Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:13:47 PM)
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Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:15:28 PM)
she sat at a table with a yellow legal pad in front of her and she was writing, on the table in front of her was a book of Russian. She was working on translating something it seemed. She were a hoodie, hood down but unziped to reveal a shirt of a guy hanging on a noose and another guy on a chair watching, eating popcorn it says "Suicide watch." she wears tight jeans and converse boots.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:24:06 PM)
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Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:32:36 PM)
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Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:33:12 PM)
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Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:36:01 PM)
((Wb and here is your repost)) ::She sat at a table with a yellow legal pad in frof her and sehwas writing, on the table in front of her was a book of Russian. She was working on translating something it seemed. She wears a hoodie, hood down and itwas unzipped to reveal a shirt of a guy hanging on a noose and another in a chair, watching eating popcorn it says "suicide watch." She wears tight jeans and converse boots::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:41:46 PM)
Elin enters the cafe. She was dressed casually in a naturally colored shirt paired with a silk tank imprinted with coral colored hibisucs blossoms. In arms she cradled a leather bound sketch pad, one of her earlier gifts from Selma. On her shoulder, she carried a printed canvas tote that carried cases of art supplies. She seated herself, and placed the sketchpad aside while sliding the tote into the chair across from her. It is pulled closer. She waits for the waiter to arrive while studying the people that flock to the cafe. Sam's familiar face stands out in the crowd, and Elin offers a friendly smile and a wave.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:46:10 PM)
::Sam looks at Elin but does not smile or wave, just stares at her for a minute then looks down at her paper. She seemed... detached from the world . Even when shew as staring at Elin ti was hard to tell if she even knew the other woman was there, or who she was. Maybe Sam wasn't all there mentally::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:50:44 PM)
When her waiter arrives, Elin orders a summer salad and a juice drink. She offers instruction to the young man, who immediately glances over his shoulder to Samantha. It seems the two reach an agreement for when he walks off to fetch her drink he paused by Sam's table. "Miss Acquaintance?" He greets her as he'd been instructed. "The young lady at the corner table would like for you to join her if you are so inclined." He gestures toward Sigyn and then moves off to continue his duties.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:07 PM)
((ol))
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:16 PM)
((wrong name? :-p))
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:26 PM)
(Elin)
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:31 PM)
(Dude, I can't keep them apart)
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:35 PM)
((::Teases::))
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:41 PM)
((tte..dudette :-p))
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:46 PM)
(I only play these two chars)
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:51:54 PM)
(I am teasing you, relax))
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:52:26 PM)
::she looks at the waiter, her jaw slacks a bit with a whaa look then nods and gets up and moves towards elin's table wit hthe same vacant look
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:55:05 PM)
"Well well, Jack's acquiantance." She fiddles with the charcoal tipped pencil she'd taken from its case. I'm glad you decided to join me. You'll have to order your own Mother Fucker because, honestly, I'm only eighteen. I can slip you the cash for it though, if you'd like for me to buy you a drink for your company." The woman was breathtaking, as she emerged on the page beneath the skilled hand of the artist. Oh, she had tweaked the features just shy of perfect recognition and made them more.... fairly like in a way. Yet, Violetta duBios face was nearly unmistakable.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:55:41 PM)
(Fair)y
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 9:57:46 PM)
::She looked at the drawing but had no outward emotional response. She was silent for a moment, as she thought about the drink or maybe something else. She just nodded to Elin in response. She seemed... detached from reality, like she truely wasn't all there::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 9:59:57 PM)
Her expression seemed to register, and her hand moved to gently rest over Sam's forearm in a comforting gesture. "Hey, are you all right?" She asked softly and with concern. She attempted to not frown as she notes the shirt. "My sister is a suicide counselor." She offers, and says nothing more about the offensive content. "She's better at... talking things out than I am. But, you look like you could use somebody. Right now, I'm somebody you could talk to."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:02:19 PM)
::softly and with no affect, no inflection, no essence of a human under those cold eyes:: I don't fucking talk to shrinks. ::her voice so soft, so distant from the body it came from it was hard to see her swearing.:: and I ain't suicdial. ::she added as if it was an after thought. Despite swearing, she was not outwardly aggressive towards Elin nro did she even sound offended, She justt was::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:03:35 PM)
"My sister is a counselor. Not a shrink." She flashed a smile. "But you are here with me, not her. Maybe she'll show. I invited her but she's so busy these days with Prince Valiant. That's her boyfriend." The waiter returned with her juice, and she gave an expectant glance to Sam. "Did you want to order a drink?"
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:06:10 PM)
::that same vacant look, she stares at the waiter dumbfounded for a half a second then nods and says:: coke with some... some...grenidin please ::her voice the sam cold distant thing::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:07:00 PM)
"Did someone hurt you?" Elin asks with concern when the waiter finally turns away.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:08:33 PM)
I don't need rescuing ::She nodded and paused then looekd at Elin wit thh same sort of vacant look. Maybe Sam was...mentally handicaped or just crazy?:: and if someoen did I cna take care of myself
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:12:09 PM)
"Well that's good because I'm not Cpt. Save-a-ho." Elin giggles. "I just meant that you can talk to me. If someone is causing you problems, we can try to figure it out together. I'm damn good at figuring things out - promise."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:14:22 PM)
::she tries not to smile, she has to keep it down because it was a vicious smile. Not the sort you'd want to see from a person, the sort reserved for deranged psycho-fucking-paths. She just nodded to the other woman:: No one is causing me problems.... ::even with her distance and cold voice, something says in subtext, and even if someone was, they'd be dead::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:19:26 PM)
She gave Sam another glance. "I once felt that way." She begins to talk, sipping her drink. "My mother was a crack-whore in every sense of the word. She had a child at a young age with one of the many random men in her life and dumped her on her mother. Some religious psycho-nut. She got pregnant again, with some random dude in the string of 'em. She would have aborted me if she was ever sober enough to make it to the State office for a Medicaid card during business hours. Oh, they weren't all assholes. These many, many not-daddy's. Some of them would try to reform her, they weren't -all- monsters. But, regardless, it never worked out. She was fragile. She was fractured. None of them ever stayed, and she just kept drowning deeper and deeper into darkness. She died in a hovel when I was twelve. It was my salvation. Selma got custody of me. The grandmother had passed away, but Selma was legally an adult - so she was my next of kin."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:21:50 PM)
"I never even knew I had a sister."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:24:21 PM)
::the normal emotional response from a typically developing adult lacked in Samantha. The girl who looked like a teenage boy from a distance just sat there and when Elin was donew ih her story, her stoic face had not changed. She just looked Elin, blinked twice . It was hard to tell if Sam just didn't give a fuck, if she had no diea why Elin told her this story, if she just couldn't empathize, or something else. She opened her mouth after what had to be several seconds of uncomfortable silence butthne closed it without speaking. After several moments she finally says:: there is no such thing as innocence, there is just varying levels of responsability.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:28:31 PM)
Elin tilts her head. "You know, I never want to be my mother. And, I never want to just shrug off someone who maybe has... issues... like my Mom. Who just needs someone who gives a fuck. Watching Selma give her all to those people who are on the verge of losing - everything.... and then later hearing success stories. It's... enough to make me believe in something better. We all need that something better to believe in. Selma saved me. I can't imagine what might have happened in the following years. I'm still in some ways innocent... because of Selma. Because of the something that caused my life to go from hopeless to.... well what it is... and I'm fairly okay with things."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:29:26 PM)
::She bites her tongue for a moment:: I can take care of myself ::the apparent youth did pay 100 dolalrs last time they were out::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:31:02 PM)
She smiles brightly to the waiter and thanked him profusely when he placed the fruit salad in front of her. She gave Samantha a glance. "It has white peaches in it. She pushes a set of wrapped silverware to Sam. She obviously meant to share the fruit salad with her. "I really believe you can." Elin admitted. "But are you happy doing it?"
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:33:07 PM)
Very much so ::She took up the fork for someone so thin, that it looked like anorexia, she was not... she ate...::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:33:59 PM)
"Then, I guess that's all that matters." Elin speared a chuck of watermelon and started to eat. "This is great. I wanted something cool and light."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:36:21 PM)
::She didn' take much but what she did take she packed away::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:39:40 PM)
"You know, you still haven't told me your name. I'd think if you could fork right in there and toss my salad, you could at least give me a name..." She said it teasingly, her eyes sparkling. "... or... I could still call you Jack's Acquaintance and you can still share with me."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:40:24 PM)
::She pauses she ponders one of her alternate indentiries then says:: Sam,
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:43:32 PM)
"Sam." She blinks. "You are the second Sam I've met this week. Or... perhaps the first Sam because technically I met you first." She considers this.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:43:45 PM)
"I think I'm going to call you Sammy the First."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:44:00 PM)
She seemed to settle in that and flashed a grin.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:44:43 PM)
::she taised an eyebrow and just watched Elin, confused, for a moment::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:45:41 PM)
"I met a guy.. or rather... he met me. He stumbled all over me. His name was Sam too." She grins. "He's nice. Clumsy. But nice. I like him."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:47:28 PM)
take him home yet? ::asked if that was a natural and normal thing to say::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:49:38 PM)
"No. As odd as it sounds, I'm saving myself. I want it to be the right person. I have... major trust issues. I guess. I always question their motives. I've never felt like anyone truly loved -me- but instead some... singluar aspect of the 'us' that they found acceptable. I guess its the tempremental artist in me. And, trust me, Selma was fair but she wasn't the sort to not know where I was and what I was doing."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:49:56 PM)
"I just got back from a roadtrip. My first one alone, ever. I was stoked."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:51:32 PM)
::She nodded, she didn't understand what was so special about virginity in general but then again with her history. She just nodded:: i have take raodtrips they are nice...
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:51:50 PM)
"Yeah, I got to paint in cities I'd only read about."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:51:59 PM)
"For me it was a major experience."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:54:58 PM)
:She nodded:: Motorcycles make them better
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:57:39 PM)
"Really?" she brightens. "I've never really been on one."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:57:59 PM)
"Selma got me a BMW when I was sixteen."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 10:59:31 PM)
::She nods:: my second car is BMW.... My bike is down the street somewhere
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 10:59:52 PM)
"Sweet." she spears a grape and a bit of peach.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:01:37 PM)
I want a harley...
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:01:53 PM)
"Have you been to the local shops?"
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:01:57 PM)
Not yet.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:02:36 PM)
"I could go chill with you while you shop. We should do that... Give me your cell, I'll put in my number..."
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:03:43 PM)
::she pauses and closes her eyes and then recites a numbre... it was not her droid nuber itwas the burner phone she carried::
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:03:49 PM)
:The new burner fun:
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:03:54 PM)
phone*
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:05:03 PM)
She takes out her phone and quickly puts in the number. It was clear she was a tech-savvy teen. It took her seconds. "I sent you a text." She grins when her phone is pushed back into the back pocket of her skirt.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:06:59 PM)
::she pulls out the burner from her hoodie pocket. It looked like a normal phone she looekd and texted book, one word, 'received.' ::
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:08:01 PM)
Elins phone vibrates. "Got it." She grins.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:08:29 PM)
She finished up, and when the waiter returns she pays for the meal with her debit card.
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:08:54 PM)
are we to do this now?
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:08:58 PM)
(I need to do some schoolwork)
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:09:08 PM)
"I think they're all closed at eleven pm..."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:09:16 PM)
"Tomorrow or the next day would be cool..."
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:09:22 PM)
(we can do a scene later if you are on)
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:04 PM)
((same))
Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:08 PM)
((I can do it tomorrow if yo uwant))
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:10 PM)
Elin said goodbye after she'd paid and left a generous tip with a reminder for Sam to call her.
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:14 PM)
(Just hit me up)
Elin (Sin) Nelson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:16 PM)
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Samantha Richardson (Jun 7, 2011 11:10:21 PM)
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