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Post by sam on Aug 15, 2009 0:29:35 GMT -5
It had been a day and a half since Sam had left Alicante to move to New York, and the jet lag had yet to wear off. It was currently well past midnight, and Sam was wide awake, staring up at the ceiling of his room, hands behind his head, positively certain that his heart was just going to stop beating at any moment now due to boredom. The Institute was silent, and he idly contemplating sneaking out; he'd heard good things about the city's nightlife. Then he reminded himself that he was trying to turn over a new leaf and give up his hooligan ways. He sighed wistfully, rolling onto his side to look at the clock, and rolling his eyes at the neon display. Why did time never pass when you wanted it to?
Finally reaching his limit, Sam decided he couldn't take just laying around any longer. He was kinda hungry...maybe a snack would be a good idea. He rolled out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, still in the old t-shirt and baggy plaid pyjama bottoms that he wore to sleep in. He wasn't really anticipating company at this hour.
He didn't have any trouble finding the kitchen, nor in deciding what to eat once he got there. There was food in the fridge, thankfully, and Sam was used to making his own meals; he'd been feeding himself for as far back as he could remember. And tonight he'd decided on one of his classics: grilled peanut butter and cheese sandwiches. He got out the peanut butter and put a frying pan on the stove, rummaging in the cupboards for a cutting board. |
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Post by ADMIN on Aug 19, 2009 19:44:24 GMT -5
Isabelle tossed and turned in the guest bedroom's bed. The room had once been hers and was converted into a guest bedroom when she moved out. The once lively room was now a boring shade of biege with creme coloured accents. She looked around and imagined her old stuff cluddering the now neat and tidy room. It was depressing to be grown up. Even as a shadowhunter killing demons to Isabelle her life lacked excitment like it used to.
Suddenly feeling an anxiety attack comeing on Isabelle needed to get out of the room. She got up and found her house coat. She wrapped it around herself and tied it neatly around her waist. Finally out of the horrid room she started to calm down again. 'where to go? where to go?' She contemplated. Her stomach rumbled and it was decided.
She took the elevator that mooved at a slower pace then it used to. 'I guess it's golden years are over too' she thought. Once again she was slightly depressed. After nearly a two minute travel from one floor to the next the elevator landed and Isabelle got out.
The walls were different the before, slightly less boring. They were now covered with art work. Some bright and cheerfull, some not. She passed one of the angel Raziel and was awstruck by the beauty of it. Oh she was so jelous of Jace and his encounter with the creator of nephilum.
Isabelle finally made it to the kitchen after minutes of admiring the artwork. She took a few steps in and was surprised to find another person in there. Isabelle didn't know the boy, so he must have been one of the newcomers. She looked at what he was doing and was slightly repulsed. 'grilled peanut butter and cheese sandwhiches? EW!' She thought. "And may I ask why, are you up so late?" She asked the boy. Then she walked fully into the room towards the cuboard that held the 'captain crunch'. |
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Post by sam on Aug 20, 2009 1:32:55 GMT -5
Finding a cutting board, Sam set about the task of slicing the cheese while the frying pan heated up. It didn't take long before his odd sandwich was sizzling away in the frying pan, and Sam was left to wait impatiently for it to finish cooking, poking it with the spatula every now and then. He'd never been a particularly patient boy, it was true.
He heard the footsteps coming down the hallway before they reached the kitchen, and he glanced up as Isabelle appeared in the doorway. From a glance, he could tell that she was one of the Lightwoods, their features too distinctive to be mistaken for anyone else, but he didn't know much else about her. He had yet to meet most of the people living or staying at the Institute, so he wasn't really surprised, but he had to suppress a smirk at the disgusted look on her face as she realized what he was making.
He turned his head to look at her when she spoke, and he shrugged noncommittally. "Couldn't sleep." He answered simply, raising his eyebrows at her. "I could ask you the same thing." He added, both out of simple curiosity and out of a desire not to be the only one interrogated here tonight. Sam didn't like being treated like a criminal, even though everyone else seemed intent that he was one. |
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Post by ADMIN on Aug 20, 2009 12:34:14 GMT -5
Isabelle opened the cuboard and grabbed the captain crunch. She then went to the cuboards that held the bowls and grabbed one of thoughs. Now to finish off her simpl midnight snack all she needed was milk. She opened the fridge and grabbed the carton. She poured her cereal and milk and put the milk away. She grabbed her bowl and a spoon and sat down at the table.
Isabelle smirked internally. The kid reminded her of Jace at that age. Cocky and sarcastic. "I couldn't sleep either it's to depressing here." She said and then changed the subject. "You know your going to stink up the whole house with that." She paused and laughed "Even I'm not that bad of a cook." The insult made her feel slightly better about herself. |
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Post by sam on Aug 28, 2009 1:47:07 GMT -5
Sam wasn't sure what to make of that...he wasn't altogether happy to be here, but he wouldn't say this place was 'depressing'. Maybe she had some bad memories or something? He tried to shrug it off, figuring that it was probably none of his business, anyways. He had enough of his own issues, without concerning himself with everybody else's.
Sam scowled at her, flipping his sandwich over. "I'll have you know, I am an excellent chef." He bragged shamelessly, Sam's recipes might be kinda iffy, but he knew what he was doing when he experimented, at least. He'd been cooking his own meals for years; he had to pick up a few things. "I'd offer to make you one...but I doubt you'd have the guts to try it." He baited her, wondering if she'd actually step up and take the challenge. He raised both eyebrows at her and smirked confidently, Sam was a little bit too confrontational for his own good. But at least this was a mostly harmless altercation, he figured. |
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Post by ADMIN on Sept 28, 2009 16:33:22 GMT -5
Isabelle laughed, he was challenging her? She reaturned his smirk with one of her own and said " alright, your on. I'll have one." Sam reminded her of herslef at that age, and that depressed her even more. Being old was one of the things that she never wanted to happen. She should have gotten some vampire or werewolf to turn her or something, but what would that solve?
(sorry it's so short and not good and that it took so long) [/size] |
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Post by sam on Sept 29, 2009 21:49:24 GMT -5
Sam couldn't help a grin when she accepted. "Tougher than you look, huh?" He teased, Shadowhunter women usually were, not that eating a weird recipe was really a daunting affair. But then, life wasn't exactly one crazy adventure after another right now for Sam, so he'd take his thrills as they came. Since committing himself to life on the straight and narrow, Sam had found those opportunities waning at best...although that could also be because he was still adjusting to life in a new city with virtually no one he knew around. He wasn't ready to guess which one it was quite yet.
Completing the first sandwich, he flipped it onto a clean plate and handed it to her, golden brown on the outside and gooey and steaming on the inside, a triumphant smile on his lips. "Bon Appetit." He said as he held out the plate to her, then began work on a second sandwich for himself, still watching her reaction out of the corner of his eye, grinning.
((S'okay. I understand that things have been busy.^^)) |
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Post by ADMIN on Sept 30, 2009 20:17:50 GMT -5
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I can't seem to find myself again
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Isabelle ignored Sam's remark. Of course she was tougher then she looked, she'd been fighting demons since she was twelve. The again a lot of shadowhunters had the same life story.
Isabelle grimaced as Sam passed the sandwich to her. "Thanks" She said, sounding way more confident then she felt. It looked disgusting but she tried not to let it show on her face. She picked up the sandwich and took a tiny bite. She almost puked but she chewed it and smiled, knowing that Sam would be watching her every move. She had convinced herself that she was going to eat the whole thing, so by around the fifth bite it was starting to be bareable.
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TaggedSam
Muse: Meh, it's alright..
Listening to: Nothing D:
Credit: Meeee!
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Post by sam on Oct 1, 2009 2:14:42 GMT -5
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[/size] a r o u n d m y h e a r t . a r o u n d m y h e a r t[/b][/size][/font] [/center] [/color][/center] tag ?! Isabelle music ?! ( keep dreaming upside-down by october fall ) credits ?! ( ted @ caution ) [/ul] |
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