Ready to Listen

[Loki (busy)]

((invite only for now please))

Loki was the first to arrive that night. It was not yet quite full-blown night-time, being around ten o'clock in the evening. The last rays of sunlight had long since faded, but there was still a certain lightness about the sky towards the horizon, a slightly paler form of hazy grey-purple that lingered hopefully. But was there hope? There must be some, or Loki wouldn't be doing what he was doing. He had reminded himself of the skills of occlumency that day, and was in the process of perfecting them. Considering his natural talent for such things, with any luck and a lack of disruptions it wouldn't take too long.

Shoving his hands in the deep pockets of his full-length black coat, Loki sighed inaudiably. Sam had certainly been mysterious about her past, but then, so was Loki himself in some respects. He could see why she might be, but the actual details were still a mystery to him, and mystery was one thing that Loki could not resist.

He turned his sea-coloured eyes to the stairway, awaiting his friend.

[Samantha]

Samantha had went up to the Common Room, changed and then went on to prefect her story, she hadn't really ever said it to someone, not the whole thing anyway, it had been more brief and well avoided.

She walked over the path to the Tower the night was nice, calming, if she hadn't been terrified of the dark. Her bare feet made barely a sound in the dark. She always seemed to think something was out to get her, when she was in the dark anyway.

She finally got to the Tower, "Thank the heavens.." She said to herself looking behind her to make sure nothing was about to attack her, well, she really couldn't stop it even if there was someone.

The last step came and there was Loki. She seemed to make sure she was late for everything. Not intentionally though. Her waist length hair was down and she had a knee length green loose skirt on and a tight black tee shirt on. Usually she wore black because of the contrast of her hair and the color black.

"Hey..Sorry, I am a little late." She said quietly, hoping he wasn't mad, she had a slight smirk on her face, and she would have been smiling brightly and being happy go lucky, but she was nervous. Terrified. Her past wasn't some huge thing compared to others but, to her, it wasn't easy.

[Loki (busy)]

OOC: I'm soooo sorry I haven't posted! I've not been on for a few days coz of a couple of exams that did my head in... And it's still not over! Argh!


IC: Loki turned and smiled at his friend, his green-flecked blue eyes twinkling in the starlight. He noted her less than enthusiastic smile, and came to the conclusion that she was worried about finally telling him about her past. Nerves. Loki very rarely had them, if ever, but he could appriciate when somebody else did, and knew how to put them at their ease.

"You're not late," he told her, his voice low and soft as always, as he pushed the hair from his eyes once more. He quirked a small smile at her, a question in his eyes.

"You alright?" he asked. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to - I'll understand. But then," he added, suppressing a small laugh; "it will also frustrate me no end." He waited patiently and calmly for her response. He wished she would just tell him though, not for his own interest, but because it might make her less afraid of people, less worried about whatever it was that had gone on with her family before they had died. It couldn't be easy on her, being an orphan, but Loki saw strength in Sam; if only she would also see it...

OOC: sorry for the awful post... brain is fried...

[Samantha]

Samantha's eyes looked about justto make positive, no one was around. A thousand and one thoughts ran through her head all at once.

Samantha hesitated a little. "I am a little nervous and I am not so sure where to start, so if I am a little out of it, I do apoligize..." She said slowly, trying to make it all sound right.

Samantha sighed and said. "Why do you want to know? Not that I am trying to be rude or anything..." She said, the thought to ask had not came to her mind until then, it was a logical question.

[Loki (busy)]

OOC: again, sooo sorry. Just had my penultimate exam today, but the last one's not til tuesday, so I finally have time to post again!

IC: Loki allowed a small smile to creep across his lips. Why did he want to know? He liked to know everything, of course, but that wasn't it.

"Sam, it's not so much that I want to know, but I want you to be able to tell people, I want you not to be afraid or nervous about your past anymore - there's no need to be. It is the past, it cannot hurt you anymore, and no-one will think less of you if you tell them about it." He paused, shaking his hair from his eyes again.

"And if you're going to start telling people, then it should be your friend, someone who cares about you, just to make it that little bit easier, don't you think?" He put his hands in his pockets and waited.

[Samantha]

(ooc: hehe, don't worry about it--I haven't been on in a while either--no worries )

BIC:
The reasoning behind him wanting to know seemed logical and unlogical at the same time to her. Not many people had really cared about her, so why would he? But she beleived him anyway.

"Yeah, you're right..I guess.." Then she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Then she smiled at him a little.
"Here goes nothing, eh?" Then she started to make sure she knew where she was going to start.

"Well, as you know, I am pretty unlike you, not rich, not pure blooded, I am not any of that stuff that makes you popular in this crowed. I am well, me. And thats about it. I am it for the most part, no family at all. " The sound odf those words made her pause. She hadn't ever said that aloud. Now it was real, now that she had said it to else it was real. She wouldn't let that discourage her though. She sigh on, since she hadn't even really started.

"I was born they died, no I am here. There it is." She said with a little smile. "I'm kidding ...Sorry, I guess I should just get it over with eh?" She said, her green eyes becomeing distant.

"Well.." She started, " My life was going well, really well, I mean I guess every young kids life is pretty good. For the most part. Then ..." She paused, her smile fadeing into the well practice look of indifference.
(ooc: I guess I will give you a chance to comment here....)

[Loki (busy)]

OOC: *has no comment!*

Loki tried to refrain from rolling his eyes at Sams words. Not pureblood. Not rich. Did he ask for those things? No. Did he expolit them? No. Why was she so hung up on thinking that because he was those things it made him better somehow? As far as he was concerned, it didn't, and never would. The person he was would always be more important than where he came from, and he wished that everyone, especially Sam, would see that.

At her mocking of the story - the extreme short version - Loki smiled a rare full smile, knowing that she would not give in now - for one thing he wouldn't let her. He said nothing, however, seeing that she was about to tell the story in full. He leant on the wall, his eyes fixed on hers, and listened.

[Samantha]

(OOC: right then...._)

Samantha let her eyes rest on the floor.
"Then I guess, the next thing was, she died. My mom died. That decided the next few years of my life." She paused for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Well, my dad went down hill, fast, he was never a good guy, but he got worse. I mean, like he drank all the time, he was....violent, and angry. It was just me and him..And sometimes some random chick he picked up at a bar. Thats when my life changed. I did a lot of things I am not proud of.." Again she stopped, wondering if she had said enough or if he was still curious. There was more to the story she figured, but didn't know if Loki wanted to know. Or if he had had enough.

[Loki (busy)]

He hadn't had enough, that was for sure. When Sam mentioned her father's abusiveness, he made as if to hug her, but ending up simply putting his hand reassuringly on her shoulder, not wanting to interrupt her.

"There's more, isn't there?" he said very softly, his strangly coloured eyes meeting hers. Taking his hand from her shoulder again, he folded his arms. "Tell me the rest of it Sam," he said soothingly. She wouldn't get over this unless she confronted it, and Loki planned to help her do just that. "Whatever you're not proud of, just tell me. What happened?"

[Samantha]

Samantha bit the side of her lip, thinking.

She sighed,"Your very insistent, aren't you?" She said, trying to force a sly smile on her face, to show she wasn't meaning that harshly.

"Why would I want to tell you things I did, things I shouldn't have, if I want to impress you I shouldn't by telling you my faults should I?" Her tone casual, and slightly questioning.

(ooc: I am so sorry, it took me a long time to reply. Forgive me?)

[Loki (busy)]

Loki allowed a faint smile to trace his lips once more, his oceanic eyes searching out Sam's gaze, and sighed in a world-weary and yet friendly way.

"Are you trying to impress me, then?" he asked, a hint of humour in his soft tones. "I can assure you, there is no need to. Your faults will not affect my... affection for you. However, if you really want to impress me, you should get on with the story. What is it that is so bad about your past?" He almost kicked himself at this. She had revealed something pretty uncomfortable already, yet he got the feeling there was more to it than that.

"Apart from what you've already told me, of course," he added.

"And as for being insistent... you have no idea." He smirked a little at himself as he said this, trying to lighten the mood. "You shall not escape my curiosity, young Samantha," he smiled as he stressed her full name; "unti lyou have finished the story in full. There is nothing more frustrating than having something only half-told to you. So." He folded his arms across his chest and fixed his eyes on hers.

"So."

((OOC: i do forgive you, if you forgive me! I've been celebrating the end of my exams... takes time you know...))

[Samantha]

(ooc: oh...I guess I will forgive you...humph! Have fun? heh)

Samantha scrunched up her nose.
"Samantha ugh..what a..terrible name (I really hate my name). Anyway though, you really want to know, eh?" She said, then thinking about it for a second.

What should I say...How can I make this sound..good?

Then she gave in and decided to just say it. "I am not sure whether or not this is going to sound good when I say it, because if I think about it anymore I may lie to you." She said a slight grin comeing to her face. But leaveing almost as qucik as it had came.

"Well, what does any young, rebelious(sp?), and abused American teen do? Well, you can't answer that. I dropped out of school, I did alot of drugs, went down hill really fast. It was like I just didn't care anymore. It was horrible. I looked, gross, not that I look good now...Just unhealthy then though. I was ill. Depressed, I wanted to die, and tried to a few times. Then my dad got tired of me, and kicked me out. Then it just got worse, I was living with some people I didn't even know, I was..dieing...Practically every sense of well being had gone from me." She just let the tears fall down her cheeks. She was angry with herself, she shouldn't have ever came here, it was all a bad idea. She went over and threw herself down onto the ground by the wall. The scars on her arms suddenly so noticeable, burning like it was just the other day that all this happend.

So now what? He'll never speak to me again...This was all a bad idea..Someone Kill me.. Thoughts raced threw her head a million at a time.
(ooc: man I really suck at writeing..)

[Samantha]

(ooc: Sorry I know I am evil double posting...have you forgotten about us all here? lol. I mean that in a nice way. <3___)