Life Lessons (cirdanf & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 03:06:40</strong>
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				The plane ride across the country seemed to be taking four times longer than it should have. It gave Samantha far too much time to think about where she was going, why she was going there and how she was supposed to deal with it once she got there.&nbsp; Yes, it was a humiliation to be kicked out of college during your first semester, but it was 'her' humiliation, not her grandmothers, did she think that Sam was happy about it?<br><br>The incident with the police was completely anything but her fault. She'd agreed to a date to the movies, how was she supposed to know that the stop at the corner store for snacks would include not paying for things? She'd been in the car afterall, but would her grandmother listen? Of course not. All she'd done is go on and on about how disappointed her parents would have been had they lived to see this. Well they hadn't lived to see it, they hadn't lived to see anything past her thirteenth birthday and she really didn't know what her grandmother had hoped to accomplish by constantly bringing them up.<br><br>It was a scene out of an old black and white movie, the young woman acting up so her family ships her off to spare the scandal. Samantha was fairly certain she'd never even met the so called family friend that was going to help get her back on her feet and in the right direction. All she knew was this sucked and if this guy thought he was going to tell her what to do or how to live her life, he had another thing coming.<br><br>Her stomach felt like it was in knots when the plane touched down. She felt ridiculous in the outfit she was wearing but her grandmother had insisted she wear proper travel clothes, sometimes she felt the old woman was living in another era. Her light brown hair was pulled back and held in place with a jeweled clip and the heels she wore added a good three inches to her height, not that she was sensitive about being on the shorter side, five feet suited her just fine. She wore a long pencil lined skirt with a matching jacket. All she knew was that this person was going to meet her at the baggage claim, and she couldn't for the life of her remember his name, let alone any description she might have been given of him.<br><br>"Here goes nothing" she said to no one in particular as she walked through the airport.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 23:23:02</strong>
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				"All right, I'll do it.. Don't worry about it, I can take good care of her" he said, and hung up the phone with a sigh. He wasn't such a busy man, as he ran an internet business, so he had the time to straighten up a girl, or at least try advicing her on the issues of daily life. Vincent would probably be a good role model, as he was successful and young. She probably would be in her 20s, and he was only 30... He thought his success would be good for her to see and try to imitate. He had been close friends with her parents, and they had died... He wanted to make them proud.<br><br>He had a picture of the girl, and he realized she would probably ignore him, or just don't know how he looked, plain and simple. He was a tall man, black haired caucasian, toned up because of gym on his long ass spare time. He worked from home and had an exercise room in there. He was a tidy man, keeping stuff clean, though he had a maid come along twice a week to help with it.<br><br>Vincent arrived to the airport later that day, at the time he had been told. The plane was arriving at that moment, and he felt lucky. He hoped the girl wouldn't be angry because of her destiny, and at least would be willing to work... and a side of him expected her to be good looking and attracted to him. He didn't shake that thought away, finding it rather funny. <br><br>There she was... He approached her slowly, and touched her shoulder. She was still waiting for her packages, as it was normal. "Hi, I'm Vincent.. you must be...?" he said, extending his hand to her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 01:28:39</strong>
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				Samantha sized him up fairly quickly, judging him to be on the older side, maybe in his thirties. It would be a nice change anyway from living with her grandmother for the last six years to be around someone younger, but younger or not, she still had little desire to be here. She didn't take his hand when he offered it, and while she knew it was rude, or petulant as her grandmother would have said, she didn't care. What kind of man offered to take in someone to 'fix' them as it were? What made him such an expert? <br><br>"I'm Sam, Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam"<br><br>She tried to recall any time in the past she might have met him, though if she had, she doubted she would have remembered him. Sam tried to tell herself to relax and see what he's all about before she made up her mind about him, but she was still pretty ticked off at having been sent away in the first place. She'd had no choice though, her grandmother still controlled the pursestrings and threatened to cut her off from her trust fund if she didn't go, so here she was. <br><br>"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to be here and I'm sure you don't really want me here. My grandmother will get over this in a week or so and then I'll be out of your hair, so, I'm sure we can both stick it out for a week, or, I can go stay in a hotel or something"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 02:57:28</strong>
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				He was a bit dissapointed by the fact that she didn't shake his hand, and he normally would have been mad, but she was just a confused person, in a troublesome situation. He retrieved his shake, taking it for himself, and looked at her in the eye. He wasn't sure if he could achieve that what they wanted him to do, and most probably... He wouldn't. He'd try anyways.<br><br>"I'm Vincent, and everyone calls me such a name... I think no one has called me a nickname before. And don't worry. I won't be on your hair, and you won't be on mine. Stay at my place, and enjoy it. Then, when your grandmother calls, I'll tell her nice things and you'll be back in no time. I think that'd solve all your problems, don't you agree?" he asked her, being as nice as possible. He knew that was what she wanted, no one would enjoy being at a stranger's house.... But he made a promise, and he would discipline her... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:11:33</strong>
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				They walked over to the baggage claim area and waited by the belt for her bags to come out. She realized she'd been less than friendly so far and they were probably off to a bad start. In truth, she knew her grandmother wasn't going to let her come home quite so early, but she had to keep that hope in her mind or she'd go crazy. She missed her house, her friends, and while it would be another semester before she could reapply at school, she didn't want to be gone that long. <br><br>"So can I ask you why you agreed to let me come out here? I mean, is she paying you?"<br><br>She figured her grandmother was, afterall she was loaded and could afford it. That was always the way it seemed, if you have a problem you cant or wont handle yourself, throw enough money at it until it goes away. <br><br>"How did you know my parents anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 04:22:19</strong>
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				The bags came with the belt soon after her questions, he had seen the numbers on her hand already. He took them, they were three sohe gave only one to her. "I was a long time friend of your father... We were raised practically together, we went to the same schools together, and even graduated in the same year." he began, but that had a bit of a lie. "Of course... He graduated ten years before. He got away afterwards, but we kept in touch. I think I saw you when you were a kid, something like at five or six years old... You still are the cute girl, but well, your manners have changed" he said, walking along to his car.<br><br>He had a convertible corvette, black, a wing on it. He thought she'd enjoy the view of it, so he had it waaxed and washed. "Well, let's go. I don't need your grandmother's money, sweetie" he said, and hopped the baggage in, himself to driver's seat, turning it on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 15:06:57</strong>
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				Sam felt her jaw drop at his words. Who the hell was he to comment on her manners? He didn't know the first thing about her and he was making assumptions based on what? What her grandmother had told him? Yeah, this was going to work out really well, she thought sarcastically. She didn't bother to ask him how exactly he went to school with her father if her father graduated ten years before him, she really wasn't that interested. A bit of history wasn't going to give her any great insight to anything anyway.<br><br>She did think, however, he had amazing taste in cars. She ran her hand over the trunk of it while she looked it over. The last thing she wanted to do was be impressed by anything he had, but the car was a beauty. <br><br>"I'll give you this much, you certainly know a good car...a great car"<br><br>She put the last bag in the trunk with the others and got in to the passenger seat.<br><br>"Do you live far from here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 15:32:29</strong>
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				"You'll see. Only fifteen minutes. You like my Cindy? You'll get to ride her if you are good, I'm a rewarding kind of guy" he said, and let the car go. The road was empty so he was racing fast, breaking the speed limit by a ton. He was showing her he kicked ass, he wasn't just someone who was a friend of her father's. He had a reason to live, and probably she'd help him live too. She seemed like a fine lady, he thought, and kept it on. After fifteen minutes, they were heading into the woods, far from regular population. Only a cab would bring someone here, and that was why he chose it. It was secluded, and he could think and do anything he wanted.<br><br>A huge house showed up, consisting of five "bedrooms" which he had made in different types of rooms instead of bed ones, four bathrooms, basement, attic, nice living room, and fully equipped, tastefully arranged by a designer. He spent good money on it, as he always had thought that a man's living place had to be his sacred and perfect site. <br><br>"I hope you like it, dear. Come, let's go in, it's getting cold" he said, and turned the car off, taking her luggage for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 16:58:50</strong>
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				Samantha took in the scenery as they drove through the town and out into the woods. My god, she thought, he's taking me out into the middle of the woods like some kind of hermit. Why would anyone chose to live like this? She pulled her cell phone out of her bag as they drove and noticed that she barely had a signal and the further they went, the weaker it got. Great, she thought, not only sent to exile in the middle of the woods like a leper, but now no decent cell service? How much worse could this get?<br><br>The house itself from the outside was gorgeous. She didn't want to be charmed by it, but she was amazed at its cheer charm, the way it sat in the middle of the forest clearing without taking away from the natural beauty of the surroundings. <br><br>She didn't bother to mention that she wasn't going to be here long enough to care if she liked it or not, it seemed, petty and, well she wouldn't be here long enough for it to matter to him anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 18:20:58</strong>
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				They entered the place, and he showed her with his finger the different things there were. He pointed to the bedroom, the game room, the gym room, the relaxing room, her bedroom, and the off limits room. It was locked, and he told her it was for a good reason, winking at her. "Just come, let me show you every room I guess." he said, and took her to hers. It had a large bed, nice wall paint, and a small TV of her own, with satellite signal. "Inside the house, you can use your cellphone and laptop if you have one. I have an antenna which provides nice coverage for those things" he said, and then made her follow him to the gym room. It was tidy, had several apparatus, a bike, weights, which would make it a good exercising place.<br><br>Afterwards, he took her towards the game room. It had a huge ass TV with an Xbox, a Wii and a Playstation 3 attached to it, plus a DVD player and a wide collection of DVD. In another side of it, a Jacuzzi embedded on the floor, carefully surrounded by a drying system which wouldn't let water be a problem. A bookcase, and couches all over the place were nicely arranged for maximum pleasure of grouped people. He smiled at his creation, having had several parties in this very room.<br><br>Moments after telling her about it, he took her to the relaxing room. It was just a small room with a couple of beds, poofs, and ambient sounds and smells. Drugs were smoked there most of the times. He told her that fact so she knew some rules were breakable in that place.<br><br>"That's it for the house. What do you think?" he asked her, and sat down at the kitchen next to her. He hadn't shown him his bedroom, though... But he thought it was enough for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 20:56:28</strong>
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				She could instantly tell upon walking into the house that no, he didn't need her grandmothers money for taking her in. The man was obviously set financially, so that begged the question, why did he do it? Some misguided sense of loyalty to her father who had been gone for six years now? The entire thing was ridiculous.<br><br>Sam payed as close attention as she could on the walk through the house on where everything was, which rooms were which, especially the one that he'd said was off limits. What was he hiding? Well if she was forced to be here, she would find out eventually. The words off limits never stopped her before, and it certainly wouldn't now. She ignored the little about drugs and refrained from tell him that she thought only the biggest losers partook in that and if he did, then that applied to him as well. Somehow, she just didn't think that would go over very well.<br><br>"I think you have a gorgeous house, its great really"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 00:16:54</strong>
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				"Oh, you're being much more gentle. Thank you very much. It's already 6 pm, do you want to watch a movie or something ? " he asked her, knowing that every person would like a movie in that huge ass TV. Probably, as she was resisting though, she would say no. He was trying to break her hard headed skull, trying to make her trust him. If she trusted him, he could try changing her, try advicing her, try being her teacher. Maybe... Maybe he could make of this kid the person his good old friend wanted.<br><br>"I have a huge selection, if you want. And also, if you don't mind, I'd like to tag along"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 01:03:39</strong>
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				"Actually I think I'd like to just take a shower and get some sleep. I'm kind of tired, long flight and all"<br><br>What she really meant, was that she didn't want to spend the night watching a movie with some stranger who she didn't know the first thing about and had actually no desire to talk to. Her cell phone ranger while she was standing there and one glance at the display told her it was her grandmother, so she set the phone to silence, not willing to speak to the woman who'd placed her in this exile yet.<br><br>"Look. I don't mean to sound rude, but don't feel like you need to keep me company or anything. I don't know why you told my grandmother you'd take me in for now, but I don't need someone standing over my shoulder. Don't worry, I won't burn your house down or steal your car or anything"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 01:15:52</strong>
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				He felt a bit down when she answered that, but he was expecting it either way. "Don't worry, dear. I understand you, and you actually don't have to worry so much." he said, and stood up. "I bought some chinese, though. It's in the microwave oven, I'll grab mine and the rest there is yours. Hope you enjoy your stay" he said, going to the oven, heating all the food, and taking his. "Here are the plates, here the forks if you need any. " he said, grabbing his own and going to the TV room. He sat down and started watching Big Bang Theory by himself, having some laughs. <br><br>He was poking her senses, trying to get her to tag along on her own basis instead of being invited, though he practically was in an "I don't care" state of mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 02:06:34</strong>
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				Upstairs in what was now her room, Samantha took a nice hot shower and changed into something much more comfortable. She settled on jeans and a sweater given how chilly it was getting outside, however the house itself was a perfect temperature. She could appreciate the fact that her room even had its own fireplace in it. If nothing else, Vincent had gone out of his way to make her stay here a comfortable one. And if she'd wanted to be here, she was certain she would have been more grateful.<br><br>She made her way downstairs and headed out the front door. She needed some fresh air and she needed some time to really think. It had never occurred to her to let him know that she was going. Oh she would never have asked if he'd minded, she wasn't a child afterall, but it didn't occur to her to give him the curesty of letting him know she was going out. <br><br>The woods at night were a little intimidating, especially to a girl who had grown up in the city. One path looked like the next and before she knew it, she was completely turned around, and before she knew it after that, it was getting dark. Great, she thought, just great, she hadn't even thought to bring her phone with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 03:07:13</strong>
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				After the movie ended, he thought she had to be back from her little walk. He had heard her steps, he had heard her close the door. He knew his house, and it was hard that she would get away unnoticed by him. He smiled though, thinking she was probably feeling lost in the woods. He had a couple lanterns and flares so she would find him looking for her. He waited another half an hour, to see if she would come back, but she didn't. He then looked for a flare gun, several bullets, and a loud speaker along with some lights.<br><br>He went out, sweater on, to the woods. He didn't see her yet, but he went well into the path that was clearly made, knowing she'd follow it. He spoke on the loud speaker:&nbsp; "Come to the flare, look up!" he said, and a minute later, lit up one of them, and turned on the two gas lamps for her to see him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 02:04:18</strong>
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				Sam was getting cold and miserable as she felt like she was walking around in circles. She cursed her grandmother for sending her here, she cursed Vincent for living in some remote out of the way place like this where she couldn't see a damn thing on a short walk, and anything else she could think of to curse at the moment.<br><br>She looked around confused when she heard his voice coming from, well somewhere. It was the flare that gave her a direction to go in.&nbsp; This was not civilized, this was a barbaric way to live. What was wrong with him that he would chose to hide out here in the woods like the start of some bad movie that ends with him blowing up a government facility. By the time she got to him, her shoes were ruined and she was freezing.<br><br>"I guess it never occurred to you to put out some lights here or a more defined path?"<br><br>Realizing how nasty she was sounding, she decided to soften herself up a little bit.<br><br>"I mean...well thanks for the flare, I don't know if I would have found my back otherwise. Thanks "
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				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 03:05:20</strong>
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				"You have all the right to be angry... But I am angry too. I know you're not a child, I know you can stand your own, but you don't have to endanger yourself either. I'll not keep this scold going, because I realize you don't like being here. That's fine, but ask if you need something before coming out here, at least. There are minilights on trees , green ones are the way home. See?" he said, pointing out at a tree with a light. It was glowing slightly green. "Had you asked me, you'd be safe... But I'm happy you are all in a piece. Come, let's get you some hot chocolate" he said, walking back, not taking his time to look at her in the eye. <br><br>He followed the path he had made before, and came to the house. He waited for her , turning back. "I just want you to be safe while you're here. Don't be happy if you don't want to be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 14:46:17</strong>
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				While Sam didn't like being spoken to in that way, she also knew he was right, which was galling on its own. She had no idea what to expect out here in the woods. There could have been wild animals or who knew what, she should have told him before she'd left so he could have let her know about the lights. But she'd desperately wanted some time to herself that she didn't think of it. Of course, that didn't mean she had to listen to him lecture about it or safety, luckily he dropped the subject. <br><br>"I don't want any cocoa, thanks. I think I'm just going to go back upstairs to bed"<br><br>They were both fairly silent the rest of the walk back to the house. She took care to note her surroundings as they made their way and sure enough, there were light faint green lights on all the trees heading back to the house. 
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				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 14:52:55</strong>
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				He allowed himself in past her, and thought of it. It was her first day, he knew she'd get used to it. And if she ever went into his secret room... He'd teach her a lesson or two about privacy. He went to the kitchen and drank some water, then heading upstairs. His room was in front of hers, and he just went inside, and layed back. He saw the ceiling, analizing the information about his job for a few minutes, and thought he had to get some stuff done tomorrow. <br><br>Next day, he woke up at 8 am, and went down to the living room. He placed his laptop on the table, and began working. He made some adjustments to the system and, around 12 pm, stopped. He was done for the day. Short one, he thought. "Well, it is saturday" he said to himself, going to the kitchen, wondering if she had eaten the food he offered her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 16:12:18</strong>
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				Sam eventually fell into a rather comfortable sleep. How could she not, given how comfortable the bed and her room was. She had to give him credit for not sticking her in some little tiny broom closet rather than a room designed for a favored guest. Maybe she wasn't being fair by taking out her displeasure on him, and she knew she'd try to work on that, but she couldn't help it. <br><br>In the morning she dodged three calls from her grandmother who wanted to make sure that she'd gotten there okay and settled in, but Samantha refused to take her calls. Besides, if she 'really' wanted to know, she was certain she'd just call Vincent anyway, probably already did, she mused. <br><br>Around eleven she decided to go for a jog. She usually ran a few miles every morning, but when she looked in on Vincent, he was working and didn't want to disturb him. Instead, she left a note on the kitchen counter saying she'd gone for a run so he wouldn't worry. It was as much of a concession as she was willing to make. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 17:13:05</strong>
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				At the kitchen, he read her note. She explained that she wanted to run and she was coming back soon. He smiled, she was getting softer with him and he liked it, he began making lunch. He didn't know how long would she take, so he was taking his time. He peeled some potatoes, and organized meat, some lettuce, onions, peeling washing and cutting everything off nicely. He had some classic soft music playing, and he was humming along to it. He relaxed a lot while cooking.<br><br><br>He brought the meat, and made it into nice balls. He would make good hamburguers for her, he thought no one disliked them so he wasn't risking anything at all by doing so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 16:54:34</strong>
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				The run did her a lot of good in clearing her mind. She went over the things that had happened and how she had ended up here. Some of it was her fault, but some of it wasn't and she was still miserable that she was being forced to stay here. What exactly was she supposed to be learning from him anyway? <br><br>When she got back to the house, luckily without getting lost this time, she saw him preparing lunch. It was a nice touch she thought, though, she could have fended for herself, it was nice not to have to. <br><br>"I guess you got my note? Its a lot easier to find your way back here in the daylight than it is in the dark"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 17:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had almost everything set up already when he heard the door open. He was even wearing an apron and cooking as cleanly as possible to make a good impression on her. "I did, thank you very much. I think it is, it's much easier to do it when you're not used to the trees yet" he said, and he was done with the four hamburguers he had made. <br><br><br>They were small, so they would be able to eat them easily. "Would you like to join me this afternoon in my workout?" he asked her, being nice to her as he wanted to take her on. He thought that nice was paid with the same coin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 05:18:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks for cooking but, I don't eat meat. Its okay though, cause I'm not very hungry anyway"<br><br>What she wanted just then was to go upstairs and take a shower, the run had been a good workout and now she just wanted to sooth herself under the hot water. She was very tempted to ask him what he thought her jog had been when he mentioned joining him for a workout? Obviously, she had already had her workout.<br><br>"I'm gonna go grab a shower, and, thanks but, I think one workout a day is enough for me"<br><br>She started to head out of the kitchen and towards the staircase in the back of the house, loving the fact that there was one in the front and the back making things much easier depending on where she was going or coming from. <br><br>"Look, I appreciate the whole....join me for this or that thing you've got going here, but, I'm really not interested, and I don't think you are either. So I know you're being polite and that's sweet and all but, really not necessary"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:17:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He thought he was a fool by asking her that. "Well I guess that's fine" he replied, a bit concerned and thrown off by her weird behaviour. He wasn't going to give up on her, as he was meant to be her mentor of sorts, her role model. He knew his house, his car had impressed him, but did she actually see him good? It would be&nbsp; long until she did, but he would try, bit by bit.<br><br><br>"I know you're not interested. I'm probably the best friend your father had, and I think you owe me a bit more&nbsp; respect. I know, this is stupid, this will seem like a father-daughter conversation, but you are really hard headed girl. I'll be down here if after your shower, or tomorrow, you want to talk to me. Just know this: You can" he said, and sat down, eating in front of her. He knew she'd just leave and bathe, but he had to say that. He had to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I owe you? I don't owe you a damn thing, I don't even know you. I am 'not' the one who asked you to live here, so maybe my grandmother owes you. You claim you were the best friend my father had, but you know I don't recall him 'ever' mentioning you, so how important could you really have been?"<br><br>She felt bad almost as soon as she'd said it. Not that what she'd said hadn't been the honest truth, but she didn't need to throw it in his face either. Oh well, she thought, she really hadn't asked to be here and she certainly didn't need someone else talking down to her as if she were a child.<br><br>"Look, I get that you're trying to help or something, and I know that my grandmother told you all about how I'm throwing my life away. Well its my life and I don't need anyone telling me how to live it. I don't need a father figure, and I don't need to hear how stubborn you think I am. I told you this wasn't going to work out, so maybe its better if you just call my grandmother and tell her this isn't working and then I can leave"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:06:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you don't want to be treated like a child, go bathe and have a decent adult conversation with me. I haven't been able to even conversate with you. Show your capabilities, show me you are who you say you are. For fun." he said, and his head went down, and took another bite. After he swallowed, he calmly took a sip of his drink.<br><br>&nbsp;"You don't have to prove anything, that's all I hear you say when you say all those words. Are you sure you don't have to prove anything to <em>yourself</em>? " he asked her, emphasizing that last word. He let it float, and took one more bite. He didn't expect her to grow up overnight, but he needed her to see what the problem was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 03:08:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all Samantha could do not to hurl something at him. She didn't know what was more frustrating, the fact that he was staying so calm and still speaking to her in a condescending way, or so she perceived it, or that he might, just might have a point. It didn't matter really, even he had to realize that this was a huge mistake. <br><br>She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but she couldn't quite get the words out, so she settled for slamming back out of the kitchen and outside again. She no longer had any energy so running again was out of the question, but she walked a good twenty or thirty feet from the house and sat down in the grass to think. There had to be a way to get him to agree that this was a mistake and send her home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 14:27:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed she was frustrated, and didn't comment anymore. She left the building afterwards, which surprised him. He had to manage to get her to talk to him, and he knew she would like him. They would match, at least as friends, and they would probably get along really good if she gave it a chance. <br><br>He took a glass of cold water, and went out, after where she was sitting. He noticed she was just sitting on the grass, thinking, and sat down next to her, giving it. "Are you thirsty?" he thought, after such a little fight they had, she would want good water on her system.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:27:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks"<br><br>She took the glass of water and drank most of it down in one long sip. Samantha hated that she'd let him get to her like that, but he was so unshakable. She was spoiling for a fight and it was a little deflating that he'd kept his own temper in check when she wanted to fight. <br><br>"I don't get it, why wont you just call her and tell her its not working so I can leave. You don't want me here, this wont work out. I know you think I'm a pain in the ass but I don't have to be if you would call her and tell her that"<br><br>Sam really thought it was the best solution, she couldn't understand why he was r refusing to give up, it wasn't as though she were going to make it easy on him, he had to see that and he certainly didn't need the hassle she was sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 17:41:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her face, and noticed&nbsp; she was just being a jerk. Maybe she was a jerk by nature, but he wasn't letting her go so easily. He was to teach her... He thought... Maybe if he convinced her... His secret room had very good convincing weapons. She'd have to let go first though... If she was this hard, she probably would be frigid.<br><br>"Who told you I don't want you here?" he asked her, and smiled, looking at her. He'd try a different approach. "I know you think&nbsp; staying here would be miserable, but think about it. No school, no parents, no grandmother nagging you..." he told her, and then stood up, walking towards his house. He guessed some more days around her would make him understand her better.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 16:14:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had to admit he had a point. She had no responsibilities while she was here, which made the entire purpose behind her being here pointless. Her grandmother wanted her to learn to be more responsible or something, she'd tuned out the lecture soon after it had started, school wasn't an option just then and, while she hated that her grandmother sent her here, she missed her home. Maybe it wasn't fair to take all this out on Vincent, but he was here to take it out on and he seemed perfectly content to let her vent and say as she pleased. <br><br>It would be hard for her to accept the fact that she couldn't control her situation. She wanted to live where she wanted, in the city she wanted to be in, not in the middle of the sticks where there was nothing to do but stare at the trees. It was more than she could take.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 18:24:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He went into the house, and thought about the approach he was giving to the situation. A kind approach wouldn't work? Well, he'd do something better. He went to the internet source, and unplugged the data cords, as well as cellphone communications. He thought of being harder on her, a hard hand could form a better dough. Her mind would be refreshed, away from all her trouble, her world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 21:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sat there for a while longer after he left and thought about what to do next. She was going to call her grandmother later that night and hell she'd plead and beg if she had to, to force the older woman to let her come home.<br><br>It was possible she supposed that she was wrong about him, that maybe he did actually want her there, though she highly doubted it. How could he? She was obviously a pain in his ass, and it had to be more than a small inconvenience to have someone living with you that you don't even know, friend of her parents or not.<br><br>Eventually she made her way back to the house, though she had no idea what to say to him if she ran into him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 05:39:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had left already to the bathroom, he took a long shower, meditating about the issues with her. He had never, ever had trouble with anything in his life, he had succeeded in every campaign, against a lot of odds... This kid was just that: Someone to educate. He didn't understand her whole problem with being there. Just a new place where she could relax, eat whatever, go wherever... If she behaved, she actually had been planning to give her money to go shopping.<br><br>But she was going through the steep, hard road. "What am I going to do with you, girl... what..." He began dressing up, and then went to his room. He wouldn't work out, he wanted to be by himself for a few hours.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 16:52:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam didn't see him anywhere in sight when she got into the house. Since she was alone, she took a look in the fridge for something to eat, having skipped lunch that day. She pulled out the makings for a salad and grabbed a bottle of water. She ate standing up over the counter wanting to be done before he came back home or downstairs, the truth was, she didn't know where Vincent was, and that was probably a good thing. <br><br>He'd been trying to be welcoming, and she appreciated that, even if she wasn't showing it. But she didn't want to be here no matter how much luxury or freedoms there were in the house. She pulled out her cell phone to call her grandmother and kept getting a no signal warning. She walked all around the house with it and then outside again but no matter where she went, she couldn't get service.<br><br>Upstairs in her room she tried to connect to her email, if she couldn't get a signal on the phone, she'd just email her grandmother what she'd wanted to say but her laptop wasn't finding the wireless network. She had been on it the night before, so she couldn't figure out why it wasn't working now. She started looking around the house for Vincent, calling for him, hoping he could fix it so she could talk to her grandmother.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Life Lessons (cirdanf &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cirdanf</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 23:13:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He had meditated a long while, thinking about the right&nbsp; way to come to her. She wasn't paying attention to all the advantages he was giving her, trying to make her have a pleasant stay? Fine. He would go her way. He had a couple of things planned, but they had to come bit by bit. First was the disconnection with the world, which had already been done.&nbsp; He would just tell her that it was a problem with the antenna, and would be fixed soon.<br><br>Then... when the maid came, he would begin stealing her clothes, destroying them and saving them, until she had only a few clothes to wear. His car would be "broken", the maid would stop coming when she noticed. His cellphone had signal still because it was bound to a satellite, so he could work his way to where he wanted, all the time, with it.<br><br>He heard her call his name, and went downstairs, to her. He explained her the situation with the networks, and crossed his arms. "I guess this won't be a cupcake, huh?" 
			</dd>
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