i see everything, adrian.

[samantha rose warrington]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the world was full of monsters that most humans didn't even know about. screw the ones deep inside you, the bad memories and the inner feelings you tried to fight all the time. sam had bigger worries, ones that were physical and as real as the wound on her arm. sitting on her bed, she scowled at the stitched cut, jagged and bruised. it was only the other day she had found out about the existence of vampires, but she was none to excited to meet one again. with her hair tied loosely back, donning a tank top that was one size too large, and tight-fitting jeans, she flopped backward on her bed. her sheets were still colored with the imagination of her childhood, and her room was painted a bright green, although the hue was covered my paintings and pictures that she had pasted to her walls over time. her room was completely mismatched, not that she cared any. she was sam warrington, and couldn't give two shits about the opinions of others. especially not today when the truth of the matter fell upon her like one thousand bricks. she toyed with one of the stitches that had been cut too long before sitting back up with a sigh, wrapping her arm until it was neatly packaged and could be hidden underneath a sleeve. shrugging on a gray canvas-like jacket, she took a step into the bathroom and powdered her face, applying a little eyeliner before she paced back, looking at her appearance for a few moments before turning on the heels of her rugged black boots and stepping down to the front door, slipping outside. before she took five paces forward, she already had a cigarette and lighter in hand. shoving the marlboro between her lips, she cupped her hand and ignited the flame, watching the paper burn on the tip, smoke rising from it and swirling around her head. she parted her glossed lips, pulling the filter from her mouth and letting out a sigh, watching the 'o' in the air dissolve and disappear from sight.

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[adrian jonathon baker]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Adrian felt every bit the creepy stalker ex-boyfriend at the moment, except he and Sam had never had any sort of relationship remotely close to that. He’d left when he was eleven for Christ’s sake, nothing of the sort had even had the time to happen. Adrian couldn’t fathom the younger part of the generation, who liked to stick themselves with a ‘significant other’ as soon as they figured it out. How twelve year olds could be ‘dating’ surpassed even his intellect, and if he was going to be completely honest, he was rather smart, not to toot his own horn or anything, it was just a common fact. But even he couldn’t understand how kids liked to tie themselves so easily to people they didn’t really know, besides the fact that they were far too young for relationships. Adrian didn’t like that idea any more than they should; people were difficult to trust. Even as a kid he hadn’t had many friends, he just didn’t get along with most kids his age. One he had gotten along with, was Sam, and she was pretty much all he had left. With his parents gone and his uncle passing away just a few years ago, she was the very last remnants of a past he wish wouldn’t have died with his parents. He could only imagine where he would be had circumstances been different. At twenty, he would have had a bright future, probably would have been in school for something dizzying that the average person wouldn’t understand. Certainly not running around the world, trying to track down his parents’ killers, and at the moment, definitely not standing outside his former best friend’s apartment building to make sure no one suspicious came in or out. Naturally protective, Adrian knew that Samantha wouldn’t be able to take care of herself with the stuff she was getting herself into now, and had taken it upon himself to watch her and make sure she didn’t have any further encounters with the supernatural kind. “Ugh,” he groaned and let out a frustrated sigh. Of course she’d decide to leave her home and make his job difficult. It was much easier to watch her when she was stationary and not in open air for everyone to see. Unfortunately, he’d look much more suspicious following her in public than he did just sitting at a bus stop across from her building. Knowing that this was going to prove to be a little more difficult, he stood up, brushed himself off and held a quick pace as he headed in her direction. “Hey Sam!” he called, not giving into the urge to wave his arms to gain her attention lest it hurt his already wounded pride. 458 words | for sam | sorry this took forever! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[samantha rose warrington]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the cigarette held a sort of memorable elegance, rested between the slender fingers of samantha warrington. the yellow filter and the white paper, rolled to hide the poison from the eyes, letting it touch the lips and lungs only. oh, she knew they were awful and addictive, but they were an aid to thought. sam breathed in, letting the smoke fill her insides, acrid and stinging. and then she breathed out, the smoke swirling around her face before dissipating into the air, fading just like the guilt sam felt at even picking one up. she sighed, the discolored air floating from her nose and between her lips, and she felt a tightness she hadn't known existed in her chest relax. she let her hand fall to her side, cigarette still burning her future to keep itself alive. she was about to reach into her pocket to grab her cell phone when a familiar voice echoed through the air, meeting her ears with a heart-skipping sound. she knew who had called to her before she even looked, and part of her didn't want to turn. adrian baker had been her neighbor as a child, her best friend. they had run the block together, the monarchs of sandboxes. but he had disappeared and left her behind. she felt her teeth grind together and closed her eyes for a moment. although she was angry, sam would always know she would have a soft spot for him. he had been a part of her too much to let go of, no matter the situation. flicking ash off of the tip of her smoking stick, she turned, her green gaze meeting his across the street. he had changed so much since she had seen him last. he was a kid, nothing more, but now he had gained a role she couldn't even begin to fathom. a hunter of the supernatural, a hero in terms. sam smiled crookedly. if he was the hero, she was the antithesis with her habits and her attitude. she was no villain, but she was no saint. she hardly gave the road a look as she crossed the black pavement, hopping onto the sidewalk where adrian stood by the bus stop. she quirked a brow, remembering the last time they had met- for the first time in years. he had helped her with her ... problem. her eyes flickered to her arm, now well on it's way to healing, and then back to him and his familiar gaze. "hey there." she said simply, lifting the cigarette to her lips for one last puff before she threw it on the ground, stomping out the remaining embers. "what're you up to?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, her leaf-like eyes sparking with curiosity.

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[adrian jonathon baker]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Of course she smoked. He should have known. Not only was it bad for her, which made it typical Sam behaviour since, for some unfathomable reason, trouble always seemed to find Sam, or really, Sam always went looking for trouble, but it added to this new self-destructive image she’d created for herself. Obviously, there were song things she just couldn’t know would hurt her, and those were the most dangerous. She’d gotten mixed up in the worst things already, and he’d been forced to show her the cold hard truth of the world. The ease at which the words had slipped from his lips had surprised him, but he supposed that she was fit for this world, the real one. As jaded as she seemed into her habitual life, Sam had always been the more adventurous of the two of them, getting Adrian into all sort of trouble from the moment they’d become friends. He’d always resigned himself to tagging along during her antics to protect her and make sure nothing terribly bad happened. Except now, the only problem was that he had other things to do, much more important things than follow a little girl around and make sure she didn’t cross any vampires or werewolves the wrong way. Somehow, he had to make sure that someone would watch her, find someone he trusted to keep her in line and out of harm’s way. It was the least he could do, after all, for neglecting to keep her ignorant about this entire underground world beneath the one she knew. Eventually, she would have found out about it, knowing Sam, he consoled himself in the fact that it had been him that had gotten to explain things to her, show her what was going on instead of someone else. For all he knew, if he had let her going on completely unaware, not only would she be in much more danger without proper knowledge, but there was no telling who would be the one to come to introduce her to the world, and he knew he could do it much more gently than most. Regardless of the fact that it could have been a vampire or werewolf that would have given her a biased opinion in favour of their kind. As far as Adrian was concerned, he had the human opinion, the one that every human should have. There was absolutely nothing wrong with his side of the story. “I was going to call you and see if you wanted to get something to eat or something,” he said slowly, taking the time to properly form his words so they didn’t sound suspicious in the least. “But I forgot to get your number, and I just followed the path of destruction until I found where it lead to,” he joked with a small smile and ran a hand through his thick brown hair. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, he’d needed to talk to her sometime, and he was getting hungry. 458 words | for sam | sorry this took forever! this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[samantha rose warrington]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] sam was never the cautious one. she dove headfirst into dangerous situations just for the thrill, if there was no better reason. her curiosity was strong enough to have killed one hundred cats, yet somehow sam managed to escape by the skin of her teeth every time. she had danced with werewolves and fought with vampires- all without knowing what it was she was dealing with. of course, now she knew. adrian had sat her down, explaining every bit of danger she lived through every day. the clubs she went to, the crowd she was with- the ignorance was suffocating. awareness was both a blessing and a curse, she supposed. when adrian spoke, the voice she found oddly familiar resonated in her ears as she regarded him with neutral green eyes. she blinked, scrutinizing the boy she had known as a child and wondering how one lie had changed his world so much. he was even more cautious than before, but that was simply because he knew what was out there. he knew what the world was like. sam wanted to scream to the rooftops- the world was such an ugly place. and she hated herself for not seeing it earlier. she always prided herself on her wit, her cleverness and ability to figure things out. but this was one subject she had never known about- one that lived right under her nose. sam was snapped from her reverie when he finished speaking, looking at her expectantly. she offered a small chuckle, under the breath but genuine as she nodded slowly. "alright. food it is." she replied, offering adrian her trade-marked lopsided grin. it was a mixture between attitude and amusement, and one hundred percent native to sam warrington herself. she started walking forward, her gait rather relaxed and almost waltz-like in manner. "so what have you been up to?" she asked, casting a glance over her shoulder at adrian.

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