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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 19:29:31 GMT -6
Sam's eyes widened when he whispered the words that she hoped he would never. She uncrossed her arms and moved away from the wall. No! This wasn't fair! She hated Chace! No... She whisperd, trailing off. Sam looked away from his gaze, not wanting to look at him anymore. One question though: Why did he think he could take the throne? The thought of his didn't cross her mind, she was too tense to think about it. Why do you think you can have it? She whispered harshly.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 19:35:23 GMT -6
Chace watched Sam's reaction with his eyes narrowed, a smirk curving onto his lips once again, though this time he let it take hold. He shrugged lightly. "What is there to stop me taking the throne. You told me it was the oldest on the island. I'm ahead by a year and a half." He took a step towards her. "But don't worry, I wouldn't just kick you out of the position. You could rule too - me as king, you as queen." His voice was soft, yet there was a slight spiteful edge towards it. He was right, and there was nothing Sam could do...
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 19:40:26 GMT -6
That smirk. Again. How Sam hated that smirk. Her eyes narrowed slightly in return. She looked at the ground when he reminded her of his age. D***. Sam backed up into the wall when he stepped toward her. Her eyes widened once more at his idea. Why do you have to do this Chace? She asked softly. She didn't want to be his queen, she wanted to be it by herself. No king period. The king was out of the picture. Until now anyways. Chace was right, he was oldest and he had a rightful spot on the throne. Sam swallowed and looked at Chace once more. His voice had been soft but there was a bit hostility to it. Like she didn't have a choice. That scared her.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 19:52:11 GMT -6
Chase laughed lightly. "Why do I have to do this? I don't have to - I want to." he smiled slightly, imagining his future life as king... finally, people would look up to him, and respect him. Sam might not know it now, but she would be his queen, one way or another... He frowned as he saw the fear in her eyes, and stepped back, his brows furrowing as his gaze softened, his own eyes showing slight sorrow.
He turned away from her, massaging his temples lightly. "Why do you hate me so much Sam?" he whispered, glancing around at her briefly before returning his gaze to the floor.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 19:58:21 GMT -6
Sam frowned at Chace's laugh. He thought it was funny. She thought differently. What a jerk. She looked at the ground and then back up right when he backed away and rubbed his temples. She frowned in confusion and watched him as he asked his question. Because you're a threat to my position. King or not you're still a threat. And yet you have that stupid smirk on your face anyway! I don't like it. She said. Sam wouldn't admit it but his smirk sent chills down her spine sometimes when he used it in just the right places when they run into each other.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 20:05:59 GMT -6
Chace frowned again, turning to face her and crossing his arms now. A threat, is that really what she thought? He was not asking her to give up her position, just to have him as her partner.... why was that such a problem. "Okay, fine, but why did you seem to hate me the first day I arrived? And the second day?" His question was rushed, his voice stronger now. He had noticed it - the first second she lay eyes on him she seemd to frown and roll her eyes, then ignored him completely.... then the next day, when he went over to say hi... the verbal abuse he recieved from her.... She mentioned the fact she hated his smirk.... well she would be happy, as all trace of it had been removed completely from his face....
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 20:12:28 GMT -6
Sam tilted her head to the side and frowned slightly. Then she remembered, the first day. Because you seemed a bit stuck up and I didn't like the sexual attention, I'm not used to it. But it doesn't mean I hated you. She said. She didn't then, but it could be possible that she hated him now. Sam really hadn't liked the sexual attention, it was confusing and new to her. Something she hadn't experienced until he arrived on the island. Sam sighed and messed with the bun again. The pony tail holder was the only thing that was keeping her wild hair back out of her face. Otherwise it would be all over the place if she didn't have it.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 20:20:36 GMT -6
"Right, so you didn't hate me then, but you do now? What caused the change? I have only ever been myself around you. I thought girls liked that, when guys don't try and pretend to be someone they're not." He frowned deeply, brows furrowed in major confusion now. He shook his head lightly, closing his eyes for a second before loking up at Sam once more. Then something inside him just snapped.
"Fine. You know what, you don't want me here, I'm gone. Have a great life. I hate this stupid ****ing island anyway." With that, he turned and began to walk out of the temple, breathing heavily, heart racing, pumping adrenaline around his body. He felt the urge to do something crazy before he made a break for freedom, but his options were fairly limited...
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 20:36:39 GMT -6
Sam frowned. She didn't know how to answer that. In fact she didn't anything about what he just said. She had never dated before. She saw his face changed after he shook his head. Sam swallowed and knew that he had snapped. She watched as Chace stormed past. Sam shook her head. No one said you had to like the island! Good luck on escaping! She called after him. Sam rolled her eyes and walked down the hall. What else could she do?
Sam tried many things but every thing she did her thoughts kept wandering to Chace. She had finally given up and got dressed, then rode out to ride around. Maybe she could go to the church and think? Or not.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 20:54:38 GMT -6
Chase went straight to his house, and threw all his belongings into his bag, wrapping everything tightly in a plastic bag he found in the bottom. It took him minutes, but he wished it could have taken even less - every other second, meant another moment on this island... He shoved the bag onto his shoulder and marched out of his house and towards the Orphan Look Out.... there had to be a boat nearby, surely!
However, he got distracted as he passed by Mandy Rivers's mansion. He laughed shortly, then climbed up the tree that was closest to the wall then dropped down on the other side, landing softly on the grass. He ran up to the back door and pulled the key out from under the mat, the whole time a smirk on his lips, and his heart racing like crazy, adrenaline still flowing.
He opened the door, and walked through the kitchen and towards the hall, eyes scanning for any place that could potentially hold money - when he got back to the mainland he would need some way to get to America... One painting hung on the wall looked a little too well placed.... he knocked it off it's hook, to reveal a small silver safe. He grinned, and rested his hand against it lightly, studying it briefly. It was a modern style, with a keypad and what looked like a fingerprint scanner. Though he knew the chances of him even opening it were slim, he needed to try...
He hit a random selection of buttons then ran his finger across the scanner. The call of "Access Denied" echoed around the silent room. He tried again, with the same result. on his third attempt, it all went wrong. An alarm began to ring through the house, and he noticed metal shutters closing across the windows and the doors.
His heart began to race again, and his breath caught in his throat as he turned on his heels and sprinted through to the kitchen, somehow managing to roll through the gap between the moving shutter and the ground, which was only around 3 feet high!!! He sighed with relief as he rose to his feet on the other side, then his relief vanished once more. Two large security guards were running towards him, eyes narrowed, faces deeply angered. He gulped, and sprinted towards the gate. Judging his speed against theirs he might just make it...
He grinned as the gate was within reach, and somehow managed to scale over it in only a few seconds, leaving the guards scrambling behind him. He ran down the road and into the edge of the forest. He stopped, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. As he grinned to himself about such a luck escape, he felt a large hand clap him on the shoulder, before his arms were pulled behind him and he was pinned against the tree...
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 21:05:22 GMT -6
Sam had been riding across the prairie toward the old church when she heard loud sirens going off. She rolled her eyes. Someone was trying to sneak in Mandy's mansion again. Great. Well, she had nothing else to do, so why not check it out? Sam turned Dream in the right direction and kicked him into a gallop. Hooves pounded against grass, then dirt, and finally pavement as they made the journey there. They thundered up the paved driveway and drew to a halt when she saw a security guard pinning a teen to a tree.
As she got closer she noticed it was Chace. Sam raised an eyebrow in surprise. She wasn't expecting that. Chace? She asked in confusion. She rode closer and stopped Dream a few feet away. Sam blinked a couple of times to make sure that what she was seeing was real. It was. She looked at the guards. Let him go, if Mandy has any complaints then tell me and we will talk. She said. The guards muttered a few things and left, shaking their hands.
Sam frowned and then looked at Chace, the frown disappearing. You're confusing me Chace? She said.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 21:14:23 GMT -6
Chace grumbled as he was caught, attempting to turn his head to look at the security guard, but he was pinned too tightly. Great - just as he's trying to get off the island, he would probably be locked away on it. He closed his eyes, trying ot ignore the sound of the guard on his walkie talkie. Then he heard another sound - a horses hooves - and his eyes snapped open.
He heard Sam's now familiar voice, and said "Yeah it's me. But don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll be fine. I'm used to worse anyway." Though his voice was muffled somewhat by the tree, the bitterness and sarcasm was still evident. Right now, if there was one person he didn't want to help him, it was Sam. As the guards released him, he ran a hand through his hair and shifted his bag strap further onto his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for confusing you Sam, I truly am. I mean, after all the times I've spoken to you I should understand how annoying it can be when you can't understand a single thing that the person does." His voice was louder than usual, and more agressive.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 21:20:24 GMT -6
Sam glared and continued to look at Chace and whistled. The guards came walking briskly from around the corner of the house. They obviously hadn't gotten far or had wanted to leave. Sam nodded to Chace. My mistake, take him to punishment hill. He stays there until the amount of days are decided and once that is done he, of course, will stay for that amount of time. Which means you could be staying double or triple the time on punishment hill. She said and smirked.
The guards smiled and grabbed Chace's arms. Dream shifted his weight from on hoof to the other. I'm sorry but any chance of escaping or getting the throne will be put on delay for a while, hope that doesn't bother you! She said. Sam rode up and spat on the ground in front of where Chace stood. If that didn't bring out the pure evil or rage of somebody, then she didn't know what did.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 21:30:22 GMT -6
Chace glared back, eyes stone cold as the guards pinned his arms behind him again. He didn't try to resist, and didn't speak at all as Sam spoke, merely breathed heavily and clecnhed his hands into fists, his eyes never leaving Sam. At her smirk, he felt a great wave of rage wash through his body, and his eyes narrowed dramatically, his mouth curving down into a deep frown.
"Why, thank you, your highness." he growled at Sam - he had never felt like this about anyone before - such anger and loathing, yet mixed in with this unimaginable lust that just would not fade. "It's greatly appreciated."....... As Sam spat on the ground just ahead of him, Chace's mouth opened in surprise and slight horror. No - surely she couldn't hate him that much, could she?
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 21:37:22 GMT -6
Sam could feel Chace's intense gaze on her, but she didn't care. The deed was done. She met his gaze once more with the same intensity as his. You're digging a deeper grave for yourself Chace. She said, words dripping with poison. Dream tossed his head and snorted. Sam ignored the horses and watched as horror and surprise crossed Chace's face. Good. She was glad that she could still surprise him. And scare him? That was something new.
The guards asked if they could take Chace away. She looked at them and gave a curt nod. She had nothing else to say or do to Chace at the moment. Besides this. See you in a couple days....or weeks. She said and turned Dream. The guards yanked Chace in the opposite direction and began leading him to punishment hill. Sam clucked to Dream and nudged him into a trot.
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