Unoriginality for Sara
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Thread Topic: Unoriginality for Sara
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Samantha shrugged, "Yeah, sure I guess." Her arms lay limp at her sides, pursing her lips. She gazed around the place, curious. Samantha immediately realized this man had more money than her, not like that was hard to achieve or anything. Samantha was, after all, quite poor. She often relied on other people for her living situation, staying with a boyfriend or friend. Sadly, though, Samantha didn't have an overload of friends. Much to her dismay. Samantha had always wanted to be popular.
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"Uh, what would you like?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen. He wasn't surprised that she was impressed-- most people were. He just hoped that she'd sit down before he came back, she looked just as awkward as he felt. Connelly had no clue what she wanted to stay for, they hardly knew each other. He couldn't even remember her name! Oh, wait... Samantha. That was it.
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"What do you have?" She pursed her lips, walking into the middle of the room and leaning onto the couch. Samantha wasn't sure if she should sit down or not, not knowing how long she might be in the apartment. It was nice, anyways, which made her feel a lot less annoyed. Living in cramped living corners had often made her quite irritable. Samantha needed her space, and she needed it desperately. If she didn't have space..it wasn't pretty.
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"Uh... most sodas... I've also got some beers, but it depends on what you like and how long you want to stay here." He waited for her response, eventually grabbing a bowl and a bag of chips. Even though Connelly had no idea how to be social, he knew plenty about being a decent host. It sounded mostly like the woman didn't want to go home, so whatever they ended up doing would probably be enjoyable for her.
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Samantha thought for a moment, before rashly deciding, "I'll have a beer I guess." She shrugged, looking over to him. The girl scanned the house, feeling a little awkward in the situation. Samantha had never really worked, and surely didn't spent time with- especially not one as formal as this- coworker. Samantha had usually preferred to stay at clubs and such, instead of staying with coworkers and actually getting to know them.
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He grabbed two bottles and opened them before taking them out to the living room. He handed one to her with a small smile before taking a drink of his own, then slowly walked over to the huge, glass wall, his movement involuntarily telling her to join him. He stared out at the world, built of intermingling light and darkness, trying to take it all in. "You know, I never get sick of this view. There's always something... different, about the city."
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"Hmm?" Samantha took a sip from the bottle, moving over to join him. She chuckled, "Yeah, full of drug dealers and murders. I love the city. It's great." She joked, smirking as she gazed out of the window. Samantha had lived in many places in her life, most of which had been prostitute ridden ghettos, which her mom dubbed, "The only real place to live." The young girl, at the time, had no idea what her mother had gotten herself into. Now, Samantha realized, it was a sick addiction to the worst parts of life- the parts that were so bad they were beautiful.
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idk where they are but
He put on a look of mock disappointment, but quickly wiped it away. "I meant from afar. Did you grow up here?" Connelly asked as he took another drink. Talking about her childhood probably wasn't the best way to go, especially since it didn't sound very... relatable or pleasant, but it was too late for the young man to change the question. -
lol okay
"No, a different city. Much poorer than this." She told him, taking sip of her drink and glancing over to him. She blinked a few times before continuing, "To me, this city is a luxury. It's slightly run down, but it's doing pretty well financially. Luxury compared to where I grew up." Samantha told him, chuckling. "Half the time I wasn't even able to leave the house because there was shootings and gang wars, real nice place to spend your teenager years." She joked, snickering. -
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"Really?" he asked, kind of amazed, though not in a good way. He glanced over at her for a moment before looking back out at the city. "This is my first time actually living in a city. I only moved here a year or two ago. I'm still getting used to it. Though... boarding school wasn't that fun either, as far as teenage years go."
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Samantha nodded, not saying much for a little bit. "Yeah..It wasn't the best of teenage years, I guess." She told him, simply. Samantha looked away from the window for a moment, scanning the apartment for a moment. "But it had it's.." She looked up to the male, pursing her lips. "..Virtues." She set her hands on her hips.
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"Right. Was there something else you wanted to do, or did you ask to stay for the sake of staring out the window for a few hours?" he asked before taking a drink and walking back over to the couch. "It doesn't matter to me what we do, so it's up to you."
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"I don't know what we can do." Samantha told him with a shrug. "It's not that I'm all that interesting." She told him, slowly walking across the room to sit on the edge of the house. She managed a small grin, looking over to him. Samantha looked over to the door, silently. 'Maybe he wants me to leave..' She thought to herself, sighing internally. Samantha fidgeted in her spot. "Erm, if you want to to leave- ..that's uh, fine." She assured him. "No need to be polite." She managed an awkward chuckle.
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"No, really, I don't mind. I just... ugh, this is probably going to sound terrible, but I really don't have many..." he trailed off, noticing that his phone was vibrating on the table. The name on the screen read "Mom," causing him to let out a quiet, but annoyed groan. Connelly looked at his guest apologetically. "Sorry, do you mind if I answer this? If I don't, she'll only get angrier."
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