Sam Thompson (steelsoldier) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-01-23 00:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, mariana bezerra da silva, sam thompson |
WHO: Sam Thompson [USA] and Mariana Bezerra da Silva [BRAZIL]
WHAT: Sam and Mariana make up, have babies, live happily ever after
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: The Quad
STATUS: Complete log
SAM: Sam Thompson had a heavy feeling in his stomach as he waited on a bench in the empty quad, watching the sun sink over the horizon. His fingers fidgeting together in his lap as he searched for things Mariana might need to talk about that didn’t mean bad things for him, or for them. He had found nothing so far. MARIANA: There were not enough words in English or Portuguese to describe how much Mariana was dreading this conversation. She had already been on the fence about ending her relationship with the American, but the situation with Javier had forced her hand -- there was no way they could continue on when her heart was so clearly not into it. Past annoyances with Sam aside, she didn't want to hurt him, but that seemed inevitable at this point. He would be hurt, he would probably say something awful, and then he would rush off to find Javier. She had tried to downplay her concerns about a fight to Carter, but aside from using her powers on him, she didn't see anyway to discourage Sam from trying to put Javier in the ground. Her heart sank when she saw him sitting alone on the bench. As tacky and inconsiderate as it was, she almost wished she had done this via text or e-mail. At least then she wouldn't have to see his reaction. "Hi," she said quietly as she sat down beside him. Mariana was trying very hard to keep her expression neutral, but it was obvious something was wrong. She sighed as she smoothed out her skirt. She was not ready to do this. "So. There is really no easy way to do this," she began. SAM: “Hey,” Sam greeted, with the forced pleasantness of someone trying to fend off the bad news he already felt was inevitable. His arm slid along the back of the bench, reaching for her, and he leaned in for a kiss. When Mariana demurred in favour of launching right into their conversation, any lingering doubts as to what was coming were dashed. Sam sank back to his side of the bench in resignation, his expression undeniably hurt. “I knew it. You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” He blurted, rather redundantly at this point. MARIANA: "Sam, you did not do anything wrong," she replied, her voice gentle. That wasn't entirely true -- not in the long run, at least -- but the situation with Javier was on her, not him. The urge to reach out and physically comfort him in some way was strong but she resisted. "I told you a long time ago that I do not think starting a relationship here is a good idea. I still feel that way, but it's not because you've done anything wrong. You have been very sweet," she added, finally reaching over to put a reassuring hand on his arm. Mariana sighed, her stomach doing backflips as she prepared for the fury that was about to happen. "No, it's me. I kissed... someone else. I am so sorry." He would inevitably ask who and she would inevitably tell him, but maybe he would be too distracted to wonder about the identity. She didn't need Carter around to tell her the chances of that happening were very, very slim. SAM: And there it was, just as he’d feared. Sam’s broad shoulders sagged with resignation, his lips pursing both in indignation at how patronizing this felt, and in resentment of how sound her reasoning was. He knew he’d pressured her into something she didn’t want, and he knew that he had to accept and respect the fact that she had at least tried things his way, for his sake. He had no choice but to be a mature, responsible adult about it and-- “Wait, what?” Sam had been so lost in his own reaction that he was almost certain he’d misheard her, but no - the words sat heavily in the space between them, and his expression turned to one of disbelief. “You what? You kissed someone?” The indignation in his voice was mounting steadily, on a clear trajectory towards anger. His body seemed to square itself again, inflating with his own outrage. “Who?” He asked, his voice pointedly even, as though there were any answer that could prevent the outburst that he was barely holding in. MARIANA: There was a long moment of silence as she tried to figure out how've to diffuse the situation. Surely there had to be something Mariana could do to keep him from exploding. She wasn't coming up with anything. "Javier," she said at last, in a small voice much unlike her usual tone. But then she hastily added: "Sam, I am so sorry, honestly. It was a mistake--" That wasn't entirely true. "And we only kissed, it didn't go any further than that--" But it would have if Javier hadn't stopped them. "This is my fault, not Javier's. It should not have happened and I am sorry." for someone who rarely apologized, she was certainly doing a lot of it lately. SAM: “Javier!?” Sam exploded to his feet, but despite his incredulous tone one could safely surmise he would have reacted the same to any name. The apologies and explanations fell on deaf ears, as he was too busy storming back and forth, hands curling into fists, anger reddening his face. “I can’t believe this!” He railed, “I mean, I get that things are a little ‘looser’ in your culture, but I thought I made it pretty clear how I felt about this stuff. I mean, it’s not that fucking hard, to not jump into bed with some other guy whenever the opportunity comes up. Goddammit!” He kicked at an innocent rock and sent it hurtling across the quad, the first victim of his rage this evening. “Y’know, my buddies warned me about this. The said that you couldn’t trust latina girls, but I was stupid enough to tell them they were wrong.” The pain in his voice translated itself into acid on his tongue, all focused at his now decidedly ex girlfriend. MARIANA: And just like that, all of her guilt withered away into nothing, replaced by a cold fury unlike most of her spirited outbursts. The comment about her 'loose' culture received an arched eyebrow and an indignant expression bordering on hurt; the comment about Latina women made her hit the roof. She stood up to her full height at once, immediately launching forward to strike him hard on the cheek with her open palm. There were a number of things she wanted to say as her palm was ringing in pain, some more vicious than others. She'd had plenty of opportunities to fall into bed with someone else. But no, she'd tried at this relationship because she had found American Sam endearing. Clearly she should have listened to Daisy and Carter. Mariana made no attempt to hide how upset she was as she gave him the most contemptuous look she could muster, her body shaking with anger. "Go to hell, Samuel," she said coldly, slapping him once more before she turned on her heel and stormed off. SAM: Sam’s fury was put on immediate hold as he felt the burning imprint of Mariana’s palm across his cheek. He hadn’t been expecting that - which is a bit ridiculous - and it stunned him into momentary silence, leaving him to gingerly touch his face while she stormed off. It didn’t take long for the anger to begin boiling up within him again though, and he knew exactly how he wanted to release it. He turned to storm off in his own direction, in search of a certain philandering Spaniard. |