samuel-mephis:

As Emilie spoke, a determined look surfacing on her face, Sam made sure to keep his face blank. His eyes were dark, intensely absorbing her words, her attitude. And when she finished in a breath, he paused. Watched her face, watching him. Before a smile spread across his features.

“Good.” He mused slowly, his arms unfolding as he regained a neutral stance. The girl had a solid spirit, and effectively passed Sam’s test. The normal person would have an uncertainty in their eyes, be trepid with their words and tread carefully on his warning. Emilie didn’t. The best of fighters were always trepid, always uncertain, but they would never admit it. They would power through it, and use the adrenaline to their own advantage. Emilie was trepid, Sam could see that in the dark recesses of her eyes, even if she didn’t realise it herself. And what shone to Sam, was not the fact that Emilie wanted to succeed, or win. But the fact that she wanted to try.

“We can start then,” Sam said lightly as he took a step back, his feet planting themselves firmly to the ground in a strong stance as he regarded the girl with casual eyes. He spread his arms out slightly, as if to highlight his exposed position, before he let his arms fall to the side slowly “I need to see how capable you are.”

Sam smiled, his eyes taunting the girl before him before he waved his eyebrows “Come over here and hit me, Emilie.”

Emilie meant every word she had said. She was willing to put in the practice and push herself. She didn’t like feeling helpless when she was walking around the street. Her being a fairly small girl made her an easy target for the government to try and get her. She needed to have as much ability as she could to fight them off. 

Good? That’s all he had to say about what she had said. Of course, she hadn’t expected him to give her a speech like what she had given him. He seemed to be a man of few words and got straight to the point. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush and she liked that. Sometimes it was probably harsh but at least he wasn’t hiding stuff. People looked at her and probably thought she couldn’t take much. It would probably surprise people what she was truly capable of. 

Emilie still had that determined look and her arms folded when she noticed him plant himself firmly. Her look slightly wavered, wondering what he was doing. Once he said for her to hit him, she kept her look of determination on her face, but her arms unfolded. She calculated where the best hits would be. She didn’t want to hurt the guy, just show him what she could do. 

She was actually fairly good and throwing punches and kicks. It was something she did to get out frustration and anger. It was nice though to have a moving target. This was most likely the type of guy the government would send after her, so she was ready to to this. She balled her hands up in fists and moved towards him. 

Emilie didn’t put all of her strength behind her punches, which probably made them seem light to him. She threw a punches at his stomach and sides. It seemed to have little effect on him though. She threw a kick to the back of his knee but he only wavered slightly. This was the exact reason that she knew that she needed help. 

(Source: emilie-lincoln)

christopher-dundee:

Katherine had a point, parent-talk hadn’t come up much. Chris could recall mentioning his parents once or twice to Emilie, but not really focusing on them during a conversation. He glanced up when the waiter asked what they wanted to drink. Chris ordered a Coke and gave Emilie a quick grin, “That sounds fine.”

Emilie returned Chris’s grin and then put away her menu, since they had already decided what they had wanted. It seemed that Chris’s nerves had eased slightly. She was glad they had. She realized that meeting someone’s parent was a big deal, at least it kind of was to her. 

Her mom continued looking at the menu and then closed it, looking up at Chris. “So, what is there to do in New York? I’m sure that there is a ton of stuff to do. Em doesn’t really have any clue what to do. She usually just sit in her apartment.” Her mom gave her a disappointed look.

Emilie looked at her mom and slightly shook her head. “Well, I have a lot to do and just like relaxing when I can.” She playfully raised an eyebrow at her mom. She spotted the waiter bringing over their drinks and thanked him when he did so. She also order for them and gave him a smile.

(Source: emilie-lincoln)

I feel so bad for just disappearing out of no where. I am back now though and will be replying to paras shortly. I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry I kind of just disappeared there. 

I’ll reply to any paras that I have to once I get back today. 

Again I’m so sorry.

christopher-dundee:

He nodded slightly, “It’s a pretty easy job. Selling guns and shooting lessons.” Chris glanced between Emilie and Katherine, noticing how they seemed to move in unison. It was interesting to see someone with their parents and see the similarities in personality, movement, etc.

He racked his brain for a question, “I don’t think Emilie mentioned what you did, career-wise.” Chris really didn’t know anything about Emilie’s mom. All he could recall from their last conversation was the woman was supposed to be very blunt.

Emilie was glad that they seemed to be getting along fairly well. Of course, it was only the beginning, so things could take a turn for the worse at any time. Don’t think like that, she told herself. She just sat back and as the two talked so they could get better acquainted. 

Her mother turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “She didn’t? Well, I’m not shocked. Talk about parents probably don’t come up a lot, especially dealing with what they do for a living. I’m just a secretary at a local doctor’s office. I make appointments and anything else that would take the doctor away from his work. Not real exciting stuff, but it’s work.” 

Emilie spotted the waiter walking towards their table to take their drink order. She ordered a water and her mother did the same. Once Chris had ordered his drink, she spoke. “Well, we should probably decide what we want on out pizza. We like all the classic stuff on your pizza.” She looked over at Chris, not really knowing what he liked. 

(Source: emilie-lincoln)

christopher-dundee:

Chris gave Emilie’s mother, Katherine, a polite smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you.” In his head, he’s making physical comparisons between the two women. It was somewhat easy to tell they were related. Chris grinned at Katherine’s words and glanced over at Emilie, “I like her already.” He had barely spent thirty seconds with Emilie’s mom, but Chris got the feeling he was going to like her.

Emilie looked over at Chris when he spoke to her and playfully rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. “Well I’m glad to hear that.” He probably didn’t know how true those words were. She had been nervous all day and him saying that relaxed her a little bit. 

It was quiet for a few moments before her mom spoke. “So Chris, Em tells me that you work in a gun store. How’s that? I would take it that that’s an interesting job.” She and her mom relaxed back into the booth at the same exact time. They both noticed it and a small smile was on both of their lips. They were so similar, it was almost scary sometimes. 

(Source: emilie-lincoln)

christopher-dundee:

In Chris’s mind, the dinner was going to go one of three ways. One: Emilie’s mother could completely love him and the meal would pass quickly. Two: Emilie’s mother could kind of like him and the dinner conversation could pass by awkwardly. Three: Emilie’s mother could hate him and they would all three spend the meal in a tense silence.

He thought it was understandable for him to be nervous. Chris wasn’t as nervous as he had been when Emilie had first told him about her mom coming into town, but nervous enough that he almost into his bedroom door. Twice.

By the time he had gotten dressed and left his apartment, Chris could feels his nerves getting higher and higher. As he made his way to where he was meeting Emilie and her mom, Chris forced himself to calm down. Talking to Emilie’s mom would probably be like talking to any stranger on the street…except the conversation would hopefully last longer than those Chris had when he ran into someone on the sidewalk. He had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t that big of a deal if Emilie’s mother did happen to hate his guts. It wasn’t like she would be staying in New York forever and Chris doubted Emilie would dump his ass just because her mom didn’t like him.

When he finally made it to where he was supposed to meet them, Chris ran a hand through his hair and walked inside, immediately looking for Emilie. He spotted her fairly quickly, sitting with a woman who he assumed was her mother. Smiling slightly, Chris went over to them and sat down when Emilie scooted over.

Emilie offered him a smile when Chris sat next to her. She turned her body slightly so that she could face both of them. She smiled at them both, trying to suppress any nervousness showing. There’s no need to be nervous. They’ll both like each other, she reminded herself continuously in her head. “Mom, this is Chris. Chris, this is my mom, Katherine.” 

She slightly held her breath waiting for how the introductions would go. It was true that first impressions were important and if this didn’t go well, then she wouldn’t have a clue as to what she should do. She saw her mom offer Chris a smile and heard her speak. “It’s finally nice to put a face to the man I’ve heard so many things about, a handsome face at that.”

Emilie was a little bit surprised by the last part of her mom’s statement and it showed slightly on her face apparently, because her mom could see it on her face and commented on it. “Oh come on, Em. It’s not like you didn’t already know.” She let out a slight laugh to release some of the tension she was feeling and a small smile was on her lips.   

(Source: emilie-lincoln)

Emilie had called Chris a couple of days ago telling him that her mom had been asking when she was going to get to meet him. He said he was free for the night tonight, so they had set up a dinner. She would have suggested them going to that restaurant Chris had taken her to on their first date. She decided against it though, because if he had thought she had freaked out over with her reaction to the place, her mom would have been ten times worse. She suggested going to a pizza place really close to her place. 

Emilie and her mom were almost ready to walk out the door. To be honest, Emilie was slightly nervous about this meeting. She didn’t know exactly know why she was nervous. She thought that is was probably the fact that they were both very important people in her life and if they didn’t like each other, she didn’t know what she was going to do. 

She had been sitting on her bed trying to calm herself down while her mom finished getting ready. She had been ready a long time before she needed to be. She always had a habit of doing that when she was nervous about things. She was looking down at the ground and kicking her legs idly when her mom walked out. She looked up at her with a small smile. “Well, aren’t you looking beautiful as always.” The smile became bigger after she had spoke. 

Her mom just rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. “I could say the same about you.” Emilie laughed and then stood up. She hadn’t really thought much about her outfit. She was too focused on other things. She had just thrown on a dress and a jacket. Her mom had practically done the same thing. She guessed it was true that they were a lot alike. 

Emilie smiled. “You ready to go then?” Her mom nodded and they walked out the door, grabbing anything they needed on the way out. They had a light conversation as they walked to the pizza place, Emilie trying not to think about anything negative. They arrived at the pizza place. It was a small place that not a lot of people knew about but it was one of Emilie’s favorites. They grabbed a table and she sat facing the door so Chris could see her. 

“Okay, I have to warn you,” Emilie said, looking at her mom, “Chris is slightly nervous about this meeting. Go easy on him, please.” She gave her mom a pleading look. 

“I wasn’t planning on bombarding him with deep, personal questions. I just want to meet him and see what he’s like. Every time I mention him, your face lights up, so he has to be special to you. Anyone that special to you, I need to meet.” 

As her mom spoke about Chris, he walked in the door. A bright smile was on her face. He saw her and started walking towards the table. “Here he is. Remember, be on your best behavior.” She gave her mom one last stern look and then changed that to a smile as Chris neared the table. She scooted over in the booth so he could sit next to her. “Hey.”  

(Source: hermiola)

samuel-mephis:

Sam relaxed into a more genuine smile at the girl’s continued metaphor, nodding and releasing her hand as he stood back, folding his arms “Guess I should get to know your mom a little better, then” He joked with a casual wink. The girl was tall, long legs, and skinny. It wasn’t that she was lacking muscles, he could see the traces of strength in her body, but he would need to tone them up and build upon the muscle mass slightly, so she could use them effectively.

He motioned his head away from the fountain before he began to move, not saying anything as he buried his hands in his pockets. This girl would need a lot of work if she was going to survive in an operation this big, and Sam would have to train himself in turn to be patient and accommodating whilst she grew more confident in combat.

He moved towards a more enclosed space, shaded by trees and away from curious eyes. He didn’t check to see if Emilie was following, until he had checked that the area was clear and safe. He turned to her with a frown. Sam would have found it difficult to trust this girl; working for the government and new to The Resistance. But to what extent was he in the same situation?

“Emilie, I’m not here to play games with you” He scrutinised her momentarily before his eyes once more became welcoming “Combat isn’t something you learn in a day. It may seem simple at first, but the more you know, the more it becomes an art that needs to be perfected.” He fixed her with a testing look “If you can’t keep up, I’m not keeping you. Do you understand?” He could see the determination in the girl’s eyes, but he unsure as to whether she could channel that into action.

Emilie let out a small laugh at his words and slightly rolled her eyes. “Yeah, try that move that you tried on me as an introduction and you might not be so lucky.” Her mom wasn’t as defenseless as she was. Her dad had taught her mom a whole lot more than he had taught Emilie with good reason. Her mom never taught her though because she didn’t think she would ever need to know this and she never pressed the matter with her mom cause she felt the same. 

She say motion towards an area with his head and she followed. He didn’t look back to see if she was following which she thought might have been weird if it were someone else. He was probably use to people just following what he said. He hadn’t ever given a reason for her not to, not yet anyways. 

Once he turned to look at her, Emilie saw the look on his face. It wasn’t a happy look which he didn’t seem to dawn that often. She slightly wondered what his story was, but it wasn’t her place to ask. He was helping her and that was all. She pushed those thoughts away as he spoke. She fixed him with a determined look as he spoke.

“Yeah, I know you can’t learn to fight in a day. I wasn’t expecting to start training and turn into a fighting machine in one day. It takes practice and work.” She folded her arms over her chest. “If I weren’t willing to work, I wouldn’t have asked for help in the first place. If I start lagging, tell me. I’m not some delicate flower. I want to give this my all and try with everything that I have. If that’s not good enough, well, at least I can say I gave my best and I didn’t leave anything behind.” She didn’t know if she was making any sense with what she was saying, but she continued to look up at him with that determined look acting as if she did.

(Source: emilie-lincoln)