"London?" Sam asked, perking up, "You're from London? That is awesome! I'm from Texas- uh, the United States."
The door he had just camed through opened an another girl (Rai) walked in. Sam smiled at her, "Hey! Do you know where we are?"
"Do I know where we are?" She asks, following it with a short laugh. "No, I don't know where it is, but honestly, I'd rather be back in Georgia, then here. Too many colors and it's bringing back too many memories that I long since blocked out." She leans against the wall and just stares at Sam and Sharina.
Finally, she fell asleep. When she woke up, Cri didn't even bother to read the note. She just got up and walked out of the room. She came into another room where some other teens where-and a lot of toys. SHe looked at the toys in disgust.
((Go ahead, Honor! ^-^ We have more girls than boys but I don't care either way how old or what gender.))
Sam blinked as yet another girl entered the room. Suddenly he wa very grateful he hadn't been in his PJs when- whatever had kidnapped him- snagged him. "Who are you?" (Cri)
Sharina takes a step back from everyone, obviously trying to distance herself slightly. This was just too weird. What were all these teens doing here? It didn't make sense to her. "Mum's probably worried sick about me," she mutters, shaking her head. She tugs restlessly on the sleeve of her leather jacket, glancing at the others and frowning slightly. "Does anyone even have an idea of who owns the place?"
((Honor, that's great and I LOVE your weapon. That is awesome ^_^. Uh, if you would breifely relate how Juste was captured and have him end up at the North Pole in the room we are all in.))
Sam blinked as he heard someone speak in French. He turned and saw a boy peeking up at him. Where were all of these people coming from?
He turned to the boy. His mom was born in raised in Lousisiana so she had taught him French, he wasn't the best and still mixed somethings up but he could get his point acorss and most times understand what others were saying. "Bonjour, Juste. Mon nom est Sam. Nous ne sommes pas tres sur ou nous sommes."
My name is sam.
We aren't very sure where we are))
"Sam et Juste." Rai mutters under her breath. Turning her head, she faces a young boy. There's something about him that reminds her of someone from her past; her brother. She pushes the thought away and pushes herself off the wall. "Mon nom est Rai, parlez-vous anglais? Tant pis, je vais marcher autour. Vous pouvez rester ici si vous voulez, mais je ne vais pas." Rai turns to look at everyone in the room. Growing up with Isralie parents was hard, especially when you traveled the world so much. Her mother taught her French, it was the third language she learned after English and Hebrew. She gives a short chuckle, grabs her handgun, but before walking out, she gives them all one last look, nodding her head toward Juste. Then, she just walks out the room and into the warm hallway.
'My name is Rai, do you speak English?'
'Too bad,I'm going t walk around.'
'You can stay here if you want, but I will not.'
DON'T KNOW IF I GOT THE CORRECT TRANSLATION.]
Sam was bothered by Juste. At first he didn't know why but when he figured it out it hit him like a kick in the gut. Juste reminded of himself at nine. Of the age when he had found out he had cancer. Juste had the same smile that he had had, one that looks nice on the outside but was really hiding all of the sadness inside.
The thought made Sam's stomach twist. Because he knew how it felt when you had that smile. He still used that same smile when he was hiding the pain.
"Wait!" he called after them, "Where are you going? Don't you think that we should wait for someone?"
The two didn't reply, but kept walking away.
Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hand before running after them. It was probably better to stick as a group than to get seperated.
Sharina shakes her head, a smile dancing on her lips. "I'm gonna go follow. Venire si velint." Latin was her second language that she'd learned when she was 12, so she was quite fluent in it.
(The part in Latin is "Come if you want to.")
(And... Ignore that. XD)
Sharina sighs, shrugging slightly and trailing after the others. She was still uncertain of the others, though Sam seemed trustworthy for the most part.
Glancing behind her, Rai is faced with the others following her. The one following right behind her is none other than Juste. Something about him makes her want to take him under her wings and teach him. He reminds her so much of her little brother, Iysh, same age and everything.
"J'espère que vous comprenez l'anglais." He nods and she allows a small smile to grace her features before it immediately disappears. Continuing on, she brings the group to an opened space. She stops just beyond the wall into the opened space. In the background you could hear talking. Turning around to the group she puts a finger to her mouth.
"I hear people." She grabs her handgun and one thought enters her mind. .22 revolver. She quickly puts it away and decides to go for the tiny double edge blade she keeps in her right shoe.
Turning to the opening, she takes a deep breath before that first step, ready to take the first blow. It's funny how meeting these teens and Juste makes her a little edgy but also a little protective.
[Iysh = I shh]
Reshal frowns at Rai's comment, pushing her honey blonde hair out of her face, but remaining silent still. She slowly walks forward, staying just beyod Rai's reach in case the other girl were to notice her. Not that it matters if she does, she thinks to herself, shaking her head slightly.
"Wait," Sam steps forward and holds a hand up. "Don't you think if these people wanted to hurt us they'd have killed us while we were helpless? They told me they could give me answers and it will be hard for them to if they are dead."
Sam looked Rai dead in the eye. He hoped she wouldn't result to violence. That was the last thing Juste or anyone else needed. He had seen enough death in his life to know killling was such a waste.
"Let's go-" Sam was cut off as the door swung open and an old-grandmotherly-type opened the door.
"Good you are here," she smiled at them, not even hesitating in the slightest at the gun. "Come in, come in. There isn't much time."
Slipping the knife back in her shoe, Rai and the others followed the old-grandmotherly-type woman into a big, open livingroom type setting. Taking a deep breath, Rai glanced at Juste who was glancing around at the others anxious.
"Have a seat, we have a lot to talk about," the old lady says as she takes a seat in a big comfy armchair and gestures for the teens to have a seat.
Glancing at the couches; which were in prestine shape, Rai shook her head. Taking a deep breath, she answers, "No thank you, I think I'd prefer standing."
Juste glances at her, then the others. No one moved and Rai let out a muffled laugh.
"Please, children, take a seat," the old lady responds.
Rai looks at the others, still no one moved. Taking a deep breath, she walks over and takes a seat farthest from the old lady. Looking up at Juste, who looks a little scared, she pats the seat next to her.
" Venez, prenez un siège." She manages to summon up a genuine looking smile.
Tentively, Juste took a seat on the couch. Sam was next to him, Reshal was on the couch across from him, and the others followed suit.
"Thank you." The old lady leans back in the chair, a warm smile on her face.
'Come, take a seat.']
Sharina hesitates slightly before sitting as far from the others as she could, studying them now that she had a chance. After a moment she looks at the older lady, bowing her head slightly. "Salve, mulier," she says respectfully. She had always been taught to respect her elders, so she assumed it would be safe to do so in this case as well.
(Translation: "Hello, ma'am."
[My bad Glory, still kind of new to this .... won't happen again ... :) .....]
Sam sat down, "This may sound really stupid," in fact it probably was really stupid, "But....with all of the toys and when I was saved I swear I landed on a sleigh..that was hundreds of feet in the air..."
The woman smiled kindly, "Go on."
"Are," Sam blushed, "ARe you Mrs. Clause?"
The woman chuckled. "Nick told me you children were bright. And you, Sam Goodfellow, have never stopped believing. Am I right?"
Sam gave a hesitant nod.
"I amd greateful to you for that," she nods at him and pats his hand. "And yes I am Mrs. Clause."
Sam beamed. "I knew you were real! But... where is Santa?"
Mrs. Clause's mood darkened. "That is why you are here. There is evil abroad. An old evil has awoken. It is kidnapping children everywhere. Santa and the elves and I have been doing everything we can to fight the monster, but it is clever. ANd out of hundreds of children we have only managed to rescue you."