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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 663 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes LOTS OF IMPROVISATION! O: The Industry Awards had become a huge part of Sam's life, an event that he looked forward to each year and had gone with Delilah to as tradition. Even if the two were divorced, he promised to allow her to tag along. Of course, Sam wasn't a particularly difficult person, but it was Delilah. Being with her was hard for both of them, but she did a better job of pretending that it wasn't. His struggle was between loving her and being angry with her for all that happened in their divorce. He was constantly asked throughout the night if the two were going to remarry; after all, he had brought her to a huge event. "No," he told all of them, "We're just friends. This is one tradition that hasn't died." Maybe he didn't want it to die; he wasn't completely sure. Delilah was still a huge part of his life, just one that he had completely mixed emotions for. He was sure of almost everything... Everything but her. The night had spiraled downward before his eyes; Delilah was rather drunk. The two were sitting at a company party of the select ones they were invited to. Her legs were crossed, hanging freely out in the open as she flirted with a few men with whom she'd worked with on her last project. Sam was used to it now; he simply rolled his eyes and paid attention to the rest of the party. He got tired of witnessing her somewhat crude behavior and took a final sip of white wine before setting his napkin down on the white tablecloth and taking a stroll around the room. Music was playing, loudly at that, but he didn't notice. Sam was comfortable in almost any setting and always completely calm in situations other than his own career. A break from filming Closer was what he needed. The beginning of the project was rough and emotional, but it was going to be a hit, and he was confident in that belief. Sam found himself making his way up the stairs in the upscale restaurant. He had no idea where he was going, only that for the moment he wasn't ready to be around Delilah. She was unbearable and irresistible at the same time, a fact that was unavoidable in all ways but the physical one. He was going to leave her, leave her with those co-workers of hers and remembered that, after all, she was his ex-wife. He had no right to her anymore. He didn't want to feel anything for her because he knew that it was over, their relationship was over, and he had no power over it. He still thought of her, but that was marriage. He was unable to relieve that pain or take away those memories, but he was ready to move on the way he knew he should. Before he knew it, he was making his way up to the upper levels of the building, the less accessed part of the restaurant. A door was his exit, and he felt elated to have found a physical escape to the fresh air he so loved. He opened the exit to see the view from the roof of the building over the New York lights. He was alone on the roof, he thought, and he felt a pang in his stomach. Tabitha wasn't there with him, Keani had gone to the other corporate party, and he was feeling, for the first time in a long time, lonely. He took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the night air and the gorgeous view. Time passed without him keeping track, and suddenly the door behind him opened again. He was leaning against the stone ledge that separated him from the deadly streets below. He thought it was Delilah who was coming up to check on him. "Having fun?" he asked, his voice rather weary. He didn't realize that it wasn't Delilah at all. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   Siana was one of those type that didn’t love all these spotlights, carpets, photographers and noisy wild crowds. Not at all. She was enjoying doing her job, and not the chances it was giving to her – meeting celebrities, going to big parties full of famous and powerful people. She was so far away from all those things that she was starting wondering if exactly this industry was her vocation. She had done a lot of work during the last year, but she wasn’t glad. She knew she could hold more, and was ready to give everything just to prove it. Siana was ready to do it, like always, with passion. The only reason she was at that party was the promise that she had made since two months to Rachel Beff, young but really talented actress Siana met during the filming of Up With The Birds two years ago. At the same time they became so close to each other that they were spending together every lunch-break and were sharing all their free time after the shooting. It was like a lightning – you see it, and it’s gone before you can even figure it out. Their friendship growth like that. Siana skipped the official ceremony because of circumstances that didn’t depend on her, and she was kind of happy about it, to be honest. Rachel was a bit offended with her missing, but now everything seemed all right. It was a hard day for Siana. She just arrived from Europe. She had some still unfinished work in Germany about TILT, then she decided she could visit her parents in Bulgaria. She was away from New York for a week. This time seemed like just a day, because she had a lot of work to do, and at the same time it had the duration of a whole year. So many things happened for that time, but Siana didn’t care much about the gossip or the hottest news. She missed Radoslav so much that she would start weeping if there weren’t so many paparazzi. Zhekova was forced by Rachel and the importance of this event to take a direct plane from Sofia to Hollywood. Siana had a look around the restaurant, then took a glass of red wine without even planning to drink it. All these affected people with their affected courtesy, adulation and even more affected gestures were repelling Siana. She sipped from the elegant glass of red wine which was still in her hands, then turned to Beff. “I’ll be back later”, Siana whispered in her friend’s ear, then started to squeeze slowly through all the guests. She completely understood that she was leaving Rachel alone (well, not exactly), but it didn’t seem that the actress really cared. Siana felt that her head was ready to explode. She hadn’t had a normal sleep for more than a week, and hadn’t had a real food since yesterday afternoon. Or breakfast? Sia went upstairs without seeing anything else, but the floor. She felt so faint that she had to take a break in every fifty seconds. An air. That’s right! Siana rapidly opened the door that lead to the roof, and quickly took a deep breath of the fresh night air. Her eyes were still half-closed and a warm smile was still upon her face, when a man voice startled her. “Having fun?”, sounded a bit bored. Onset, Siana wasn’t sure if the stranger was talking to her, but then she realized that’s they were the only ones on the roof. “Not exactly”, she answered when she finally saw his figure. He was still leaning against the rail, when the woman approached. She put up her glass and smiled shyly proposing a toast. “To our private roof-party!” Words: 672 (i think so.) Outfit: CLICK. Note: uh, I think it’s ok like.. for a first thread. xD   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 453 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes LOTS OF IMPROVISATION! O: He turned around immediately when he realized that the person on the roof with him was not Delilah. It was a woman who was possibly just as beautiful as Delilah, but she was stunning in a much classier manner. He automatically smiled at her, appreciating her figure and friendly gesture. "A toast," he said with a nearly empty glass of white wine that clanged against her glass of red wine. The whole scene reminded him of the first time he met Delilah, back when they were younger and out on a balcony at a party thrown with his soccer teammates. Times were different, he thought, and he felt a strange rush of relief when he thought of the way this stranger was different, that she was a brand new person to speak to on a rather lonely night. Awards and parties were fun, but it wasn't Sam's scene, at least not tonight. "I'm Samson," he said to the woman, extending his hand for a shake. He was a formal man, a quality that many people in Hollywood lacked. He enjoyed formality during first impressions. "Beautiful view, beautiful view," he said quietly as he sipped his wine frugally. He did not drink often and did not particularly enjoy alcohol, but it was a special occasion. Why not? He leaned on the stone once more, breathing in the night air. Maybe a person from a small town would say that it was smog and muck, but he felt fresh air rushing in. He was an outdoorsman, but the air on the roof of that building felt so much better than the stuffy feeling he had when he was inside the building and with Delilah. He also had company, a fresh face to speak to. He turned and looked at her once again, admiring her. Red suited her, he thought, and Sam's thoughts were innocent as ever as they almost always were. He was a spiritual person, one who could admire a woman's beauty without leaping to the typical thought of sex and ravish. She had radiant skin, and her smile was absolutely brilliant. He couldn't help but smile at her for being there. He always saw new friends as an open door. That's how he felt when he met María, and their random friendship became a great one. Sam had the ability to fall in love with the good qualities in anyone with virtues. He even found something to love in Olivia Grace, a notorious and rather promiscuous actress in Closer. She was known as a temptress, but Sam hadn't slept with her. He just found good qualities in her as he did many others. "What brings you out here?" he asked his new friend. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   Siana had a sigh of relief when the stranger accepted her toast. To be honest, for a moment (even though it was really short one) she felt that this guy did not expected exactly her, or to be more clear – he seemed like he expected someone else. Siana didn’t want to be the reason of somebody’s failed secret date, because that was what people ware doing at the roofs, right? Go to the roof or the attic to hide from the big party inside of the building! Yeah, she also did it – one or two times, but it does count, doesn’t it? Because of the fact that the man didn’t turn back Siana, it was quite normal to introduce himself. But she was surprised not only by his unexpected introduction, but also by his gesture. His hand covered her palm, and shook it carefully as if Siana was made of glass, and he was afraid of breaking it. “I’m Siana.”, she answered looking right into his eyes while her attention was drawn to their hand still holding each other. “It’s nice to meet you, Samson.” , she was talking slowly, quietly and coherently. And it was not a lie. His action showed his good upbringing – a quality so rare nowadays. "Beautiful view, beautiful view," he said quietly as he sipped his wine frugally. “Yes… It’s magnificent”, she said. And it really was. These big city lights were just amazing. Despite of the fact that Hollywood was a city of lechery, drugs and alcohol parties, it was a beautiful place. Big boulevards, tall buildings and enormous parks were seen from this roof. The night sky completed the landscape with its shining stars. A total harmony between the nature and the human creations; a harmony so amazing that it took Siana’s breath away. Her skin pricked, and a moment of complete silence came on; it was a pure admiration to the grandeur and the beautify of the nature. "What brings you out here?", Sam asked her giving her a warm smile, just like hers. Sia really appreciated the way her new friend tried to keep up the conversation, because she had plenty of very awkward ones, and it was awful. “Those Very Important Personas inside brought me here”, she nodded to the door behind their backs, and then smiled faintly. “And by ‘here’ I mean both Hollywood and this roof.” VIPs like Rachel forced Siana to fly from Sofia to this city, and then to that party. In the name of their good friendship Si accepted, even though she did it with a big unwillingness. “And... what about you?” She almost forgot about the glass she was still holding in her hand. She shook it slowly, looking how the bright stars reflected in the red liquid. She looked at Sam without managing to hide the little betraying smile that appearеd upon her face. "How the ceremony was? I missed it." She seemed a bit disappointed, though she was actually not. Or at least to this moment. There wasn’t a chance for Siana not to notice the hot heat that went through her body when Samson started talking. Words: 530 Outfit: CLICK. Note: -   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 671 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes <3 Siana, he thought, was a beautiful name. "Where are you from?" he asked her. He was a French native, one whose French accent always gave him away automatically. Some people made jokes of it, but he didn't mind at all. He was proud of his heritage and was able to laugh at deprecating jokes about the French; history was history, after all, and he never believed in war. Americans had a way of making jokes of politics in a way he had never encountered before he moved to LA. As much as he missed France, he loved America and his career to much to go back. After losing the possibility of pursuing a career in professional soccer, he knew his calling was in directing and Hollywood. Most people didn't expect it of Sam, the fame or the riches. Most people didn't even expect soccer of Sam, at least not professionally. He was the kind of person who preferred a cup of tea and a spiritual novel over events like The Industry Awards. “Those Very Important Personas inside brought me here... and by ‘here’ I mean both Hollywood and this roof.” He turned his head and looked at her inquiringly. "What, you didn't want to stay in there?" he nodded toward the closed door that led to the musky air inside of the filled company party. Sam wasn't a big party person, but he enjoyed them every once in a while. He would never say it out loud, but Delilah definitely ruined parties for him. People always asked him why he still spent time with his ex-wife, and the answer was something he avoided until he got home and sat down to think about it. He would always love Delilah, of course, and maybe that was why he so often tolerated her crude behavior. She was the darker and more sinister one of the two. She was the wild child, not the controlled and refined person he was. That was what drew them apart; their mutual philanthropic endeavors and careers brought them right back together. "I'm sick of the crowds..." he mumbled absently. "How the ceremony was? I missed it." Sam looked a bit surprised, realizing that he had no idea where Siana was in the business. "You missed it?" he asked, trying not to sound brutally incredulous. Most people would kill to go to the Awards. It was funny; those who would love to go didn't have the chance, but those who had to go dreaded it in some respects. "It was fine... Typical after years of it, you know?" he suggested, running a finger over his lips in pondering. "What do you do for a living?" he asked her casually and curiously. He believed her name was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't be totally sure. Many people knew Samson's name from Tron, but it was otherwise a low-key identity compared to Olivia Grace or Holland Cartwright. He was no actor or superstar, only a passionate director and ex-soccer player. He was known for philanthropy over all of what he did. He looked out at the city lights again after taking an eyeful of Siana. He wondered what Tabitha would say if she knew that he was on a roof at midnight with a complete stranger who was looking absolutely magnificent in a red dress. She was interesting, and as an avid poet Sam noticed a spiritual and unique aura about her, something calm and unconventional. Sam believed in a Cosmic Force, one that was much like the Fates. He believed every person in his life was there for a very good reason, that each encounter was a milestone. He turned and looked at Siana with an unfaltering, shameless gaze. She didn't seem to look tired; it was late, and her skin looked vibrant with the city lights reflected off of it. She was holding a glass of red wine that matched her dress. She was beautiful, he thought, and he looked back at the city lights and the stars above. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   When Sam broached the topic about her birthplace, she noticed for the first time since they met his accent. Siana knew that accent very well, and she was sure it was French. Her mother was from France, and that fact automatically included this language to her CV as fluently spoken. To be honest, when Siana was still a child she was quite confused, when her parents were talking to her both in Bulgarian and French (and sometimes English). So she was a cosmopolitan since her birth, twenty-six years ago in Sofia. “I’m from Bulgaria…”, she finally answered. She was sure that Sam at least have heard of this small country; every European did, while here in America many people were still wondering if Holland was a country or just the famous actress’ name. “… but I live in New York.”, she added. During her whole life Siana was traveling through different cities in many different countries, and there was a time when she wanted to settle down wherever. But at this time she was glad to be a citizen of the world, while she was doing her job. The only problem that left to be solved was how much she was missing Radoslav during her journeys; he was just a youngster, and Siana couldn’t take him with her. Siana was forced to hire a babysitter, instead of taking the boy with her. When the woman shared the reason that brought her here, Samson looked at her with some kind of surprise. And, in fact, his question was actually her answer to it. “Well, I just needed some fresh air”, she sighed. Siana was usually going with a great mood on every party she has been invited. No, she was not a party animal, though many people really enjoyed her company. At first, Siana was feeling really tired – the flight was almost an hour overdue, so she had to go right to her hotel room, and to goose up as quick as it was possible. Here at the roof she felt way better – she wasn’t sure if it was because of the fresh night air or because of Samson. And that was what confused her for a moment. Although Siana missed the Awards, one or two calls were enough for her to find out who the winners were, though the airplane was still somewhere high above the Atlantic ocean. It have always been like that – the news in this industry were becoming widespread amazingly fast. Siana couldn’t take her eyes of his lips. He seemed so deeply thoughtful that she didn’t even want to breathe just to prevent his distraction. She blushed just for a moment when she startled from his voice: “What do you do for a living?”. Sia had a desperate need to collect her own thoughts, so she took a sip of the red wine. Suddenly she shoved her glass and purse into his hands. “Would you just…?” Samson took them quickly curious about what was going on with Siana. In fact, she was sick of her shoes. Yes, they were beautiful; yes, they were new and cheap, and from the last Jimmy Choo’s collection. But, no, they were not comfy at all. She felt that if she had to stay for more than just a second with them, she’d go crazy. Siana quickly unbuckled them and smiled gladly when her feet touched the cold floor. “Thank you. I feel way better now”, she laughed taking the wine and the purse from Samson. “Uhm, I’m one of those people who work with the on-screen appearance of the actors”, she started to explain him like he was a little child. That made her laugh a bit more. “It’s my job to take care of the actors’ make-up and hair-do. Well, commonly of their make-up, but… it depends on the situation.” And it really did – during her job experience she had been in many bizarre, terrifying and complex situations. Risk of the job, as many people said. “It’s nothing much, but I love doing it.”, she was so honest. Although she was trying to refuse it, the fact she was that honest with a complete stranger confused her. Now it was her turn to ask him questions, though she knew well who he was. "What about you, Samson? What do you do in the industry?" “Did you know that your name means “man of the sun” from the Hebrew language?”, she started. With eyes filled with unquenchable interest she looked at Samson. “And Siana sounds exactly like the word for ‘radiant’ in Bulgarian.” She was still looking at him waiting for his reaction. She finally realized how beautiful his eyes were, though she couldn’t say if they were exactly blue or green because of the darkness. Despite of the dark night and his black clothes, Siana still had the chance to see his muscular and firmly body. She felt that though she was on the roof, at this exact moment she lacked of air. Siana just got lost into him. And that was what terrified her the most. Words: 823 Outfit: CLICK. Note: <3   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 734 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes <3 “I’m from Bulgaria…” Sam smiled at her, suddenly feeling a close bond with her with the mention of her origin. She, like Sam, wasn't an American native. He chuckled out of satisfaction to hear that she had something in common with him, something that he didn't encounter on a regular basis. She lived in New York, she added, and Sam felt a bittersweet pang with the realization that he wouldn't be seeing this woman often, and he knew that he wouldn't meet many like her in the future. "I'm from France... I live in LA now though." Sam's days in France were behind him, but he tried to keep his culture intact. He had many of his mother's recipes and practiced them frequently to keep French food in his diet. He was a practiced cook; he was also a hunter and a hiker. He hadn't had time to do much of the outdoorsy stuff with work, but he promised himself a few days in Canada to see the mountains. In the middle of their conversation, she shoved her belongings into his arms, and he was glad that he was able to keep his own nearly-empty glass of wine in his hands with the abrupt shift of weight in his arms. "Okay," he chuckled a bit, composing himself to keep the items from falling onto the grount. She took off her shoes, and she looked innocent and nearly childlike when her bare feet touched the ground. It was a height difference, and of course, high heels gave women a sophisticated look. She looked much more down-to-earth without the heels. Samson always thought they were overrated anyway, obstructions to the natural method of walking. He was appreciative of natural beauty and supported evolutionary gifts, not extravagance, make-up, and inconvenient shoes. He enjoyed fashion as much as the next man in Hollywood, but he certainly wasn't infatuated with it to the point where he would sacrifice his comfort. He was always comfortable; it was his first priority. He even owned a pair of Vibrams for running. Delilah used to tease him, but he never minded. He enjoyed comfort. He enjoyed simplicity. “Uhm, I’m one of those people who work with the on-screen appearance of the actors.” She laughed charmingly, and Sam grinned back at her. “It’s my job to take care of the actors’ make-up and hair-do. Well, commonly of their make-up, but… it depends on the situation. It’s nothing much, but I love doing it.” He nodded. "It sounds difficult. I certainly couldn't do your job," he chuckled. "Most men can't, but I mean, detail... Detail is difficult for me, artistically speaking." He never understood how to do nail art, make-up, or hair. It was all about detail. He simply knew what he liked when he saw it. "I'm a director," he replied when she returned the question politely. "That's why I came here. I used to be a player for the French soccer team... I'm a fallen star, at least the way my parents make me out to be... I'm actually happy. I chose this life, and I love it." He pursed his lips, realized that he was talking too much. The truth was that he got an injury that ended his soccer career for a duration, and he decided that it was a fateful event that was pushing him toward his other passion: directing. “Did you know that your name means “man of the sun” from the Hebrew language?” He was shocked at her words and understanding of what it meant. "I did," he laughed, "but no one else knows that at all, really." He was pleasantly surprised about her cultural knowledge.“And Siana sounds exactly like the word for ‘radiant’ in Bulgarian.” He laughed again, a comforting laugh that came out because he just knew Siana was good news. It was cosmic and fateful. He touched her arm lightly with his free hand. "Siana, I'm very glad to be meeting you tonight... And, just to let you know, that name... I think it matches you quite accurately." He wasn't meaning to be direct, but it was how he felt, and he was saying it as it came to him. He licked his lips and tasted the sweet ghost of white wine as he looked down at the floor, at her bare feet. "You're not cold?" he asked her. February chills usually got people shivering. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   Oh, everything slowly came to its place! Siana was wondering why Samson’s face seemed so familiar to her, but she wasn’t thinking of even asking him about that. But after he explained her that he was a former soccer player, and his current job was directing, she slowly remembered what exactly she has heard of him. He was Sam Fletcher - the philanthropic guy; the one that looked like a person who’s wondering all the time how to help the others. In the entertainment industry there was nothing – good or bad – that could be hidden from paparazzo’s cameras, or curious but not that harmless interviewers. And when your work is that closely connected to the protagonists of the hottest news, it is quite normally to be informed about every little step of the greatest and the not-so-great celebrities. Siana’s smile did not fade even for a moment, while he was explaining how difficult her job as a make-up artist seemed to him. When Sam said that he was satisfied and happy for his own life, Siana felt how her lips slowly and quite instinctively stretched into a warm smile. It was not bizarre at all for a person like her to feel honestly gratified with someone else’s successes in whatever; she felt exactly the same feeling now. “I’m happy for you. Really. I mean, it is awesome when you know why and what you're doing, and you're doing it with love and passion,” she had to say it no matter how it sounded to him. She just had to let it out. Actually Siana was very glad that she had surprised him with knowing the significance of his name. She read it in a book many years ago, but for some unknown reason it stuck into her head. Yeah, the force of that unknown reason might be called fate, destiny, or even God; it did not matter. But it was too bizarre that she met him – a person with exactly the same name as the one that was rambling on inside of her mind for so long. Siana laughed after Samson; she just couldn’t help it. Her laughter stopped short when the man touched lightly her arm with his big warm hand. A soft touch; a complete tenderness was felt in the way his skin came into a contact with her. Sia’s heart skipped a whole beat. “Thank you, Sam”, she afforded to call him with his short name without asking him first, but she did not even noticed. “I’m not sure what you mean by radiant, but I appreciate it, really,” she nodded, and then chuckled sweetly. ‘I’m sure you are the sun’, she thought, but she didn’t say any of these words to him. Then something suddenly reminded her of what Sam said earlier. He said he was living in Los Angeles, California; however, Siana was living in New York City which was literally at the opposite corner of the United States. This meant one thing – she wouldn’t have the chance to see him often, and the fact that Siana looked at this fact as a problem was the real problem to her. Her skin pricked up again, and it seemed like he noticed it this time, or it was just an accident that he asked: “You're not cold?” She was actually freezing out there on the roof. She couldn’t stand her pair of shoes, but she overrated her own ability, as she usually did, to stay at a February night on a roof with a simple red dress and barefoot. She looked right into Samson’s bright, magnificent eyes. “I am. To be honest, I am freezing. Maybe we should go inside,” the grimace upon her face said it all – she did not want to go inside. No, in fact, she didn’t mind going inside where the party was; she wanted to stay here with him. She didn’t know if they’d ever meet again, and that was what was torturing her. “Or not, whatever.” Words: 667 Outfit: CLICK. Note: <3   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   "I'm with you there," Sam sad, and it took Siana’s breath away. Again. He said it in another context, but heard out of it – oh, god! – it sounded so lovely that it had the power of melting hearts and souls, and legs, and so on. While Siana was flying up in the clouds, he took of his black jacket. “Oh, no!”, she tried to deny it, but Samson insisted on taking his jacket. Finally, she put it on with resignation and with a little help from him. She moved slowly her shoulders feeling the inside of his jacket still warm from his body. The feeling was really comfortable giving her a strange kid of coziness, thought the jacket seemed like it was five sizes bigger than the size she was usually wearing. She had to repress the deep sight that was ready to come out through her mouth. She smiled at him, “Thank you”. It was not his first gesture of courtesy for the night, so he deserved another green point. To feel warmer Siana had to put on her shoes again. She did it slowly and without a big anxiety for doing it, thought after the break her legs had, it was not that bad as she expected. She suddenly thought of Sam’s inner reaction when she put off her shoes; he didn’t say anything, but there was no chance of him not even noticing it. Probably Siana was no more the gracious lady she was in his eyes during the first 2 minutes after their meeting. Wondering what he would have thought of her if he met her only four years earlier, the woman took a sip from her red wine, and then put the beautiful and brittle glass on the stone Samson was leaning on a few minutes ago. When he suggested to her a walk on the sidewalk below, she finally had the chance to have a sigh of relief. Siana was more than thankful to Sam that he didn’t offered to her to take back to that wearing party, and nodded with unhidden alleviation. While they were going down the stairs to the street, Sia had the feeling that she was a princess. It has to be mentioned the fact that she was not one of those daddy’s girls and she never dreamt of being a princess dressed in pink like normal girls did. Nobody ever behaved towards her that way, but it felt so good that she wanted to have the powers to stop the time. Then this night would last for years and years end years. "City walks are rather refreshing, don't you think?", he asked. Siana took a deep breath, and then smiled while feeling how her lungs were filling with the cold night air. This helped her to forget the whole pressure she was under for more than a week, and to stop thinking about that she had another flight only a few hours later. “Yes”, she answered quietly. She had to be happy that this last flight would take her back home, in New York City where there was a beautiful child waiting for her. And she actually was happy about that. The problem was that she didn’t want to say goodbye to the guy that was walking beside her in silence. This man called Samson Feltcher had an inconceivable effect on Siana. She didn’t want to go back to the routine, to the daily round, where there wasn’t anybody like Fletcher. She was a beautiful woman, and, of course, she had her candidates, but she had been through too many difficulties with Charlie, and another relationship like the one she had with the father of her son would kill her. Almost three years after Siana broke up with the Briton, exactly Samson Fletcher was the one that made her feel this way again, though she was still scared of the future they might have. “Samson?”, she started, braking the silence between them. Siana looked at him, and staring at his eyes she lost her breath for a second. Or two? Or it was an eternity? Under the soft yellowish light of the street lamp he seemed more handsome, if it was even possible. “I live with… somebody for more than three years.”, she began, clearly realizing how her words were sounding to Sam. “He is the love of my life… He’s funny, clever, and the biggest gentlemen I’ve ever met”, she looked up to the man beside her just to the confusing that appeared upon his face. Siana quickly added hardly repressing her own laughter. “He’s my three years old son. I had to tell you that before you even think of taking a walk with me”, she was honest, and, though she was sad, she sounded quite okay with the fact that most of the men she dated after Charlie run away from her only when she mentioned the word ‘child’. Words: 823 Outfit: CLICK. Note: <3 / thanks, i finally found a time to choose a thread template : D. ^^   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 1,072 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes GOT CARRIED AWAY. The walk inside was strange for Samson, but he knew that Siana wasn't noticing that fact. He was getting strange looks from a few people who knew him, mostly because he was escorting a person who was nearly a complete stranger through the party that neither of them intended to attend anymore. They were going to take a walk like two people who weren't even in the industry, and they were going to do so in their fancy clothes, without the wine glasses, and they were going to talk to each other like two average people who met by chance. Samson was tired of people acting self-important and self-righteous; Siana obviously wasn't either of the two; she was real and passionate and beautiful and lovely, and Samson realized with contentedness and fear at the same time that he didn't want her to leave his side at all. He set the wine cups down at the bar as they strode past it, and he passed by his table as they went. Delilah caught his eye, and she gave him a look at disapproval. Sam grinned at her, subconsciously tightening his grip on her arm to show that he wasn't going to let Delilah's opinion on the matter get to him. In fact it was a poor excuse for Delilah to get angry; he had just met a nice woman on the roof of a company building during The Industry. It wasn't like he was about to take her to a hotel; he had just met the woman, for Pete's sake, and a man had the right to do as he pleased without his ex-wife getting onto him about it. He didn't even think of her opinion, but he knew that he was entitled to do as he pleased. All he wanted was to get a breath of fresh air with an interesting woman in red. He held the door open for her as she exited the building, and he felt liberated from a socially pressuring room full of "important" people. He was simply tired of them, tired of keeping up with their standards. “Samson?” Siana started, and Samson didn't notice that their silence was broken. It was simply a flow of events with nothing abrupt to stop it. “I live with… somebody for more than three years.” He had no idea what to think. He stayed rather calm, looking at her inquiringly without removing his eyes from hers. He was beginning to wonder what she meant exactly. “He is the love of my life… He’s funny, clever, and the biggest gentlemen I’ve ever met." Sam didn't hide his frown; he automatically gave her a look of disappointment. She had been flirting with him during their encounter, after all, and while he didn't expect them to become some sort of couple, he didn't think that behavior was even mildly appropriate for an engaged woman or one who was in a committed relationship. He let go of her arm, stopping their walk, and bit his lip as to draw words from his mouth to ask her what in the world she was trtying to tell him. It was going to break him if she were taken just like Delilah when she met Samson on a balcony at a party. It was going to remind him too much of her. He didn't want Siana to be anything like Delilah, a hope that was unrealistic and foolish. He was standing, motionless, in front of Siana as he said, "I'm not completely sure what you mean." Siana was repressing laughter discreetly, but Samson noticed, and his frown deepened. Was it a joke? “He’s my three years old son. I had to tell you that before you even think of taking a walk with me.” People were bumping past the two; they were standing at a point on the sidewalk where people were entering and exiting the building. Samson lightly pulled her to the side as he repressed his own laughter. "I think that's splendid, Siana, splendid," he said as he took her hand. "It's a walk, really. I wouldn't mind walking with a single mother. Wouldn't that be... silly?" he chuckled for a bit, holding her hand in his as he enjoyed the rush of relief he felt. In fact Samson loved kids, loved them so much that the thought of his own made him want to cry. He didn't know if he would ever have any of his own, and the thought of Delilah came into his mind again. They were always trying for kids, and his doctors told him that they saw a few signs of infertility as he grew older. It was a fear now, a fear that was evident in the way he was laughing. He was jealous, envious, really. He wanted a child, and Siana was afraid he wasn't going to take a walk with her because of the fact that she had one? He stopped laughing slowly, thinking about children. He let go of Siana's hand and started their city walk, running his finger across his bottom lip as he thought of how he was going to express his thoughts. "I always wanted kids. I must admit, you're... so lucky." His French accent rang in his ears as he spoke; too much wine, he thought, and told himself that he was never, ever going to drink that much ever again, even if Delilah made him mad. "I've tried for a while. I don't care if my child is a boy or a girl; I just want one." Tabitha was the closest he got to having a baby girl, and she was a twenty-two-year-old alcoholic who was going to Las Vegas very soon with her friends. He didn't have a child to call his own, not one who had his eyes or blood or flesh. He was so jealous, inconceivably jealous, of people who got to have children without troubles. It was one of the reasons why he did have a divorce. Delilah was fertile, but Samson? No, no, he was the problem. It was one of the various issues the two had in their marriage, and it haunted him every day. The walk with Siana continued, and they passed by very few people on the way. Samson was beginning to feel a little chilly, but it comforted him to know that Siana had his jacket. She wore it better than he did. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   Samson got closer to her, and lightly pulled her out of the people’s way. "I think that's splendid, Siana, splendid," he said as he took her hand. She smiled at his relief – the way his body and his muscles relaxed was really obviously. And it was cute; so cute that Siana didn’t help smiling at him. "It's a walk, really. I wouldn't mind walking with a single mother. Wouldn't that be... silly?". She was surprised from the fact that she actually find breath enough to laugh at his words, and nodded quietly. Samson was so close to her that he was almost whispering, and she was hearing everything clearly. Only a second later she found herself looking at his lips, and biting her bottom one. Sia lightly shook her head trying to ignore the uninvited thoughts that appeared inside of her head; they were inappropriate for the moment and, honestly, really odd to be thought about a guy she met earlier that night. When Sam let go her hand, she felt better. Well, not exactly better, but maybe more confident. While he wasn’t that close to her, she was feeling a self-control that she lost just a second ago while he was holding her hand. ‘Splendid’. The word and the way her pronounced it appeared in her mind; she sighted quietly inside, trying hard to take a control over her own heartbeat. The whole situation was so bizarre to Siana that she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. It was not fitting in the description of the word ‘normal’ to want this man in her life, right? And to want him now. Come on, she hardly even knew him! Siana was not one of those kinds of women who jumped to every single man with excellent figure and some connections in Hollywood. She was NOT one of them, and that was clear as a bright day. Then… what were those impulses and wants that were stronger than her common sense? The wine, right. Everything was happening because of the red wine she had on an empty stomach. Sure, it was because of that. "I always wanted kids. I must admit, you're... so lucky." His words pronounced in his alluring French accent got Siana back into the real world; the world where she was having a walk with the guy she was waiting for so long. Wait a minute – “the guy she waiting for so long”? Oh, come on, this bloody red wine. Never again, Siana, NEVER again! Alright, now just try to concentrate on his words! Samson was talking about really intimate things; it was awful that Siana was thinking about the insidious red wine. "I've tried for a while. I don't care if my child is a boy or a girl; I just want one." Well, that was so sweet and heart-rending to be heard from man’s mouth. And it was interesting. Suddenly Siana felt a bit disappointed by his words, but she quickly tried to recover her mind to this way – Samson was a really attractive, funny, intelligent and cautious man; he was handsome and it was quite normal for him to have a social life, especially love one. Siana should not expect that he was born, and from the day of his birth he was waiting for her, keeping himself awat from other women. Thoughts like these were completely ridiculous, and Siana knew that very well. “Why? What happened?”, she asked curiously without even wondering whether it was appropriate to ask him something like that or not. Suddenly the woman Sam greated earlier hwne they were still on the party trying to get out of it, appeared on Siana’s mind. She just glimpsed at him, but she was wondering what tjeir relationship was. She might be just an actress Sam had been working with before, or his relative. Yes, but Siana was a woman, a real one. And you know about the women’s jealousy, right? She was fighting with her woman nature, but she finally gave up. “The woman inside… Who was she?” Curiosity killed the cat. If she only knew the answer, she would not ask at all. As they were walking down the street it was getting colder. Despite of the late hour, there were still too many people around. It could not be avoided that The Awards were one of the biggest events of the year, or may be the biggest one? The city and his habitants were preparing during the whole year, and their excitement was too big. Siana saw that she and Sam were walking right to way of her hotel, and though to give him back his coat later. Words: 780 Outfit: CLICK. Note: i'm so sorry for the late replay. but i don't want to leave this unfinished - it's their first meeting after all! *blushes*   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 810 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes No problem! C: I love them. Sam noticed vaguely that she was biting her lip, and he knew that women tended to do that when they wanted a kiss. He wasn't necessarily thinking that Siana wanted him to kiss her, but he was wondering if she did because he felt like he should. It was an odd thought, especially because Sam was inexplicably patient with this kind of thing. The only setting at which he was bossy was at his job. He was a director, of course, and his job was to tell people what to do -- the right way. He was never that way in real life, though. He never pressured Delilah into falling in love with him while she was with someone else. She left another man for Samson. Samson never told her to, but their bond was so strong that neither of them could really ignore it. It didn't take much; the moment Sam met Delilah, he knew that there was something there. What he felt for Siana was... different. It was similar; they met on a rooftop while he met Delilah on a balcony, yes, but this felt different. Clean. Pure. Siana listened quietly as he explained his situation with children. He rarely spoke of it to anyone. Tabitha was the one person who knew the most about him, and even then, she wouldn't understand the idea of children until she was deciding on whether or not to have one. No one could understand parenthood more than an actual parent like Siana. “Why? What happened?” Siana asked about him. He frowned at her, not meaning to make her feel like she'd done anything wrong. It was just a touchy subject, one that revolved around Delilah and his failure to conceive a child that he wanted to raise. Sam knew when he met Delilah that he was going to be a father no matter what obstacles stood in his way, and that dream was slim at this point. In fact, Sam had no idea if he was ever going to call himself a father. It seemed like a far-fetched idea. He was divorced and practically infertile. He had no idea if the opportunity would arise. Sam shook his head to himself with a bitter smirk on his face -- a look that only a handful of people had ever seen on his face. "I couldn't. I tried... to have kids, you know," he said with agitation in his voice. Anger made his French accent come out. He was rarely angry, something he had learned to control a long time ago. Sam was trying to avoid the whole situation with Delilah, but then Siana asked, “The woman inside… Who was she?” Sam cringed at the name. Delilah. She was a mess in his life. The two still kept in touch and spent time together, but he was trying to move on. A part of Sam knew that he was always going to love her in one way or another, but people like Siana gave him hope that he wasn't going to be single for the rest of his life. "That's Delilah," he said with a sigh. "She's my ex-wife." He didn't know how Siana would react. He remembered when he started dating again, very briefly, and everyone who heard that would run the other way. Delilah was a rather popular Hollywood star. They worked together on the set of Tron, Sam's first big hit as a director. She was the sexy girl in spandex. They had been together for years before that. She knew him before he was a director, before his soccer career bit the dust. He had no idea what Siana was going to ask next. He didn't want to say too much, but he had nothing to hide from her. There was a time when Sam didn't believe that he was ever going to move on from Delilah. He was hurting every day for a long time, but no one ever knew about it. Sam wasn't a drinker, so he didn't turn to alcohol. He also didn't care for addictions. He just threw himself into work, yoga, reading, and spirituality. He enjoyed his faith, enjoyed himself, and tried to get the anxiety out of his system. He had no trouble with it, really, when he chose to move on. None of them were distractions; he simply channeled his pain into other outlets until he knew he was going to be alright. Granted, seeing Delilah got him wondering again, but a strange part of him changed the moment he realized what Siana was going to mean to him. That was crazy to think, but Siana was inspirational. She was unique. Sam noticed her eyes wandering and he realized that he had no idea where they were going. "Is there anywhere you want to be?" he asked politely, allowing her to choose. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] so why don't we wait and see where we're going? Words: 550 o.O Outfit: CLICK. Note:*blushes* Tag: LAM AS SAMSON FLETCHER   His ex-wife. This woman called Delilah (what e beautiful name though!) was Samson’s ex-wife. It was exactly like a shot straight between the eyes. Siana sighed quietly in try to calm down – she was well-know with her non-ability to control her own emotions. It was something she was still trying hard to change – she wanted to reach that calmness that Samson had. It was really magnetic and it was one of the greatest aims in Siana’s life. So, well, Samson could not have children, though he could be the dream father. It was so sad and unfair that Sia felt an unexpected impulse of screaming at the world like if it was world’s fault that this awesome man beside her did not already give his DNA and blood, and flesh to his own inheritor. Infertility was a big problem in many relationships – there was a big chance exactly this to be the main reason of Samson and Delilah’s divorce. Or not. Siana did not have the braveness to ask him anything like this again – at least not this night. She realized that she was starting to fall in love with his French accent, but if the praise to hear it again and again was to make him mad, she would leave it out. "Is there anywhere you want to be?", Samson asked her when he saw her eyes wandering. Siana looked at him without saying anything still. She was wondering what would be the best answer to his question – she really wanted to be at home in New York City with her three years old son, but now, right at this moment, she wanted to be where she exactly was – not especially in Hollywood, but with Sam. Of course, she couldn’t share his thoughts with him – they were too messy even for her. She wanted to spend all night in his company, and there was nothing in common with sex or any other kind of wallowing between the sheets in her hotel room. She was definitely not one of this kind ‘easy women’, but exactly the opposite. A simple ambling around with Samson beside her shoulder was enough. She opened her mouth to answer to him, but she said something way different from what she planned to, “Oh, Sam, look at this man!”. She was pointing at a middle-aged dark haired man standing on the pavement. He was a cotton candy seller. “I haven’t eaten candy floss for decades!”, she laughed from the bottom of her heart. She grabbed quickly Samson’s hand and lend him to the man. Just a few minutes later she was smiling widely to her pink cotton candy on a stick. Siana took a bite. The flosses stuck on her face, so she tried to get them away from her mouth still smiling like a child. She looked craftily at Samson, “Do you want some?”. Without waiting for his answer Siana pushed the cotton right under his nose. She could not see it, but she was sure Samson was laughing at her childish action – it broke the awkward topic they were discussing earlier. But Siana still had the feeling that she owed him another part of her own story – the not so funny one connected with the father of her son and her past self.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] SO WHY DON'T WE WAIT AND SEE words 461 outfit CLICK tagged BU AS SIANA ZHEKOVA notes THEY'RE GREAT. I love this thread. Sam was surprised with the turn of the conversation when Siana spotted the cotton candy vendor. He was surprised when she took his hand. She was so child-like when she obtained the sweet treat. He made sure to pay the vendor as any gentleman should. It was nothing to him; money was nothing to Sam. He was frugal and conservative, but he was also very generous. People knew Sam for his philanthropy more than they knew him for being a successful director or an ex-soccer star. Spending money on people was something he enjoyed as long as he knew that he was being reasonable about it. He didn't regret doing anything for Siana. He enjoyed her company so much that he made sure he wasn't thinking about the end of the night. He was glad to be away from the party. He was glad to be with someone who could think for herself. “Do you want some?” Siana asked Samson. He laughed when she pushed it under his nose. He took a piece and put it in his mouth, feeling the sugar melt on his tongue. "Thank you," he said politely with another chuckle. Siana knew how to have fun. He was having fun, more fun than he'd had in... years, probably. He would be flying back to Vancouver very soon. Work was fun; Sam was his work. At the same time it was hard to work so diligently on directing. The Hollywood industry certainly wasn't easy, and Sam had never experienced an easy project. He was thankful when he had a break. He tried to make sure he had a few hiatuses between his work, but it didn't always work out that way. He missed hunting and camping and hiking and reading books all of the time. He didn't have time for most of that anymore. Sam didn't really have time for women, either. He had dated a few here and there, but none of the women were really appealing. They were petty or too friendly or didn't share a connection with him. Sam was the kind of guy who could fall in love with anyone, but he was too picky about truly committing to someone in fear that the woman would just leave him or mess him up the way Delilah. The biggest part of his struggle was falling in love with anyone but Delilah. He knew he had the capacity to, but it was the first step that seemed to have him paralyzed. Someone like Siana, though? He could see himself loving someone with her, as crazy as it sounded, especially during their first encounter. He found himself staring again. She looked rather serious, and he frowned. "What's wrong, Siana?" he asked her seriously, touching her arm softly. WHERE WE'RE GOING?

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