in the shape of things to come ( dean )

[SAMANTHA APRIL HARTLEY]

Samantha April Hartley
Carve your n a m e into my arm, i n s t e a d of

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Samantha wasn't sure why she was so fond of the beach, rarely ending her day without a brief visit. She was a good swimmer, that much was true, but she was perfectly content with just being in its proximity. After a long day as a waitress at fishie's bar and grill, she'd walked out here to take in the calming effect of the water, and since she lived nearby, it wasn't a long walk. Maybe it was something in the air or the sand underneath her feet that drew her out here. She had slipped out of her sandals and was barefoot, her leather jacket wrapped tightly around her lean form as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out into the water. It was liberating to be single again, but there were times like these, when the sun was beginning to go down and there was a nice color in the sky, that she couldn't help but want to share it with someone, even if they were a two-timing jerk from hell. It was funny that she was so good at match making, but she always picked the wrong men for herself. Always.

Her relationships didn't last longer than a few weeks and even then it was a bit of a stretch. But that also meant that because she was back out on the field, she could flirt with the cute guys again. She smiled as she watched a small group nearby make an inpromptu bonfire, bringing out marshmellows and everything. They were just college kids hoping to enjoy their free time, she figured. She remembered when she was in college, having attended the University of Wisconsin, where she had been constantly changing her major because she didn't know what she wanted to be. From culinary school to teacher to social worker, the latter being her final decision. But after a few years in the foster care system, she found that it was pretty difficult to see the places that kids ended up, so she'd settled for a nine to five waitress job. She was still young, so she had time to pursue it later, but she was pretty satisfied with either being in the back cooking or waitressing, her current position.

When she was in the kitchen, it was like Maine's version of Hell's Kitchen though, it always entertaining but never anything less than that woah factor hectic.

She could barely feel her feet now as she stood there, having been running around on her feet all day. The gentle breeze sifted through her auburn tresses, tossing them about her face as she picked up her sandals and walked along the shore. She was a fan of vampires, so she couldn't help but daydream about running into one, especially now that the sun was going down. It was silly, but it was entertaining. Most people out here weren't very pale though, since they were either avid swimmers or fishers, or even both in certain cases, but rarely not in direct sunlight for a good chunk of their day. She hadn't been keeping up with the tabloids lately, she never really was a fan of gossip, so she wouldn't know what the girls were jabbering about as she passed by, mentioning a public photo of someone cheating on their husband with another woman and a nasty public breakup.

She rolled her eyes slightly, drifting closer to the shore with every step, until she felt the squishy, drenched sand underneath her feet. She giggled to herself, liking the feeling, though she sure as hell hoped that there weren't any jellyfish. They stung like a biatch. She knew that from personal experience and she subconsciously moved back closer to the dry sand, which was cooler now than it would have been in the afternoon. Now was the good time to be here. She knew that and so did someone else nearby, someone taller than her, and judging by the broadness of their shoulders, someone masculine. She grinned slightly to one corner of her mouth, quirking a brow before stopping just a few feet away from them, looking out into the water. Boy, she sucked at starting conversations. But walking around aimlessly was beginning to get boring. She needed to do something out of the blue. She toyed with the corner of her lip, before shaking her head. She couldn't do it. She was so gonna beat herself up later for this. Instead, she just stood there.

( LYRICS ) every you every me - placebo
( TAG ) dean samson haynes to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) hurrah! w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, umm, randomness is key
when it comes to intro posts, me thinks.

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[DEAN SAMSON HAYNES]

DEANSAMSONHAYNES
stars will f a l l
and dark will light the w a y
we'll hit the g r o u n d
and fall into the s h a d e
i'll light the night with f i r e
and run away with y o u

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He hadn't been here for years. He had bought his grandparent's old house after they died, and had been to it once or twice to see that it was maintained but he never stayed in town longer than a day and then he was gone. Usually he would show up late at night, get up early, check things out, and then leave again mid-afternoon the next day. This was the first time he'd come here to stay for an extended period of time. He could retire with all the money he had, and right now he was strongly considering it. He was sick of the business that chewed you up and spit you out in a matter of 15 minutes. He just didn't need that anymore. He knew that his fans would be disappointed, and he didn't like making them angry or upset, but it was about him too. He had to stop living for other people. That was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He was surprised the papparazzi hadn't followed him, but he'd told his publicist that he was going to cancun or some place with a really great beach. He hadn't been lying. This place did have an amazing beach, even when it was cold out.

He'd laced up his running shoes early that morning but couldn't bring himself to get out of the house and go for a run. So, he'd lazed about all day, doing absolutely nothing. Then he'd finally gotten up so he could run along the beach that he used to play on so much when he was kid. He missed the feeling of the sand and the water. He knew he'd have to wait until it got a little warmer before he could hop into that ocean though. He was content with just smelling it and seeing it. Besides, he could hide out better if he was wearing a shirt, pants, and windbreaker, than swim trunks. Evading the news was hard, but he'd managed to do it every other time he'd come up here. He figured he could do it now too.

He had already run a mile down the beach before stopping to look out over the ocean at the setting sun. He should head back before it got dark and he lost his way. Things had changed here, but not too much. He knew that his instincts would bring him home. He always managed to find a way back to his real home. Even though his grandparents were no long in it. It would always be the one place where he belonged. He had always known that, and that was why he'd run off to hollywood in the first place. He didn't want to grow up here as a nobody. He'd wanted to be somebody, because he had been tired of being alone. Now here he was, standing on the beach, alone again. Only now, he was quite content with it.

His thoughts wandered to his wife. She had left him for another man. Then she'd left that man for his equally famous wife. He really didn't know what happened to her after that. She had managed to tear two marriages apart and not even care about it. She just picked up the pieces and sucked up the press. He assumed she'd done it because her last three movies had been terrible flops. She just wanted to be in the spotlight again. They'd grown apart anyway, so it wasn't as big a deal as the press made it out to be. The fact that she'd gone to the press and said all those things was what made him angry. He had not been a bad husband. If anything, she was a bad wife.

He was just about to run back when he felt someone standing behind him. He could sense their hesitance the same way he could sense a fangirls hesitance to talk to him in a crowded coffee shop. They tried to be nonchalant but they came off slightly crazy and a bit weepy sometimes. He really didn't understand how he could be such a big deal. He was just one man. If he hadn't been famous, they wouldn't be staring at him and taking pictures with their cellphones. Why they felt the need to do it when he was famous was beyond him?

He turned to face the person. Sure it was one of the teenagers he'd seen earlier down the beach who'd just stared at him. He was surprised to see someone else standing there. She was shorter than him, but absolutely beautiful in the setting sunlight. His voice caught in his throat as he looked at her. She looked serene but anxious. "Um, Hi there." He said and looked at her again. He could still sense that she might want to talk to him, and he wasn't going to ignore an opportunity like this.

T A G

[/color] sammy hartley a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S [/color] blush (only you) by PLUMB
W O R D C O U N T [/color] some number
N O T E S [/color]huuray for randomness. I enjoy sillyness. hehe his wife left him for a man and then left the man for a woman. crazy celebrities.
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[SAMANTHA APRIL HARTLEY]

Samantha April Hartley
Carve your n a m e into my arm, i n s t e a d of

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Samantha could really see herself growing old here. Even if she did leave for college a while back, this was her hometown and she just couldn't see herself living anywhere else. It would help if she got her life together, but even as disorganized as it was, it was okay. People were and always would be rude, it wouldn't change whether she was here or over in some secluded ice cave in Alaska. The only thing she was a bit unnerved about was that her life was starting to become routine. She would go to work, pick up something for dinner, catch up on some new series that she would probably fall asleep watching, and then do it all over again the next day.

The weekends were different, but not much. She wasn't one to party hard, partially because she feared running into one of her exes and also because she didn't like how drugs somehow managed to slip into everyone's drinks. Surprise, surprise. She couldn't keep her liquor down very well anyway and hangovers were the devil in disguise.

Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be a celebrity, since everyone made such a big fuss about it. But having people watching your every move, scrutinizing every decision that you made in a life that was yours and yours only to live... well, that wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. The paparazzi must be incredibly annoying. She was surprised that most people didn't develop seizures from the constant flashes. She preferred living low-key if you asked her, even if it did get boring to be invisible. She certainly didn't have much sway in this town, she was just another face. She also wondered how the rich and the famous had any time for relationships, but then realized that most of them ended up in the crapper. The divorce rate was about fifty percent and they weren't immune to it. Was anyone really safe from the big D, besides Doomsday? Nope, not really.

Her hands were snug in the pockets of her leather jacket, even if the cool breeze wasn't giving her goosebumps. It was an old habit from when she was younger and she used to bite her nails down to the quick, so she would keep them hidden from prying eyes. Now she had managed to keep them trimmed, but long enough for a light coat of black nail polish. Some of her auburn tresses were falling into her face, even when she was standing still. It seemed like not even her body liked to stay in one place for too long. But before she could do anything about it, she heard a voice. It wasn't long after that she got the feeling that someone was staring at her, that sixth sense that seemed to creep up on you, but this time she welcomed it. Even if the man was a complete stranger to her.

Samantha turned her body at an angle where she didn't have to crane her neck to look at him. That would look too awkward. When she finally got a good look at him, she was glad that he had spoken first, because she was sure that she would have blown her cover. He was a handsome guy. "Hey," she greeted back with a smile, hoping that she didn't seem too caught off guard. "I take it you're a fan of the beach too?" It was pretty much rhetorical, as she wasn't looking for some uber insightful answer or anything. But if she didn't know any better, she might just think that he was observing the sunset, which was one of the most romantic things she could think of.

She didn't jump the gun with her name, only because she tended to play a little hard to get with the fellas. At least, she did when she liked them. And this one right here, he seemed like a keeper, granted that he held any interest in her to actually carry on a conversation without giving her some kind of lame excuse to leave.

Sam couldn't help but try and spot a ring on his finger. He had to be married. Even if he was the biggest asshole on the planet, he was good looking, and everyone knew that those were married first. But the truth was that she didn't know him. She didn't have the slightest clue who he was, while everyone else probably knew him better than he knew himself, from his life story right down to how many times he visited the local bookstore and how many times he blinked in a day. If she were aware of this, she might even be jealous. But what was the fun in that?

So she waited to hear him say that he'd better get home. He looked like the trophy wife and golden retriever type. But there was something humbling about him too. She couldn't read him right off the bat and that frustrated her a little. It also intrigued her. Hmm.

( LYRICS ) every you every me - placebo
( TAG ) dean samson haynes to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) hurrah! w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) lol, sillyness is fun. and woah, crazyness.

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[DEAN SAMSON HAYNES]

DEANSAMSONHAYNES
stars will f a l l
and dark will light the w a y
we'll hit the g r o u n d
and fall into the s h a d e
i'll light the night with f i r e
and run away with y o u

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Dean hadn't spent his entire life in Wells Beach but he'd spent the best years of his life there. He had been born to very terrible parents who were into tons of things that made him very unsafe and he surprised he'd managed to live this long. He'd been left alone so many times as a toddler and kid that he couldn't remember. By the age of seven he knew how to lock all the doors and make spaghetti on the stove by himself because neither of his parents were going to feed him. He also had managed to get a job at a barbershop to make money so he could eat. He only visited his grandparents once, but from then on he knew where he wanted to be.

After he'd raised enough money to buy a bus ticket to his grandparents he'd left his house and never looked back. His parents hadn't even noticed he was gone from their crack den until three weeks later when they were out of food and they needed him to go buy some. He wasn't even sure why he'd stayed there so long. He didn't even know who those people were. His grandparents had been more parents to him than anyone else. He loved them with all his heart, and they took him in with no questions asked. He'd spent the rest of his life in Wells Beach until he'd graduated and tried to make a name for himself in the world. And he definitely had done that. He couldn't go anywhere without being flooded by fangirls.

He loved being a celebrity and getting good jobs. He loved doing things to help the world. He loved that his status could mean having a great impact on public's opinions of things like Darfur and Tibet. There was only so much he could do though. He couldn't bring up important issues if everyone was focusing on his high profile divorce and how his wife had left him for another man and then another woman. He just couldn't understand why she'd been so outward about it. She couldn't have just told him in quiet. She'd had to let rumors slip and suspicion build. She was obsessed with the spotlight, and he was sick of it. He just needed some time to himself, and Wells Beach offered that.

Fortunately, the fan girls on the other side of the beach hadn't come up to him. They'd noticed him and he knew it. He hated having fan girls but they also made the world go round. He wouldn't make any money or any difference if they didn't exist. He just wished they didn't flock to him and attack him. He'd been jumped on by so many girls at a convention once that he'd broken his sunglasses and had bruises for weeks. Needless to say, he never went out in the crowds anymore. Some people were just crazy.

He was now facing the cute girl. He couldn't really remember seeing her around before, but he hadn't really been around in a while. He'd just gotten here not to long ago, and ever since he'd remained a recluse. This was one of the few times he'd been out in public without the intent of groceries or other things like that. He was glad that it wasn't with some girl who was clamoring for his autograph. He hated being famous sometimes. Even though, he wouldn't ever give it up completely. Maybe it was time for a well-earned break.

"You are correct. I love the beach." He said and glanced back out at the setting sun. it was gorgeous. "This has always been my favorite beach though." He said with a grin and looked at her intensely. He wanted to study her. He wasn't sure if it was the light hitting her, but she was more beautiful than any actress he'd ever worked with. Maybe it was because she was so much more real. She didn't have to put up fronts and ten pounds of makeup to make herself look flawless. He enjoyed it when a woman didn't spend hours on her appearance. Besides, those women were easy to spot, and then he had to wonder what they really looked like under the caked on mask.

"What about you? Are you lost, or did you purposely come here to enjoy the gorgeous sunset?" He said and looked back out over the ocean. The waters were smoother than usual, and the waves came in softly, rushing up against them, but never quite reaching where they stood. The water almost called out to him, but he knew it was too cold to hop in quite yet. "I've been all around the world and i've never seen a better sunset than a Wells Beach sunset." That was the truth if he'd ever spoken it. Being a celebrity, it was hard to always say the truth and not come off as a loser or something you didn't want to be. So, he had to think about what he was saying and determine if he really meant it. This was something he really meant. He'd been everywhere in the world, but nothing was as beautiful as the first sunset he'd had on this beach.

He wasn't sure where to go from there. He didn't normally converse with people unless it was a fake conversation or it was some woman complaining about how she has so much to do, and she still needs to schedule a shoot with vogue for the next issue. He always had something to do, but he had people who scheduled that for him. He was sort of like a really good looking puppet for his manager. He usually did whatever his manager thought was best, even though he didn't always like it. It had been years since he'd done an independent film. He missed those days of barely having enough money to get by.

T A G

[/color] sammy hartley a.k.a the loverly lil
L Y R I C S [/color] blush (only you) by PLUMB
W O R D C O U N T [/color] some number
N O T E S [/color]haha. who would ever leave Ryan Reynolds willingly?
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[SAMANTHA APRIL HARTLEY]

Samantha April Hartley
Carve your n a m e into my arm, i n s t e a d of

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S t r e s s e d I lie here c h a r m e d, cuz there's
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Having been born and growing up in the quaint little town of Wells Beach, Samantha always had this constant lingering urge to travel, in order to meet new people and see new sights. It was a small town, so everyone knew you, and it was hard to do or say anything without the whole town knowing. There wasn't really an inch of ground that she hadn't covered, as she used to be very adventurous as a child, and later, a growing teenager. After her mother's passing, the community had gotten together to help her family through the grieving process, but sometimes she wished that she could be a different person for a while or run into someone who didn't know everything there was to know about her boring, ordinary life. Sometimes she just wanted to get away. So when the opportunity arose, using college as an excuse to get out into the world and really get a taste of freedom, she took it and ran.

It didn't take long for her to come back though, but she didn't come back with a bowed head and a look of defeat on her face. No, you actually grew to miss a quiet town like this one, believe it or not. You missed the comments about those silly things that you did when you were younger and the "good morning" everyday and this innate feeling that everyone was connected somehow, even if they all led completely different lives. This feeling that even when it didn't feel like it, someone was always thinking of you.

So someone always cared.

It was difficult meeting someone new in this city, since you already knew everyone, so she had this newfound glee spurr from within her when she saw an unfamiliar face. Little did she know that he was very familiar around town, just not to her. She tried not to let her gaze wander, but he was pretty good looking. That already gave him a good share of brownie points to remain in her good graces. Now she needed a name. Hopefully he wasn't one of those people that only cared about first impressions and made a drastic 180 turn after day two. "I usually am," she said with a grin as he said that she was right. She didn't want to sound too cocky though. "I have good instincts," she added as she brought her hand up to tap her temple lightly with her index finger. "Your favorite? You must travel then, because I'm pretty sure we don't have any others." She smiled, already liking him, and it helped that his grin was charming.

Sam had never been one to wear alot of makeup. If she really wanted to look like someone or something else, she'd just wait until Halloween and disguise herself then. Of course, that was a bit drastic, but she just wasn't into the whole supermodel look. She had her days when she didn't even want to get out of bed, much less have to worry about colors and her complexion and what compact was for what. She liked eyeliner, that was her favorite, and lip gloss didn't hurt, but anything beyond that carried a biohazard sign. Unless it was a wedding or a special occasion. But to wander aimlessly around the beach? Nope, not a chance. Though she suddenly started to have this feeling like maybe she should have worn something a little bit nicer. Not that she was trying to impress this stranger or anything. Oh well, her enchanting nature would just have to do. She giggled at his question, since she might've looked lost a few minutes ago. Hell, if he'd caught her just a second before he turned her way, she was lost just staring at the side of his face.

"Well, I live nearby, so I purposely came to enjoy the whole atmosphere. I didn't really think about the sunset, because I didn't think I'd be here this long. I guess it's just so calming that you lose track of time, you know? It's good though, I like surprises," Sam said with a smile, before he answered her previous question. "Ahh, I see. And I've only really been to Wisconsin, so I'd have to agree with you. Though I might be a little biased." So, he traveled, alot apparently. Flight attendant? Pilot? Travel agent? Business man? It was hard to tell. The notion of him being an actor didn't even cross her mind. He just seemed so genuine. "What have your favorite places been? When you travel, I mean?" she asked him curiously, deciding against just straight out asking him what he did for a living. It wasn't like she was planning to marry him and have his babies... well, maybe. He didn't know it, had her at "sunset." This guy had a beautiful soul.

( LYRICS ) every you every me - placebo
( TAG ) dean samson haynes to the wicked jess =]
( WORD COUNT ) hurrah! w/o codes ftw
( NOTES ) haha, well, now that you have him
securely in your basement, you don't have
to worry about any of that happening XD.

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