Blind Faith - Honor Open Tags
May 29, 2011 4:28:18 GMT -5
Post by Sam Caraway on May 29, 2011 4:28:18 GMT -5
What did Sam do for a living? ‘I’m between jobs at the moment,’ he replied delicately, not particularly wanting to tell Honor what he really was: a professional gambler. And even then, he had moved away from Vegas – he wasn’t even a professional gambler any more, was he? Sam was just…rich, and unemployed. True, there were worse things to be, but it was a tricky situation to explain to someone he’d only just met. On the whole, better to sound like a jobless bum than attempt to say what he really did.
Especially when saying ‘I’m a retired professional gambler’ would be the last thing to inspire trust in someone expecting you to lead them to the right place.
Honor’s reaction was not the one Sam had expected, and he looked at her with interest as she quietly – but firmly – denied what he had said about her. The trouble was, Sam knew that he was right – he had a very good memory, and he trusted himself to have remembered it correctly. So if Honor was the girl who had subjected the school bully to a beating, why would she choose to deny it?
Sam was, however, smart enough to know that asking why she was blindsiding him was probably not the correct course of action. He couldn’t quite remember what Honor’s power had been at school, but something told him it wasn’t anything as harmless as his. So instead of pressing the matter, he merely regarded her in amusement. ‘Whatever you say, Honor,’ he said after a moment, the tone of his voice telling her very clearly that he didn’t believe a word of her denial. ‘You know, I thought it was pretty cool. He had it coming.’
This girl was almost as good at changing the subject as he was! Sam grinned. ‘We’re just there,’ he told her, taking her up to the shop and depositing her hand on the doorframe. Unable to resist a dig, he turned to her with an audible smile.
‘And you don’t have to thank me. In fact, don’t even think about thanking me. I know you’re just too shy to tell me how you really feel – I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.’ He gave a small, theatrical sigh. ‘Your silence is thanks enough for an honest man like me.’
OOC: Pffft. 'Nice' is overrated. I like Honor just the way she is.
Especially when saying ‘I’m a retired professional gambler’ would be the last thing to inspire trust in someone expecting you to lead them to the right place.
Honor’s reaction was not the one Sam had expected, and he looked at her with interest as she quietly – but firmly – denied what he had said about her. The trouble was, Sam knew that he was right – he had a very good memory, and he trusted himself to have remembered it correctly. So if Honor was the girl who had subjected the school bully to a beating, why would she choose to deny it?
Sam was, however, smart enough to know that asking why she was blindsiding him was probably not the correct course of action. He couldn’t quite remember what Honor’s power had been at school, but something told him it wasn’t anything as harmless as his. So instead of pressing the matter, he merely regarded her in amusement. ‘Whatever you say, Honor,’ he said after a moment, the tone of his voice telling her very clearly that he didn’t believe a word of her denial. ‘You know, I thought it was pretty cool. He had it coming.’
This girl was almost as good at changing the subject as he was! Sam grinned. ‘We’re just there,’ he told her, taking her up to the shop and depositing her hand on the doorframe. Unable to resist a dig, he turned to her with an audible smile.
‘And you don’t have to thank me. In fact, don’t even think about thanking me. I know you’re just too shy to tell me how you really feel – I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.’ He gave a small, theatrical sigh. ‘Your silence is thanks enough for an honest man like me.’
OOC: Pffft. 'Nice' is overrated. I like Honor just the way she is.
