After all the hubbub of her murder attempt had died down, Karla was almost relieved. Not even the Campbells caused any troubles, something she'd have to thank Daniel for later. Deirdre refused to even look her way. Most of October came and went with little to no issues. She even sat on the stoop of the Suite to pass out candy to the children in town who made it that far.
Now it was November and she sat there on the stoop again, nursing a cup of steaming cocoa, watching as Danna ran up the road towards her with the biggest grin on her face. Bag on her back and paper flapping in her hand.
"Daniel!! Karla!! You'll never guess!!" Her little voice carried as she finally skidded to a stop at the base of the steps, hands on her knees and panting, the paper crumpling against her leg.
"Easy there, little dove. Whatcha got?" Karla stood and made her way down to check on the girl. Daniel peeked his head out the door confused only a moment later.
"I entered… a contest…" Danna panted as she lifted the hand with the paper, waving it like a flag, "I can make… my sculptures… for it." She takes a deep breath and stands, the excited look on her face infectious.
"What do you plan to make?" Daniel stepped out, looking at his sister with intrigue.
"I… don't know yet. I just know it's gonna be big." Danna grins as she bounces in place, "And I'm gonna need a lot of metal. I mean a lot."
Karla watched the girl as she spoke to her brother, the energy which she shared. Most people like the Corvos tended to gravitate towards things involving Nature. Whether it be Biology, Animal Husbandry, or Agriculture. Danna saw things in a different light than everyone else. She looked at twisted metal and saw beauty. She folded and melted alloys and saw art. Where all the others saw cold and death, she saw warmth and life.
"I suppose we'll have to find something for you to work with," Karla spoke up from her spot, brushing off her lap as she stood.
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Jacob scowled as he sat on a couch, hands steepled in front of his face as he stared into nothing. After a moment, his gaze flicks up to Sam as they start to speak, though not quite hearing their words. Even as Sammule responded, there was nothing but a low hum that echoed in his ears.
Sammule made Sam a promise, without talking to him first. A promise like this, from either of their kind, was a serious one. A promise like this meant they couldn't run if someone found them. They were stuck here now. Bound to this family until one of them released them.
"That was one hell of a stunt you boys pulled. I was wondering why the cops hadn't said anything to me about being counter-sued." Sam stood from their desk to step around it and in front of Sammule, pulling Jacob from his head.
"It was the best thing we could do for you." Sammule lowered his head, bowing it slightly, "Y'all could only do so much… and with you grantin' us Sanctuary, I felt it only fittin'."
"I suppose you're right…" Sam sits back on the front of their desk, palms at their side, "Well… I do appreciate it. It's a boon to ease my stress for sure." They pause and step forward, placing a hand on Sammule's shoulder, a serious look in their eye, "Please remember, boys, if anything happens, return here to the Suite. I take my Sanctuary seriously."
"Understood." Sammule nodded as Jacob stood, tense about the contact, but nodding as well. The silence in the room is only broken by a small frantic knock.
"Sam! Saaaam! Can I come in? I wanna show you something!" Little Danna's muffled voice called out through the wood. Jacob watches as Sammule strode over to the door to open it for the girl.
"Hi, Mr. Sammy!" She seemed almost unphased by the man who towered over her like a giant, skipping her way in and running over to Sam's desk to slap down a paper. "I entered a competition!" She bounced on her feet as she watched Sam read the paper, glancing at the other men as if just realizing what she walked into.
"Oh, Mr. Jacob…" Danna stops bouncing for a moment as she looks between the two men, "I'm sorry… I interrupted something again, didn't I?"
"No." To everyone's surprise, Jacob's the one who speaks up, "You're fine. We were just… discussing helping Mx. Sam. What do you have there, petit?" He holds a hand out to which Danna snatches up her paper, reinvigorated with excitement, and hands it to him.
"It's a competition! I gotta make something awesome with whatever 'medium' I want. It's gotta be big and mean something important to me." She announces as she looks over to Sam, "I wanted to use metal, 'cause no one else is gonna do that."
"You know what you're gonna make?" Sammule knelt on one knee to get closer to her level.
"No… not yet." Danna purses her lips, "But… It's gonna be awesome! I just know it!" She looks to Sammule with an almost shy expression, “Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead. Anythin’ you want?”
“Could you help me? There are some things I wanna use that… I can’t touch. And you got the fire…” She looks down at her feet.
“Of course. I’d be happy to help you.” Sammule grins, touching her arm while glancing at Sam, who gives him a single nod of approval.
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"Did you see that boy the other day?" Connie smiles as she nudges Karla with her elbow, nearly making her drop her serving tray.
"Huh, what? What do you mean?" Karla blinks a few times as she regains her composure, staring at the other girl.
"What's his name… Timothy… Carlisle?" Connie snaps her fingers a few times as she remembers, "He was giving you… The eyes." She wiggles her brows as she nudges Karla again.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Karla shakes her head, scrunching her nose, "Tim is not giving me any eyes. Did you see him after? He basically French kissed his phone and it had a picture of Kate Winslet. I'm no Kate." She snorts after a moment.
"What about you? I saw how Richard was looking at you. And Freddie. And Julio." She pokes Connie's arm who snorts in response, "Think they got a chance?"
"They wish." Connie shakes her head before leaning on the counter with a wistful sigh.
"Is it because they aren't 6 feet, wear black, and have red hair?" Karla pushes with a knowing grin.
"Oi! Stai zitto! Don't you say another word! Ti taglierò!" Connie shoots up off the counter, snatching the tray from Karla and quickly making her way away to serve a table, leaving Karla snickering.
"This isn't over!"
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French
Petit - little/little one
Italian
Stai zitto! - Shut up!
Ti taglierò! - I will cut you!
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The Strange Suite: The Meteor
مغامرةLife was supposed to be normal for Karla. Or at least as normal as you can get when your closest friends are not human. Instead, with the arrival of a pair of strangers, she finds herself yanked deeper into a world she'd only scratched the surface o...
