room 216 ; thursday afternoon

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Sam was convinced the island was never going to move again and the rain was never going to start. He'd been trying to hold off on catching a portal (which was still weird) for the sole purpose of buying a skateboard but he hadn't been able to wait any longer. After his records, his skateboard was probably his most prized possession and having it be covered in spray paint, stickers with rockets attached to the back made it pretty much useless to him.

He'd tossed that board in the trash today and headed off island. Yes, he'd gotten soaking wet, yes, his portal had been late (which meant he'd gotten even wetter), but he'd gotten off island and he'd made it to one of his favorite skate shops. A few hours later, he'd come out with a new board and a lighter mood.

Riding it on the island wasn't going to happen tonight because he'd had enough of the rain so Sam was riding his new board up and down the halls, testing out the design and craftsmanship of the longboard. The long, straight halls made for a nice smooth ride but Sam did make sure he watched out for passersby. He didn't need to run over anyone.

[Open post, boy's in the hallway so feel free to catch him there]

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There was only so much time Kate could spend indoors before it drove her completely nuts, so rain or no rain she'd circled the island already this afternoon, and was pulling off that drowned rat look he knew so well as she traipsed back to her room. A little rain, that was all.

"How many points am I worth?" The answer better be something resembling 'lots'.

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Sam's eyes had been on the trucks and wheels of the board while he rolled down the hallway so when he heard her voice, his head snapped up and he dropped a foot to the ground to stop himself gradually.

"That's putting me on the spot, isn't it?" Sam asked, rolling the board back and forth underneath his foot. "There might be a lot of math involved with my eventual answer."

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"I would accept a rough estimate," she offered generously. "If you need to think about it."

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Sam snickered and crossed his arms. His question of being put on the spot had been answered pretty well so he guessed he had to give her some kind of number.

"And what if I don't give you a number?" Sam asked, being stubborn just because he could. "I never liked bowling that much."

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"Do you need to be?" Bowling and making a game out of pedestrians when you were on anything with wheels, very different kettle of fish.

"I can threaten bodily violence if that works for you. So you feel like you put up a good show of It." Soggy with water dripping from her hair and minus one very sharp sword, she probably didn't seem all that threatening today.

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Sam leaned back and took Kate in, wondering if she meant she'd shake some water on him or something. Sure, he'd been wet earlier but he'd dried off and didn't look waterlogged at all anymore.

"Bodily violence?" Sam repeated, sounding half amused. "All because I won't assign you a point value? Can't you just make one up or is that important to you? Right now, you're looking more wet than anything numerical."

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"A little rain isn't going to kill me." She'd lived rough for months at a time, so an hour running around in the drizzle wasn't something that troubled her. "It was starting to feel cramped in here."

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"Yeah, that's something we can definitely agree on." He'd gotten himself off the island for awhile earlier today so he could understand her restlessness.

"Feel better now?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't look dead to me."

And even if she was dead, he'd be able to see her so either way, she'd look normal to him if he used his eyes. If he used his mind, he could tell the difference and he wasn't anything blue and dead in her.

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"Not yet." But Kate had no illusions of making it to old age. Morbid, yes she was.

"To feel much better, I'd have to be away from here. I hate cities."

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"You hate cities?" Sam repeated, slightly surprised. He tended to love cities and thought countries would just get...boring. There was only so much hay you could chew and so many cows you could milk.

"What for?" he asked, deciding not to make assumptions. "I didn't peg you as a country girl with a porch swing, a pitcher of cider and crops to harvest."

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Kate shrugged. "They're crowded, dirty, noisy, and you have to rely on buying your food from someone who's probably selling you stray dog or the rat their dog brought in the night before..." Kate's views might have been slightly skewed by her reality.

"What's to like?"

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"There's always stuff to do, there aren't any cows to milk, you don't have to take a bus to say hey to your nearest neighbor, you're gonna get the newest and best stuff first, and you won't get lonely."

He'd lived in a big city for most of his life so he had to defend it. He didn't think he'd want to live in the country where he'd be alone with his thoughts all day with no one but a bloodhound to talk with.

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"I have never milked a cow." So that wasn't exactly what it was like to live outside a city. "And there are people. It's not like the Antarctic."

This said, Kate had grown up with very little in the way of friends or real socialization. It was her and Voron and that was all there was. Loneliness was all relative.

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"Whoa, hey, Sam!" said Butters, laughing on his way toward the room down the hallway. "You sure that's safe, ridin' your board in the hallways like that?"

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"You expecting me to get close to some stairs or something?" Sam asked as he rolled on by Butters before using a foot to stop himself. "C'mon, I'm not that dumb. And if I was, I'd deserve the inevitable broken neck. I'm just trying it out. Rain makes it hard to ride."

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"Well, no," said Butters, twiddling with his fingers nervously. "I just don't want you to get grounded, that's all. I'm pretty sure if I rode a skateboard in the hallway, I'd be grounded. I'd hate for that to happen to you, too, Sam."

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"Grounded?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did my mom show up for a surprise visit or something? I haven't been grounded in, wow, years. You planning on grounding me, Butters?"

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"Well, I...don't know," said Butters, thinking on the novelty of a concept like doing the grounding himself. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and tried not to chuckle. "Maybe I should, Sam. Yeah. Y-you're just lucky, Sam, that it's rainin' outside, or else you'd be grounded for...for skateboardin' inside!"

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Sam had almost expected Butters to back off nervously so when he didn't, it surprised a laugh out of Sam. It was kind of good to see Butters settling down now that no one named Cartman was terrorizing him.

"Oh yeah?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. "And who gave you the power to ground me? Isn't that usually reserved for authority figures like parents and cops? Did you get deputized?"

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"Well, I'm your roommate, aren't I?" Butters reasoned with a smirk. "That means I'm accountable for you. At some of my other camps, we had Accountabilibuddies, and we had to make sure they stayed good an'...an' on the right path and everything, and so, as your roommate and Accountabilibuddy, it's my duty to ground you if...if you misbehave.

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Well, Sam couldn't deny that Butters' explanation didn't sound too bad. Still, he didn't think he could just let his roommate have all that power without being a little bit stubborn.

"While that sounds all well and good, I just...don't think I'll take you grounding me seriously," Sam decided, shrugging. "You're not my mom or even my, uh, intimidating friend from home."

How did you describe your friend who was a ghost and still bossed you around?

"Guess that counts as more misbehaving, doesn't it?"

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"You bet," said Butters, with a nod, and he started to waggle a finger. "You better watch it, mister, or you'll be double grounded."

He was mostly imitating his dad right now, and realized, just a little, that if his dad knew, he would totally ground him.

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"Double grounding?" Sam asked, eyes widening at what that could possibly mean. "Let me guess, you've been double grounded before. Please tell me that Cartman kid didn't double ground you and you listened to him."

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"Triple grounded," Butters offered, "and, no, not by Eric. Only my parents can ground me. Eric just locks me up for days, sometimes weeks...once for a whole month!"

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"He locks you up?" Sam asked, eyes widening even more. The silliness of the previous conversation was forgotten for the moment. "Butters, I'm not usually a violent guy but have you ever considered punching Cartman in the nose hard enough to break it?"