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room 216 ; thursday afternoon

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

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."

"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.

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."

"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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

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?"

"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.

"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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"I've never milked a cow either." The difference was that his mom probably wouldn't mind having a cow and would have made him milk it if she had her way. And she tended to always get her way.

"What sort of country did you grow up in?" Sam wondered curiously. "Didn't you say you were from Georgia?"

Kate nodded, tugging her hair back into a ponytail to get the dampness off her shoulders. "Savannah. But I've been all over."

"And it's less countryside, more wilderness." Because where the magic wasn't kept reined in by people (or where it couldn't be), things got a little out of control. Plants grew at record rates, and without machinery you just couldn't hope to keep it at bay.

Sam couldn't even begin to imagine himself in the wilderness. He wasn't a party animal who went out every night but it was still nice to have places to go to when he did want to go out.

"And what do you keep yourself occupied with in the wilderness?" Sam thought to ask. "Building houses out of some gum, bamboo and rocks."

He bet that guy from that one old TV show could do that.

"Hunt, train, walk--" Kate shrugged. "Sometimes, build shelter, yeah." He was right on that one. "I never used gum, but... Yeah, amongst other things."

Sam scratched his cheek and looked thoughtful. "And you prefer that over the big cities because of the crowds and the dirtiness? I dunno, it seems like the pros would outweigh the cons but I've been a city guy my whole life."

"So you'd rather be attached to that out there," she said, indicating vaguely down the end of the hall, "than the sea?"

"I'm not a big swimmer," Sam replied, shrugging. "And I can't skateboard on water. My amazing magical abilities haven't extended that far yet. Being attached to big cities is a bad thing?"

"They can be useful." She never claimed they weren't, and she spent time in them when she had to, but-- "I just don't like them." Bad experiences.

"I've seen the wrong side, I guess." Or the wrong cities. They tended towards the rougher end, in her future.

"All cities have wrong sides," he agreed, shrugging. Seattle definitely did. The scars that marked up his back were a testament to that. "But hey, there's never a threat of a bear attacking you in the city."

Well, there was less of a chance of that happening.

Kate snorted. Yeah. Right. "Atlanta's Pack have a Kodiak shifter as their pack executioner, I heard." If you got on the wrong side of them, you sure as hell believe in inner-city bear attack.

"You can't say 'never' about anything." Because disturbingly often, you'd find the magic making it so just out of spite.

"Kodiak shifter?" Sam questioned. It sounded...well, not familiar, but the idea didn't sound unfamiliar. Her use of the word pack reminded him of Brid that he found himself wondering. "Shapeshifter, I take it?"

"Shapeshifter, were... whatever you want to call them." They went by either, where she was from. "You don't want to mess with them. Asking for trouble."

Even Kate wasn't entirely sure she could take on some of the shifters she'd heard stories of.

"Yeah," Sam said ruefully, shifting just the tiniest bit. It was almost like his back enjoyed throbbing when he thought of Michael. "Yeah, I know. I've got firsthand experience with weres, myself. Surprise. I'm not as boring as I bet you thought I was."

"No one is as boring as a first impression." Everyone had their secrets. Some of them more interesting than others, and the more interesting ones were the ones to hide. Seeing his discomfort, she'd be willing to bet his story went somewhere beyond 'I met one'.

That said, she hadn't automatically pictured him as the sort to hang out with killers who grew foot long claws.

"But I'll keep that in mind. Not as dull as you'd like people to believe."

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