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room 216 ; wednesday afternoon
Apr. 18th, 2012 10:12 amIt had not been a good few days for Sam. Between the uniforms, the school board trying to come in and make changes, Gideon Graves, Natalie avoiding him and another mention of Todd freaking Ingram, Sam just wanted to call it all off.
He just wanted to pack it all in and go back to Seattle to recharge or something. At least there, he'd deal with crap like ghosts and the Council. Compared to stuff right now, that was almost wanted. He could stand listening to Brannoc talk and glare and he could deal with everything else if he could just catch a break here.
His door was barely open and his music was loud. He was on the floor, back against the bed, taping up his skateboard in preparation for what he thought would be a long ride a little later.
He needed it.
[Door's cracked, post is open, player is home, feeling moderately sick so entertainment is always fun.]
He just wanted to pack it all in and go back to Seattle to recharge or something. At least there, he'd deal with crap like ghosts and the Council. Compared to stuff right now, that was almost wanted. He could stand listening to Brannoc talk and glare and he could deal with everything else if he could just catch a break here.
His door was barely open and his music was loud. He was on the floor, back against the bed, taping up his skateboard in preparation for what he thought would be a long ride a little later.
He needed it.
[Door's cracked, post is open, player is home, feeling moderately sick so entertainment is always fun.]
