necroslacker: (how do i live)
Sam LaCroix ([personal profile] necroslacker) wrote2013-06-03 09:38 am

seattle ; tuesday

Coming back hadn't been...pleasant. Sam had figured it wouldn't be so he'd prepared himself. Frank was angry but he was, at least, talking to Sam. Ramon had yelled at Sam upon his return and then stalked off and now was refusing to talk to anyone. Sam figured it would pass and he'd just give Ramon time. If he'd been that angry, he would have just moved out altogether and he was still here.

Sam didn't tell Frank much, keeping everything very low key just to possibly avoid Frank texting everyone and their brother about his return. He'd said he was tired and had promised to talk about it later. With that, he'd meant to go to his bedroom to just decompress.

But, he'd ended up in the basement. It still gave him a chill and he still felt an almost painful tugging in his gut but he tried to ignore it, to beat it down and not let it overwhelm him. He leaned against one of the bare walls and thought about maybe doing something with this space.

Maybe that would help.

[NFB but open for interactions. If you think you got a text from Frank about Sam, feel free to mod it.]
whenshewasnice: (This is actually bad.)

[personal profile] whenshewasnice 2013-06-03 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Natalie had stared at Frank's text for a while, not even sure of what she was actually feeling.

And then she went to call Sam's phone. She wasn't really trusting it to even be on or anything, but trying to call was still the first thing she was doing.

[identity profile] godgavemecable.livejournal.com 2013-06-03 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so Toby and Sam weren't exactly the call-each-other-every-other-day sort of friends, but when you couple the lack of communication with the fact that the thoughts Toby had (completely inadvertently) been picking up from Sam's... Natalie... had been decidedly less than pleased regarding the behaviour of one Samhain Corvus LaCroix, that text from Frank was definitely worrying.

So, yeah, that'd be Toby, sending Sam a nice succint: the hell, man?

Which was a little bit pot-calling-the-kettle-black of him, considering the months he'd spent on the streets between his last foster home and Fandom, but details.