necroslacker | room 216 ; wednesday afternoon

Like a moron, Sam was bleeding again. Skateboarding injuries happened so often that he'd just kept on boarding while the blood bled through the sleeves of his shirt and the sweat from his arms stung the scratches and gashes.

He'd eventually come back to his room and was just now getting to pulling off his shirt and taking a look at the damage. He'd definitely had worse (his back was a testament to that) but the souvenirs he'd gotten from a completely avoidable fall still hurt.

Sam took a seat on the bed and pulled out his first aid kit (yes, he had one). He'd get himself cleaned up and bandaged up and his elbows would ache and throb for a few hours before it wore off and they were good to get shredded in another fall in the future.

"You really should wear elbow pads," Brooke said, popping into existence beside him on the bed. Sam groaned and didn't look at her.

"Not now," he griped, shaking his head. "Go do...dead person things."

"Dead person things?" Brooke asked, laughing. "I am doing a dead person thing. I'm bothering you!"

Sam groaned again and tried to ignore her while he cleaned up his elbows. Arguing with Brooke was like arguing with a massive brick wall. He never won so he'd just listen.

[Door is halfway closed but the post is open. Regular humans are gonna just see and hear Sam talking to himself but if you've got the ability, you can see and hear Brooke too. NFB on what Brooke actually is though, please]

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With most people not bothering to shield their rooms, things around here tended to filter through. Blood was power. Blood when it wasn't all neatly encased by skin had a tendency to emanate said power, and Sam here had enough of that, that Kate could feel it from her mere few doors down and take some of minutes out of her day to investigate.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?"

There was a hint of hesitation at the half-dressed part, and she took an extra second to look at Brooke when she actually saw her, but after that she did at least tip her head in a sort of greeting that way too. Her lack of finesse when it came to social boundaries did have its limits.

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