hold me closer, necromancer

Jamie Madrox's class had been so weird today that Sam had immediately grabbed his board and gone out after it had ended. Maybe he just needed to get the image of his teacher dressed like a bird and the fact that he'd been pelted with fruit out of his mind. He hoped he didn't still smell like grapes.

The ride on his board had done him good...for the most part. It had let him settle down again and let him think about the fact that Ramon and Frank were actually planning on showing up here this weekend. He suspected they'd conned his mom into not coming and volunteered themselves in her place. Brid had apparently wanted to come too but Brannoc had put a stop to that with the excuse of not knowing anything about where Sam was.

Sam was partly relieved and partly sad. He missed Brid even if there were so many question marks surrounding them. And see, those were the thoughts that made Sam miss the drop in the boardwalk ahead. The boardwalk dipped, Sam lost his balance and the skateboard flew out from underneath him. Luckily, Sam caught himself on his hip when he went down. Unfortunately, that hurt and he was pretty sure he'd given himself yet another set of skateboard related injuries. No one would believe he was any good at this if they knew how often he banged himself up.

That had ended his ride and now he was back in his room, trying to bandage the scraped up, dirty and no longer bleeding spot just above his hip. The good thing was that it wasn't his elbows this time. The bad thing was that it still hurt. His first aid kit was getting a work out lately. Sam had turned some music on before he'd started the process of bandaging himself up so there was that.

His room wasn't a total hospital ward. He was doing better. Ish.

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Sam wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to the fact that it was mid May and felt like it was January outside. It'd been chilly ever since he'd arrived but today was just downright cold. That made for a convenient enough excuse to stay inside so that's what Sam was planning on doing. He'd called home and talked to Frank for a few minutes earlier. Frank had provided updates on Ramon (the were-bear exposure had taken him awhile to recover from but he seemed to be doing okay) and Brid (still hot, still completely out of Frank's league) and Sam had told him a little about the school here.

Once the phone call ended, Sam went about doing something he'd been meaning to do since moving in. He slowly unpacked his record player and settled it carefully on his desk. This should have been one of the first things he'd done but he'd forgotten. He'd almost left the record player in Seattle but then images of Frank smearing mustard and ketchup or god knows what else on it had popped into his head and he'd hastily packed it up.

Shaking those horrific images out of his head, Sam put on one of his favorite records and turned it up. It was nice to be doing something familiar in a place where he was still new. He half expected Brooke or Ashley to pop up and insult his music but the spirits were quiet. Sam sighed and stood up so he could start unpacking the rest of his things. Slacker meant slow. He'd get there at some point.

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