hold me closer, necromancer

Sam's day had started out mundane enough. He'd gotten up after a sleepless night, eaten some breakfast and laid around until finally deciding to give his mom a buzz. She'd caught him up on Haley's goings on and her own things before the conversation had veered towards his uncle. His mom hedged a bit, seeming like she knew something she wasn't telling him. He tried to push her into telling him but she refused and shut down on that subject.

He'd let it go and turned the topic towards asking about something that could be worn to protect regular (it was a subjective definition of that word he was using here) people from seeing what he saw at night. When his mom asked, he'd hedged and just tried to get the information out of her. If there was something, she didn't know what it was and she'd apologized.

The conversation had ended quietly and now Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, giving that pouch he'd worn for so many years a look over. Maybe he could start wearing it again at night or something. It did help keep ghosts at bay and he did like to sleep sometimes.

He didn't know. And he couldn't really ask anyone else. He'd thought about Brid but shut that down immediately. The Council? Yeah, not sharing his personal life there. Maybe he'd just ask the next person that tried to beat him up.

It happened often enough.

[Open door and post, yes!]

Sam was doing a whole lot of nothing today. He'd missed a phone call from Brid earlier and his phone was resting on his chest in an attempt to force himself to return that call. It hadn't worked yet. For awhile, Sam had just stared at the ceiling while his thoughts bounced around in his head. When that hadn't worked, he'd read a book. Actually, he'd read the same line in the book for about fifteen minutes before he'd given up on that.

And then he'd amazingly fallen asleep. Sam didn't know if he'd fallen asleep just to get out of making that call or if he'd fallen asleep because he was tired but whatever the reason, it'd been good enough to get him out of returning the call for the moment. The phone was actually ringing again and Brid was the other end, determined to actually get Sam to pick up this time.

Alas, poor Sam, he was still sleeping.

[Door's cracked, post is open and if you want a weetiny to answer the phone, go for it.]

There was a Council meeting to attend tomorrow. Even if he hadn't remembered on his own, Ashley had popped up earlier this morning while he'd been walking back from class to remind him. it was the first time he'd seen her since he'd raised the child from the dead awhile back. She'd been avoiding him which was funny considering Ashley was stubborn and blunt and unafraid on her worst days.

The conversation had been short with Sam promising to be there and not asking questions about the child and if said child would be a topic of conversation during the meeting. He didn't want to know. She'd left but not before telling him to practice because he needed it.

Sam had made a face at that but Ashley had disappeared before he could retort so he'd just continued on his way. As soon as he'd gotten into his room, his bag had gotten tossed into a corner, his shoes had come off and one of his favorite records had gotten tossed onto his record player.

He'd been laying pretty low since this past weekend and with the way he was in his room again, Sam wondered if he was going to be able to break that cycle of hibernation anytime soon. When he flopped down onto his bed, eyes on the ceiling and feet dangling off the edge, Sam figured that today would not be the day he'd get back into being social outside his room.

Maybe tomorrow after the Council meeting. That is, maybe tomorrow after the Council meeting if he didn't come back completely wiped and apathetic about bureaucracy in general. That remained to be seen.

[Door cracked & post open]

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]