necroslacker: (jesus christ pose)
Sam didn't feel too great today. He knew the reasons behind it but still hated that he could barely get out of bed and that James felt the need to bring him water and a bunch of dried up vegetables to try and get him back on his feet.

He'd expended a lot of energy yesterday, raising and speaking with several people who'd recently been found dead with puncture marks in their neck and claw marks on their back. They'd initially thought it was a vampire and a werewolf working together but the people that he'd managed to raise and calm had contended there was only one person that had attacked them, one grotesque creation who'd drained, slashed and then killed them.

The Council had convened and Sam had passed out right there in his seat. He'd even drooled a little. Brid's brothers had carried him back to his home and James had dumped in bed which was where he was now. He was powerful, able to raise and control the dead but even he had some limits and even he got tired.

His bed was comfortable, at least, and Taco was curled up in the space between his legs. Ramon had brought one of his record players into the room and there was some quiet jazz playing now. Sam closed his eyes and sighed.

[NFB but open, sure]
necroslacker: (imagine)
"We should put in a pool."

Ramon's words came to Sam's ears and he snorted. Sam was laying on the top of the skate ramp, shirt off and head braced against his skateboard. It was warm but not terribly so. Ramon was nearby, rolling back and forth on his board.

"It doesn't get warm enough here for that," Sam told him, shaking his head. "It'll be a waste of money."

Ramon shook his head even if Sam didn't see it. He knew it was happening. "Come on, imagine the parties, Sam!"

"Are you going to clean the pool?" Sam asked, opening his eyes just the tiniest bit. "Are you going to save the gnomes when one falls in?"

Ramon was silent for a second before coming up with a solution. "We'll hire a lifeguard! James can do it!"

"No, I will not do that," James said. He was down on the lawn, tending to some bushes. Sam was pretty impressed with his range of hearing. "I don't get paid enough for that."

Sam smirked. "Man's right. Look, I'll get you a kiddie pool, Ramon. Will that work?"

"Spoilsport."

Sam grinned.

[NFB but open for the usual things]
necroslacker: (kings and queens)
Sam was covered in mud. Covered. From head to toe, only the tiniest bits of clean skin or clean fabric peeked through. Beside him, Ramon was similarly caked in mud while Frank trailed behind them, wet and complaining.

Mermaids. The Council had discovered a group of mermaids in a lake nearby and had sent Sam out to talk with them. No one else from the Council had come along as they all had convenient excuses of some sort. Right then and there, Sam should have figured something was up but he hadn't.

The mermaids were beautiful. Ramon made several comments about them eclipsing the mermaids he'd seen in movies which had seemed to please them. Sam had walked closer to the edge of the lake, crouching down to be more on their level when it'd happened.

While one mermaid had been speaking demurely to them, two others had reared up and tugged him into the water, pulling him down to the floor of the river where the mud had happened. They'd done the same thing to Ramon when he'd lunged to help Sam. Frank had stayed back but he'd gotten splashed and soaked when each mermaid in the lake had taken turns flapping their tails at him.

Sam and Ramon had been released with giggles and whoops of laughter and then the mermaids had refused to speak to them further. They were done. Sam and his friends had trudged back to the estate, scowling and glowering.

When they got home, James refused to let them come in and instead directed them behind the house to get hosed off. James just wasn't going to clean up muddy tracks in his house. No sir.

So, with an air of exasperation and anger, Sam waited out back while Ramon used the hose first. What a stupid day.

[NFB but open for the usual things]
necroslacker: (fancy)
Apparently, they were going to have Thanksgiving at Sam's house. Haley had suggested the idea because of the space and with Sam's large array of interesting friends, it would just be safer and more comfortable. Sam hadn't really argued that much. The house was still clinging to some of the uneasiness that it had come with when it had been in Douglas's possession and he hoped that maybe this would vanquish it.

But, Sam wasn't cooking. He could cook but he wasn't. Instead, he was sitting on the counter in his kitchen, eating an apple and watching Haley get a pie together. James was nearby, glancing over to Haley every once in awhile and pretending he definitely wasn't doing that nope not at all. It amused Sam. Maybe he'd given James the 'if you hurt my sister, I'll kill you' talk just to make him sweat.

Before Sam could entertain that fact further, Haley dumped a bunch of flowers and a basket in his lap.

"Make a centerpiece."

"What's the magic word?" Sam asked.

"Shut up."

"Ding ding!" Sam laughed and went about making the world's worst centerpiece.

[NFB but open for stuff]
necroslacker: (you light up my life)
Haley had been trying to organize a 'Welcome to Spring!' party for a few weeks now. When Sam had told her she just wanted a convenient reason to throw a party, she hadn't denied it but she'd still said she was going to use his house. And Sam, being the oh so dutiful brother, had let her. The party was tonight and Haley had commandeered James, Ramon, the gnomes, the minotaur and Frank into helping her decorate. Sam had begged off, not wanting to get in the way and had retreated out to the half pipe in the yard.

He'd climbed to the top to dangled his legs over the edge when he noticed that even the half pipe was decorated with cheery flowers and little sunshine stickers. Sam shook his head and let the stickers be. It made the half pipe a little brighter at least.

Down below on the lawn, the statues were getting decorated in flowery sashes and seemed to be loving. Sam had to admit that even if he wasn't a huge party person, it did seem a little brighter and warmer here now. Haley did good work. Taco appeared in the spot next to Sam before making himself at home in Sam's lap. Sam scritched him underneath his chin and smiled down at the chupacabra.

So far, not a bad way to start a party.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/emails/visits]
necroslacker: (yellow submarine)
A few weeks later, Sam was back in Olympic Park, hiking with new escorts. Ramon was spending some much-needed time with his family. He’d been easing into visits with them since his accident. When Sam told him he felt bad that Ramon had to miss out on family time because of him, Ramon had shrugged and reminded Sam that it could have been much worse. A few misplaced punches in the basement brawl could have resulted in him not seeing his family again ever, unless you counted his funeral.

Final part, whoo! )

[NFB but open for calls/texts. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Nothing objectionable in this post. AND I AM DOOOOOOOOONE WITH THIS CANON CATCHUP. Thank you to anyone who might have been reading along!]
necroslacker: (reason to believe)
Ramon came back a few days later. Things had settled down a bit by that time. Sam was lazing about on the front porch steps, drinking his coffee, petting Taco, and watching the gnomes train Frank in some of their fighting techniques. It was pretty hilarious. He'd bypassed going to the doctor, deciding just to rest his ribs and other injuries. He didn't need to explain this to anyone.

Ramon and Sam have a manly heart to heart! )

[NFB but open for phone calls/texts. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. No warnings for this part. One more post to go in a day or so and then done-zo!]
necroslacker: (come on over)
Brid gave Sam a ride home on Sean’s motorcycle. He’d left the car with Haley so she could bring James back to the house whenever he was ready, and he’d made the rest of the crew follow in Gary’s van.

This part made me cry the first time I read it... )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. It's pretty much all said and done save for some minor wrap up that I'll get to in a day or so. Thank you all for reading! Nothing objectionable in this part!]
necroslacker: (don't stop believin)
Bridin Blackthorn had spent most of her life surrounded by Alpha males. She was used to the swaggering. The posturing. The jockeying for position. But that didn’t mean she always had patience for it. So when Eric grabbed her shoulder and turned her away from the dome, away from her view of Sam—who had just now been blown back against the edge of the circle—she didn’t even think. She reacted, smacking his hand and pushing him back.

And Brid is a badass and Sam manages to do some stuff! )

[NFB but open for calls/texts! Follows this. Post 2 of 2. Taken from Necromancing the Stone and just about at the end! Warning for: post length, violence.]
necroslacker: (ironic)
As the group all sat in Sam's kitchen, Sam was pretty sure they were all thinking about the same two things. One, that Sexy Gary, at least whilst under the glamour, was indeed worthy of his moniker. He was all thick-corded muscle, auburn hair, and dimples. Sam could easily imagine him in a hot firemen calendar or a sexy lumberjack photo shoot. Not that he spent a lot of time imagining those things.

Stupid Sexy Gary! )

[NFB but open for phone calls since there's finally time for him to get a phone call or text, if wanted. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: talk of corpses and insults directed towards Keanu Reeves. ]
necroslacker: (draw the line)
It was dark when they finally got home, and, despite the nap, Sam was still tired. There was a tranquility to the house, with everyone ensconced in individual activities. He headed to my room with a wave to James. He needed some quiet time to think.

And lo, Sam gets a visitor! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length but nothing else objectionable in this part.]
necroslacker: (what i'd say)
Douglas had never spent much time in dreamland. In his childhood, sure, but as he’d gotten older, it seemed like his ticket to the place had been revoked.

Sleep was a dark and static time when nothing happened... )

[NFB, NFI, OOC is cool! Lifted from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: nothing really objectionable here though long post is long. Taco is cute, Ed is my favorite.]
necroslacker: (home)
Over iced coffee, Sam had talked with Haley about Brannoc's murder and the Brid's pack being a mess. It was nice to just talk about it, get it off his chest with someone not as closely connected to the whole thing. It was good to get a a fresh viewpoint.

What Haley suggested... )

[NFB, NFI. Lifted and cut from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length.]
necroslacker: (stand)
Douglas shuddered and wasn't sure when he'd last felt like this: relief and elation so strong that his whole body shook with it. Not since his youth, surely. He turned the key and stumbled into his bungalow, one of his many safe houses he'd purchased when the need to lie low arose.

The room was spotless... )

[NFB, NFI. Lifted and slashed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: length, some blood.]
necroslacker: (cowboy take me away)
When Sam finally swam back to consciousness, it felt like his brain was wounded and was trying to beat its way out of his skull. There was an awful taste in his mouth and his vision was blurry and stinging.

And Mrs. W makes an appearance! )

[NFB. Lifted lovingly from Necromancing the Stone. This was a super long chapter but it's one of my favorites. Open, if needed.]
necroslacker: (total eclipse of the heart)
At some point after the funeral, Sam had passed out in the car. The world had started spinning brutally and he had closed his eyes just to stop from puking again. Sleep had overtaken him.

And canon continues... )

[NFB. TBC since this chapter is super long. Lifted lovingly from Necromancing the Stone Warning for: not much. Nothing objectionable here. Open if you wanna talk to Sam (or, in this case, his sister, mother or James).]
necroslacker: (hurts so good)
Brid leaned in and kissed Sam solemnly on the cheek. When she leaned back, her face was a mask. "What we need is answers, and we’d like you to help us get them. The pack and I would be eternally grateful.”

And we continue on being sad today... )

[NFB. Part 2 of 2. Cut and slashed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length, vomit. Open, but if you want to talk to Sam, you're probably going to get one of his friends at this point due to him being sick.]
necroslacker: (in the midnight hour)
James had found Douglas a cabin. It paled in comparison to the mansion he'd lived in before but going back there wasn't an option as of yet. Douglas had to take what he had and live with it. Soon, though. Soon. He was watching James unpack various supplies.

Canon makes me sad today. )
necroslacker: (i will survive)
Douglas was peering at the coin in James' hand. The coin was attached to a heavy, braided cord that was stained with age and had supposedly once been a hangman's cord. It was the first real thing he'd been able to examine closely since waking up in this state of limbo. James had been his only visitor and Douglas was sincerely hoping this item would mean he could fix both of those issues very soon.

And the canon continues on... )

[NFB. Lifted, paraphrased and buzzed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length and Douglas's general creepiness. Open, if needed.]
necroslacker: (you're so vain)
James had woken Sam up by standing over him and staring. Needless to say, it wasn't the best way to wake up. But, James had apparently decided that right then and there was when Sam needed to see something and he wanted Sam up and moving.

A little more canon... )

[NFB for off island, of course. Warning for: long post, some mild violent imagery. All of this is lifted from Necromancing the Stone. RIP Señor Quackenstein. Open, if anyone wants to call/text]
necroslacker: (goodbye earl)
Brid had invited him over to the den for dinner. At first, Sam had been hesitant about going because a necromancer sitting down to a pleasant dinner with a bunch of werewolves didn't tend to happen. But, Brid had cajoled and his stomach had grumbled at the thought of a large meal so he'd relented and gone.

Before dinner, he'd spent some time with Brid, talking with her and laughing and feeling pretty content with things and with her. And then there'd been dinner. He'd hadn't talked much but he'd eaten a lot and his stomach was protesting by the time the evening came to a close and he was preparing to leave.

Of course, it can't ever be that easy for Sam... )

[NFB but open for interactions, if you'd like. Cut and thwacked with a weed eater from the beginning of Sam's canon just to get it going a little further.]
necroslacker: (turn the page)
Sam could barely get out of his car when he got home. He was trying to tell himself that it was worth it, that learning to fight and defend himself from Brid's brothers would mean he wouldn't constantly end up on his back with blood oozing from some new gash on his body. But, Brid's brothers were large, strong and fast and he was a wimp when compared to them. Sure, they could teach him to fall, teach him to deflect but he was still going to be immediately eat dirt if someone managed to hit him. He just wasn't a fighter and he was absolutely feeling that in his body as he limped inside.

...and then he was face down on the sidewalk. Sam didn't even know what happened but as he turned his face to glance around, he saw an army of gnomes, his own lawn gnomes, giggling and skittering away with what looked like a trip wire. The gnomes had tripped him and they were laughing about it!

"Ugh," Sam said, rolling over onto his stomach and looking up at the sky. He closed his eyes and thought about just going to sleep. It was quiet and the ground wasn't that hard. But, no. He wouldn't do that. Sam opened his eyes and was...now looking into the silver eyes of a familiar cat that he hadn't seen in awhile. Specifically, not since Douglas had been alive.

"Uh." Yeah, Sam was so eloquent this morning.

James just swished his tail like he'd been there the entire time and trotted into the house. So, apparently he was back and that was -- that was something.

Sam groaned and sat up. Okay, so things were happening now so he needed to not nap on the sidewalk. Right, time to get up.

[NFB but open! I'm just setting a few things up for starting his canon soon.]

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