No-Good Class-Skipping Boy
Who: Sammy and Eben!
Where: MSHS
When: Last period
Turmoil roiled through Sammy like waves tossed and turned on the sea by a hurricane as he sat by himself on the side-lawn where he and the others had met for the system-setting-up meeting. Technically he should have been inside like everyone else in his last class, but he didn’t want to sit in there anymore. He also didn’t want to go home once the final bell rang, to be honest. He just wanted to…sit. And do nothing. Yes.
When he thought about it further, though, Sammy knew that he couldn’t just sit here forever, trying to take root in the yard. It wouldn’t fly. First off, doing so would mean that he left his Nana and Geo alone with Helen, and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for that; because what if something happened to them because of him doing so? No, he wouldn’t stay here for forever, he’d just stay here until he was calm and didn’t feel like crying anymore. Hopefully that would be long enough.
Gods…
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Eben didn't happen to be in class either. He'd sort of gotten a pass to take some photographs, though he was more distracted today than usual, even. Which was kind of a feat. He'd had a good time with Stacey, he'd learned about vampires and other weird things, he still looked a little beat to shit and the stitches he had were itching like hell, but all in all he was in a pretty good mood. That was, until he caught sight of Sammy, who was looking kind of alone and miserable. So he ambled over. "Hey, Sammy. Long time no see." he said, squatting down next to his mute friend. "You okay?" he asked. Unfortunately in Eben's case--he was pretty damn uninformed. He didn't know what had really happened yet, or hadn't put it together properly, since he hadn't recalled Sammy's last name.
But clearly, something wasn't on, so he wanted to find out what it was. Therefore--asking!
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The Eben!scent was what first alerted Sammy to his friends approach, and the voice asking if he was okay confirmed that his friend was beside him. Sammy was about to nod his head to say that he was okay, but stopped after a moment's thought. If Eben was asking if he was okay, then he must look pretty miserable, so there was no use lying and saying that he was because, well, it'd be obvious that he was lying. And it really didn't fly. He turned his head, tipping it to the side as his lower lip found its way between his teeth and he chewed on it. Yes he was fidgeting, but he wasn't really about to stop or anything.
"As well as I can be. House burned down Saturday. I'm staying with my sister and her boyfriend."
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Eben read, then blinked. Wait, hadn't there been a house fire on the news or something? Shit. "Man, I'm sorry." he said immediately, sitting down properly next to Sammy. "Are you alright? I mean...what's going on with that? Need anything? Sorry I missed that, it's been.." he trailed off. It had been crazy-insane lately is what it had been, and well. Probably everyone knew that. Apparently, crazy-insane just hadn't actually stopped for Sammy. That didn't seem right. He put a hand on Sammy's back, in a kinda-sorta half hug, though he knew a lot of guys sort of twitched at that sort of thing. So he didn't want to overstep, but he wasn't going to balk from comfort either if he was able to give it.
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Sammy was learning not to twitch at the contact, though who knew how long that would last living with Helen and Marek. Yeah, if they went and decided to make with the random 'comforting touches' that he expected from his Nana, and was learning to deal with from his friends? Things would not be cool. At all. He managed a smile though it looked more like a grimace than anything as he rubbed at the back of his head. "Alright. Not hurt. Just sad." Was he allowed to win an Understatement-of-the-Year award? If so, he should. "Someone came by yesterday. Brought clothes. This - comfort - is good. Thank you." It was, really. Even though it wouldn't bring his parents back, the comfort was apreciated. "How are you?"
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"Okay. Went on a date the other day. Got beat up by vampires a bit back. Things are a little crazy. Do you need more clothes? You and I are kinda the same size-ish, you can come raid mine, if you'd like." he offered easily, not really having a problem with that at all. He'd just get new ones eventually, or something. It wasn't a huge concern with him. "Actually if there's anything you need, you can have it, if I've got it." he added.
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"Date with who?" That was one thing they could talk about. A nice thing they could talk about! It didn't involve vampires or burning or anything terrible like that. It was good. Until he asked if he needed anything. Sammy's shoulders rose in a shrug at that question, curls brushing his (well, Marek's) band t-shirt (Iris this time). "And do not really know right now. Have to see after sister's boyfriend takes me shopping." And that was going to be a fun, oh yes. "Anyhow. Date with who?" Back to the other - preferred - subject.
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"Stacey." Eben answered. "She's beautiful. But then, so are you." he said. "And okay, well, just lemme know if you need anything, it's yours." he assured him. "But yeah, went out with Stacey. I took pictures of her at the carnival when it was in town. She's a witch, I think." They hadn't exactly talked about it in so many words, really. Or at least, not in depth.
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"Everyone is beautiful," Sammy wrote, then, taking being told that he was beautiful as maybe, like, Eben not wanting to compliment someone and then have the person he was talking to feel left out. "I know Stacey, too. A friend, and witch is right. Good witch, not bad. She Wards stuff. Was going to have her ward house, but burned now."
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"Yeah, but some are more beautiful than others." Eben said, smiling at Sammy warmly. "And yeah? Well that's cool, she should then." She'd never offered to ward his house. But then again, she didn't seem to talk to him about that stuff, so maybe that was why. "You should have her ward your new place then. Wherever you're staying." he decided. Behind them, a sign for the bike path randomly decided now was the time to give up the ghost, and the metal part of the sign clattered to the ground. Eben barely glanced back.
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"She says, wards need approval." Sammy was looking back over his shoulder now, taking in the road/bike sign, pondering it. "Don't think Marek or Helen would. So can't." He wasn't even going to bring it up with either of them. "If not approved, they...twist. Go funny." At least that was what he thought she meant when explaining them. "If your parents said yes, and you wanted, she could, I think." Oh, he wanted the sign...maybe he'd pick it up on the way out of school.
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"Really? Huh." Eben said. He didn't know a whole lot about magic, really. He'd met a lot of weirdness in his time, in fact, he was a bit of weirdness, but he didn't know a whole lot about anything specifically. Absently, he reached up to pick at some of his stitches on the back of his neck. "And I dunno. I don't know if there's anything I feel like I specifically need protection from. I mean, when I got hit by crazy vampires it was because I was out. Which...vampires. Weird." he said thoughtfully. It also kind of didn't occur to him that they were talking vampires and witches like they were normal. Like he didn't expect Sammy to look at him like he was insane.
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Sammy almost said somthing about fire, since candles could tip over at any time, but censored himself, lips pressing firmly together as if he could still talk and it might accidentally come bursting out. No need to take his sarcasm out on Eben, or anyone, really. Even if the candle idea was wrong. "Termites?" He said, instead, since it was the least offensive. "Dry rot?" Yes, he would be going after the sign on his way out. "Or maybe too mundane for wards. Have to ask sometime." And after Eben had mentioned Stacey and witch in the same sentence, there wasn't really a need to censor himself concerning stuff like that. He was speaking about it well, after all.
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Eben smiled a little. "Hard to get termites or dry rot when your house is primarily metal." he said pleasantly. "But anyways. Yeah, I just don't know near enough about that stuff. Do you know much? I've been finding out about weird things lately. Like when this happened?" he said, pointing to his face and the roadrash around his eye. "There was a man who flew." which still wigged him out on some level because it was so random. And he didn't even really remember seeing wings, he was just..flying. At least fae had wings and stuff. They had an excuse.
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...he didn't remember seeing Eben about when Geo was shifted. He was pretty sure he hadn't been around. Like, he was 100% (+1 for good measure) sure the other boy hadn't been around. So it must have been someone else who could fly. Not being clued into Eben's thoughts, Sammy turned to look at him. "Wings, or no?" There. That should clear things up a bit, either way. "Don't know a lot. But learning. Bought a book at Nevermore. Like a compendium. Could le--" He stopped. No, he couldn't lend it. "Gone now, though. Burned."
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"Nevermore?" Eben asked. "And hm. Burned, maybe I could get you a new one or something." he offered. "And wings? Not that I saw. It was just some guy, with a big...I dunno. Gun. There was a lot of shooting going on. And some girl who decapitated a vampire, that was...really sick." he said, making a face. Yeah he could live without ever seeing that again. Ever ever ever.