The Houses

Samantha groaned and rubbed her head. "What a dream!!!" She checked her pockets. Where is my phone? Where is it? Wasn't it in my pocket? She got up scratching her head, retracing what she remembered.

Waking up,Check!
Going to the Bathroom Check!
Then blank.

Something happened, she wasn't home. "Where am I? Where am I? Why do I sound like I lost my memory!?!?!" She checked everything, his and her. Sam flared her nose. I live with my mom and brother, not another guy... Guys don't even look my way. She opened the door that hadn't been opened ignoring Zanith. 'WTF!!! A nursery! AM I PREGNANT??? WAS I RAPED??? WHAT HAPPENED!!!" She goes in the room and finally notices Zanith. "Do you know why I'm here? Did you take me here?"

Zane lifted his head off the pillow, meeting her eyes with a level gaze. "Certainly not," he replied, his tone flat. He was slightly offended by the implication that he had kidnapped her.

Running his hands through his hair, as was his habit, he sat up. "And I didn't rape you either. So unless you engaged in unprotected intercourse before you arrived here," he continued, "You should be fine."

Falling silent, he studied the girl before him. Curly red hair crowned her head, framing the brown eyes that glared at him with unmasked hostility. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. Her arms were bare, and her jeans and t-shirt were stained with some type of clay or paint. He couldn't tell which. His eyes slid away from her, returning to the closed curtain of the window.

It was odd that her immediate reaction to the nursery had been the thought that she was pregnant. Zanith wasn't a girl himself of course, but he was fairly sure that most girls wouldn't jump to that conclusion if they found themselves in a house that happened to contain a nursery. He blinked, standing up to move towards the door. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I'd like to get something to eat."

He moved past her, careful not to make physical contact. She already thought he was a rapist, if he'd heard correctly before. No need to agitate her further.

OCC: They all live in separated houses.

Sam looked away, "Nice to meet you..." She stares out the window. Sam remembers she's still carrying the bear. "I kinda pimped out the bear..." she shows it to Zanith. "What do you think?" She stood there holding it out there like she was holding something that he really wanted. But like he really cared.

Zane's gaze traveled down to the bear. The sight of the now checkered bow was such a surprise that a laugh escaped from between his lips. For some reason, he found the now less-than-perfect bear a welcome and humorous sight. Stress, he supposed.

"Nice," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Way to stick it to them."

Moving away from the fridge, he savored the lightened mood for a moment, trying to secure it in his memory. For some reason, he felt that moments like these might become few and far between in the coming days. If that was so, he wanted to hold on to each happy, carefree moment. He wanted to keep them close, even if they were brought about by a girl he hardly knew.

Scratching the back of his neck, glanced at Sam. The moment of levity had passed, and his expression had darkened again. "I'm going to take a shower. So if you need to use the bathroom," He trailed off, and the offer hung in the air as he waited for her response. "I may take a while. I want to scrub all this grime off of me. And I smell weird. Not...bad, just different." Zanith stopped abruptly, wondering why he was talking so much. He blamed it on the stress again. And the lack of other people to talk to. He supposed he really was relieved that he wasn't stuck in this house all by himself. People went insane that way. Zane refused to become some psychotic bimbo who could only drool and talk insanely to themself. He recoiled from the image that thought presented.