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Kohana Creek

Kohana Creek

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Samuel Williamson

As a well dressed man, standing beside an equally well dressed woman, grabs the attention of the crowd, Samuel immediately frowns very slightly. He doesn't particularly like the look of this man, because he reminds him of some of the slimier clients that the firm has dealt with. To be completely fair, he represented those men, and got them off on charges that they were without a doubt guilty of. Still, as the man begins to introduce himself and the woman, apparently his wife, Samuel wonders where Keilani is. To be completely honest, he'd been under the impression that she'd be running this meeting, not some suit and his trophy wife. He raises an eyebrow, wondering when this man will get to the point. Sure, he doesn't have to be at his meeting for a few hours, but that doesn't mean he wants to waste his time while some stranger introduces himself. Can he please just get to the- of course, Samuel should know by now to be careful what he wishes for, and before he can even finish the thought, Mr. Westbrook has cut through with the rather terrible news which he has apparently called them down to deliver.

Now, Samuel had never actually been particularly close to Keilani, to be honest. She was a sweet old lady, and he'd certainly step in to defend her if need be, but he lacked the connection that others had with the landlady. Perhaps this was because he rarely had trouble with his apartment, and never required any financial help from her. But hearing about the death of someone that he had simply viewed as a constant is still rather terrible, especially when one has important matters to deal with later. He is able to keep himself calm with the reminder that she had been getting up there in age. A bit more concerning, to be honest, is that he can see Sage talking to Amelia by the coffee machine and, from his expression, is rather certain that he isn't discussing funeral plans for the late Mrs. Fergosa. Shit, Sage, what are you doing? he thinks to himself, but before he can go over, Mr. Westbrook has begun speaking once more, smiling despite the news he delivers. Having moved on rather briskly form the loss of the old woman, he brings it to the topic that the man is obviously more interested in: Money.

Of course. It's just business, in the end, Samuel thinks coolly, both understanding and disgusted at Mr. Westbrook's behavior. It's only natural, of course, and he has done the same so many times before. It's a lot easier to be disgusted when you aren't the one profiting from it, right? Reminding himself of this, Samuel merely sighs and massages the bridge of his nose, still listening to Alan's words. He can handle a bit of a raise in rent, of course, but is fully aware that some others won't be able to do the same. Immediately he thinks of Eloise, his brother's closest friend, because he is worried that she won't be able to make up for the increase. Andrew will want us to help her, he muses, trying to figure out whether that will work. He is set to say no to such a request, but will probably give in if Drew is adamant enough about it.

Uninterested in what the man has to say from hereon out, Samuel walks over to Sage, who appears to be trying to get him to come over. "Hey, Sage, Amelia. Tough news, huh? Are you two alright?" he asks, looking over both of them, his expression neutral with a slight leaning towards neutral. Still, the young man isn't a huge fan of tension, and is willing to break it as soon as possible. He rubs the back of his neck and sighs softly.

"A drink? I guess we all could use one, after that news," Samuel agrees, realizing where Sage is going with this. Of course, he isn't sure how terribly wise hitting on his ex's best friend is, but isn't going to point this out right in front of the girl- that would just be tactless. "I don't really know how many good places would be open at this hour, though- rather early, isn't it?" He eyes Amelia's drink enviously, thinking that he would really like coffee and a plate of eggs right now. The man has always been a big believer in breakfast for every meal of the day, when possible.

"Honestly, I could go for some coffee and a plate of eggs right now," he admits.

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β€œOh, you have no idea.” Amelia sighed with a smile as she thought about her previous shift. Working in the emergency room was definitely the most exciting part of the hospital; of course it had the tendency to be the strangest as well. Patients brought in because they tried bath salts, or were hit by drunk drivers, or people getting things stuck in orifices you wouldn’t believe. Or the insane amount of people who merely came in because they had a cold. Her job could be very tedious if she wasn’t careful to spice things up every once in a while.

Mels was definitely surprised when Sage offered to cook for her, and it immediately set off alarm bells in her head. Every sensible girl knows that you don’t go and hang out with your friend’s ex. You especially don’t let him cook for you or smile at you like that. With a quick glance around, the exotic twenty four year old took note of the fact Giselle had nearly sprinted out of the room. Mels was aware of the fact that Elle would probably take Keilani’s death pretty hard, and that as a good friend she should go and check on her. To be perfectly honest the last thing Amelia wanted to do was to take care of someone else, she wanted someone to take care of her and why not start with a free lunch and a drink? Then she’d go back to her apartment and crash, if she could even sleep after today’s news that is.

Another small smile of greeting crossed Amelia’s face as Samuel made his way over to her and Sage. She was vaguely aware that the two were friends but was finding the fact she was never at home kept her out of the loop when it came to happenings around the complex. β€œHey, Sam, I’m okay, how are you holding up?” Amelia asked seriously, her calm bedside manner taking her over even when she doesn't realize it. Mels might be lazy and a bit selfish but she was a consummate nurse, at least when it came to putting people at ease. Especially those who might be grieving.

β€œWell, apparently Sage is prepared to slave away in the kitchen this morning so…Sam wants eggs, Sage? Do you think you can handle that?” Mels asked a bit saucily, a lopsided grin slipping across her face as she regarded the two very handsome men in front of her. She could do a lot worse when it came to breakfast companions, of course it could be the fact that her β€œbreakfast” was starting to kick in and most ideas would sound wonderful in her suggestive state.

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Sage smiled at Sam and gave a grim nod. "I'll be fine... " Hearing Sam's suggestion about eggs, he would have to admit, that sounded better than getting wasted. "Can I handle cooking eggs?" A scoff, leaning forward, his green eyes would peer into Amelia's, as if he were searching her soul. Though with a cocky grin he merley replied. "I can cook anything you want." Standing straight up he'd stretch breaking eye contact with Amelia. "Yeah, man... eggs sound good." He'd turn his back on both of them, but not before saying, "See you all in my place." With those words, he left, back upstairs.

Opening his apartment, he'd swarm around making sure things were clean enough. He was a clean man, but just in case. Once he was satisfied, he got many things ready for breakfast. He himself, wanted an omlete. Sighing, he got out veggies, cheese, eggs, milk, everything and anything he could think of.

He was actually glad Sam was there this morning...though something didn't feel right about hitting on Gissey's friend. Sage shoved that little voice down. Giselle knew where he lived, if she needed him. If she ever wanted him back. Why should he have to do all the work? Then that little voice came back, saying something about the diamond engagement ring he had gotten the latina.

Sage turned to his freezer and grabbed a bottle of his Jack Daniels, Honey Whiskey. Taking a few long sips, that voice was hushed. Sage wasn't drunk, no, he was just a little buzzed. Whatever it takes to forget her right?

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Character Portrait: Eloise Pardon Character Portrait: Matthew Granger Character Portrait: Piper Torres Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Giselle Torres Character Portrait: Sebastian Gray Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo Character Portrait: Severin Macer
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Sebastian sat on the love seat angled so that his legs were hanging off of the side. He rubbed at his chin methodically while casting his eyes over to Severin and Piper. The memory of her flashing through his mind. He remembered everything, and even if she wanted to pretend she didn't -- he did. Of course there was always that tremendous amount of guilt he felt after the vivid flashback would fade. His best friend, his only 'real' friend aside from the other people who only stuck around for his money while Sev had actually cared and respected the man he went ahead and betrayed him.

Lazily, he bring his eyes over to Amelia who sat in the chair adjacent to him. When Sage approached her, Sebastian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in confusion. Wasn't Giselle in her like close friends? According to Piper. And didn't she in Sage just end their relationship? Also something related to him through the grapevine. Not that he was one to talk, however, Sebastian knew it was extremely tacky for either one of them to be passing digressions. The admiration that he felt for the man was starting to dissipate... Perhaps Sage isn't as honorable as he thought. Then, the stripper woman from last night holding a sleeping child entered the lobby. The reason for him and Eloise falling out hours ago. She didn't look like a 'Brandi' right now. Her sparkling barely there outfit, dark sultry make-up; all traces were gone and today, she simply looked a mom who literally just rolled out of bed.

Shaking his head in disappointment, it was then the man known as Alan Westbrook step in between the furnishings. The brief introduction was set off by a deliverance of terrible news. News that forced Sebastian to sit up in his chair. A hint of lugubriosity at hearing Alan announce the death of Keilani Fergosa. Not that he was anything extremely close to the woman, Sebastian still had a beating heart that sympathized. Although he wouldn't cry, he'd still have that sorrowful tinge at the bottom of hit stomach.

As Alan concluded, Sebastian waved off everything else the man said. A simple one-hundred fifty was nothing to worry him, though the same couldn't be said for others. In fact the obtrusion might have been a good way to allow Sebastian to better control his finances. Or at least he could find less money to waste on drugs and such. After Alan stepped aside with Matthew, the maintenance man, Sebastian glanced over where he saw Giselle leave the room followed by a few others. Voices from his left caught his attention and he directed his eyes over as well. Finding that Sage was again pursuing Amelia after the Latina had already left the room. He found himself nearly rolling his eyes, but not at Sage rather Amelia herself for even agreeing. Wasn't there some MTV show about a 'Girl Code' or something? Not that he watched it, he was sure something about seeing a best friends ex was definitely against it.

But he ended up shaking his head about it and looked over to Severin and Piper again. It was still early, his stomach was calling out to him to be fed. Wouldn't be the first time the trio went out for some grub with him being the third wheel. However, that wasn't after he slept with Piper so things weren't as awkward as they were now. Well, Sebastian will openly admit that he likes to see Piper on edge whenever he comes around; that his nature, his bipolar nature. Instead of mentioning how they should go to the bistro he decided against it. Actually, a little alone time could serve the young male some good.

Sebastian shifted up fro his seat on the sofa, with out regard he walked over to the couple to bid a farewell until he returned. "Sev, I'm go out for a bit, I'll see you guys later." Upon his exit, Sebastian briefly saw Eloise still sitting in her seat on the sofa. The anger was still lingering, still wafting through his conscious and in time she would be re-paid with what she deserved but now he desired something else. A distraction. So with that, he shoved his hands into his pocket and started for the door to gest the rest of his day.




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Elle had for some time made it up to her apartment. For the past twenty minutes she went straight to cleaning, scrubbing an washing. There wasn't a whole lot to do but she needed something to distract herself from what she heard earlier. So she sat on the living room floor, vigorously scrubbing down her wooden TV stand with a towel, spraying pledge over the surface and resuming her scrubs. The stand was well clean swipes ago but she continued to avoid bringing her attention to the sadness.

But it was no use. A tear expelled itself from her eyes while the onslaught of several more followed immediately after. Crying was something she disliked doing, yet it always made her feel that much better after she got everything out. It have been the hormones that accrued her emotions. Elle lifted her arm to her eyes and used the side of it to wipe away the moisture on her face. She knew the woman, thought of her as a friend and it was hard excepting that was gone. This was the first real death that had to deal with, crying was the normal correspondence but she wanted to do something productive with her time.

The brunette stood to her feet and went to put away the cleaning supplies. After returning to her bedroom, she slipped off her dress and into a pair of black gym shirt and matching tank top. She grabbed her gym bag -- the one she rarely uses -- and grabbed a towel, wraps, I-pod, her cell phone and after returning to the kitchen Elle packed a few bottles of water. Next, Elle once gain grabbed her keys and left her apartment. Her short elevator ride was peaceful and calming, it wasn't until one of the panel lights began sparking in and out until it finally gave out. She stared up at the ceiling til the door slid open with a ding. Making a metal note to put a work order in before the end- Monday, Elle headed out into the hall and over to the doors to the gym. It was fairly empty, only a young man working out on the bars being spotted by another man. Minding her own business, much like she did when ever she did frequent the gym, she headed over to the treadmill and placed her I-pod earphones in her ears to listen to a song to help ease her run.

Beads of sweat began to seep to the surface around her shoulders and hairline. The drop ran down the side of her face, meanwhile she steadily brought the machine down to a complete stop. Elle rested her body against the frame of the treadmill as she tried catching her breath. Quickened sporadic pants soon turned into deep labored breaths for a few minutes. Taking in a large amount water refreshed her dry mouth but she wasn't done yet. She spent another fifteen minutes on working out on machine and compartments until her burning legs couldn't take anymore. And just like that, the quilted sadness was masked by burning exhaust. After polishing off the rest of bottle, Elle collected her things and left the gym.

Returning too her apartment about five minutes later, she placed her back on the floor in her closet. Elle massaged her shoulder progressively while using her vacant hand to until her shoelaces. She headed into the bathroom where she would shower, but something wasn't right. A quick shrill arise from her after freezing water made contact with her skin. Surprised by it because she was sure the dial was set too hot her hand came over to switch it to the other side. As if it were possible, the water got even colder so she quickly flipped i back to the other side. There was a slight change in temperature yet she figured it was just taking a bit longer to warm up. Elle continued with her shower, still hoping that the water would heat up but it never did. Eventually her body got use to the cool water and she finished up like normal.Another problem... another problem that really didn't want to wait until Monday to get fixed and even then there was no guarantee that it would get fixed that day. Obviously feeling. Besides, she did really did want to make sure he was doing okay; kill two birds with one stone.

Elle left her own apartment, departing over to Matthew's. Much like the movies where the front door was slightly open, a knock on the door caused the already ajar door to be pushed opened further. "Matthew? It's Elle." She called out but received no answer. Something told her to just leave... it didn't seem like he was home and even if he wasn't she really didn't want his door to be wide open for all to see. After debating for a few seconds, ultimately she decided to just call out for him and if he didn't answer then she would leave. Ignoring that feeling of rush, Elle pushed her way inside. Everything seemed so... so Matthew from where she was standing.

"Matthew?" Again she called out to him while vacillating further into his apartment. Bringing her eyes in view of the living room , Elle gradually peered in. Coming into view was Mr. Granger laying down on the floor. "Matthew? Are you alright?" Elle quickly came around the sofa and over to where he was lying on the floor. She kneeled down beside him and slowly brushed the hair plaiting his forehead. The woman took the time to get a better look at him, the visage of Matthew nearly left her aghast.




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It was with only a mild flinch that Matthew allowed himself to be guided away by his new landlord, the hand on his back unfamiliar and unwelcome. Still, he didn't retreat from the touch, didn't ask the older man to keep out of his personal space despite visibly stiffening at the contact. Matthew was, by nature, not confrontational and the sooner this meeting was over, the sooner his future in Kohana Creek was spelled out in front of him, the sooner he could leave and do... something. He didn't know what, and the options that had begun to appear in his mind were less than optimal.

He relaxed minutely when Mr. Westbrook's hands returned to his sides, but not completely as the man began to speak. The words were comforting enough, dashing away any worry he had over losing his job, but the way that he said them didn't sit well with Matthew. The grin painted on the other man's face- confident and showing too many teeth, a smile that was practiced- that Matthew had glimpsed when his eyes finally risked settling on the other man felt inappropriate given the situation. The mention of Keilani, of her own doing in keeping Matthew's job safe and sound, made him feel ill, a sharp pang of loss ringing through him once more. Of course she had- she was Keilani, she wouldn't leave anyone to fend for themselves if she could help it. It was just the type of person that she was. Even after passing away, she was taking care of him.

Despite the situation, the compliments, the acknowledgement of his own value to Kohana Creek, made him embarrassed in a pleasant sort of way. If it had been a normal point of time, he might have even managed a bashful smile or even stammered out a thank-you, especially when he talked about a promotion. A promotion. He couldn't quite fathom it and everything was happening too fast for him to really understand- benefits, hot coworkers(it wouldn't be until later that he realized how weird that was coming from his new boss), new beginnings on Monday all swirled together in his mind in a sort of chaotic cloud.

"Yeah, tomorrow," He finally breathed out, then added, voice perhaps a little louder than intended, "Thank you- I mean... Thanks." He made his escape then, quickly passing by other tenants still milling about the lobby, ignoring his neighbors and their reactions in favor of following his one-tract mind, intent on reaching his apartment and soon. The elevators were filling quickly, so he made a bee-line towards the stairs. The climb would take a while, but at this time on a Saturday, they would assuredly be empty. It wasn't like he had to really worry about anyone else following behind, either- most avoided the long trek up if they lived any higher than the fifth floor.

The only downside of taking the stairs, however, was being lost in his own thoughts, the tapping noise of his feet on the steps the only other sound in the stairway. The reality of the situation was slowly setting in and his hands began to tremble once more, eyes burning with the tears that threatened to well up without any distractions to keep them at bay. Loss wasn't foreign to Matthew, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with, nor did the memories of his last attempt to cope with something like this. He needed a distraction, any sort of distraction- he couldn't sit and wallow in his own sorrow, suffering silently in his apartment. What was that saying- idle hands are the devil's playthings?

The trek up to the twenty-third floor was suddenly over and the maintenance man nearly ran to his door, fumbling for his key and not bothering to fully shut the door behind him. Matthew took a deep breath only for it to be cut off in an almost choking sob as his eyes glanced around the room looking for something, anything to do now. He was at a loss. His apartment didn't feel safe right now, more enclosed than anything, like it was trapping him within the room. It was suffocating him, closing in on him until a sudden chime broke into his meltdown. His phone. His phone. He scrambled over to his coffee table, answering the cell phone right before the ringing noise was supposed to stop.

"Hello?"

"I thought you weren't going to answer, Matty. Stay up too late partying last night?" A familiar voice gently teased and this time Matthew actually did sob, but from relief. Simon. Oh, thank God, Simon.

"Matty?" He didn't answer at first, despite the concern in his friend's voice, just curled up on the floor, sobbing. Because now it was safe because there was someone to talk to. He was alone in the room, but not alone at the same time.

"Matty, what's going on? Matthew, talk to me, please," Simon's voice was more frantic now, more serious if the lack of nickname meant anything.

"Keilani's dead." It wasn't the most eloquent statement, choked out through his tears, nor was it the best way to get into a conversation. There was an audible pause on Simon's end, a quick intake of breath and Matthew could kick himself because Keilani had been Simon's actual friend, not landlady and employer. He didn't deserve to have it broken to him like that, with even less finesse than Alan Westbrook's announcement. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. Thank you for telling me." If there was a catch in the professor's voice, Matthew pretended not to hear it. "Are you okay, Matty?"

"Yes." No. He meant no, but he didn't want to worry Simon, not really. "My, uh, the job. The new landlord is keeping me, giving me a raise. Benefits. He seems... nice." Nice wasn't quite the right word, but it made everything sound a little more optimistic than it really was.

"I didn't ask about your job, Matty. Are you okay?"

"Yes." There he went again, the lie so obvious that he wasn't quite sure why he was even trying. "The funeral, it's- Tomorrow. At noon. Are you...?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for anything," Simon reassured and Matthew let out another little sob of relief because as nice as it was to hear his friend, his support, he'd prefer him to physically be there, to be able to keep Matthew from doing something stupid.

"Lana and I will be back as soon as possible." A pause again. "Matty? You're strong, you know that? You're one of the strongest people I know. We'll be back soon, okay? Are you going to be all right in the meantime?"

"Probably." Maybe. Yes. No. He didn't know. He heard the double meaning behind the words 'Don't do anything stupid. Don't give in.' "I'll see you when you get back." Get back soon, please.

"Okay. I'll see you then, Matty." The other man waited a beat before all Matthew could hear was a dial tone. He slumped over onto the floor, clutching the phone in his hands. The relief only lasted a minute before that feeling of suffocation came back, an itching, irritating need spreading across his body. The room was too quiet and not quiet enough, his mind was racing again and he felt so stupid. He'd only just hung up and here he was, breaking down again. As if sensing that weakness, emotion was welling up inside of him, an ache of pain and loss threatening to pull him under.

The thing about drugs was that he didn't miss them. He didn't miss the smell- it was disgusting, noxious and biting-, he didn't miss the sight, the taste. It was the aftereffects that he missed, that tranquility and calm or, in other occasions, euphoria and pure bliss. With that he didn't have to deal with this pain, with the anguish or the emptiness. He didn't know how to cope without them, really. He'd never had to before, had never tried to.

His fingers brushed over the keypad of his phone, familiar numbers trailing through his mind. Miranda, Blake, Jazz... They were all just a phone-call away. His thumb hesitated before pressing down. 6-7-5-

"Matthew? Are you alright?" The voice was accompanied by a hand tenderly brushing his forehead, and he couldn't help but startle, shooting up into sitting position and skittering away from the intruder. He blinked, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"Ms. Torres? Elle?" Even in his shock, he had to correct himself. "What are you doing here?" He must have looked a right mess, face wet and red from crying, probably a bit of snot that he hastily wiped away with his sleeve(pretty criers, Matthew was convinced, were only on television or in the movies- no one looked good crying).

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Character Portrait: Hope Louis Character Portrait: Sage Blackwood Character Portrait: Charity Louis Character Portrait: Samuel Williams Character Portrait: Amelia Cardozo
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Charity looks around briefly at the others, scanning the crowd to see if anyone seems to have an idea about what is going on. Seeing no signs of awareness on the faces of anyone but the stranger at the front of the group, she gives in and watches him. The young mother doesn't really stand with any other people at the moment, not on the fringes but not clearly near anyone in particular, other than her daughter, of course. Hope starts to stir slightly, so Charity looks about for an open chair that she may place her daughter in for the moment. Seeing none, she shifts the little girl's position in her arms slightly, and continues to wait for the news. What comes next feels like a punch in the stomach, sudden and painful. Her grip on Hope is suddenly tighter when the man, who introduces himself as Alan Westbrook, announces the death of Keilani Fergosa. It seems that only a few weeks ago, the elderly woman had been kind enough to watch Hope for her while Charity worked. Until only a few hours ago, the kindly landlady had been the only one who knew about Charity's employment, but she had never judged the young mother for this- not openly, anyway, though Charity trusts that she hadn't done so privately, either. I knew that she was sick, but, the young woman takes a deep breath to steady herself. Besides, if she seems to be overly sad, it might disturb Hope, who opens her eyes now and again before drifting back to sleep.

Someone hands Charity a pamphlet, though she can't entirely recall taking it, merely finding it within her free hand. She looks at it blankly for a moment, before stroking Hope's hair with the same hand. She doesn't have a pocket, and so it remains in her hand as she holds her daughter and absorbs the information. Perhaps she hadn't been as close as some to Mrs. Fergosa, but the elderly woman had been like an angel, a saint, to Charity, and the loss of her is like an icicle stabbed through her stomach, sending a chill up her spine and making her feel inexplicably cold all over. It is hardly a pleasant feeling, that much is true, but she can't do anything about it, despite a sudden urge to put on a thick coat and fall asleep with Hope in her arms.

Not really giving the people as much time as they need, or at least deserve, to absorb the information, the smartly dressed man speaks back up, drawing attention to him and his clearly well taken care of wife. They practically smell of money, the sort of people who were born and raised in it, and have grown distant from others because of it. Distant from those who do not walk in the same radiance as them, anyway. This is painfully clear by his next few comments, which strike Charity in an entirely different way than the news of Keilani's death had. She begins running the math in her head, realizing that they are going to have to start cutting back to fit this new rent. Rather than the chill from before, a wave of nausea comes over the young woman, who has to tense every muscle in order to keep her knees from buckling and from needing to lean against something. $150 is grocery money, is clothing allowance- it's Hope's field trips and other school expenses. Having resolved long ago to give her daughter as best as she can, Charity immediately begins to think about how she can cut down on her own expenses. About which meals she can skip over, or what purchases aren't really necessary.

The mother buries her face into her daughter's shoulder for a moment, whispering "I love you" to her, before taking another deep breath and looking over at Mr. Westbrook. He seems to have finished his briefing, which is some sort of relief for the young woman. I can just work longer hours from now on, she thinks. To be honest, the woman, only 21 and yet so much older, has knots of stress and is probably developing a stomach ulcer from the same demon- stress. But all of that is low on her list of priorities, and so go unchecked. Hope had begun to wake up now, and squirmed to be let onto the floor. Charity outs her down, but still grips her daughter's hand.

"Mommy, what's happened?" she asks, so Charity sighs, not really wanting to explain this to Hope, but knowing that lying to children about things like death is a terrible idea. "How about we go and get something to eat, okay?" she says, something which Charity agrees with immediately, asking if they can go to a diner she likes that serves delicious milkshakes. Despite knowing that, from hereon out, they'll have to be more careful about funds, Charity smiles and agrees to her daughter's request. They pop upstairs so that Charity can properly brush her hair, wash her face, dress Hope, put on sandals, and go.



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Samuel raises an eyebrow at Amelia, hearing the sudden shift in her tone, and smiles slightly, running his hands through his hair once again. "Oh, I'm fine. I was never really that close to her- not that it isn't sad, of course," he adds quickly, not wanting to come off as completely uninterested in the death of someone who was near to him, to an extent. Still, he prefers to avoid tension like this, and will usually suppress it or allow it to slide off of him like water off of a well-made rain coat. He understands that she is probably being careful, in case he does have any trauma at the death of Keilani, and is doing his best to put those concerns to rest immediately, because he dislikes people tip toeing about, generally speaking, especially when there isn't any actual need to be doing so.

When Amelia challenges Sage about his skill at egg making, Samuel chuckles slightly and turns his attention back to his friend, who immediately responds that he can cook anything she wants. Whereas I burn toast, Samuel thinks to himself, although in not a self pitying or bitter way- rather a good-humored acknowledgement of his own terrible skills in the kitchen. There is a reason that his diet consists almost entirely of takeout and microwavables, after all. It isn't just laziness, but the result of complete and utter incompetence- incompetence which seems beyond help, to be completely honest.

As Sage begins to walk away, Samuel calls out after him, "I'll be expecting an omelet, then!" before looking back over towards Amelia and smiling again, putting his hands in his pockets. He has no need to go back to his apartment, already bathed and dressed quite nicely, with his wallet and such should he need to leave immediately after attending breakfast at Sage's place. "Are you okay, though?" he asks her courteously, realizing that she is the only one in the trio that has not been offered some sort of comfort, or subtly asked if they need comfort, over the lightning news. Being a nurse doesn't make a person immune to grieving over death, and her cheer may very well all be a show, put on because Sam and Sage aren't exactly exhibiting vulnerability in light of recent news.

"I know Giselle was close to Mrs. Fergosa, but were you as well? You don't really need to have breakfast with us if you don't want to," he says, trying to sound at least moderately gentle without giving the image of tiptoeing or anything like that. After all, such a thing would be hypocrisy, wouldn't it?

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Amelia crossed her arms across her chest and smirked at Sage as he made his farewells and made his way to his apartment. Where he’d be making eggs she assumed. At this point the day had all ready been so surreal there was probably nothing anyone could say to make it any stranger. Less than four hours ago she’d been on a bus from the hospital back to her apartment and all she could think about was a bath and sleep. Funny, how the day changes with no notice or warning. Amelia had steadily come to realize that apparently that was just how life worked and it pissed her off.

Looking back towards Samuel she shrugged lightly and looked away, a small, sad smile playing at her lips. β€œI’m fine I think. I don’t know.” She replied, unsure of how to address the grief she was feeling. This was exactly why she needed a drink, so she could just forget. Blot out all the pain and sense of loss with whatever was handy. This meant breakfast and a drink with a couple of near strangers. Whatever it took so she didn't have to be alone with her thoughts.

β€œI met Keilani when I was her nurse. She was brought into the E.R, horrible cough that wouldn't stop and she’d finally had enough of it. She was so nice to me, kind. I guess she saw something in me she liked because she offered me an apartment and I've been here ever since. But she’s not and it really fucking blows.” Amelia answered honestly, her dark eyes finally looking up at Sam. She was pretty sure he hadn't asked her how she was doing because he actually cared but because he was courteous. The same way she’d ask someone how they were doing, people weren't so different really when you thought about it.

Feeling slightly brazen she held out her arm as if to escort Samuel to Sage’s apartment. β€œI’m starving, I’m sad and I've never been one to turn down a free meal. β€œ Amelia offered with a slight grin and a shrug.

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Samuel gave the nurse his most tender expression, and it wasn't even entirely false. It had the potential to be, as he has used the expression on many before when he cannot sympathize with a client, but needs to come across as though he does. Emotion can be a huge thing when presenting a case to the jury, and so the young lawyer knows exactly how to react to anything thrown his way- at least as far as expression and tone goes. Still, knowing that many of the people of Kohana Creek were very connected to the landlady, he does feel sincere sympathy for her- especially about the fact that Amelia appears rather conflicted when it comes to her emotions towards the passing of Missus Fergosa. After all, he's kind of unsure about it as well, though the man likely leads a bit more towards unaffected than the woman before him does, he supposes.

He remains silent as she explains herself to him, though he doesn't need any sort of defense for her feeling uncertain about the situation. People are like that, though: often very quick to explain themselves, regardless of whether it is necessary or not. This seems to especially be the case when the thing is very emotionally involved, perhaps because they don't really realize that no one is expecting them to become defensive as they tend to. Even Samuel is occasionally guilty of his behavior, though perhaps to a lesser degree than many others are. The only thing that can really tug at his emotions would have to be family, and he only has two family members left: his retired mother, to whom he sends money regularly, and his brother, who lives with him. The man normally comes across as rather selfish, or rather is selfish, but doesn't make it obvious, but when it comes to family he is willing to set his own interests aside. That's why he's voluntarily supporting both his mother and his brother, and even had begun to consider making arrangements, if asked, to help his brother's closest friend- she means a lot to Andrew, after all, and it's nice to see him care about someone.

He looks down at Amelia, who has a look of realization in her eyes, but, despite the fact that she now realizes that he isn't actually incredibly interested, does a rather fantastic job of looking very involved in the brief story she had given. "Right. I hadn't really known her outside of being a landlady- I suppose I can't claim any sentimentality, unfortunately. It would have been nice to, though," he adds, another measure so that he doesn't appear completely heartless in regards to the death.

"Right- save the mourning for the funeral, eh?" he agrees with a smile, obligingly looping his arm into Amelia's, though he adjusts it slightly, being taller than her. "To Sage's, then? Hopefully he's made omelets," Samuel comments, before leading Amelia upstairs. It's a short walk before they have reached Sage's apartment. Samuel drops Amelia's arm and knocks on the door, awaiting Sage's response.

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Taking a sip of his whiskey, Sage tore off his shirt and tossed it aside, throwing a towel over his shoulder, he started dancing while frying the bacon and grilling the mushrooms and onions. Swiviling the skillets around he cooked the egg. Putting down three seperate plates he closes up the omlets after adding the cheese, mushroom, onioin and bacon. He sighed and heard the knock upon his door.

Setting the plates down on the bar he went and opened the door. Seeing Sam and Amelia at the door he smiled and bowed, "Enter if you dare." He'd say with a chuckle. Walking back in he turned off the stove and set out a few glasses along with bottles of wine, whiskey, burbon. "Anythin else you'd rather have to drink, there's the bar and the fridge. Make yourselves at home." He'd nod at Sam with a wry smile. "I don't got much, but I got enough."

Sage made a mental reminder to go shopping for almost everything.

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