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Samuel

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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.

         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. “I’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.

“I 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. “I’m starving, I’m sad and I've never been one to turn down a free meal. “ Amelia offered with a slight grin and a shrug.

         

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Charity stares at him with an admirably even expression, somehow managing to gain the control to hide her expression of horror and embarrassment, even managing her breathing and focus in such a way so as to minimize any flushing that would otherwise be a certainty on her face. This is certainly not what she wanted out of today, and she is far too exhausted to deal with it, still running on those three hours of sleep from a good while ago. But luck isn't on the side of the woman, it rarely seems to be, as she faces perhaps the biggest tool in the building. His smug voice and throaty chuckle makes her want to slap him, but the woman has more control than that, and is accustomed to such expressions and tones. She is a stripper, after all, and what else can she expect from the customers here? It is hardly common to find courtesy from her patrons. Still, the recognition in his eyes magnifies it all, and she can practically see the judgment dancing across that dreadful face of his. Her face remains steely all the same, betraying as little as she possibly can keep back, including the contempt she feels.

However, when he refers to Hope as 'the kid,' something flashes across her face for a moment, and her muscles seem to tense very slightly, sudden anger replacing her embarrassment. The dismissive way in which he addresses her daughter isn't really helping to boost Charity's, for Brandi is now very much gone, opinion of him. And yet, looking over at his companion, Eloise, she recalls her name to be, helps Charity to restrain herself. Something about her embarrassed expression makes Charity feel ashamed, because the woman seems to be embarrassed for her sake. In all honestly, Charity isn't quite sure if that is entirely better. It is something that she can't fault Eloise for, but that makes the feeling of dread knot in the pit of her stomach like a snake that slithered around in a tight space until it was tangled up with itself.

Don't look at me like that, Charity thinks towards the both of them, as though the mental message can somehow transcend the gap between them. It seems particularly aimed towards the faultless Eloise. I'm not ashamed. I'm supporting myself and my daughter, the thoughts sound more as though she is telling herself something, but they aren't entirely a lie. Charity would rather be doing this and supporting her family than forcing her daughter to live on the streets, or having Hope taken away from her forever. This is the far more favorable alternative, as far as Charity is concerned. Don't pity me. That much she must allow Sebastian, in all of his sliminess. He does not seem to pity her. It hardly makes up for his personality in general, but somehow it is more bearable. For once, the familiarity of it is good- because unapologetic slime balls, she can handle. Looks of pity and embarrassment, on the other hand, she cannot.

"I want you to dance for her while I watch." Charity doesn't look either of them in the eye, but her gaze slides over towards Eloise, as though waiting for some sort of reaction. She focuses on her nose, but for the briefest moment allows her eyes to flicker up to meet the girls', which are so filled with remorse and disgust. Disgust that seems to quickly turn towards Sebastian as even Charity can see the invisible line she seems to draw between the two. That simple look holds such emotion that Charity feels as though she is invading her privacy simply by standing there, and that makes her hyperaware of her makeup and hair, which are so foreign to Charity, even if Brandi knows them well.

In a flash, the blonde girl is standing and sweeps out of the room in a silent motion, brushing Charity to the side and shutting the door so that Charity is left alone in the room with him. She turns towards him slightly, body angled away, her eyes focusing as though she is looking at something just behind him, or is staring straight through him. "Her name is Hope," Charity murmurs, before finally meeting him in the eye briefly, her gaze defiant for that moment. "Not that kid," she adds for clarification, returning her gaze to stare straight through him as though he is not there. As though she is alone in the room.