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Sage Blackwood [19] "When you try to be original, expect to be copied."
Samuel Williams [15] "I deal with the cases that require a bit more discretion." WIP
Eloise Pardon [13] "I don't know how much longer I can stay satisfied with just this. There has to be more. There's always more."
Piper Torres [13] 'Let's just forget about the past, yeah?'
Amelia Cardozo [12] Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Sebastian Gray [11] "You brought this on yourself, Piper."
Severin Macer [9] All work and no play makes Sev a dull boy.
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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.
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.
“Oh, 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. “Hey, 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.
“Well, 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 “breakfast” was starting to kick in and most ideas would sound wonderful in her suggestive state.
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. “Hey, 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.
“Well, 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 “breakfast” was starting to kick in and most ideas would sound wonderful in her suggestive state.
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?
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?
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, thestripper 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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Samuel
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.
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.
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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