[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

Sam was sympathetic to how he was struggling with the concept of the calamity that he created, however, Sam was also very impatient. Every second that the man spent looking around, keeping his eyes torn from her boobs (yeah, she caught that and felt like rolling her eyes), and stammering meant one more second less that they had to get out of here. She was so eager to leave that her form even shifted to lean towards the escape, as if it were pulling her by gravity. 

Still, the man finally relented in deciding to trust her and Sam's body sprang into activity. She let out a staccato breath that she had been holding in and then plucked him up from the ground. The moment they stood up she was running, pulling the man behind her like a dog on a leash. They ducked into several twisting and turning alleyways that seemed very much like a maze. However, Sam knew this maze well as this was the illegal underbelly of the city. Like cockroaches, there were few people out in the light of the day, but those who were stared hard as the ran by. Sam struggled to ignore them. Going back and punching them to a pulp for visually violating her would only waste her precious time. 

They weaved through in what seemed like a nonsense direction until finally walls on either side ended and presented a clearing of sorts where the alleys opened up into a large road, where, across the street was a large and shabby complex of apartment buildings. Samantha inched out of the alleyway, and waited for an opening in which there were the fewest people around to gawk at her and then darted across the way, up the steps, took a few turns and found herself in front of apartment 2323. She bent over to the welcome mat and emerged with a key which she shoved into the lock, savagely turned it, and swung open the door. Sam looked around at the sniveling man and she shot him a serious look. "I brought you to my apartment so you would be safe and I could help you. Don't get any perverted fucking ideas okay?" With a huff she moved in, making her way directly to her bedroom to find clothes. She managed to scavenge from the floor a wrinkled shirt and some sweatpants that read along the side, 'Pierce the Veil', one of her favorite bands. 

Meanwhile, in the living room, one would find that her place was a mess. There were dirty dishes still lying, forgotten, on the table. There were ashtrays scattered on many flat surfaces throughout the apartment, one of which had been knocked over, tossing it's gritty contents to the ground. Even more dishes were piled up in the kitchen with cans, used cutting boards, and wine glasses cluttering the counters. It was a disaster zone anywhere you looked and out of this disaster strode Sam, coming back into the living room. She flopped down on the couch and looked the other man over lazily before she spoke, "[color=a0410d]If you want a beer there's some in the fridge. I think you need one.[/color]" She snorted a laugh.

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