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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
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Sam supposed that, to a degree, he had always been a bit superstitious. Even before all the paranormal investigations, he had some superstitions given to him by the theatre department he worked with. Before that he had some given down by his mother, although he'd never given them much thought or even viewed them as such. Looking back at it now? As he stood there in the shower allowing the heat and steam to aid in relaxing both his muscles and mind, he could see how the supernatural had followed him all his life. He was always told that hair held memories, it held your story. You could see within a hairs strand when a person had gone through a rough patch, you could also see when they did better, but above all that, it held on to energy. 

When Sam was a little kid, he could recall his mother telling him on particularly bad days to sit by the tub as she sat in it and he leaned his head back. She'd wash his hair and tell him to tell her about everything that went wrong that day, and as he did he needed to imagine it all washing away with the water. Afterwards she'd give him a single braid along the side of his hair, telling him the next day would be better as she wove the hair. To this day Sam still washed his hair out on harsh days, maybe it was because he hadn't on that night that all this still felt so stuck. Then again, maybe it was because he wasn't ready to let go of what happened, that he hadn't washed his hair. For now, he needed to do better, for Renee's sake…and for Corey's. 

He stood there letting what felt like all the negative energies of the last 24 hours wash away as he whispered to himself every bad thing that had happened since arriving at the island. Once he'd finished, he stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry himself off, quickly scrunching his hair to squeeze some water out before wrapping it around his waist. Sam wiped the fog away from a portion of the bathroom mirror as he stood there, speaking the same words his mother had whenever she'd braid his hair. He wasn't as good at braiding as she was, but he figured it'd still do the job well. He put on a [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199f375-8871-7382-8999-9c64bb2bf5a1.webp]white short sleeved button up alongside a baseball cap and light washed jeans[/url] He made sure not to leave any wet spots on the floor this time, though he could still hear a bit of commotion coming from Mills room. Sam knocked on the bathroom door gently before speaking up. [Color=a6fef2]”Hey, you ok in there?”[/color]