Member
Samael Krios
Location; Apartment; Staff Housing; Parking Lot
Interacting With; Clarissa Price, Jay Tomers @Altered Tundra, Amelia Johnston @GoddessSophia, Skye Woodsen, Ever Tidus (Voicemail) @WhiteStar19, Miguel Neelson
"Aw, Jesus Skye. I hope that's all booze and porn mags or something. If there's more than one bottle of hairspray in that body bag of yours, I may just have to tie you to the roof of the damn car to make room." Sammy alerted the others to his presence with an immediate complaint about Skye's suitcase. Jeez, he knew the kid was bad for overpacking, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
"Anyhoo, sorry I'm late, Ladies and Gentlemen. Had some very important business to attend to." He said with a grin, shaking one of his two bags gently, throwing forth the clinking together of glass bottles. Oh yeah. Did he know how to supply a party.
As soon as he'd reached his apartment, he hadn't taken long in showering and throwing some stuff into a duffel bag. Spare black jeans, some t-shirts of various neutral colours, a navy blue sweatshirt in case it got particularly cold, swimming gear, toiletries, and his pyjama bottoms. They were black with little bears in biker gear on them.
And yes, they were GODDAMN COOL.
Either way, the girls would get a laugh out of them. And they hugged his butt nicely. Happiness all round.
Second port of call was dropping his sister a phone call. Because of the whole blindness thing, he couldn't compose a perfectly set out text for her. However, at least with talking he got some emotion into his message - it was amazing how the blandness of texts messages could lead you to ruin by misconceived notions. As Ever didn't pick up, he just left her a voicemail, not wanting to particularly trouble her. No doubt she heard about Seraphina's disappearance by now.
"Ev... hey, it's Sammy. Not sure if you've heard or not, but Seraphina went missing today. Amelia was pretty freaked out about it - shit, I am too. Anyhow, we're heading up to this fancy-ass cabin Jay has with him and the Love twins for the weekend. I didn't want you thinking I'd been taken or... y'know, that I'd taken off again. So... call me if you need anything. And maybe spend the night with a friend. That big-ass Athena boy of yours should keep you company tonight - just tell him to keep his mitts off if he wants to keep them." Pausing for a moment, he ran a hand through his hair, wondering what else to say. "Stay safe, okay? Love you Ev."
With that out of the way and him all stocked up for the weekend, Sammy threw on his leather jacket, locked up his apartment, and made his way to the staff living areas.
Thankfully, the first teacher to come to the door when he knocked on it was the Power Use and Control teacher, Professor Neelson - or Miguel, as he preferred. Sammy had always gotten on well with the guy, despite not knowing too much about him... like what species he was or whatever.
"Samael. You leavin' again?" The older man asked, forehead creasing slightly in... shit, either concern or disappointment. Probably the latter.
"Nope. Well... technically, yes. I'm just telling you about it first. Me and a couple of others are heading up to a cabin somewhere for the weekend. Didn't want you thinking these assholes had somehow got the drop on me and I'd been whisked off to tortureland - impossible as that sounds." Sammy countered with a cocky grin, which Miguel returned.
"Well, those bottles I hear clinkin' away in your bag had better be filled with soda - especially if you're running off with minors." He said with a shake of his head. After giving the details of who was going - and the promise of not dying and/or doing anything stupid - Sammy had made his way to the parking lot - hence the lateness.
"Alrighty then, let's throw these puppies in the boot - hopefully yours will fit," Sammy said, opening up the trunk of his car and darting Skye a glare. "And lets get this show on the road! Sit wherever, just know that this is my car and my stereo. If y'all don't like the music, y'all can stay where you are." He said with a grin, turning back to the others. Thankfully, the trunk was pretty big. Out of all the muscle cars in the world, the 1967 Chevy Impala was, and always would be, in his opinion, the best one ever.
