Samuel Sullivan

Wow, that’s cool. What happened? Mary’s never been to a carnival. It’s not like her parents let her out much, although it’s not as if they were still breathing down their neck. Thanks, she smiles at him. Now, people are saying it was a bad idea, you know, with all that stuff happening. She frowns only slightly, regretting bringing that up. Oh! I’m Mary. Nice to meet you.

My carnival was a place for post-human's so feel safe. When everything happened, I decided to move them elsewhere. He's unsure of her views on post-humans but he figures he trusts her enough to tell her. It's only a bad idea depending on what side you're on, love. He offers his hand with a smile. Lovely to meet you, Mary. I'm Samuel.

Ah, but you’re the boss anyways. You don’t want to be doing all that contorting nonsense, put poor Louisa and Livvy out of a job if you could. He shrugs noncommittally, gently shutting the door behind his friend to give him a minute to cobble together an answer that didn’t sound as bullshit as the ones he had given his few remaining friends. Still standing, I suppose. Got my clients back, got a few more than I had last time as well. Lost a good many friends, but I suppose I should’ve been expecting that. He glances down at the orange cat winding over to Samuel’s legs, then up at his friend. Don’t mind Lisbeth, she’s friendly enough. He pauses, then decides that he may as well explain. She was Zora’s cat, but her dad couldn’t take her in, so um..I did. He clears his throat suddenly, offering a wan smile. How’ve you been then, mate? And Kiara? Haven’t seen either of you in ages.

Samuel's attention is stolen by his new feline friend at his feet. He bends down and picks the cat up, petting her fur while doing so. Hello, Lisbeth. He places a gentle kiss on the cat's soft head before placing her back down onto the floor. Samuel is fond of animals, but the fact that the cat had been Zora's, he automatically felt a link to it - almost in the same way he felt for Emrys at first. The three of them all damaged by their friend's loss. Oh, I'm always busy, Reese. Always on the move. Kiara is good, she's back with the family. I figured it'd be safer to leave her with them. He thinks for a moment before crossing his arms. Have you seen any of your old 'team?' I'd imagine it would be safer to stay away from that lot, son.

Nothing worse, right? I've been travelling, so I know your pain, fella. It's just up this way. He points and begins walking before turning to the man. So, are have you just moved here or are you travelling? 

Yeah, my carnival took up a spot in Central Park up until a while ago. He thinks for a moment with a thin smile before shrugging his shoulders. It's good to settle down. Finally get your roots in somewhere, and New York is a good place to do that. Looking ahead, he's now a little disorientated but he figures if they keep going straight, they'll get there. So, Miss-? What can I call you? 

He had been sitting upside down on his sofa, legs curled over the back, and reading a book when the first knock came at the door, unwilling to move until he heard the following knocks followed by a familiar voice in the hall. Even so he nearly tripped and fell flat on his face getting up, padding barefoot across the floor as he had abandoned his shoes an hour ago after getting home from a particularly long mediumship session. He even managed a faint, wry smile as he opened the door for once, though that expression was hard to hold these days. Don’t be giving me that old man bullshit, now. You’re just as sprightly as the rest of them. He gestured for Samuel to come inside, opening the door further. Done with Europe then?

There was a warmth in his heart for this boy, and seeing him again only felt like visiting family - which is exactly what he needed. A smile from a fellow with such a past meant a lot to Samuel. He had had days when smiling was difficult to do, and he wouldn't be surprised if Emrys had to try to turn the corners of his mouth up for him. A chuckle escaped his mouth upon hearing his greeting, before he stepped into Emrys' home. Not exactly, no, he began, turning to face him before stopping to admire his home. I had stuff to do here so, here I am. Came to see how you were doing, fella. How are you?

I just want a talk, nothing more. Tea and a talk would be perfect, thank you.

Great. Let me get the tea ready. So, what were you doing at the carnival? If you don;t mind me asking, love. If I'm correct, it was invite only. 

He had met Zora’s father and step-father once before, she had dragged him along to one of their dinners and introduced him when he was still getting over the emotional trauma or being beaten and refused to go out of her apartment for anything more substantial than getting the mail from the box downstairs. Apparently she had left him a few things, though ‘a few’ didn’t quite cover all of her books, her computer, and ten thousand dollars that he didn’t quite know what to do with. In a mixture of pity and gratitude, he had offered to box everything up for them, since both men were well over seventy and her mother lived in Montreal, too long a trip to make day in and day out. 

Samuel was taken aback by the sound of a male voice, thinking he had dialled the wrong number at first. But upon hearing what he had to say, Samuel feel silent. He was just about to consider this as some sick joke when the man on the other end clarified that thought too. "I don't understand," he said, thinking about how he had just saw her a few days ago. His throat dried up as he desperately tried to clear it before taking a deep breath. This was a first for him. It was like the emotion drained from his body as his brain took over the conversation, butting out his heart completely. "Who is this?" He asked, becoming  slightly suspicious of the person on the other end. Was he the one who killed her? How did he have her phone? 

"I am certain that you are the best person to be around for her, for anything that comes back, in any case. So what does she talk about, then? What is it she remembers?" Virginie would like it to sound like it’s a question about Samuel and Kiara, or maybe a general one, but it’s one born from selfishness, really. Selfishness because knowing that someone remembers her is exceptional for her still (discounting the times she is remembered for her work, but even those don’t seem to do the work she puts in justice), but also selfishness because she never seems to have devoted much thought to what it must feel like for Samuel, too wrapped up she must have been in exploring the first sensation. But discussing this doesn’t seem the order of the day for her and Samuel, and Virginie is grateful for it. This is an area where she likes to think she can give more than decent advice: "Yes, I understand. It is quite unlike the real world, and I mean that in every sense. However…please allow me the question: Are you getting by? I realize that I do have a privileged perspective here, but rent payments here are really high in my experience. And I do think that it is still very much possible to combine giving back and…well. Making ends meet." She raises both hands as if in surrender: "Once again, if I’m making things up, I apologize. But I suppose there are things that I have seen in the real world, and quite some of those are not pleasant." She lowers both hands as if in a gesture of surrender.

"She often talks of meeting you and writing to you. I remember her mentioned a time where she said you two would sit together...at night I think?" He bit his lower lip, thinking for a moment of what she had said. "I hope I'm getting that right...forgive me if it makes no sense." There was a whole lot more that Kiara had told him about Vir, but he couldn't remember half of it. A lot was coming back to her so quickly that she often rhymed off random things to him during the day. Upon listening to her speak of rent and making ends meet, Samuel heaves a sigh and runs his hand through his graying hair. "Right now, I'm working off of money I've had put by. But you're right, rent is expensive and I'm still trying to find a job to keep up the payments." Sitting forward, he leans on his knees and looks to her. "I'm getting by just now, but I am going to need to find a job soon, if I want to continue living in the big world."