Sam Alexander

The bus had been delayed again and it was already 11.40pm, Summer was stressing as she just wanted to get home to her daughter and put her to bed so she can have a cup of coffee before passing out on the couch again. Wandering into the bar that was a cafe turned bar as the night progressed on Summer was always welcomed here as she had lunch here almost every day when she was on break asking if someone could give her a life; “Hi, I’m really sorry to be a nuisance but can someone give me a ride home? My bus has been delayed and I don’t really want to wait an hour before I get home” her eyes pleading”

Sam looked up when the girl walked into the cafe- maybe it was a bar at this point, she wasn’t sure. But she’d been there a while and it was only at the girl's question that she looked at the time. It was probably a good idea for her to get home herself. Having people waiting was odd for her, on her travels sometimes she didn’t even book anything until the very last minute. But her mom would be worried and there was nothing she was doing here she couldn’t do at home “what part of town are you going to?” she asked showing up behind the girl, she’d been gone a while but she hoped her face was still somewhat recognizable as a town girl for the question not to come off as creepy. 

It didn’t often get windy in town, so Mia was never particularly prepared for the random gusts coming up the street. Naturally, with her luck, they came up right at the worst moments. Amelia was juggling a tray of coffee for her coworkers and a pile of papers from the printer tucked under her other arm, with the receipt for everything in her hand. She never had a firm grasp on anything, so when the wind blew against her, the receipt slipped right out of her hand. “No, no no,” she said, turning around to try and catch it. She wasn’t about to run after it, even though she needed to give it to her boss. He’d hopefully understand, right? No… no he wouldn’t. Thus, Amelia was trotting down the street, careful not to spill any of her items, trying to catch up to the piece of paper.

Sam had been sitting down in the grass trying and falling to sketch her little creatures. She’d never been good at drawing- but she liked it. She found that the written words came easier to her so she used it a lot more in her stories but there were somethings that you just couldn’t express in words. She heard the trotting before she saw the girl, or what she was after. The sound of heels in the pavement always bothered her just enough to look, maybe it wasn't bothering but admiration. Either way, she saw her and noticed the small piece of paper flying in her direction catching her just in time before it blew right past her, having to throw her notebook and pet into the grass to do so with both hands. 

kian nearly jumped when he heard another’s voice, completely caught off guard. “oh shit, my bad,” he said cutting to his home screen on his cell and putting it back into his pocket. “i didn’t think anyone would be around at this time of night.”

Fleur had the old man’s hands in hers. He was looking for his wife who had passed away a few months back and he felt like she hadn’t moved on. With her pearls in the other she tried to delve into her senses when a female entered her surroundings making her open her eyes and sit back releasing the other’s hands. It was so hard to concentrate with a distraction and figured she would wait until the other was seated; “I kind of have to if i’m the one doing the insights” waving at the other as if to signal that she was in fact the one who was the clairvoyant and not the other; “Fleur Higgins, nice to meet you.” holding her hand out the excited and bubbly blonde; “Ummm it doesn’t necessarily work like that, like you sort of have to call them forth, but there are places where spirits will wander until it’s time”

Sam looked between the two for a second with a frowned brow before pointing at the young girl- had to be about her age - and lifted her brow in question. It was a lot less romantic than she had originally thought, in her mind the girl was there to find her love lost in the war. Then again she had also been picturing the first world war so she easily adjusted. Then again vampires and mediums could result in a great story. Mental notes never lasted long so she pulled out her notebook and wrote down in caps VAMPIRES --> MEDIUMS before putting the notebook back in her pocket and pulling a chair sitting on it with her arms on the back of the chair, one leg on either side as she listened to the woman nodding “oh- that's, well that cool too I guess. Sam Alexander, pleasure-” she quickly added before going right back into her question “but going back to the wanderers, how are they? Are they beautiful? Are they their best physical self or they look like when they died? I mean if they need to wander this earth for eternity might as well be with the head still in its place you know?”

Faye took the the phone from the girl, looking at the place with a shrug and handing it back, “I’d say so, kind of sad isn’t it? That there’s so many souls that weren’t able to move on in just one place?” Faye did believe in ghosts though she didn’t make it too obvious that she did. “Where did you find it?”

Sam looked at the girl with an interested look for a second before she pulled out her notebook- she had never really thought of making it through the lens of the ghosts themselves, maybe not all of it as it was her recollection but she starter scrawling something in her notebook as she nodded at the girl “it is sad. That’s so great. I mean-” she shook her head “doesn’t matter. Someone sent it to me online. It’s their hometown and they wanted me to check it out.”

Fleur didn’t think her client would be so soon after moving from her small little town in Ireland but apparently View Point was in a big need for mediums who could help them communicate with the ones they had lost; “Do you have one possession that meant a lot to them or had a strong attachment to them. It will help a lot if it meant something” for right now it was just done in her little apartment but she was planning or purchasing a studio of sorts when this became bigger.

Sam had been back home for exactly two weeks when her family finally decided to tell her. She wasn’t sure why they decided to wait this long, and she found we forgot excuse to be bullshit, it had to have been their own little form of torture. But as soon as she’d been told there was now a medium in town she had bolted out of the house to find it. She had so many questions, so many things to run over them. For someone so invested in everything fantastical, she had never really had a supernatural experience her own mind hadn’t created. She walked into the room without knocking to exited only noticing there were two people in there when she was already inside. With a grin as wide as her whole face she started speaking quickly to who she figured was the medium, an older man well dressed with a trimmed beard. “Hi sorry to interrupt I didn’t notice and I was just wow- so excited to meet you this is like. Childhood dreams levels of great right here.” she turned to the girl then “do you believe in ghosts?" she asked before shaking her head “I mean of course you do why the hell would you be here if you didn’t, isn't this so cool?” she asked shaking her head before turning to her medium once more “Quick how many ghosts in this room I bet tons right? What are they like- do they have old clothing? Are they searching for their lost love- those are always the best ones”

It had been a slow night at the bar and Paige was starting to go a little bit mad. There was only so much she could wipe down the bar and there was no point setting anything else up when there was no one there. The girl look up when she heard the door opening, smiling at the other person. “Hi. What can I get you?”

When Sam walked into a bar looking around with her eyebrows slightly raised she was surprised, for a Friday night there weren’t a lot of people there. Actually other than a few people on tables and the staff there was no one. She continued looking around for any familiar faces as she walked closer to the bar answering as she turned around “Just a beer thanks. Unless it’s like- 12 dollars now and that’s why no ones here.”

Jennie was taking pictures, as photography became her new interest to pass by the time she had free. It wasn’t as entertaining as she thought it would be but selling the pictures was worth the boredom. She was ready to take another when she realised someone was in her shot. “Hey, move.” She called, knowing her tone wasn’t friendly at all before she looked at them.

Kian had just got off his shift at the bar, stepping out at about 3am, looking both ways of the sidewalk before placing a cigarette in between his lips. The lights of the street before him a bit dim as he pulled out his lighter to light up his cig. He put the lighter back into his pocket and headed down the street, pulling out his phone now and starting to check his text messages. he blew his smoke, not realizing where he was blowing it, so in tune with his cell phone.

“I’m sorry, I swear I was kind of listening but I didn’t retain anything that you just said to me. My brain is fried from having a contracting assignment due in two days,” Faye spoke, looking up at the other from where she had set up her spot in the corner of the coffee shop. She’d been there since early that morning and it didn’t feel like she’d gotten any work done at all.

“Well I can’t say I wasn’t mostly thinking out loud to myself” Sam answered the younger girl with a shrug of her shoulders, striking up odd conversations with anyone that would listen to her was how she had managed to get human interaction the past couple of years with all her traveling. She wasn’t fully sure but she thought Faya would have been to young to have known her in high school. “About how I’m metaphorically suffocating to death in this town you know the norm - hey help me out doesn’t this place look super haunted?” she asked passing the girl her phone over the table where she’d been going through the responses on her blog. “It’s in Nevada so not that far”