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[badblood_rising]

Sam itchedHe'd been on the island for two weeks now, and every time the worst of it was over, he turned out wrong. He chewed on his lip and the inside of his cheeks until they bled. He bit his nails, and then his cuticles. He tapped his foot when sitting, and he never stood still long. The hut was okay, for what it was, and Sam had slept in

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[tearsthrulife]

Coming into the kitchen, Rahne's a bit of a mess from being out running, something that doesn't particularly faze her as she heads for the sink to get herself a glass of water. Her thoughts have been too scattered lately, always heading back towards Halloween, for her to care much about anything else at all, not how she looks or who's around. She's never been the vain type, anyway; Monet had enough of that for all of them.

The fridge slamming shut, though, is enough to get her attention, at least for a moment. Head turning in its direction, she leans back against the counter, expression undeniably curious. "What'd a refrigerator ever do to ye?" she asks, curious, but with a lightness to her tone all the same. It isn't like she thinks it's actually anything serious.

[badblood_rising]

Maybe Rahne thought she looked a mess, but even flushed and unkempt, Sam could see she was beautiful. What was it about this island and throwing beautiful women around like candy?

"Freezer burn," he volunteered, his smirk forced and then softening into something more realistic as he recognized how much of an idiot he was being. Running his hand through his hair, Sam sighed heavily. "Sorry. Just a bad day."

[tearsthrulife]

"Happens to the best of us," Rahne allows, shrugging, before she finishes off the last of her water and sets the glass in the sink. It's one thing she can understand, anyway. Maybe the fridge isn't what she usually takes her frustration out on, but she's been there, anyway. "Mostly people seem to be all sunshine and rainbows around here, but it's understandable."

[badblood_rising]

"You only get rainbows after a storm," Sam pointed out, almost grumbling. He knew he should just suck it up and get over it. There was no way in hell he was going to get what he needed, not today or ever on this island, but the stubborn, rebellious child in his head refused to act happy about it.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica considered just turning around and leaving. She had known, of course, that Sam was around again. It had been a while now, the island was small and being on the Council (and being Veronica Mars) meant hearing these things, so she had known, but there was a big difference, apparently, between hearing and seeing. But she knew -- she had known -- Sam well enough to be sure something was up and maybe, in this particular case, the proverbial clean slate was a good thing.

"Something wrong?" she asked, heading over toward him. "Or you just got something against the refrigerator?"

[badblood_rising]

Spending nights in random, seedy motels along the highways of the United States didn't allow for any kind of set television watching schedule, but Sam had caught a handful of episodes of "Veronica Mars" and knew that Forgetting Sarah Marshall movie enough to recognize Kristin Bell.

Paltrow, Bell. Maybe that really had been Angelina Jolie in a Princess Leia bikini at Halloween. Sam had just figured it was too good to be true.

"No," he answered quickly, and a little bit sharp. "No, fine, just... bad day." Good fail back response.

[neptune_sleuth]

"Turning up here causes a few of those," Veronica said, careful, more measured than usual. If he didn't know about before, if no one had told him about her, then she wasn't about to be the one to break the news, and if he did, she didn't necessarily want to deal with it.

So walking away probably would have been the smarter choice still, but instead, she folded her arms and shrugged. "The fridge isn't exactly known for its companionship skills, but I'm a pretty good listener." Sometimes. When she wanted to be.

[badblood_rising]

Sam stared at her for a long moment and went through a process of elimination in his head. Could have been more flirtatious if she wanted to get with him. Could have walked away if she had any sense. But she was hanging around and interested, which meant she was either too nosy for her own good or...

"I appreciate it, but I'm not the Sam you know, so don't feel obligated," he replied, moving towards the pantry and assuming that was that.

[winged_cupid]

"Whoa," Cupid notes as he observes the fridge-slam with what could be qualified as Herculean strength (even if this guy had nothing on Uncle Herc's hair). "The fridge do something to piss you off?" he can't help but wonder, beaming away proudly now that he's got the terms of the future down pat, like 'fridge' and 'sexting'.

[badblood_rising]

That was a pretty big smile for someone with that much peroxide in his hair. Probably high, Sam figured. But that didn't explain the wings.

"Looked at me funny," he replied, distracted because those were huge and in no way inconspicuous wings.

[winged_cupid]

Cupid just offers a shrug at that, flashing the guy a bright grin and leaning forward to yank open the fridge to peer inside. "Oh score, fruit," he says eagerly, grabbing some of the grapes and popping them in his mouth as he peered at the tall guy. "You want some of these? Or did they look at you funny, too?"

[badblood_rising]

Score? They were on a fucking tropical island. Of course there was fruit.

"No thanks," he replied slowly, trying to figure out how to ask without being Dean about it. "Those, uh, look like they must get in the way. ..Yeah?"

[callofkaren]

"I'm sorry," Karen said, walking in, "but boar meat really does make up ninety percent of our meals."

Half the night of the Halloween party was kinda hazy for Karen, but forgetting Sam, big as he was, probably didn't happen often. Not that it explained why he was going around slamming fridge doors, but the guy had a brother who happily led a zombie dance party. She could cut him some slack.

[badblood_rising]

"Yeah, well, it's disgusting in there," Sam snapped irritably. He'd seen worse, way worse, but right now nothing turned his stomach more, or got him hungrier, than the thought of blood.

[callofkaren]

"Oh, I get that," Karen said, grabbing a cup out of a cupboard. "I mean all that food, the pies, the pastries...totally gross."

Teasing someone who looked as irritated as Sam probably wasn't a great idea, but it was practically Karen's default setting.

[badblood_rising]

She was being purposely obtuse, and while it might have been endearing a week ago at a party, it wasn't now. "The bloody boar parts," he finished, rolling his eyes. "No, you're right, totally appetizing. What am I thinking?"

[weary_head]

Never far away these days, Dean was there when Sam stood up, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. "You'll get used to it," he said, face deliberately smooth where Sam's was pinched so tight.

"Life without hamburgers."

[badblood_rising]

Sam just tensed up more, standing straight to see his brother there. His shoulders hunched up defensively and his mouth set into a thin line when it wasn't moving for him to talk. "If it keeps you away from the extra onions, I'll deal," he muttered, then turned away to walk in the other direction towards the pantry. "Small sacrifice."

[weary_head]

"Hey man." Dean spread his hands, following Sam towards the pantry. "There's been improvement. I been eating enforced organic for over a year now."

[badblood_rising]

"That why you have so many people living in your house? Now it's safe to be around you after a meal?" He glanced back over his shoulder at Dean, giving him a look to ask why he was following, but kept on his way until he could survey some of the drier, less blood-soaked food.