Sam Cross
~the previous day~
Claire had agreed to what she had been saying, but she said it much better than Sam had. She made it sound more logical, straight forward, and important. Everyone seemed to agree with what she had to say, knowing the dire nature of the situation. The woman concluded by giving everyone her phone number, and Sam eagerly and happily received it. The moment she had been given it, she had begun punching it into her phone. It was as she was doing this, that Artemis began finishing up, explaining the game plan. She even offered people to stay at her place. As much as a super power sleepover sounded amazing, she wasn't quite sure how much she wanted to have to socialize. Sam wasn't sure how close she wanted to get with these people and she just was a bit weird with people being in her personal bubble like that. "A rad sleepover sounds pretty awesome, but I'm gonna have to pass. Got work." Sam said, ending by sticking her tongue out and throwing her eyes upward to show a comical disgusted expression. Also, it was entirely true. There was no rest for the wicked as a club bartender and that meant that sleepovers (which were obviously at night) conflicted with her job schedule.
"Anyway," she continued, "I'mma catch you cool cats tomorrow." She said, dejecting herself from the conversation swinging her leg around to make her way to her beat up Jeep she named "The White Supremacy" (Whitey or Supreme for short) for its faded and chipped, white paint job. She had asked a friend of her's what she should name it while he was high and he had given the odd name that had stuck. She flung herself in, turned the key, and made her way home to chill before work.
~the next day~
Samantha strutted across the cracked concrete knowing she looked like a 10. Knowing she was going to have to socialize, the woman had committed herself to looking nice. Now, this didn't mean subjecting herself to a dress or any variety of bright pastels; oh no, she had her own style. The shiny, leather (slightly) heeled combat boots clunked along the way. The footwear fed up into some black lace with a scull and rose design, stretching over her legs which led up into a skirt. This skirt was short, white, and flowy with black, upside down crosses on it. Sam also wore a black, crop top bustier with small straps which were covered by a black, leather jacket that hugged snuggly against her. Not to mention her extravagant, black and white makeup was on point. The artistry made her eyes look piercing and her contouring made her sharp facial features even sharper.
She was determined to make an impression on this potential League of Legends and she wanted to make it known that she was not someone to be messed with or overlooked. However, if she was being honest, she just wanted to look sexy today for no real reason. The attire provided her with a boost of confidence she needed in confronting this somewhat sketchy situation of seeing that creepy guy who was hoping to gather them all together.
The woman went up to the house of the address and found Artemis there, ringing the doorbell. Sam lengthened her stride and waved at Artemis. "Hey, looks like we both got here at the same time!" Sam paused, looking at the door challengingly, "You ready for this?"
