Re: Basement: Audrey, Hannah, and Si
Si followed behind his sister, trailing the same way the gauzy fabric that wafted away from her body did, if in a less flowy fashion. The beads sewn into the delicate mesh reminded him of something Mom would wear, and he listened to the soft scratching sound they made on the floor. It was only once he realized they were heading toward the basement that that scratching shifted into something more sinister, something with the stench of black mold that climbed up, up, and up. Nails chipping away on self-imposed brick. Si shuddered almost imperceptibly, even as he let Amy drift away, in spite what his instincts told him to do. Christ. Si hated fucking basements.
He closed his eyes as the girls exchanged words via the throat of the stairwell. He counted to seven once, then twice, then forced himself to relax as the sound of shoes on wood came higher and nearer. Si opened his eyes on the back of his sister's head and, unthinkingly, reached out for her hand once it was obvious Audrey was going to join them. They didn't need to stay so close to the open door. If she let him, he reeled her back a bit, then kept himself tethered to her with a hand on her shoulder—a way to ground the both of them, as—okay, so that was Audrey—joined them. Her face was round with obvious youth, and, probably because Repose was as diverse as a Trader Joe's, he'd expected her to be white and preppy. He wasn't putting together costumes as anything in particular, and his own outfit was apropos nothing outside of Goodwill bins, so he made no connection to goggles or anything else.—Instead, he watched her look over her shoulder, then back, and he gave her a polite smile.
It was obvious, just at a glance, that Si was more reserved than Amy—Hannah. He was tall and masculine, so he took up a lot of space that he wasn't worried about, but he wasn't boisterous either. He wasn't shy, but he didn't feel the need to say very much very often. His smile wasn't dreamy or wide. It had a warmth too it, but it was something held close. "Hey," he greeted his eventual housemate, though he doubted she was out of high school. And, with one hand anchored on Amy, he reached the other out for a handshake. Some people were weird about meeting their first addict, recovering or not, so Si just played it nice and level. "Nice to finally meet you."