Dalton Academy for Boys - a Glee RPG

Who: Eoin and Aaron (and I guess anyone else passing by?)
What: Eoin comes home
Where: Dalton gates The school office
When: February 16th, lunchtime
Rating: SFW, at least for now (You never know with the Irish)

( I've been a wild rover for many's the year... )

Who: Rose and Eoin
What: Eoin's not-particularly-triumphant return
Where: The hospital
When: February 15th, late afternoon
Rating: SFW, probably.

( He'd come straight from the airport )

What: Scolarship Awards letters
Who: Rose, Eoin, Toby, Scotty
When: Saturday, October 14th, in their respective campus mailboxes

Who: Aaron and Eoin
What: Aaron's very first reaction to Jack's leaving him before sending out the text. Yeah, it should come before the last two things; yeah, I'm spammin' yo' flists; whuteva whuteva I do what I want.
Where: Aaron's dorm, then Eoin's.
When: Sunday, late morning.
Rating: SFW

( The phone hung limply in his fingers, letting out a dial tone that Aaron wasn't hearing. )

Who: Eoin, Aaron, and various Costigans.
What: Eamon talks to Aaron who talks to Eoin.
Where: Skibbereen.
When: July 16 and 17 (three threads)
Rating: Pretty SFW, swearing aside.

( Eamon and Aaron )

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( Eoin and Aaron )

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( Afterwards )

Who: Eoin & Mae
What: Post-show hook-ups
Where: Eoin & Rose's room
When: Tuesday May 24th, 2011 - post-RENT performance
Rating: NSFW.
Continued From: Here

( And I don't beg. Just so we're clear. )

Who: Eoin and Mr H.
What: Counselling session
Where: Mr Hemmingway's office.
When: Tuesday 24th, mid-afternoon.
Rating: Probably SFW.

Who: Eoin and Maeve
What: Hooking up.
When: Tuesday evening
Rating: Probably NSFW

Eoin chewed on his lip, looking down at the phone in his hand. Jesus, it'd been way longer than he liked to think since he'd just hooked up with someone. What the fuck was up with that?

He shrugged, dialling the number Aaron had given him, and waited for her to pick up.

Who: Everybody
What: RENT! All six shows, squished into one convenient event.
Where: ...The auditorium
When: Tuesday - Sunday
Rating: Well. It is RENT.

( Everything is RENT! )

Who: Eoin and Phil
What: Going to beat up some punks like some punks.
When: Um, the night of the 29th? Of, um... April. WE ARE ON THE BALL AMIRITE?
Where: Nasty parts of Columbus
Rating: SFWish

From: eoin.costigan@dalton.edu
To: marie.brent@stcatherines.ie
Subject: I don't know why the fuck I'm writing this sober

I love you. I still love you, I never stopped loving you, and I'm so, so fucking sorry. I know I've apologised before, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't apologise again, because breaking up with you was the stupidest thing I've ever done in a whole fucking eighteen years as a complete shithead. I don't expect you to leap into my arms (be a fuck of a long leap from Dublin to Ohio, anyway) and forget I was such a fucking dick; I don't even expect you to forgive me, I just needed to tell you. You're the best girl I've ever known, and you're still so fucking beautiful.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

Even if you're never going to like me again, please say you'll at least stop hating me.

- Eoin.

Who: Phil and Eoin
Where: The gym.
What: Busting in after hours.
When: Wednesday, April 27th, 11:59PM
Rating: SFW

Midnight. Phil heard the door click. He glanced around before slipping inside, incapable of feeling ashamed for his little talent with locks. Not right now, not when he needed to do this. Letting the door close behind him, he groped for the lights. In an instant, light flooded the sanctuary. Phil slowly walked inside and dumped his gym bag off in a corner. He strolled up to one of the bags, tugged at the chains, stepped back, and drove his shin into the bag, scowling as it swung into its neighbor, setting off a chain reaction. He ducked and let loose a flurry of fists. Keep on weaving. Don't flinch. The blood you see isn't your own. The voice in his head was his own, young and terrified.

But the fear was where he could channel his rage.

Who: The Irish Duo
What: The admission to Eoin, prompted by Colby here and the reason for Eoin's last two journal posts.
When: Also two days ago. Just slightly later in the day.
Where: Aaron's room.
Rating: SFW

( I suspect Scotitude in my room. )

Who: Aaron and Eoin
What: Love is in the ai~ir
When: Wednesday night
Where: Aaron's room
Rating: SFW. Besides sex talk, which is, as you know, par for the course here.

Who: Aaron and Eoin
What: Aaron hits the breakdown he was heading for.
When: Last night. Late.
Where: Aaron's room
Rating: SFW. Higher for ridiculous amounts of philosophical.

( It came down to this: he meant nothing to nobody. )

Who: Eoin and Rome
What: Breakup.
Where: Rome's room
When: March 8th, after classes
Rating: SFW, probably. Find it hard to imagine it getting NSFW...

Who: Eoin and Rose
What: Dorkish breakup-rehearsal.
Where: Their room
When: Sunday, March 6, about noon.
Rating: SFW, or should be. Except, you know, Eoin and Rose so swearing all over the motherfucking place.

Who: Aaron and Eoin
Where: Aaron's room/Skibbereen, Ireland
When: Sometime Monday.
Rating: SFW

(  And I bet anything I say on the matter will be taken with a grain of salt, anyway. )

Who: Ian and certain people allowed to visit. (Like Blaine, Ben M, Eoin... Close people.)
What: Visitation hours.
When: Saturday, February 19, all day
Where: Ian's hospital room.
Rating: SFW - some mentions of self-harm. :|

( On the door was a sign with a clip-art picture of a video camera, claiming that Ian's room was being monitored... )

Who: Ian & Eoin
What: Ian's hiding
Where: Auditorium catwalk
When: Early morning
Rating: Probably sfw except for language and initial mention of some self-harm. =/


( He just hated everything and wanted people to know it... )