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Simon Curtis (simon_curtis) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-08-06 09:09:00

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jesse, simon

Week Fifteen- Tuesday
Who: Simon and Jesse
Where: The beach!
What: Early Morning Rituals
When: Early morning, duh

He hadn't done so in awhile, but Simon prayed this morning. He wasn't sure exactly what prompted it. Might have had something to do with his date with Cissy. That girl was sin in a tight dress. Simon smirked- pretty sin.

The beach was calm, like the calm before the biggest storm. The waves gently tapped the surf as though afraid of waking it. Sunrise had been a little over an hour ago. I've been sleeping in, he mused. His morning prayer usually came at sunrise exactly, no matter what time of year. But that was a long time ago. Not a long time in the true sense of the word, but long ago in experience, in changes. Too much had happened since the last time Simon had prayed with his mother for the last time on that fateful day.

As usual, Simon sat in the grass at the edge of the sand, wanting to stay away from the ocean but still wanting to see it. He sat cross-legged in a meditative state and simply listened to the world around him. This is like prayer, he decided. Only better. Less restrictive, less guilt-riddled. I feel at peace here, whereas before I just felt like I was doing homework. He thought about the last time he was out here, when he had met Sydni. He'd seen her in the halls a few times, had smiled and waved pleasantly. Sydni was very sweet. In fact, everyone here seemed to be really great. He wasn't afraid to ask someone a question about a class, or just say hello to a stranger in the hallways. He was becoming a different person, a person the old Simon hardly recognized.

Thank God.

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jackedupwere
2008-08-06 09:54 am UTC (link)

Jesse was one of the like four 15, going on 16 year olds that got up with the sun. This was due to the fact that he was addicted to running. Like Simon's praying, Jesse ran to sort out his thoughts. While today it was the usual thoughts; experimentation with his bisexuality and what some sort of potential self-destructive and rebellious thing he could do to himself. Now, he could cross being high off the list of things to do that accounted for rebellious behavior. Now, he just needed to get a tattoo and he'd be all set. Why did Wes have to be his guide so he couldn't even lie about his age to get one?

The werewolf ran along the beach wearing a white tank top and a pair of black Nike shorts with white stripes on the sides. Then he wore new balance sneakers his father bought for him when he was home since his old ones didn't fit anymore. Diana insisted that they all get New Balance since it didn't use sweatshops. The color of his were black, gray, and red and they still had that new spring to them. The teen already was sweating profusely. He was almost tempted to jump into the ocean. Oh, he could tell it would be a hot day today. Besides, he didn't want to get his iPod all crapped up.

A combination of listening to his iPod (Nirvana, actually. Jesse tended to like nineties music like his sister adored 80's music), enjoying the fact his sneakers still had a bounce to them, and thinking about a potential tattoo, he didn't notice someone was sitting in the sand. No, his father told him to always keep his head up. It made you look confident first off and also you could see where you're going. Next thing Jesse knew, he tasted sand and salt. He had taken a nice digger into the sand landing over Simon's legs.

Taking his ear plugs out, he looked over at the culprit, "Oh, sorry about that..."

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simon_curtis
2008-08-08 09:19 am UTC (link)

Simon had to laugh- he couldn't help it! This was the second time that he'd been sitting by the beach minding his own business when someone had tripped over him. "Sorry," he apologized, helping Jesse to his feet. "I should've said something when I saw you running at me. Truth is, you're the second person to not have seen me while I've been sitting there. I'm starting to wonder if I turn invisible or something." He smiled kindly, his expression assuring Jesse that he wasn't mad or anything. His eyes scanned the were-child's face. This kid looked familiar... Oh, that was it! Simon had seen Jesse in the House of Fire! Probably in a few classes as well, but Simon was specifically remembering seeing Jesse walking out of the house kitchen one evening. Yet another time the two nearly collided.

"I'm Simon," he said cordially, first brushing the dirt/sand off his khaki cargo shorts and baby blue polo shirt, then extending his hand to Jesse in a handshake. "You're in the House of Fire, right? I think I've seen you around."

Jesse was young, one of the youngest people Simon had seen around. It was a relief, actually, because for awhile, Simon had felt like he was the baby of Halcyon Halls. There were people of all ages at the school, a lot more adults than Simon had assumed there'd be. Not even all of them were teachers. But having another teenager around, especially in his house, made things better. At the very least there was someone else whose hormones were getting the best of him as well.

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jackedupwere
2008-08-09 05:35 am UTC (link)

Jumping to his feet, Jesse brushed off the dirt from the front of his shirt. He also chuckled a little, "No, it's okay. My mind was elsewhere. It tends to do that when I get running." He laughed again as he fiddled with his iPod to make sure it was still working appropriately, "Unless it is your ability, I doubt you'd be invisible. Wouldn't that be cool though? If I could turn invisible... there is only one place I would go if you know what I mean?" He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. There was only one place most guys would go if they were invisible. The girls' locker room. Oh yeeaaah. Giggity, giggity.

Simon looked familiar to Jesse too. He was certain Simon was that neurotic kid in the journals that could do something with fire. He thought he was a nymph at first. But gossip was a funny thing like that. He shook Simon's hand politely, "I'm Jesse. Yep, House of Fire. That's me. Werewolf. Yourself?" Might as well get the truth and not through second hand knowledge.

Jesse was one of the youngest at Halcyon. Most people were in their late teens or early twenties. Then again, Jesse's position was semi-unique. Most werewolves that were his age were usually born werewolf. Jesse was a newly created one. It was important he worked on controlling his now inner beast before it grew out of control the further into puberty he grew. Puberty itself was an inner beast that few learned how to control well anyway.

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simon_curtis
2008-08-09 11:33 am UTC (link)

For a moment, Simon didn't know what Jesse meant. But the telltale eyebrow waggle eventually clued him in. He blushed a little at Jesse's overt perviness. The girl's locker room wouldn't be the first place Simon would visit if he could be invisible... but it wouldn't be the last, either. "I think I'd probably mess around with people first, if I were invisible," he admitted. The truth of the matter was Simon would probably just wander the Earth with no one seeing him, but he didn't want Jesse to think he was a stick in the mud. Or worse, become what the kids back in Alabama called an "emo fag". "You know," he elaborated, "tripping bitchy women in heels, pulling down guys pants while they were trying to pick someone up at a bar. Things like that."

He hadn't expected Jesse to outright ask him about his reason for being at Halcyon. "Uh... Fire Nymph," he babbled. It was a peculiar way to greet oneself. Hi, I'm Simon, a Fire Nymph. What kind of freak are you? On the plus side, everyone was owning up to their uniqueness. And Simon always wondered when he met someone new what kind of supernatural they were. Maybe it was better to cut the formalities.

"I just found out I'm a quarter Nymph," he admitted. "So all this supernatural stuff is pretty new to me. Kind of nice to know I'm not some weirdo, though. That there are other people who are freaky like me." He smiled. "So, a werewolf," he said casually. "I've already met another were. She's pretty nice. Her name is Sydni, also House of Fire. Obviously. So, Jesse...born or bitten?"

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