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Cissy Vallario (cissysaidso) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-07-16 15:07:00

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cecilia, simon

Week Fourteen: Wednesday
Who: Cissy and Simon
When: 6:30 and beyond
Where: The Main Hall and then town
What: Cissy takes Simon out to dinner

Cissy wasn't sure what had possessed her to offer to take Simon out but she had and now it was time to do just that. She could make an educated guess, assume that it had something to do with his having been complimentary, and probably be right about that. She liked people that paid attention to her, and the fact that he had given such compliments to her name and to how well it had suited her had certainly gotten him on her good side. Also he seemed rather cute and sweet as well. And one could never go wrong in spending a little time with a sweet, younger boy. They were so cute, after all!

Even if this was not what she would consider an actual date, she had taken no less care in getting herself ready for it. She always wanted to look her best, whether it was early in the morning, the middle of the night, or she was just going to the post to check her mail. She had to look perfect. She could and would accept nothing less.

She had selected her outfit and all of her accesories rather carefully, wanting to look cute but not overly cute. She didn't want the boy to get the wrong idea, after all. And in the end, she had ended up in a nice, grey/blue dress that she felt fit the occasion perfectly. She went with the smokey eye look, blues and greys, heavy on the eyeliner, and a small amount of clear lipgloss. Nails were manicured in a french tip, both fingers and toes, and her feet were dressed in a pair of silver sandals that helped to bring out the silver of the buckles on the dress. Hair was left down, soft and in curls smelling like champagne and glittery like diamonds, and she spent an obligatory fifteen minutes just admiring the way that her final look had turned out.

For once, she was actually on time, though that wasn't really because she wanted to be but mostly because she thought that the boy might think she had stood him up and not wait for her to arrive were she to be too terribly late. He seemed the sort that would lack that confidence. Of course when at last she arrived, he was not yet there, so she had to wait for him which was certainly a change of pace. She batted lashes and threw enticing glances to a few people that passed, but certainly she was looking forward to just taking a step away from this place for a while.

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simon_curtis
2008-07-16 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Simon had paced his room about an hour before he needed to leave. It wasn't a date, not a really real one anyway. But he still didn't know what he was going to wear. He wasn't sure where Cissy was taking him so he had no way of knowing what would be appropriate dress. He was trying his best not to think about what his mother would have suggested. She would have said something along the lines of "It is better to be over dressed than under dressed." Clearly his mother had never been a teenager herself, because either option could result in social suicide. No one went bowling in a ball gown, and no one went dancing in sweats.

After acreful consideration Simon decided on a clean pair of dark blue jeans, a light blue cotton button-down shirt and a plain black tee beneath it. Not too dressy, but not too casual. Cissy struck him as the type of girl who looked good no matter where she went. Simon did not want to degrade her by forcing her to be on the arm of a slob. Not that Simon had ever (or could ever) look sloppy. Even in the tackiest of track suits, his shy and embarassed demeanor would act as perfect apology to any fashion faux pas.

Cissy was already waiting for him in the main hall. He could have kicked himself. Why had he needed to brush his hair for the fourth time? It was straight and flat, and no amount of combing would make it any less so. What if Cissy had seen that he was late and decided that he wasn't worth it? She looked really pretty at the moment- maybe she could have just picked someone up while waiting for him and gone to dinner with them instead. It was a stupid idea to think. Simon had no reason to believe Cissy would do something so shallow and rude. She had been kind enough to invite him along and darn it, he was going to enjoy himself and be more confident.

"Hi," he said, his voice full of false bravado. "Sorry I'm late- I can't do a thing with my hair." he smiled sweetly. She didn't care about his hair troubles, he was sure. Better to switch topics. "You look very nice," he said, and sincerely meant it. "I like your shoes." He'd learned that trick from one of his female friend in Alabama. A sure wasy to prove to a woman you were paying attention was to compliment something specific about her outfit- her earrings, shoes, purse, or some other seemingly trivial accessory. He couldn't help but smile as he admired her outfit- thank God he'd decided to go with the blue button-down shirt. It was the nicest one he owned, and despite his very sharp ensemble, Cissy's was epic in comparison. Her hair smelled lovely as well, which added to her allure and striking appearance.

"Where are we going, anyway?" he asked, enjoying the scent of her hair now before it became too creepy for him to be smelling. Taking in someone's scent when you first see them is one thing- continuing to do so, no matter how delightful they smelled, was quite another. That kind of thing was reserved for the perverts on the bus.

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cissysaidso
2008-07-16 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Cissy was nothing short of outgoing, so when he appeared from out of nowhere, the greeting that she gave him was quite warm. "Simon?" She asked, a smile lighting up her features. "It's nice to meet you." She said, and then leaned forward, one hand moving up to rest upon his shoulder as she kissed his cheek lightly and then pulled away.

The remark about his hair made her laugh and she reached a hand up to touch her own hair. "I feel your pain." Of course her own hair always looked lovely no matter if she had just rolled out of bed or had spent two hours curling it to perfection. Her eyes darted down to her shoes and she smiled as the turned a toe inward. "Thank you. They're new." Everything she owned was new practically. She certainly lived above her father's means and he never said a word about it.

"So I was thinking.." She moved to hook her arm through his as she began to answer the question. "That we could go to this nice little bistro right off the ocean." She started to walk, pulling him along with her as she cast one of her most charming smiles in his direction. "You do like Italian, don't you? They have tables outside, with a perfect view of the ocean. It's lovely." And something she couldn't get in New York, which was saying something.