Halcyon Halls

Who: Charlie and Sydni
When: Thursday night
Where: Starting at school, heading to the Isle of Bacalao Hotel eventually

Charlie had to admit, he was feeling pretty down as he got cleaned up and prepared to meet Sydni. This would be the last time he saw her for a while. He refused to think of it as the last time ever. Sure, it was a possibility, promised visits didn't always become a reality. But he was convinced he and Sydni would keep in touch, and he was sure she'd visit him when her schedule allowed it. The biggest challenge to her visiting was going to be the tension between her and Davia, though maybe that would ease with a bit of distance. He hoped so.

It was dark out, and Charlie was dressed, but he needed to take Cassius out for a walk before meeting up with Sydni, then he'd drop the pup off with a non-light-sensitive friend for the evening. Yeah, Charlie and Sydni would have to return to the school before dawn, so it wasn't like Cassius would be locked up for a cruel period of time, but he still liked to provide the pup with company.

With Cassius in good hands, Charlie ran back to his room to get everything he needed for the night, which was basically just his wallet, cell, and keys. He'd either sleep naked (like normal) or in his boxers if Syd preferred. Charlie had no idea what to expect from their evening together, especially since he figured she was upset about him leaving. He didn't know what to expect of himself either, knowing that Sydni wasn't one for casual sex, and not feeling entirely comfortable trying to convince her otherwise. Something told Charlie he probably could, but would that be taking advantage? He wasn't sure.

With a sigh, he made his way outside and toward his bike, where he planned to meet Sydni. She wasn't there yet, but he went ahead and uncovered the motorcycle and got the helmets out. He also briefly checked his appearance in one of the bike's side mirrors. He'd kept it casual and fashionable as always... rugged jeans that hugged his lean frame nicely, paired with a button up black shirt. The typical flare was in place as well... a cool belt buckle, his favorite boots, and of course his leather jacket.

Who: Charlie and Davia (aka Shaye)
When: Monday evening
Where: Charlie's dad's place

Charlie had slept in this morning and lounged around the house much of the day. He'd not had a chance to get over the jet lag the night before, they'd gone straight from LAX over to Lewis' house. Maggie got to stay up late so she could spend a bit more time with her Uncle Charlie, but soon enough her eyelids were getting heavy, and Charlie read her a bedtime story. She lasted just two pages before passing out.

It was great being with his family again, and Charlie was glad he'd brought Davia along as well. His family, while slightly nervous still about the vampire stuff, was extremely welcoming to the stranger. Well, not so much of a stranger to Lewis, as Charlie told his brother everything about his time so far at school. Lewis was a good listener, and he was probably most happy to hear that Charlie had given up the drugs and cut back on the drinking. Sex was another story, but Lewis understood his brother's addiction to that vice would never fade.

Stretching his feet out across the couch, he looked over to Davia. "So what do you make of your first 24 hours in L.A.?" He was more interested in what she thought of his family, but it seemed like a strange question to ask. Charlie thought he had the greatest family on earth.

And, as if on cue, William walked over and handed his son a beer, offering the other to Davia, "Not sure what sort of beer ya like, Shaye... but I've been a Bud man for years, so it's all I've got. Hope ya like it." William smiled at the beautiful young woman, and Charlie nodded to his father in thanks.

"Dad, I figure here in a bit, we could either head over to Lewis' place, or see if they want to come over here. Looked like Maggie was feeling good enough to want to come play at grandpa's. And Lewis should be getting home from the shop in a few minutes."

Who:  Sydni and Charlie
What:  Post-injury concern
Where:  A common room near House of Fire
When:  Evening

The pain meds the nurse had given her were supernatural strength.  That meant, just like regular pain meds when she was human, all Sydni wanted to do was sleep all day.  But after Charlie had asked to meet her, she had set her alarm to the appropriate time in case she dozed off when she was supposed to be meeting him.  And that's exactly what she had done.  Lucky for her, pain meds didn't make her nauseous, but she still hated the loopy feeling they gave her.  Especially since it only made her feel dopey and tired, not bubbly like alcohol did.

Putting away the book she'd been reading for her independent study with Miklos, she stumbled about her room for a bit trying to clear her head.  She was already late, as she'd not been able to get up when her alarm went off.  She kept falling back asleep.  It was time to eat, she figured, and she grabbed some cold pizza out of her fridge, and a bottle of water.  That was where most of the stumbling came from - from her bed to her fridge, back to her bed.  Looking around her room stupidly, she tried to figure out what else she'd need.  Instead of remembering, she made the decision to start taking half a pill from now on.  This sucked.  For someone whose career was made on using her mind, it sucked when your mind wasn't working.  Or felt like it was in a fog.  After contemplating that for a few minutes, she remembered she'd probably need a notebook and a pen, maybe some change to make photocopies.  Grabbing it all up in her good arm, she left her room, and realized that filling her good arm with stuff to carry presented a conundrum.  Locking her door.  "Fuck it," she muttered, and headed down to the common room they'd agreed upon.  Sydni rarely cursed - it just wasn't a part of her day-to-day vocabulary.  She didn't particularly object to it, though.  But when she was tired, cranky, or drunk, the words just came out.  No filter.

Upon arriving at her destination, Sydni went over to where Charlie was and flopped in a seat near him.  "Hey," she said, trying to sound more upbeat and less fuzzy than she was actually feeling.  "I hope you don't mind," she said waving the pizza, "but I grabbed a bunch from the caf so I could hide out in my room.  Stupid meds making me sleep a lot.  That's why I'm late.  Sorry..." she smiled sheepishly.  She hated being late anywhere, but really, she was injured.  It was a valid excuse.

Who: Charlie, Nell, & Blake
When: Thursday evening, after sunset
Where: slightly away from the main action, but still in view of the fireworks over the beach

Charlie was kinda craving some good barbecue and all the fixins that came with it, but he wasn't feeling terribly social. Besides, while Cassius was normally a very well-behaved dog, Charlie didn't think it was wise to tempt him with the smell of grilled food. The leash, while not always a necessity, definitely had to be attached tonight, and the second it was hooked onto the collar, Cassius seemed to realize he was expected to be on his best behavior. Poor pup.

Charlie needed to behave as well. He hoped he wouldn't spot Caibre or Kat, because while he'd promised Davia he'd leave the two alone, he didn't know that he'd keep his promise if he saw them. It was best if he just avoided any sort of run-in.

Wrapping the leash around his hand after throwing on a thick black hoodie, jeans, and his boots, Charlie left his room and headed out for a leisurely stroll toward the beach. He was aiming for the area that was more rocky. Sand wasn't really his thing tonight. Neither was company, but he'd said he'd meet up with the twins, and he wasn't gonna go back on that. Hopefully they'd find him though, because he wasn't about to go searching for the two of them among the crowd that had already gathered near the shore. Instead, he kept his distance, plopping down on a large, sharp edged rock, patting it for Cassius to climb up and join him.

The dog's nose was working overtime, smelling the sea, lots of people, and of course... food. But Charlie had pocketed some biscuits along with his keys and phone, so he offered one up from time to time, keeping the boxer moderately satisfied. "Sorry, dude, but I can't let you go over there and raid the grill. Sucks, I know, but they might make you go back inside, and neither of us want that." Cassius munched on his treat before letting his head fall into Charlie's lap, resting there. Charlie looked out at the water, waiting for the show to begin, scratching Cassius' ears all the while.

Who: Charlie and Sydni
When: Monday, early evening
Where: one of the pool rooms (I think there's more than one?)

Monday again, and Charlie was feeling better about this one than the last. For starters, he didn't have the 'hangover' he'd felt after his binge on Val's blood like the previous week. Well, not totally. Charlie was still suffering from a degree of withdrawal. But his hands weren't physically shaking anymore, and he had regained some focus. He was able to go more than a minute without thinking about Val, without licking his lips hoping to taste her upon them.

Still, wasn't an easy day. He only had three classes each day, but he was only planning on attending two of them. Being around Cassius was just too damn difficult. He'd forced himself to attend Bloodlust last week, but the distraction was nearly unbearable. He physically had to hold onto his desk to keep from bolting. He needed to make a change, or he'd never learn a damn thing about control. Maybe Charlie was running away from his problem, but he didn't see how he could deal with it right now. Perhaps later he'd have enough composure to hold it together in that class.

For now though, he collected his belongings after his Supernatural Races class, and briefly talked to Sydni. He was confident she wouldn't bail on him, so Charlie said his 'goodbye' of sorts and headed back to his room to change, and Sydni did the same.

She hadn't looked good. Granted, she looked a hell of a lot better than most people looked after getting their noses broken, because it was healing fast, but the damage was still visible to him. He'd broken his nose years ago, and he'd looked like absolute shit for quite a while. It was an extremely painful injury too, and he imagined quick healing or not, Sydni wasn't feeling so great at the moment. Hopefully a soak in the hot tub would calm the body and mind and ease some of her suffering. He knew she was mentally stressed as well. Totally understandable considering all that had happened between her and Davia.

Within ten minutes of leaving class, Charlie had returned to his room, changed into his swim trunks, and arrived in the pool room. He spent a lot of time in the hot tub, probably more so than he would have in his 'previous life'. The heat was just so damn soothing. Made him feel like he was human again to have that wet warmth surrounding him. Same was true with sex. It felt good to have a sweaty body pressed up against his own.

He set his keys, cell, and towel down on a table and slipped off his flip flops. A second later, Charlie eased his body down into the steaming water, letting out a sigh that turned into a groan of sorts. His eyes closed, and he let his head fall back to rest on the ledge of the hot tub. Charlie took deep breaths, as pointless as it was, and tried to let go of all the shit bouncing off the walls of his brain.

Who: Miss Errona and Charlie
Where: One of the safest places she knows: Her Office.
When: Monday afternoon, about twenty minutes after classes end.
What: Charlie requests help from Halcyon's premiere mystical retailer.


Miss Errona was running a little late, but showed no signs of trying to hurry. The man she was meeting, one Charles lastnameunknown was meeting her to discuss a certain matter of threats and protection. While it might seem uncouth to let such a subject drag, this certainly was not a new matter for him. It had taken her a moment, but she had remembered that he was the one whom she had spoken to before.

Imagine, he'd accused her of being a dealer. While she'd had no intentions of making him wait, her business in her classroom had not been completed until after the time. Rest assured, the entrance to her office, a small alcove and some space outside of it, was one of the safer places to be in the school. She showed no particular signs of hurrying as she gracefully strutted down the hallways of Halcyon in her high heels and fitted black, satin dress. White blazer folded over her arm, the dress gathered in a not too showful manner. Of course, with a figure like her own, not being too conservative still showed a certain amount of decoletage.

Her handbag dangled around her wrist under the blazer and she waved at a few certain persons with a flexing of her fingers from her upheld hand. Very ladylike, very indicative of her area of origin. Pin straight hair floating around her body to her waist. She just did not know how the women of the world got by without a Witch's bag of vanity tricks. It was hard to think you had to live with just one texture hair in life.

"Charles, Ah presume?" She asked, sidling up besides him. My, but he was very tall. Even in her tall heels he quite towered above her. Leecee was not a tall woman in any regards. A bit handsome in that rugged way. It was yet to be seen how deep his strength yet. He would find Miss Errona very soft on the inside, but hard as steel the deeper he got.

Who: Charlie and Val
When: Sunday, close to midnight
Where: random bar in town
Warning: definitely naughty :P

If Charlie still had the ability to sweat, it probably would have been coming off him in buckets. As it was, the chill of night sunk into his bones, making his joints ache. It wasn't just the cold though, it was fear. He had no control over himself when he was around Val, and he wasn't sure what the fuck sort of stupid thought had driven him to ask to meet with her. Right now, as he climbed onto his bike and raced into town, he felt like the biggest idiot in the world, but he also had this pulsing need to see her.

Being connected to someone in the way that Charlie now was to Val was painful. It ached constantly, and it wouldn't be ignored. He'd never really gotten himself addicted to any sort of chemicals, but he figured this was about the way it felt to be an addict... to desperately crave something that would only hurt you. She'd ripped his life apart, and yet he still wanted the taste of her on his lips. It was a sickness.

Jerking his hand back, he gunned the engine and drove much faster than he ever should have on such twisting roads, but if he was stupid enough to meet with Val, then he was clearly stupid enough to nearly commit suicide on a motorcycle. Maybe if he lost control and became impaled on a road side sign, the world would be a better place.

Seemed the world would have to wait to swallow up Charlie though, because he arrived at the rundown bar they'd agreed to meet at, sooner than he would have liked. Charlie's eyes darted around as he pulled off his helmet and climbed down from his bike. He couldn't feel her or smell her, but maybe she was able to prevent him from doing so? He had no idea what sorts of things she could do. That was part of the reason he was here (other than clearly being insane). He wanted to know what she was, and in turn, what sort of... thing... he'd become as a result.

'Where the fuck is she?' He wondered, putting all the other shit aside for just a moment. Charlie walked around, his boots crunching in the gravel, his keys jingling lightly in the pocket of his leather jacket. He'd not had time to worry about his appearance before running out, though did he really care how he looked to see her? He wasn't sure, and it was too late to worry about it now. Tattered jeans and a plain white t-shirt would have to do. He'd not even bothered with his normal bit of flare. There was no hat, no scarf, and the belt was boring. It was all very un-Charlie Burghard.

Who:  Charlie and Sydni
Where:  Starts at the school, then to the ocean
What:  motorcycles and boats

Sydni was looking forward to this evening's outing quite a bit.  First of all, she hadn't been on a motorcycle since she'd last gone with her father.  It had been a while.  Secondly, she had been quite disappointed by last week and this was a chance to make it up.  Truthfully, she paid more attention to her appearance than usual, evening applying make-up.  She wasn't going to be swimming, and it certainly wouldn't be hot.  She headed down to the caf a bit early and made the rueben sandwich as promised, along with a hommus and veggie wrap for herself.  She had bought the ingredients for Charlie's sandwich earlier that day.  Even if it was just a sandwich, he had specifically said a 'good' rueben, and that's what she intended to deliver.

Packing the sandwiches and alcohol, vodka and orange juice for herself and tequila for Charlie, into a backpack, she headed out to the front of the school to meet him.  She would have actually worn something a bit lighter, but even if she would heal well, road burn would suck.  So would being burned on a hot exhaust pipe.  Instead, she'd worn jeans, black leather riding boots, a black Aerosmith tank, and a black leather jacket.  It was warm, but on the motorcycle she hoped it would be appropriate.

Being a bit nervous, she bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited.  She wasn't sure what to do, other than drink and look at the stars this time.  Last time she'd had a plan.  But she'd already shown Davia the zooplankton, and she didn't want to make a habit of showing the same things over and over again.  It would be much more interesting if they could go diving.  As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she remembered that he had made a comment about surfing.  To herself really, Sydni murmured, "Wonder if he still does..."  Night surfing would be really dangerous, all things considered.  If he did, she'd be up for learning.  Smiling, she thought about how cool it would be.

Watching as the last rays of the sunset tinged the clouds with fire, she wondered what that would be like...  Not being able to see the sun again.  Well, they could, here in the school.  But not go out.  A thought suddenly struck her, and from pensive, her expression changed to curious.  Sunlight couldn't penetrate through water...  She wondered if they went deep enough, would a vampire be safe from the sunlight?  I suppose it would depend how much sunlight was necessary to affect them on land...  Measure the UV rays and figure it out...  Contemplating the various measurements she'd need to take, Sydni became lost in thought and she leaned back against the building.

Who: Charlie and Davia
When: Saturday night
Where: Heaven/Hell

By the time Saturday arrived, Charlie was mostly feeling better. Well, he was feeling better about himself and his own problems. But new problems were coming to light. He was worried about the mysterious 'gift' given to Jaida. Such an expensive looking bracelet wasn't the sort of thing some random boy with a secret crush gave to a woman. Charlie felt something more was going on, and it worried him that Jaida had no fear or suspicions at all. For someone who had grown up under such difficult conditions, her survival instincts seemed to be lacking. She needed to be nervous about this and a lot of other things, but she shrugged them off. Seemed Charlie and Vivian would have to be the ones to look out for her, since she was clearly not thinking about herself.

But, he tried to put his worries aside for a few hours. Jaida wasn't in any immediate danger, at least he didn't think so. It was just a situation that would need to be monitored, and he could continue to do that while still enjoying himself by going out clubbing for the night. He could also keep the company of another woman. Probably wasn't good for him to be spending most of his time split between his dog and two women who were fucking each other.

Things had been so very interesting with Davia the other evening. She'd had the unique opportunity to experience the lessor seen side of Charlie before the more obvious one. Normally, time spent alone on a beach with a beautiful woman would have resulted in something more physical, less conversational. It was strange to have connected with her without actually 'connecting' with her. He was hoping to show her his less serious side tonight, because she'd really seen a rather sullen version of Charlie the other evening.

Hoping to start things off on the right note, he'd made sure to dress a hell of a lot better for their date. A casual black suit with a charcoal grey shirt underneath showed some sophistacation. Davia seemed to be a classy woman in an otherworldly sort of way. He didn't know what she'd be wearing, but no doubt there'd be an elegance to it, so he kept the lines and colors of his appearance clean and subdued. Still, there were little notes of typical Charlie style. He wrapped a deep red scarf around his neck, and plopped a fedora hat on his head, tilting it in the mirror as he wore a cocky smile. He could have been a modern day gangster.

When the time finally arrived for him to meet his date, Charlie pocketed his keys and phone and hit the door. They'd agreed to meet outside near the stables where he kept his bike. Charlie arrived about a minute early, giving him enough time to pull the blanket off his motorcycle and check that it was as clean and perfect as he'd left it.

Who: Davia and Charlie
When: Early Night
Where: Somewhere on the beach

It was a little known fact that Davia came here just about every night. Ever since the conversation with Starbuck and the party that had followed, she had found herself craving the beach, the ocean, the serenity of it all. Even though it made her melancholy to be in a place that held so many memories of her mother, she also found comfort in it, in a way, and it made her feel closer to the woman that her mother was before her father, David, had murdered her. She had to imagine that her mother had been a very different person before then, happier. And a part of her had grown to resent her father for what he had done to her, what he had done to Davia as well.

With shoes held in her hand, she walked up to the shoreline to dig her toes into the cold, wet sand, the waves washing up and lapping over her feet. She stared out at the seemingly endless horizon and imagined what it must be like to sail out there, to be lost in the vast of blue that seemed to have no beginning and no end. She envied the people that could do that, that could take off like that and so thoroughly lose themselves and had no need to ever come back to shore. She wished that she could be like them. But alas, her life would not allow it, not that she had many attachments, hardly any, but she had the need for things that one could not so easily find out on the open water.

With a glance at her watch, she decided it was about time to head back. If she took the scenic route, she would be there probably an hour or so before curfew which would give her enough time to look over notes for tomorrow's classes. There was a beach entrance about a mile up that would take her onto the main strip where there was a really nice coffee shop that she could go to. Feet still bare, she headed in that direction, walking a pretty good ways before she noticed someone else there on the sand looking just as lost in thought as she had been.

Who: Ada, Charlie
What: Late night soak
Where: The hot tub

The full moon had done nothing to make Ada feel better. It took away that extra edge of wanting to quite literally crawl out of her skin, but the sensations all pretty much remained. Exhausted, check. Fidgety, check. Wanting more than almost anything to get out of the school, head down to Hell, and score enough to make it all go away for awhile? Check. But that wasn't an option, at least she kept telling herself that. She deserved better than that, even if she felt worse at this moment than she had in months.

She looked like hell, from the dark circles under her eyes to the weight she'd lost, more noticeable in a bathing suit. Her hair was more of a mess than usual, even pulled back into a ponytail which was definitely out of the ordinary. She always had time to at least wash it to wear her hair down. Since she hadn't put a whole lot of effort into getting ready--threw on a bathing suit, pulled her messy hair back, put some jeans and an old concert tee on over the bikini, and then headed downstairs, flip-flops making slapping noises on the floor.

Within ten minutes from her last response to Charlie, she was headed up to the guys' floor to let Rhett know where she was going. She didn't want to bother him, but she also didn't want him to worry if he came knocking on her door. She assured him that Charlie knew what was up and that yes, she would keep her bathing suit on, and no, he wasn't bringing any drugs. At least she was pretty sure he wasn't, but she didn't think he'd do that after their conversation the other day.

After that little talk with the best friend, she was a couple minutes late getting down to the pool room. Her jeans hung a little looser than usual, but all in all she just looked... exhausted. It was about how she felt, too. A little relaxation in the hot tub might do her some good.

Who: Everyone who received an invite, and their guest (Check Wes' page, if you're not sure about an invite.)
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: Thursday Night
What: Shop Warming party, and small gig

There was a goal here. After living in Vegas, having been to so many bitchin' parties, your standards for them rose. The normal, punch, and cookies, with a shit ass dj, lurking in some corner, wouldn't cut it here. Hell no. The goal, was to make this party, just as fucking killer, as any party he'd been to in Vegas. To make those parties jealous even. With the help of his friends, and brothers, it seemed as if that was going to happen. All the elements were in place, now it would be down to those in attendance, to make the most of it. Wes was sure of one thing, he was going to have an amazing time, there would be no stopping that.

The Spooks had been a huge help, in their time on the island. While Wes tended to his classes, they took care of setting up for the party. Doing little things here, and there. Anyone who came into the shop after that Monday, would notice that certain things were off. It was all in preparation. Now, it was ready, everything was good. A bar had been constructed against on the walls. Bottles, upon bottles were either stacked beneath it, or on the packing crate shelves they had built last Monday. Wes had been told that there was more than enough liquor... he was starting to question whether it was enough. Also available at the bar, one would find certain goodies upon request. That was one good thing, about knowing drug dealers. They made excellent party guest. Aside from the bar, another sofa had been added to the sitting area, similar to the one all ready occupying the space, but not nearly as detailed.
( Let the fun begin. )

Who: Open to all
Where: The East Pool and connected commons room
When: Saturday Evening into Night
What: Spring Fling

Leaving the Main Hall, one can turn left or right, either way, their path is through yet more sand. To the left they will find themselves shortly in the pool room decorated similarly to the main hall. Lawn chairs, tiki torches, palm trees, and again a room lit less by florescent, more by flame and “starlight”.

This particular pool is of course, the perfect choice for this type of party. The shallow end being only inches deep and the deepening so gradual as to give the appearance of a beach leading out to sea. Sand was packed all around and completely molded into the shallowest parts, so heavily that the bits being washed away only leave even more sand beneath. Clean up, they already know, is going to be hell.

Life guards will be on duty tonight to accommodate those less aquatically-inclined, but please do be aware of the water depth, the lack of lighting, and most especially, the amount of alcohol in that drink they called a Sex on The Beach.

When you're looking to relax away from the hustle and bustle of the party, you might want to curl up on a couch in the common room. Laid back and relaxing as always, the room has now been transformed into an island cabana, but a cabana with a large screen TV playing beach movies all night long.

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: Heaven
When: Friday Night
What: Charity Date Auction


Eva was something beyond excited. It fluttered about her with nervous energy. If she were out in the open water no doubt there would have been small eddies forming around her in response to the energy she gave off with each and every breath as she hurried about Heaven getting all the last finishing touches done on her crowning achievement. Eva had done her fair share of party planning over the years at Halcyon, she loved being in the mix helping set a mood. And let's face it the girl loved a party... especially a theme party.

But this was something more. It was something that had been entirely her idea. Born of... who the hell knew where but it did put together all her favorite things. Flirting, dating, runway shows, Heaven... the list really could go on. Even in her egotistical glory Eva knew that she couldn't have completed this event without the girls that had volunteered to help out. Taylor, Sam and Frankie had been fantastic, picking up on all the things that Eva was horrible at... you know like the practical aspects of the whole event.

The night had a beach theme as was befitting the charity chosen for the evening and Eva couldn't have been happier. Heaven had been decked out, Vale's assistant proved to be more than helpful at helping her organize the decorations and getting the staff to help out. A runway had been constructed with a podium at the back where Eva planned to do her auctioning from. Tropical plants lined the runway for the dates to strut their stuff along. Eva was almost jealous that she wasn't doing any strutting herself and with the outfit she'd donned for the night... she felt like she could. Perhaps not traditionally beach themed but it was a swimming suit... of sorts and as the auctioneer she thought she needed to glam it up and set herself a part a little.

But when didn't Eva think she needed to set herself a part from the crowd.

Eva exchanged a few last words with the bartenders for the night, making sure that mai tais and other tropical drinks were the order for the night. She wove her way through the tables that had been set up a bit aside from the runway, brightly colored umbrellas over them to add to the theme. She ensured that there was plenty of food ready for people attending and finally she made sure that man at the door was ready to take the $10 dollar cover charge. It was for a charity after all!

Now all she had to do was make sure that the meat er... the dates were ready for their big night!

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Who: Charlie and Rosie (the OTHER Rosie, heh)
When: Monday night
Where: the kids are going to town for shenanigans!

Another day under the belt, another night about to begin, and hopefully another Halcyon hottie to add to Charlie's growing list. He'd put together quite a collection so far, and all (perhaps with the exception of Ada) would likely be return customers. Always important when running a 'business' to satisfy your customers, otherwise they wouldn't come back for more! Charlie always had more to give, so he make sure to keep his ladies happy. Now, if they became problem customers, they were banned. Chicks who were prone to falling in love, outright crazies (of the non-enjoyable variety), and anyone who was either bad in bed or didn't practice good hygiene... well, they were scratched off the list immediately. He hoped that Rosie wouldn't fall into any of those categories.

He'd seen the dark haired vixen in the hallways and such, chatted her up online several times, and he was confident she'd be good times... you know, once she got over that whole issue of not wanting to be a practicing Succubus. For Christ's sake, she was BORN to fuck, and she wasn't! Talk about criminal. Charlie was practically foaming at the mouth over the idea of boning a chick whose basic drive was to seek out sexual pleasure. They already had so much in common, how could they not get along?!

He had a few tricks up his sleeve for the evening. Just because he was eager to get into a girl's pants, didn't mean he wasn't capable of putting together a romantic prelude. He'd gotten reservations at a trendy restaurant in town, found a small dance club they could hit after, and figured they could go riding along the coast later if the weather cooperated. There'd been a mist hanging in the air for much of the day, but he hoped it would clear up after sunset.

As that hour approached, Charlie got cleaned up for his date, making sure his beard was perfectly groomed, applied the most subtle spritz of cologne, and changed into a casual but cool outfit. Well-worn jeans, green t-shirt, and a jacket. He looked good, so he gave his reflection a quick wink before grabbing his keys and phone and heading out to find his date.

They'd decided to meet outside where the cabs gathered. And as Charlie stepped outside, he realized it would be for the best if they took a taxi instead of his bike. It was still damp out, and the roads had a sheen to them. Not ideal weather for riding a motorcycle. Oh well, they'd still have a good time, and he could always take her riding later if things went well tonight.

| who. | Annabella Laputa and anyone else | what. | While enjoying her new school at Halcyon Halls, Anya is intriuged to check out the club Heaven and Hell. Particuarly, Hell. | when. | April 26; 7:05 pm | where. | Heaven and Hell

Solace. Utter consolation. The distinctive ardor she strived for to convince herself she wasn't a freak that should be convicted into a circus sideshow for all to jive at her incoherent ability. She wasn't the sore thumb that stuck out in the crowd anymore. On the contrary, she wasn't even a blimp on the radar. Her keen analysis on other students validated just how normal she was. Blood that boiled in her skin was normal, comparing to werewolves who feared the fullmoon and vampires that refrained the inevitable bloodlust to suck their peers dry. An anchor of doubt had been uplifted. Hope sprang freely, fleeting in profound glory. She felt grateful, but under privileged. Her unique abilities no longer seemed unique. Unsatisfactory. A pigeon in a flock peacocks. No one noticed. She never mentioned exactly what she was, or more appropriately put, what she could do—though inclined to the Zephir house lead little to the imagination. She wasn't implanting falsity, but introvert closure to her background, but remaining an enigma to others inquisitive minds was entertaining. Her fascination was evident, and she wasn't fixated on shrouding her provocative reactions. It was easier for the others to react mellow, while most were heeded to the aspects of the supernatural world long enough to accommodate to the environment. She heard the school cater to any supernaturally inclined being, including telepathics, which ignited a suspicion on who exactly could read her mind. Though particularly brusque, she wasn't open on topics that applied to herself for rationales that remained evident. Trust. It was an attribute that a person needed to be worthy of. Thus, trustworthy. Rarely none had potential—or so Anya had concluded. Liars always existed, and even loyalty had it's faults. She was a hypocrite, thus herself was a fluent liar. So, how could others be trusted when she couldn't even trust herself. It was a common conception that rippled through her feeble mind, like a plague. it was a disease. The harmless virus—in a matter of speaking.

Humans were unreliable. Everyone was unreliable. Their unresponsive nature in a matter of serious crisis usually proceeds them. Authentic loyalty was seldom. She learned that the hard way. Her father was the most unreliable person to could critic. He'd spent majority of his time endorsing in work, rather then committing as a husband and a father. Rupert Laputa kiled her mother cause of it. Not in literal sense, and doctors would quickly deny her provocative retort—but he killed her. Giselle Laputa died of a broken heart that couldn't be mended after years of indecent neglect. While most fathers appointed impromptu outings to remind their wives how spontaneous and loving that could be, Rupert avoided showing any sign of love. Alas, it took a pale carcass laid lifeless on the floor for Rupert to finally care. Consistent banters of Anya's abrasive reaction inquired her feelings towards her deceased mother. For that, she despised him. She hadn't shed a tear for three years, true, but that didn't make her heartless. She repined from emotions as a way of coping with her anguish. Therapists repeatedly tried to analyze her, marking her as dysfunctional, or that her bipolar disorder was held accountable for her lack of emotions. They were wrong. All wrong. She had a heart, and wether a stalwart steel blockade that organ, it was still there. Living, beating, thumping. Characteristic traits shouldn't be confused with serious disorders. And it was her father's continuous trials of acts of challenges that lead her to emancipating herself at seventeen. She'd never been more grateful. And now, she felt more at home then she did in years. So, ironic. She felt as if she were Harry Potter being escorted to the blissful Hogwarts, where she no longer felt like an outcast. An outsider of society. In a matter speaking, she was. Halcyon Halls had witches, and many other creatures as well. It was more historic, and extravagant then what she read in those Harry Potter books. This was legitimate. It wasn't mindless idioms printed on expensive paper. It was real. Real as flesh and blood. She pinched herself to assure she wasn't dreaming—that she wouldn't awake in her bed constrained to her cotton sheets, bewildered by such a vivid dream.

( your halo slipping down )

Who: Charlie, and Vivian
Where: Heaven & Hell, in Hell.
When: Evening, of course.
What: Vivian being a generous friend.
Rating: We'll see.

Usually, people avoided venturing into work, when they weren't scheduled to be there. Vivian had discovered, that working in Hell, was a far stretch from your average bar gig. The people were cool as fuck, and Vale was quickly becoming her favorite boss. Aside from Thursday, which had been happily spent on her bike, with Jaida, she'd slipped in every night that week, to do a bit more training with the specialized drinks. There were now two, which she could make with relative ease, but still quite a few more, which needed work. Tonight, however, there was no work. After greeting a few people, including Vale, she had made her way to the bar, ordered a drink, which had been drained soon after.

Bourbon didn't have the kick it once did, but the taste was enough to hold her interest. Besides, she had other goodies to give her the high that she so loved. The dance floor then became her home. The three lines of fae blood coke, coursing through her system was her primary drive at the moment. She hadn't set out of one song, nor did she have a desire to. Especially when there were so many good looking dancing partners to enjoy. Me, woman, so long as they could move, she was pressed up against them, her body moving in time with the music.

This wasn't just an average outing though. There was a reason she was here, all though it seemed forgotten at the moment, that was not the case at all. A gift was to be given, that how it had been planned out. Charlie had a bag of her new favorite treat, with his name on it, waiting for him. So, instead of a casual exchange, they had decided to make a night of it. Why not? With the shit week she had, had, Vivian deserved fun. Jaida had again proven to be an oh so worthy partner, on their little night ride. Though, sex on her bike had been a bit awkward, and left the two laughing, when falling off was threatened, it had been well worth it. Aside from the sexual aspect, it seemed the two were becoming good friends. Sex was just a plus.

Hopefully Charlie would be equally fun. He seemed to have it in him, and tonight would undoubtedly be the test. Until he arrived, the demon she was dancing with, would be entertaining enough. Vivian couldn't even bring herself to mind the clutching hands he'd placed on her ass, his claws however, that was a bit questionable. Though, the denim of her blue jeans seemed to be protecting her thus far.

Who: Kalli and Charlie
When: Thursday night, after sunset
Where: On Charlie's bike, outside somewhere


Kalli had been amused by Charlie's comment the other night. Ride his bike, among other things. Kalli wasn't that easy, c'mon! The impression Kalli might be giving wasn't really all that accurate, she did have some standards. Then again, the impression Charlie was leaving on her might not be all that realistic either, he could just be really really cocky. She was curious to find out though, which was why she had agreed to meet him tonight.

She had spent the majority of her day, like any other day - in classes, and then wandering around outside. Kalli had to be outside, too much time indoors left her feeling sick and weak and it just seemed to happen quicker now that the weather was starting to turn for the better. Okay, it was getting better as slowly as it possibly could but it was still better than snow, nonetheless.

Eventually she came back in from a small excursion outside to change into warmer clothes. Clouds had rolled in as the sun set and it began to rain lightly, only pausing every so often. Kalli didn't mind the rain, she actually kind of liked it. She loved the way everything smelled after it had finished. Crappy weather was just the way things worked, and she hoped that Charlie wasn't going to let a little water stop him, although she seriously doubted that would happen.

In her room, she opened her closet and kicked through a pile of clean clothes that didn't quite make it to the hangers. What do you wear on a bike? She had never been on one, and truth be told, they didn't look like her kind of thing. Being able to walk almost anywhere she wanted served her well enough. Her mind could be changed though, so she continued shuffling through the mess. Dark fitted jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a fitted black jacket completed her outfit. All these men were starting to have an impact on her vanity, she decided as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her clothes hugged all the right places, not really what she was going for tonight, but she didn't much feel like sifting through that pile again. Kalli's hair was left long and blond to hang past her shoulders and trail down her back in loose curls, she wouldn't be tampering with that, her hair did whatever it wanted anyway. All that's left were shoes. This was the one thing she always had a problem with, being as tall as she was, heels weren't always the best choice. Shaking her head at how much effort she seemed to be putting into getting ready, she pulled a on a pair of black boots with a slight heel and headed out the door, not bothering to look in the mirror again.

The common room of Terrene was empty, so she took a seat on one of the couches and crossed her legs. The few minutes she probably had waiting, left her to think about Charlie's game. Clearly he was looking to get laid, but there had to be at least a little more to him than that. Hopefully so, or else he'd be a very sorry man tonight. As for herself, she was happy with what she was getting as far as that went, but she didn't see any harm in teasing. Flirting was fun, and an adrenaline rush all on it's own. Damn, maybe she did enjoy playing 'hard to get' more than she realized.

Who: Charlie and Ada (and anyone else who wants to join!)
When: Saturday night
Where: Heaven

Charlie was a bit disappointed that he and Ada were sent upstairs to perform. Their shit apparently wasn't 'hard' enough to earn them a billing in the basement (which was where the better party was clearly located). Eh, he still planned to head downstairs later. Hell was a far better venue, and he'd take it over Heaven any day (unless we're talking about the REAL heaven and hell, because then he would much rather ascend). Regardless, he, Ada and Suoh would rock out and give the kids a good show.

He was excited and a little nervous about performing tonight. It hadn't been that long since his last gig, but that last performance with Torque was the night he met Val and became a vampire. He couldn't get the bitey bitch out of his thoughts as he and and the others did a mini sound check just before the show. They'd not had much practice, but Charlie was confident they'd play great. He'd learned all of Ada's songs, and she'd learned his. And Suoh, a crazy ass Japanese man who didn't seem to speak much English, was some sort of musical savant. That fucker picked up all the songs in a matter of hours!

They were going to play a set of six tonight. Three of Ada's songs (Gunpowder and Lead, Kerosene, and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend), and three of Charlie's (Stay Another Night, Vice, and In The City). It hadn't been hard at all to pick the songs. Clearly, Ada was still bitter about the douche she was rebounding from, because her song choices were filled with all sorts of just-got-dumped anger. Charlie felt they would get the audience geared up. Ada's songs had that country flavor, but they had a hardness and rawness that got his attention, and he was sure others would enjoy as well. Charlie's music was straight rock, and he planned to actually sing lead on them. Back home, he left most of the singing to Lewis, but Charlie had a good voice, and the songs were more geared to a man's sound. Besides, he wrote the fucking songs, he should be singing them! Hopefully, it would help him score some quality tail after the performance.

Just before going on stage, Charlie did two quick lines of blow. He wanted a bit more, but he couldn't afford to lose his head. He was worried Val was in the audience, and if he saw her, he planned to give her a piece of his mind. Fuck the whole 'not hitting women' thing. That really only applied to ladies, and Val was no lady! The Bitey Bitch needed to get her ass handed to her, and Charlie felt up to the task.

But, he tried to put thoughts of her aside as he looked to Ada and Suoh. With a nod, Suoh counted them in, and soon enough, Charlie and Ada joined in on guitar and bass. The sound was good, really good. Amazing that three people with such limited experience playing together could rock out like that, but they did, and Charlie felt all his problems melt away. As the three played their intros... Ada addressed the crowd, giving credit where credit was due, to the man who done her wrong, "This song's for any of you girls out there who've ever been mistreated by a man..." And so it began. The girl had serious chops, and she owned the stage when she was on it. She wasn't the most stunning woman upon first glance, but it was hard to take your eyes off her when she performed. Charlie joined in as backup, and it wasn't long until the crowd started to get into it.

When: Night
Where: Club Hell
Who: Vale and anyone

Busy busy busy. Vale was a man that enjoyed the sin of sloth but as of late he’d rarely been able to truly indulge in it. With his dear brother gone Vale was rather left to running…everything. Neither snake brother really trusted too many hands being involved in their businesses and so often kept all management to themselves. This city, this club, was no exception to that. It was a job easier with two but manageable by one. Vale made it work of course but there were days where he simply had to brush it all aside. Saturday had been deemed such a day.

There was far too much to see and do for him to be trapped behind a desk pouring over paperwork. No…Vale was the hands on sort of manager. The kind that wanted to be right out in the crowds the club brought in. The sort that wished to give personal hellos to return guests and indulge in all that the club offered. Even as a business man the snake indulged always in all life had to give him.

Tonight was a very busy night for the club. Local bands always did draw interest though it really didn’t take much to give reason for all the schools students to rush down to the club come the weekend. Vale rather enjoyed the prospect of this night however; he was a man with a high interest in music. A love for the rumble that it caused to course through the ground. Vibrations felt and absorbed by the snake demon. More then that he enjoyed seeing what the youths of today could create. Some were set to rise to the stars and others…he had no idea how they thought their sound was anything near to music.

Both Heaven and Hell would be filled with live music tonight. Up above the sound was lighter, some might say popish in tone but it wasn’t really that. It was simply…easier to dance to. The sort of music young girls loved and men enjoyed only because they were all too eager to watch the woman move. Down below the music had to have a darker edge or it was left for the stage up above. Heavy metal, screaming vocals, or seductive natures to lure the crowd at their feet. Vale was not truly a picky man but he knew what fit with Hell and what did not. No sappy love songs or moaning about ones broken heart or lost car. Techno, peppy, country, light, jazz….those all took place in Heaven, not Vale’s sort of Hell.

The sorts that came into hell had to blend with leather and blood. Velvet and screams. The sorts that came into hell wanted something that they could bang their heads to or grind against their dance partner with. They wanted to try to feel it all like the snake could. And Vale did so aim to please…

During the day Vale had seen to business, both the club and his brothers own. Amusing really that a business Vale now ran was one he put so much of his own money into…but at the least he would know more then all others just how potent the product was. Yes he’d sample some of such before forgoing business and entering Hell a few hours after the sun had gone down and the second group was setting up the stage to perform.

He slithered through the crowd, kissing the cheeks of those he knew in passing, speaking faintly in the ear of workers to give orders or hints to what they should be doing. But it was not long before he was at his booth. Dressed in only leather pants and boots, accessorized always with woman who quickly curled at his side.