Halcyon Halls

WHO: Jesse "Army Brat" Holmes and maybe it could be you...
WHERE: Gym. Jesse wants to get rid of his string bean figure
WHEN: Week 18, Saturday, mid afternoon
WHAT: Jesse is working out. Anyone else?
RATING: Um... G? Maybe it could change

What a week this had been for Jesse Bryan Holmes. The full moon was Monday which stressed him out anyway. On Tuesday morning, he felt even more like a wet dog because it rained that night. The 15 year old somehow knew that he didn't really care so much during the transformation. It made the hunt more difficult considering his usual prey of small animals were hiding in the storm. So there were no gifts for the groundskeeper. And there would be no gifts for River. The werewolf had planned to attempt to save one of his small kills and toss it in the bed of his irritating roommate. It hadn't really occurred to him that the half-chaos demon, half-satyr would probably make his morning a living hell so he wouldn't be able to sleep. Like most teenage boys, action ruled his life and thinking did not.

While the full moon was only one of Jesse's difficulties, he also coped with the fact that Kenzie had left. He'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt him a little bit. Kenzie had been his practice buddy and now he had no one. Now, he was back to being the mentally youngest person at Halcyon apart from some students and teachers' small children. He wished there were other people his age that were not annoying like certain individuals *cough* River. And he also wished that people would stop treating him like a small child. It was sad when Sasha's dog thought he was a puppy. Well, he did laugh at it, underneathe, the werewolf was seething with anger. He wanted his sixteenth birthday to show up already. Maybe people would leave him alone. He could also go to the nightclubs in town and meet people.

Jesse's week had been particularly busy. He had homework and work at the ice cream parlor. Additionally, he had to do his usual run and work out. Running was the one thing he did that made him truly happy and free. He missed track for the social aspect; surround yourself with people who also like to run. He did have the gaming club to mess about in but it was no running. Unfortunately, running only made the ever lanky and ever growing 15 year old even lankier. He hated the fact that he was so skinny. Girls and most guys didn't like skinny.

Together with trying to clear his mind of the aforementioned led the werewolf to the gym on this particular Saturday. While Charlie said he would lift weights with him, Jesse could never seem to find him for free time so he decided to do it alone. Oh, it didn't matter so much. Teen wolf wore a pair of black work out shorts and a black tank top. He had on his iPod around his forearm and at this moment in time, was tackling the free weights. Basic curls was what he forced on for the moment. His weights may be a bit too heavy which is clear in his face as he strained with each curl. Hey, he was trying to look cool.

Who:  Sydni and Jesse
What:  Snorkeling
Where:  On the ocean
When:  Saturday afternoon

It was a good thing that Sydni had so much extra energy from the full moon coming on Monday.  After passing out from the medicine the nurse had given her, she'd woken up in the middle of the night, with the distinct urge to prowl.  And while her shoulder still hurt, she couldn't suppress that urge and had gone walking, though this time, she stayed on the beach, despite the protestations she felt from her inner wolf.  It would just have to deal - not that she really thought she'd have more knives thrown at her, but she didn't particularly trust her direction sense to keep her from getting lost.  Or protective her from others who felt like prowling in the middle of the night.

As a result, though, she hadn't gotten much sleep and when her alarm went off early for her to go to work, she couldn't help grumbling a bit.  But, her extra energy bouyed her up plenty, and she had no problem running the class.  Well, aside from the fact that she felt like she had ADHD and PMS at the same time.  Not so good for the goofballs in class - didn't take much to piss her off right now.  Or distract her.  Not good for the slow learners, either - she needed to keep moving on to the next thing.  Luckily, she could address any problems next week.  Kyle had given her Sunday off, and it was probably good for the other were or two in class.  At least they were on the same page as her.

After class, Sydni went to go check over The Azure, the boat she always rented, and stow her own snorkeling gear, and the set she'd rented for Jesse.  She had a hard time sitting and waiting for the younger man to show up, so she decided to go get some coffee to calm her nerves.  Riiight.  In any case, it kept her moving.  She had noticed a little coffee place nearby and while it wasn't Starbuck's, it was still coffee.  Getting her coffee and heading out again, she noticed she still had about 15 minutes to kill before Jesse showed up, so she meandered down a few of the roads, just to see what was around.  Unable to stop checking her watch, she nearly drove herself nuts with impatience.  Finally, after enough aimless browsing, she headed back to the docks.

Still arriving before Jesse, she fiddled about on the boat a little, before noticing him strolling down the docks.  "Hey!" she shouted, waving so he'd know which boat.  All her restless energy was now steered into more productive excited energy.  This was gonna be fun!

Who: Jesse and Sasha
When: Week Sixteen, Monday, around 7:30pm
Where: Somewhere between the mall and Halcyon Halls
What: Jesse gets attacked by a wild beast for the second time in his life.
Rating: Should be G?

Another day and another dollar that will probably go to his father. Jesse had acquired a debt because of his week posing as a flamboyantly gay guy. He had to get an entire new wardrobe during that week, most of it he doesn't wear now. He mentioned that fact briefly in his journal and now Kissy grew very pissed off at him. He couldn't figure out why she was pissed off. Typical male/female miscommunication. What he said wasn't an attack towards Kissy, just a statement of the facts. If Jesse were a girl, what he said would have indeed been an attack since most girls were sneaky with words like that.

Besides work and school, Jesse had been in a surprisingly good mood. He had an irritating roommate whose pot brownies he ate and he got incredibly high off his ass. While the werewolf was not happy with River for the brownie incident or a list of other incidents five miles long, it didn't matter so much because Jesse had a surprisingly weird make out session with some naked guy who walked into his room. Well, Jesse knew who it was but he was not used to Kenzie's unsocialized behavior. The incident left a souvenir on his neck and like most 15 and 1/2 year old boys (yes, add the 1/2) who weren't around their parents, he didn't bother hiding it. It was a mark that implied, yes, he was cool. He got some!

It was now 7:30pmish and Jesse got off work at the ice cream shop. He reeked of sweets and ice cream. He also felt incredibly sticky and could not wait to get back to take a shower. It drove him nuts. He began to walk home, his pink apron slung over his shoulder. He was eating a chipwich because since he was a growing boy, he was hungry constantly. He was a lucky bastard who had a high metabolism so he could eat whatever he wanted and not gain a pound. The bad part was, he was a bean pole. Nothing stuck to him for long before being converted to energy.

There were a lot of people out and about on this day. It was pretty warm and the sun was just about to touch the horizon. Most people were heading to the beach. Jesse wish he could. Sadly, he did have homework and a shower to get to. He wanted to procrastinate and he probably would when he got back and began to read some Penny Arcade or Megatokyo. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, mainly about the boobs of some chick he gave strawberry swirl to. She had a nice ass to go with the rack too.

Ah yes, teenage boys have one track minds.

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.

Who: Kissy, the Brawling Faerie Princess vs. Jesse, the Teen Wolf with an attitude (all letters look more ferocious when they are in flames. Set them on fire...in your mind)
When: Thursday, Combat Class
Where: Outside somewhere when they should be sparring. Uh, physically, not verbally
What: Oh No He Didn't! (neck swivel)

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Wolf Who Can't Make Up His Mind and Has to be Mean to Other People About it.
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You could see it in the way she walked and the way she stood in the classroom. Kissy had dutifully ignored Jesse up until this point. She had given him his space, after all, he totally had some mental issues he clearly had to sort through and that was not a game that miss Chevelle was about to be playing with no teenage boy. But today, it was war. She had seen what he had said in the journals and while it hadn't been directly insulting, that plus the unfair ignoring of her made her think he had been ess-talking her for a while.

And she was not happy. Her hair was up in this bouncy version of a french twist with a mass of curls coming out the back. The shorts were pink satin with white stripes. Her nike white and pink sneaks. White tanktop with pink sports bra. Pink lipgloss. Attitude running up and down her face. Halcyon had not yet seen Kissy truly angry. It was a fearsome sight to behold. Or rather, she thought it should be, but so far no one seemed particularly perturbed.

Especially since she'd told every single person with a working ear who was not named Jesse "questioning" whateverhislastnamewas about what he said and what she didn't say and how he was acting shady and how theyd randomly been friends and how he approached her and she didnt even try like, gunning for him to be her gay or whatever. But here they both were and he was acting like a total jerk. And they'd been rotating partners. Or at least, Kissy had been rotating partners.

But not as much as she went to the bathroom. The one place Mr. H dare not tread. She told him she had a small bladder and her dust made her get dehydrated easily. Some show sipping and she got little breaks every twenty minutes. Not that she needed them, but it usually involved talking to someone. Imagine her annoyance when no one else was in there to gossip with and, instead, she came face to face with the LAST person in Halcyon she wanted to see. (With the notable exception of that were-ostrich, possibly hiding in whatever corner of hell it came from)

They made eye contact. Kissy's eyes narrowed, her neck cocked, her hand went to her hip. She was backlit by the fluorescent light of the girl's bathroom from the open door. If her pink sweatband, halfway up her arm, could glint dangerously, it would have. Kissy waited a beat and, in true Kissy fashion, her mouth opened up before her mind started operating again. "Are you gonna say somethin to me?" Like one of those air-screechers you twirled in the air, her voice somehow got an edge when her mouth turned in a circle. Along with the rest of her head.

Who: Kenzie and Jesse
Where: The Halls of Halcyon
When: Late Afternoon

Kenzie had been in a much better mood now that Ezra was awake and he had started classes. Even school, having to learn things, was starting to settle in on him, though having to move into a dorm wasn't something that he cared to think about. They could say that he had to all they wanted, but he wasn't going to. And that was just that. He had spent his entire life being told what to do and fuck anyone who thought they could continue to do just that. He was done listening and never questioning things.

As much attitude as he presently had, his sense of direction left a lot to be desired. It didn't help any that all the halls pretty much looked the same. And it was easy to get turned around, which he had. He had thought he was going back to the apartment, but then he realized, perhaps a bit too late, that he was nowhere near the apartment, and so he stopped, arms full of food, pizza, chips, soda, etc., and chewed on that lower lip of his as he looked around. He didn't recognize anything.

Kenzie was about to turn around and try again, head back in the direction that he had come from and attempt to retrace his steps, when a nearby door opened and someone, a boy, exited. "Hey!" Kenzie reached down to tug up the jeans that were far too big on him, coupled with the layers upon layers of shirts and his untied shoes with mismatched socks to boot. "I think I'm lost. Do you know how to get to the place where the teachers live from here?"

Who: Jesse and Kalli
Where: Ice cream Shop
When: Jesse's break

For the millionth time this week, Kalli found herself wandering around outside without any particular end point in mind. For the past week or so after having come back from her home in the mountains, Kalli remained quiet and introspective. But she had sorted through all of that, and was walking outside to simply be outside now.

It was beyond her, how anyone could be inside today. She lived for warm weather and the sun on her face. Her feet had eventually led her down to the city, where she encountered some younger kids walking away with ice cream. That's when she remembered Jesse and immediately scolded herself.

Maybe those few weeks of introspection caused a little bit of selfishness to arise in her. Kalli had completely forgot about all the stuff that Jesse had going on, and as soon as she remembered she immediately turned towards the ice cream shop. Walking in, a bell over the door jingled, announcing her entrance.

Finding Jesse, she smiled brightly, "Do they give you breaks around here or is it strictly slave labour?"

Who: Jesse and ANYONE!
Where: Puck's Ice Cream Paradise at the mall.
When: 6pmish, Monday
What: Jesse's first real day at work.

Jesse sometimes like to think of what hell was when he went to church for special occasions he found himself that bored. He thought of it as a machine based torture chamber where flames constantly licked your feet and cartoon devils poked at you with pitchforks. He also thought of the room of irony so to speak like if someone was greedy, they'd be in a room of food but never be able to eat any of it. Both those images caused him to get a smile to form on his face which would get him an elbow in his shoulder from his mother to get him to behave. No, Jesse began to realize what hell truly was and it involved being in a white uniform with a triangle soda jerk hat and a pink apron with pink cups and utensils and a sign with glitter on it and annoying cartoon faerie on most of the merchandise. Ice cream was a plenty with a variety of flavors including classics like chocolate and vanilla but there was also the supernatural flavors like blood-flavored and pixie dust which was just vanilla with a little bit of sparkles in it for show. Blood-flavored made not only the werewolf curious but also hungry. He noticed the intensity when he growled slightly at it which reminded him that it was the week of the full moon. D'oh!

Jesse's new boss was a constantly cheerful fey named Puck. The resemblance of Puck and the fey on the merchandise was astonishing! Jesse had to bite his lip to keep from laughing his butt off at his boss's manner. He did give Puck credit, though, training was simple. The most difficult bit of the job was operating the blender which Jesse already made a milkshake over the wall. Next time, he'd remember the cover. Within an hour, Puck left Jesse to his own devices as he went off to pick up a delivery.

Since it was a Monday night around dinner, Jesse found himself quite bored. Leaning against the wall, he stared hard at the blood-flavored ice cream. He was so curious! What did it taste like? Would eating a bit of it be stealing? Finally, he told himself that he should taste it so he could "sell" it properly then silently congratulated himself for being so into his job already. Looking for a sign of anyone around who would turn him in, he scooped a bit of the strange flavored ice cream and plopped it into a dish. Returning to his leaning spot, he attempted to look cool as he ate the half a scoop of ice cream. Oh, now he just wanted a nice rare stake. He was hungry and didn't have time to eat dinner before he came to work.

Who: Jesse and Miss Errona
Where: Her office
When: 3:14PM
What: What do you think?


These days her door was closed more often than not during her office hours. It was unusual for her as she was usually very forthcoming with invitations to her office, but she'd found her personal work overpowering her professional work. Luckily, she was the type to be prepared ahead of time and, besides grading the final papers for her classes, she had finished her lesson plans.

Now she could devote more of her time to her true passion. It wasn't as if she couldn't do magic with the door open, but these were private moments for her, these latest stitches. The whitework had been laid down and now it was the grounding lines. Her eyes were only half-open, the lids fluttering as her mouth moved, mumbling while she stitched. The needle entered and looped, pulling, and she could feel it snap into place like a metal piece. It would be at least three hours more before she stopped, wiping sweat off of her forehead.

She was getting so much closer. Just a little more time. Pending her Uncle's death, and she doubted he had the power to stave that off much longer, she would be ready. Her cousins and their children were laughably no match for her, but she knew her display would have to be strong enough to cow them when she took the mantle of the family. Her grandmother's collection would once again be hers to peruse.

The knock at her door shook her out of her reverie. Frowning, she set the needle in the material and placed her hoop inside a basket which she pushed with her foot behind her desk. Straightening her blazer, she opened her door. Her first reacton was to frown; after all, she wasn't expecting him and she had better things to do. If it had been anyone except Anastasya she probably would never have bothered with the hex. Now this was causing her more time.

Of course, maybe she could turn this to her advantage. She smiled. "Ah think Ah can venture a guess at what you are here for." Leecee put a hand on his shoulder and led him in, shutting the door behind him. "Why don't you have a sit, honey." Someone had once told her that studies showed that female, southern voices were interpreted as being the least threatening to American males.

How lucky for her.

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: Jesse, Kissy, and anyone else who wants to scene.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Noonish
What: Everyone has to eat, even recently turned homosexual 15 year olds.


It has been an odd day for Jesse Holmes but surprisingly, he seemed to be adapting quite well. Even though the jokes made him a bit uneasy, he felt himself accepting himself. After all, he saw himself as one cool person. It was the affect of the spell of course. The curse included vanity. Most people, especially when they grew up in a testosterone-ridden family, would not be so accepting of their status, at least right away. Now, at noon, Jesse had been threatened to be beaten up by a few males and his teacher of Supernatural History was shocked by his honesty when he said that his eyes were open but his mind was closed.

Now, it was time for lunch and Jesse was hungry. The cafeteria had the usual lunchtime rush! As he walked into the cafeteria, he walked with such grace that some may call him "flaming". It was quite obvious he was wearing concealer and he knew it. But he had to cover up his acne somehow! He desperately needed to go shopping and that was one of the items on the list. Glancing the menu, he wondered out loud, "I love my meat! That's for sure! But the grease on the grill will probably make my acne worse. I probably should stick to a salad. Maybe some classic PB&J." Finally, he decided on a BLT and some ice tea. It crossed his mind that chamomile tea might be nice but laughed to himself over the stereotype. When it came to the dessert case, Jesse sighed, "Oh, I reaaaallly want some chocolate cake but I'm just asking for a pizza face for the dance."

Who: Starbuck and Jesse
When: after his mid-morning class
Where: random hallway

Tuesday hadn't started out much better than Monday. He had two classes under his belt and a free period and lunch ahead of him. The plan was to slip through the hallways without having to overhear any gossip about himself, get back to his room to relax, and maybe even catch up on some homework. With his hand still sore, it took Starbuck twice as long to complete any task that required the use of his right hand, so he was struggling to keep up with any written assignments. He was also unable to surf, since getting up on the board was hard to do one-handed. Didn't mean he'd stopped swimming, not at all. He hit the beach even more often since all the madness from Saturday. And at night, he took Vegas with him, sneaking her outside for some quality time in the waves. He'd still not found a good surrogate mother for her, and it was harder taking care of her now that he wasn't really talking to Kat and trying to comply with the school rule that didn't allow him to enter the girls' dorm. Good thing he was still on good terms with Dylan and Taylor.

But even with all the friends he had at Halcyon, there wasn't any one person he felt comfortable talking to about what was going on in his head right now. Seemed a few people wanted to talk to him, but he wasn't up for sharing. Not yet. Kat was the only person he really wanted to talk to, but he was giving Selene's suggestions a try. Besides, he definitely couldn't talk to Kat until he apologized to the dude he'd beat up. Starbuck planned to do that this evening. He didn't work tonight, and he wasn't in the mood to go to football, so it seemed like the perfect time to say he was 'sorry' for breaking the guy's nose. Yeah, the apology might be a bit late, but it was better than never, right? Besides, his temper had finally cooled down.

He adjusted his bag on his right shoulder, the left still raw from the tattoo he'd gotten late last night). As he walked down the hall, heading in the direction of Aquatic, he passed groups of people and realized the gossip wasn't as bad as it had been the day before. Hopefully people were finally getting over it. Though, it seemed interest or not, someone didn't pick up on his 'leave me alone' body language.

Who: Kalli and Jesse
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Greenhouse
What: Kalli giving Micah's crop a little nudge and Jesse hiding from Bec

Kalli woke up early enough in the day to see the sun poke through the clouds as the earth completed yet another circle. She absolutely lived for the sunrise, and the sunset. Actually, she lived for just about anything. Kalli was just that kind of easy going. She had never really lived with any purpose in mind, but didn't live with the mundane 'taking it a day at a time' philosophy either. Growing up, she learned it was best to not have a plan. That way you weren't disappointed, and were open to anything that came to pass.

It worked for her, at least. Today was a little different though, she had a bit of a plan. Having 'won' some of Micah's pot, she figured she'd lend some of her abilities to his plants in one of the secluded greenhouses. When they first met, he took her up there and well..Micah was good people. She figured if she was going to do something nice for someone, it might as well be him.

So after a few hours of walking around outside, and just simply enjoying existing, she snapped out of her stupor and began the trek to her destination. She creaked open the door and took a look around. Everything was here, enough water, some dirt, there was even a beam of sun willing to help her out. Not to mention some of the smaller nymphs that had been no doubt, helping the plants along as well. Kalli didn't want to disturb them, but she quietly whispered to no one in particular, that she was here to help a friend. Some of the wary vibes she was getting seemed to die down, and Kalli took it as a good sign.

Gingerly, she snapped a stem off one of the bushels and placed it in a fresh pot. Soon after, she dipped her hands in a bucket of water and buried them beneath the soil. Focusing her energy, the leaflet began to brighten and get a little larger. But her concentration broke when she heard the door creak open again. Kalli, hand still in the dirt, looked over her shoulder to peer around the corner to see who was there.

Who: Jesse, Becca, and anyone else who wants to join in.
Where: The Greenhouse Garden
When: Friday evening, after classes
What: Jesse is just chilling/recovering from the night before and being generally antsy. Who knows what can happen after that! :O
Rating: G unless something happens.

Jesse could hardly believe the smells he was getting as he found himself wandering into the very lush and green greenhouse. The warm temperature greeted him well since he preferred the hot weather. It reminded him of Okinawa, where he spent his really early years, a time of innocence. As he wandered around the garden, he took the time to smell the scent each flower... no... plant put out. Ever since he changed into a werewolf, his senses seemed a little different. He could smell the richness of food, the layers of the flower, and unfortunately people's BO. Everyone, everything, had a distinct smell. He couldn't believe he took advantage of it... of course, he didn't have a nose as strong back then. Girls tended to smell so good while guys smelt like old onions in some cases. It would take some training before he can separate what a werewolf smells like from a vampire. Vampires had a subtle smell of raw flesh to him. Sometimes, he wanted to hold his nose around them.

The curious scents provided a good distraction for the werewolf. Last night he had changed and it still wasn't the most pleasant experience. He couldn't understand how the other weres could be so casual while they changed. Sure, they'd wince a little, like they've been pinched but it didn't seem to bother them. Jesse still cried out while his own voice would morph from a human cry to that of a wolf howl. He found that he'd spend the first few minutes in his new form shaking because the pain made his body feel numb. Then there were the odd urges he'd get while under the full moon. He had self-recognition but he wanted to go out and hunt something like a rabbit. It's a good thing he often got paired with a more experienced were or he might just run off and wake up the next day in a ditch somewhere. Under the full moon, it was almost a state of bliss if someone who was feral could be blissful. He would forget that he would have to change back. That was always as painful as turning to. When all the weres would head to bed and no doubt fall asleep right away, Jesse would hide under his covers, burying his head under his pillow, shaking as he remembered the change. How can they say you can get use to it? Jesse would often wonder, sometimes while a few tears would slip down his cheeks.

When his joints would stop feeling like they were on fire and he'd managed to not feel so dizzy and sick to his stomach, he'd sleep for maybe a few hours before having to attend class in the afternoon. That is the only time he is every extremely early for class. Even so, the lack of sleep and the fact that he usually felt better led him to almost fall asleep a few times. Today was no exception.

Now, class was over and Jesse wanted to relax. The weekend was here. After doing some nose exploring, he found a spot under a tree that seemed to be like a canopy and laid down looking up at the darkening sky. He looked rather pale and his eyes had bags under them but he smiled a little at the thought of the weekend. As he yawned, he wished he brought his PSP. This was a good comfy spot not to mention nice and toasty! He couldn't wait until summer.