Halcyon Halls

Who: Kin and Ita
When: Right as the sun was setting
Where: The beach

Being patient was one thing, but being impatient for the sun to set was another. Really didn't make sense, though for someone who was patient, like Kin for example, he was surprised, not realizing that he was pacing back and forth within his room - looking out his window each time he decided; which was every other second. Still to this very day, he was amazed that he could see the sun. It didn't hurt. It actually felt really nice. Now, if he went out, like he wanted to before, well, a lot could go so wrong. Not that he really wanted to test the theory.

He was still kicking himself in the butt for what he said. Going out in the afternoon. What a silly thing! Guess being around so many people actually brought the... Human out in him. If that was humanly possible. No pun intended. Though, it was cute that Ita totally forgot as well. Thinking of that made him laugh. She was so cute in the way he wanted to squeeze her to him, and probably never let go.

Eh... That's thinking a bit too much. Making the feeling of a blush come over his cheeks, causing both his hands to rub at them.

The best thing to do right now was distract himself. Yeah. That usually made the time fly by like he was speeding through the forest. And the only thing he could think of was looking over the portrait he did of Sasha. That day with her made him smile a little. She wouldn't mind him using this in the art show, right?

He had to sigh at himself. As if she would answer out of the blue. Kin couldn't even recall if he asked while he was doing it. Maybe he did, but being so absorbed in what he was doing, it probably slipped his mind; like the time usually did.

Thinking so much brought the sun down faster, not even realizing the time until he looked up.

He was cursing up in down in Japanese and English while he gathered everything together. The sun itching it's way down, down, and down. It wouldn't bother him so much if he painted her under the night sky, but getting a nice cast of a shadow upon her beautiful features would be lovely. Hopefully Ita wasn't waiting long as he raced to get outside. Dropping things here and there in several of the hallways.

Who: Kin and Sasha
When: After classes
Where: A studio in the art room
What: Trying to get the hang of drawing portraits

Ah, nervousness.

No. No. No. Being nervous would cause a lot of things to go wrong. And what was he nervous about? Oh, right, doing this whole portrait thing. Or maybe it could be because of whatever Sasha wanted. Yeah, blame it on that! No. That would be rude, blaming the problem on something that wasn't really bothering him right now. She said she could sit still, so, that wasn't what was making his body shake every so often. Maybe it was screwing the image up and having to face a frown once he peeked around the canvas.

Yeah, that was it. He nailed it on the head with perfect timing.

Kin let out a soft little sigh as the light was switched on. Thankfully there even was an open studio, he'd feel worse doing this in the own privacy of his room! Plus the fumes. Can't forget about the fumes. He looked up toward the nearest clock, letting out another sigh in the pause of his setting up. Good thing he came a little early before she appeared. Though, it wouldn't surprise him much if she was here earlier than him. Sasha striked him as an early bird, arrive early, and get things done that needed to be done. But then again, he always had a thing for judging people before really getting to know them. Bad habit, but it really couldn't be helped; even if he said to himself he never does it.

Everything was set up before he glanced at the clock again. She should be here soon, he thought to himself. The butterflies of nervousness floating about his stomach made him groan, patting at it through his shirt as he plopped down upon the stool in front of the big canvas. Why did he go for the biggest one again? Oh, right, he wanted to make this perfect and beautiful. Kin was slowly developing doubt about himself. Don't worry, it always happens on his part.

Who: Ita and Kin
Where: Starting at the school and then off to The loft and the Pit
When: After classes

After his last class of the night, Kin hurried out of that room like a bolt of lightening. He had things to make, get ready, and meet Ita out front of the school. Was he stressing? Nooo, of course not!

Yes, yes, he was.

He was just trying to ignore it - like he tries to ignore every other emotion ( besides happiness ).

The books he had were thrown onto his bed. They will be picked up later at the whole date. A date. He was going on a date. This was how long? Too long. It was normal for him to laugh throughout the whole process of getting dressed, right? He was nervous! It had to be normal. And what he wore was a simple white buttoned up shirt - short sleeved, being it still summer and all. Black pair of jeans, though they were a bit ripped at the knees and thighs. She wouldn't mind, would she? The shirt was tucked in, so, he was looking a little presentable for a date. Even the black boots worked. Hopefully.

After getting ready which he didn't think would take over an hour, he ran down toward the kitchen to make the different types of mochi. The blood ones were made first, since those would be the simplest. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate went next. He even brought down a little cooler to keep them in, since ice cream was being put into the middle of that rice pastry. There was a smile upon his lips the whole time he was cooking. If he wanted to, Kin could have done all of this with his eyes closed. Been awhile, but his Grandmother always made him help her make them.

All the different mochi were placed in the container, closed tight, and put into the fridge for the time being. Cleaning the mess he made was the first thing on his mind right now. And when he looked up at the clock as he scrubbed down the counters, the longest sentence he ever said with more than one curse word came spilling out in Japanese. With the rag thrown into the sink, he grabbed the container from the fridge, slammed the door shut, and rushed his way toward the front of the school.

Hopefully he wasn't late. Hopefully she wasn't sitting out there and witing for him. And hopefully she'll like the little present he packed into his back pocket before leaving his room.

Who: Kin and Ita
Where: Starting in the kitchen and then off to find somewhere to swim!
When: Evening

If his mirror could speak back to him, he would really, really love for his reflection to say, "Calm the fuck down. It is just a girl!". Saying that out loud to himself was... Weird. Not normal. All because he wasn't much of the cursing type, unless it was needed. And how nervous he was, it was needed to the point his throat got tired; hopefully he wouldn't be able to speak after that.

The swim trunks he purchased during the week actually fit him to a perfect T. They weren't that long, stopped just a little above the knee, and they felt comfortable around his slim waist.

Yes, he literally stood in front of his mirror for two hours in nothing but those swim trunks. Trying to tell himself over and over again they looked fine. He could even get away with wearing a tank top with them, right? ... Maybe. It really all depended on Ita, since she was the teacher tonight.

Oh, look, here came that shudder of anxiety once again. The best thing to do was take in a deep breath, let it out, take in another deep breath, and do so till he was able to escape into his peaceful world. Meditating would be a great thing to look into when he had free time.

Before the sun set, Kin placed everything he needed in a duffel bag: beach towel, conditioning mouse for his hair, a pair of jeans, and an extra tank top ( if the one he was wearing got wet out of nowhere ). He had to double, no, triple check everything before heading out of his room and toward the kitchen. Could you believe he got lost almost twice because of his nerves? Yeah, they really weren't leaving him alone tonight. Hopefully the wine will help him get a little tipsy; he really did need that right about now. But if he remembered correctly - they weren't going to drink till after their lessons. Dammit.

Well, he made his way toward the kitchen ( finally), and let the bag rest on one of the counters. Allowing his eyes to wander in every direction before turning his full attention toward the doors. Only because the sound of feet walking down the hall grabbed him. Was it Ita? He really hoped it was. If she wore perfume, well, he'd have to get used to the smell and remember what it was like. Anyone walking could be.. anyone walking.

Who: Kin and ( Open? Or it can be narrative )
Where: Trying to find the Surf Shop
When: After the sun sets

He kept looking to the clock during his last class, trying to pay attention as well, but failing miserably. Thankfully he sat in the back and always slouched in his seat. With his height and all, it was kind of hard to make it look like he was listening to the lesson, and not doing his own little thing.

But once that bell rang, and the last little words could be put in by the teacher, he grabbed everything that he had, shoving it into the little backpack he carried around. The first one to leave the class, that's the way he liked it. Sit in the back, mind his own business, and not get all caught up with the other students as he is leaving. Yeah, he'd like to make friends, but were there any on his level of maturity? Maybe some. He hasn't really went out of his way to figure this out.

He didn't even bother going back to his room, all because he really had no idea where the surf shop was and didn't feel like asking for direction. He already felt semi-retarded that he asked someone in his journal if they were open late. So, leaving the school right then and there was the smartest thing to do. Hopefully he finds it before they close. When do they close? Does he even remember the time? Wait, did he even ask? Already he was cursing himself up and down for not asking the simplest question. But then again, you always do forget the simplest things.

After an hour or two of getting lost, Kin finally found it. He was exhausted, slowly getting tired of all the walking around, panicking a tiny bit, and almost about to give up his search. And here he was, standing right in front of it. A deep breath of relief was taken. Few strands of hair being pushed back before slowly making his way into the shop. First glances didn't show him much, which was a slight disappointment. He wanted in and out!

He said his hellos to whoever was working there. Really wasn't paying attention to who was, could be male or female, he didn't look up. All his eyes were on were the swim trunks. Or shorts. Whatever the kids were calling them these days.

There weren't that many to choose from, at least to his liking. Might as well just take the plain black ones, those seem to look the best. "Oh well.." he said, sighing heavily. He'll only wear them once, right? No, wait, he'll be taking more than one lesson in swimming. The black ones were taken to the front desk, paid for, and quickly leaving to get back to the school.

Who: Ita and Kin
What: An accidental meeting
Where: In the kitchen

Despite the discouraging catastrophe with her surprise breakfast for House Aquatic, Ita was by no means discouraged from the kitchen. She'd had fun the night before with Sasha. And tonight, she had to prepare for her picnic with Xander tomorrow. She'd found an interesting recipe stashed away in one of her many cookbooks. Granted, it was one that hundreds of other people had, but it was so unique she was fairly certain that she had no risk of Xander having ever had it before.

Dressed in a long, flowing, gauzy green and blue tie-dye style skirt and a short sleeved matching blue and green top, she headed down to the kitchen with a backpack stuffed with supplies and ingredients. She'd even shoved her mini George Foreman in there. Necessary for the filet mignon she would be grilling.

Upon reaching her destination, she followed her usual ritual of filling up an empty sink with water and moving the fire extinguisher close to her work area. First, she prepared the tartlets she'd have for dessert tomorrow's picnic. Cranberry and apple - a nice little twist on a traditional pie. She didn't bother making her own crust. Aunt Lissa never had, and her cooking was just fine. She had fun cutting little stars out of the dough and using them for the top crust. In fact, she giggled a bit as she did so. They were cute.

Popping them in the oven, she set to making the pear and onion relish. Her mouth watered thinking about how it would taste tomorrow. What a neat mix of flavors! Add the bleu cheese dressing and the filet mignon to the wrap, and it was sure to be an interesting meal. And, if she didn't like it, she'd never have to try it again. Although, hopefully, Xander would at least like it.

With that in mind, Ita set to cutting up the various ingredients for the relish, and prepping the spices and other flavorings. She plugged in the George Foreman and waited for it to heat up while she chopped. She'd even make the dressing herself. Well, sort of. She had a cheat for making bleu cheese dressing.

Who: Kin and Lin
When: A little after noon
Where: The library!

Having just gotten out of his first class of the morning, Kin was making his lazy ass way toward the library. He needed to finish up some paper work for his philosophy class, even if he kept falling asleep during each lesson. Not really his fault. He always found the lectures to be a bit boring, plus he wasn't much of a morning/afternoon person. Being a night owl was his thing. Stay up all night, staring off into space, or painting. Though lately, he has been hanging out on his laptop. Doing nothing but looking things up that other kids seem to like this day and age.

It still felt weird that he was older then a lot of the students. If he met someone who was a year or two older than him, then maybe he would think differently. But so far, no such luck.

Was it wrong to feel like a brother figure to some of these kids? He'd love to have a sibling of some kind, be it girl or boy. Though he might get along with the girls more. And we're not going to get into why. That's a secret best left for the closet. If he ever feels like jumping out of it any time soon.

But for now, he was doing his best to try and find the book he wrote done to finish his paper. The class didn't start till later, but he always felt like he had no time. A little frustrated, he threw what books he had in his arms and kept looking. Of course he heard that audible "shhh" go around, causing a light blush to come creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. Moving his mouth with the word "sorry" over and over again wasn't making him feel any better. Now all he wanted to do was run out of there and just finish his paper in his room.

He can't! He needs to find that freaking book.

Sighing heavily and running both hands through those long honey blond locks, Kin went off to search for that missing book. Asking one of the librarians to help would end this long journey. Let's just say he wasn't much of the talking and asking for the help kind of guy. He gets nervous right away, and can't really spit out what he wants. So, being in one aisle and standing on tip-toes, was the best way to be his own helping hand.

Who: Kin and Shoko
When: Late afternoon
Where: Wandering about in the hallways

For over and hour he has been sitting near one of the huge windows in the hallway. Sketch book and pencil in hand, waiting for something from nature to take him by surprise, but so far... Nothing happened. Maybe these couple few days weren't his. Funny though, that he was walking around in the clothing he used for painting, the dry bits here and there scratching his stomach as he walked. And yes, he couldn't stay at that window any longer. If nothing was coming to him, what was the point?

The end of the pencil was tapped against his jeans that were slowly fading from over washing; paint, it does the clothing good! Not really. But it really didn't bother him. There were some people who didn't like walking around in their painter clothing. He on the other hand, loved it.

When coming toward the cafeteria, it couldn't be helped to check if anything was there to nibble on. He really didn't need it, but if there were the sweets he loved so much, then yeah, he had to pick something up. That would be the only thing he'd allow himself to indulge with.

And guess what? They had those little pastries with the cream in the middle and chocolate icing on the top. He never knew what they were, but they tasted so, so good. Of course, being off in his own little world, while eating his pastry in the hallway, he wasn't looking where he was going. Walking around with your eyes closed and making little 'mmm' sounds wasn't the smart thing to do. Kin finally came to realize that when his sketchbook, as well as himself, fell to the floor. A shot a pain ran up his rear and his spine, causing a little gasp to escape.

"Dômo sumimasen!" He said quickly in japanese, over and over again. With his head as low as it could possibly go in the position he was in. The pastry was forgotten, and all he wanted was forgiveness, from whoever he bumped into.

Who: Kin and whoever
When: Just after sunset
Where: On the beach, but nowhere near the fireworks and everyone else

One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes, four!

Or it could have been the fifth one. He really wasn't trying to keep count with how much nicotine was swirling around his lungs. But whenever one finished in five-ten minutes, another was quickly lit.

With the inspiration to paint floating around somewhere, nowhere near him of course. What else could you do? Sit around and just stare out the window? Or go outside and try to be social? Well, Kin "tried" to be active in the student life, but that only ended with him walking away before he even tried to voice a little hello, how are you, and whatever could be said to start a conversation. And no, he wasn't shy or nervous. He was just someone who liked to keep to himself half the time.

Like he was doing right now, actually.

Sitting upon a hill with a guitar in both hands. Watching the ocean as he lightly plucked at the strings, not really trying to find a song to play. Smoke from that fifth, maybe sixth, cigarette danced in front of his eyes. Maybe he was playing for something. The smoke did it's own little rhythm to what he was doing, maybe to not anyone else, if they decided to stumble upon his findings.

It was a bit silly, seeing everything as a living piece of art. Though, maybe the other art students thought the same? Who knew. He'll never voice the thought, because.. They might think he was crazy for thinking that; and possibly laugh at him for it. The thought made him laugh. "We're not in high school anymore, baka." he spoke to himself, cigarette obscuring some of his speech.

His acoustic guitar was gently, very gently, placed beside him. Those long legs of his coming up for his arms to circle around them, thighs pressing against his chest just as tightly. The cigarette was finally taken from his mouth, but he took a long drag before doing so. He'll soon have to kill this one and start up a new one. Now he finally realized how many he was puffing. A long sigh escaped, as well as the smoke. For now, though, he will just bury his head against his arms and legs. Allow the cigarette to die by itself, and allow his thoughts to get swallowed by the sea.. And soon fireworks.