Halcyon Halls

Who: Cissy and Simon
What: A date
When: Friday Evening
Where Here and there

Cissy had intentionally not given Simon a time or even a date as to when they were going out. She had only told him the weekend, nothing more and nothing less. And the weekend had officially started so... the time was now. She knocked on his door, loud and yet quick, tapping her foot against the floor as she waited for him to answer. Turnabout was fair play, correct?

"Hello, Sunshine. I've come for our date." She said once the door was opened, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh my my, that outfit won't do at all! You better change. I won't look." She slipped into his room and closed the door behind her, turning her back towards him, facing the door. "Wear something that looks nice yet is also comfortable. And hurry up. I can't wait all night!" She snickered.

He had done this same exact thing to her just a few weeks ago, and now it was her to turn to turn it around on him. Of course he had no idea what she had in store for him. Truth be told, she wasn't even sure. This weekend was going to be fun though. She was going to see to that. She wanted to just kind of go with the flow, see where the night, and the following day, and the next night, and the day after that, took them. Yes, she had every intention of keeping him ALL WEEKEND LONG. And he was going to love every minute of it.

Cissy herself was dressed down a little, actually wearing jeans though her top had a few sequins to spice it up a bit. She wore boots, minus the heels so she wouldn't be taller than Simon, and she had her hair swept up loosely in a hair claw, a few stray curls framing her face. She wore very little makeup for a change, just the basics, eyeliner and lip gloss, and the only jewelry she had on was a black beaded bracelet and the ring that Simon had bought for her.

"Almost done, handsome?" Cissy asked, stealing a glance over her shoulder. She blew a kiss at him and then giggled as she turned her face back towards the door. "I'm starting to get impatient, Simon."

Who: Cissy and Simon
What: The Big Date
Where: Surprise locale outside school
When: After classes, about 3pm

She didn't have class, he'd checked her schedule. No dance club meeting, that was Wednesdays. Simon felt a bit like a stalker, but it was necessary to ensure it all went right. He hoped he was dressed well- comfortable, but not sloppy.

That Sydni was a genius. It had been a really good idea to ask her advice on romantic dates, because the answer she gave was just perfect. Of course, she was a girl and girls knew what girls thought was romantic.

He walked confidently through the girls' room hallway, because even if someone caught him he was in too good a mood to care. Placing his knapsack just outside the door, he straightened his shirt collar and knocked. When the door opened, he grinned shyly. Cissy looked very pretty. She always did.

"You're gonna have to change," he told her. "Second date attire required. Wear sandals, no heels, no skirts." He crossed his arms, looking faux impatient. "I'll be waiting. But I can't wait forever."

Who: Simon and Jillian
What: Downtown Merriment
Where: Downtown
When: Saturday Afternoon

There was alcohol lining the streets. Quite literally. The local shops were celebrating the anniversary for discovering the finest romance beverage ever created- champagne. Some stores were making quite a hooplah about it, giving out small samples in cups (to of-age patrons only, unless the manager wasn't looking), selling candies, even giving out tiny platters of champagne Jello, the most bastardized version of the bubbly.

Simon had managed to snag a few samples, and was feeling the effects quite well in the heat. It was pleasant. He'd decided to go shopping for a ring, hopefully a cheap one. He was not a boy with much money. Either that, or he'd find himself a job down here. Whichever.

He finally came upon a nice jewelry store, one that didn't look too expensive but would still have nice stuff. He didn't want anything cheaply made. The door chimed as he walked in, and a sweet smell filled the air. he breathed it deeply.

"Champagne candle," the cashier explained. "Are you drunk?"
"No," he told her, making a face. But he kinda was. Just a little. Browsing though the array of shinies, he ignored the chime of the door as it opened again.

Who: Simon and Sasha
Where: Downtown, starting outside Heaven and Hell
What: Getting lost and meeting that dog... and Sasha too
When: Monday around 11:15am

No. Fucking. Way.

Simon stared at the sign hanging in the window of Heaven and Hell with disbelief. Closed for the week. Beat it. Short, crude, to the point. How could it be closed? What the hell?? In fairness, if Simon had bothered checking journals or reading posts the school made at all recently, he would have known this information. He was just so excited about the prospect of rule-breaking that his mind had been all a twitter. He'd pretty much checked out during both his morning classes and raced downtown to scope out the club. He wanted to be sure he knew where he was going for when he and Sydni checked it out. That did not seem to be happening now.

Maybe it was karma. Maybe, since Simon had been neglecting to pray every day like his mother had taught him, he was being punished. Maybe because he planned on breaking the law, God was finding a way to stop him. Maybe this was a sign for him to turn back from evil doings and find the right path again. Or maybe, just maybe, it was just a small spell of bad luck.

"Well that's fucking great," he muttered to himself. "I came down here as fast as I could to stare at an empty building. Great." Well, he supposed he better turn back and get some lunch or something. On the plus side, it gave him more time to find a fake id. He started walking, and all too soon realized he wasn't sure where he had come from or where he should be going now. Fantastic! he thought bitterly. First the club was closed, now he was lost. What other rotten cherries could be placed on this delightful crap sundae?

Who: Simon and Sydni
What: Dinner
Where/When: Cafeteria, midevening

At the buffet of life there are eaters and there are starvers. Simon was an eater. One great thing about coming from a good Christian home was his mother believed that a good meal was necessary at least 3 times a day. Sion could eat more than any one person had the right to. It all went to his metabolism, but you'd swear there was a black hole in his gut somewhere hiding all the food. He smiled widely as he carried a overly full tray back to his empty table. A heaping of salad with raisins and french dressing on top, a thick balogna and swiss sandwich, a sloppy joe for good measure, a full-to-the-brim orange soda and some type of apple pastry for dessert. More than likely he would be going back for more, but this was a good start.

It was pretty humid out, the perfect kind of night where you sit inside in the AC and enjoy modern technology. It was also the perfect kind of night to take a stroll outside while the sun wasn't out to burn your face off. But nuts to that- there was artificial cold to be had! That and sloppy joes.

Simon parked himself at his lonely table, although today he didn't mind the solitude. He'd gotten himself a great deal of food, and planned on stuffing himself silly with it. Starting a new life made one quite hungry all the time, he realized. The only friends he'd really made were girls, and it would've been a bit embarassing for one of them to see him chowing down like this.

Who: Jillian and Simon
When: Saturday Late Afternoon
Where: Outdoors at the School
What: Wandering around outside

Jillian might have been exhausted, but it would have taken a lot more than sheer exhaustion to make her stay in her room longer than a good sleep cycle. She'd managed to sleep for sixteen straight hours after she'd gotten back from the beach. Taking a break for a bit of food, she fell back into bed for another fourteen hours and she'd still felt drained when she awoke, but she couldn't just lie in bed. No, it was driving her nuts staring at the ceiling, even if she was bone tired. She thought about seeing what Ita was up to, but she remembered that Ita was surfing today with Xander, who probably wasn't feeling tired in the slightest.

Jillian had made a lot of claims before about needing to be dragged out of her room, but it wasn't really the case at all. She needed to be dragged from her solitude more than anything else. So she pulled herself out of bed, took a long shower, and dressed. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, she slipped on her sandals and made her way out of Zephir House.

Walking slowly, she padded down the pathway away from the school. Pausing, she looked at the landscape around her, trying to decide on where she wanted to go. Gardens? Forest? Beach? Did it matter? She just felt like walking. Getting out of bed. Heading off in a random direction, she walked, clearing her head of all thoughts until she was just walking and nothing else. Thankfully, she was tired enough that she couldn't make out a single outside thought. What was normally a rather annoying rumble of voices in her head was a pleasant buzz instead. So, clearly, exhaustion was a way to quiet up the voices. Who knew?

Winding her way down a path and then picking her way across the ground, disappearing into the trees, Jillian was so focused on walking and enjoying the scenery that she didn't realize that she relied so heavily on her powers to tell when someone was near. That being said, when someone came close, she didn't see them, and just kept moving, humming a little as she walked.

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

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

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

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

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

Who: Simon and Sydni
When: Some ungodly hour, like 5am
Where: Lakeside
What: The making of a new friend


Unlike most teenage boys, Simon felt invigorated when he got himself up early. Many studies have shown that the teenage brain does not function well before the hour of 8:00 AM, but none of these studies accounted for supernatural beings. Maybe that's why I'm so strange, Simon thought to himself. More likely than not it was due to his having been awoken every morning at 4:30 for prayer. His mother had been a Fundamentalist Christian, and a strict one at that. "God did not give us daylight so we could ignore it," she had always said. "Every sunrise is a miracle." And every sunrise was a miracle, at least as far as Simon was concerned. It showed how perfectly life went on despite all the insanity that happens around us.

His sneakers were almost silent as he crept through the deserted hallways and out the front door. The curfew for those under eighteen was 10pm, but surely there was no curfew as to when students could leave in the morning. Still, he didn't want to risk being caught just in case there was. The air outside caressed his cheeks, and he inhaled deeply. It seemed like ages since he had been outdoors. There was something about nature that he had always secretly craved- the cleanness of it, the purity. The freedom. The fact that you're part Nymph, he reminded himself. Well yes, there was that, too.

Despite himself he headed straight for the grand oceanside. Simon had never been to the ocean before. There had been a lake parked in his backyard, so he had always been around a somewhat large body of water. (This fact was not always pleasing, as he held a somewhat paralyzing fear of water.) Still, the lake in Cullman hadn't prepared him for the vastness of the ocean. The school loomed at his backside and the water spread on forever before him. It was absolutely staggering. He walked close to the water, but not close eniugh to step onto the beach. There was a voice in the back of his head telling him that if he got too close, a wave would come crashing up and he would be swallowed into the abyss. He shivered at the mere thought. So instead, he sat himself along the edge of the shoreline and looked out, watching the sky lighten with each passing second.