The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Erin and Dante
What: The benefit dinner and eventually killings
Where: The Tucson Embassy Suites ballroom
When: Friday Night
Rating: R

Erin was in the bathroom, had been for over an hour. Yeah she was shaving her girl shaving areas and cleaning herself and putting on makeup and getting into her dress and doing her hair all nice and all that shit, but honestly! How long did she require? If this was a date in Bristol, Dante would have left without her fifty minutes ago. Unfortunately he needed her tonight. He would tell her that he needed her because her name was on the reserved tickets for them, but the truth of the matter was he needed her to, essentially, hold his hand. In his own shower he'd sparked up at least a dozen times, his hand kept jerking while he was shaving, and his back was just a granite slab or stress. He looked good in his tux, but then all men looked good in tuxes. That was their purpose. Outward Dante looked calm and collected, like he was ready for this. Inside, he wanted to crawl into Roger's bed back home and cry.

( Does it say 'On the Run' or what. )

Who: Erin and Dante
What: Discussing battle tactics and fancy clothes shopping
Where: Tucson, AZ
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Rating: Dante PG (language)


This was so fucking lame. Dante was sitting cross legged on the bed, a laptop on his lap (no questions where it had come from) looking up information on this place that Sophie Martineau worked. TruQuest. Apparently it was some corporation that helped smaller companies develop and manage themselves better. Really, it was a big business that didn't actually do anything, and covered up their activities with a hundred different five dollar words on their homepage. He was browsing the main page with a furrowed brow, annoyed and confused. Having broken into the offices earlier in the week Dante knew that most of what TruQuest did was just cover up for other very illegal doing that were going on behind the walls. A lot of drug trafficking, money laundering. They pretty much used their lame ass business front to find small businesses to secretly exploit while they hid their Swiss bank accounts from the government.

The question was, how did he infiltrate without belonging to a small business? Sure, he could get to the reception area with just himself and a suit, possibly get a business card and a phone number for one of the "coaches". That wouldn't get him to Sophie, though. He couldn't pose as someone looking for a job, either, because he didn't know fuck all about this place or its so called practices. However, there was a fundraiser benefit going on Friday evening. It was a very big social event, invitation only, millions of dollars being shelled out and traded there. Dante had a feeling that this was a lot more than some charity event. This was probably the kind of organization that covered up illegal billion dollar business deals. If he'd been an undercover cop, getting into this function would've made his career. But Dante didn't give a fuck about taking down the conglomerate. He cared about taking out one woman.

As Erin came back, still damp and smelling of chlorine, Dante barely raised his gaze to grunt at her. He needed to think. How the fuck did you get into the social event of the year when you had absolutely no social finesse?

Finally looking up, the look on Dante's face was none to dissimilar to the look Galileo surely must have worn upon discovering where the center of the immediate universe truly lay. A slow, cunning smile spread over his lips, piercing blue eyes locked deviously on Erin.


( I think, miss priss, that your skills will come in handy. Finally. )

Who: Erin and Dante
What: Tucson!
Where: Tucson, AZ
When: Early Sunday Morning (1am-ish)
Rating: R for language


In reality, hiding all of the available towels and his clothes in a neat pile behind her on the bed was probably a childish plan. Though in plain sight, any approach to take them would be met with a bout of force that could knock a small horse two steps sideways. Erin couldn't create a force bubble around her, but she could send out a punch in any direction she pleased, and even count on Newton's third law to accompany her.

So when Dante walked out of the shower, presumably naked unless he had cleverly found a new use for the shower curtain, Erin lounged out in her expensive capris, pretty sandles, and white tank top across the bed.

"Explain. We're here now. Explain."

( She needed explaination? How much more did she require? He had to kill someone. Case closed. )

Who: Erin and Dante
What: To Tucson!
Where: Current Location: Alamogordo, NM
When: Friday Afternoon
Rating: R for language

The highways of the southwest were dull, dry and dusty. Luckily Dante had sunglasses and Erin had a helmet that kept the dirt off her face, although anytime they stoped she made these faces that clearly indicated she wasn't happy about being so dirty all the time. But her stoicism was surprising Dante every day. Actually, everything about her was surprising him lately. She didn't prod, or push for more information, or glower at him for almost breaking her nose. She just let things be as they were. It was kind of awesome.

Along interstate 10W, amidst the glorious scenery of rocks and dirt and red clay, there was a sign. He didn't quite read everything it said, bunch of towns he didn't give a crap about, but one thing stuck out in his mind: Tuscon, 379 miles. That's when Jessica started shaking, when the engine revved without him giving it gas, when the headlight flickered and the bike started jerking about. That was when Dante pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine, dismounting before Erin even had her arms off him yet. He paced a few feet off, hands balled into fists.

His internal currents were jumbled and messy and sparking like mad. Something was not right. Was it because they were getting close, because the possibilities of what lay ahead were nearer? He didn't know. But they needed a break, apparently.

( Erin let out a soft yelp of surprise as Dante abruptly shot off the bike. )

Who: Erin and Dante
What: To Tucson!
Where: Current Location: Memphis, TN
When: Damn Early Tuesday
Rating: R for language

Much to Erin's pleasure, the two of them managed to stay a second night in a hotel -- the kind that had clean showers and provided a soft fuzzy robe -- and not a motel. She had no issue with spending her money if it meant she would be comfortable. Secure in the knowledge a man with a meat hook for a hand was not traipsing outside their door, she slept easier.

At least until Dante punched her in the face. The solid crack delivered to her nose in the middle of sleep was a shock she had never actually experienced before. There was something to be said for being scared awake, but being punched awake was an experience not too many people had. She let out a loud scream of agony as her world exploded in whites and shadows around her, and her hand immediately flew up to her face. Even brushing her nose made it hurt, and she sucked in a staggering breath before bolting upright.

The movement made the blood pour. Bleeding. She was bleeding. Her vision returned much too slowly. After her initial bellow she let out a smaller cry, mostly in response to the scary amount of blood staining the sheets. Dizzily, she scrambled out of the bed to head toward the bathroom. At least she didn't have to worry about staining pajamas; she was wearing his shirt. She'd slipped into it after they'd had sex.

( She would take the beating stoically, like a man. )

Who: Erin and Dante
What: To Tussan!
Where: Current Location: Roanoake, VA
When: Sunday
Rating: R for language

Fourteen hours on a fucking bike was holy hell. Especially when you had a prissy ice demon riding bitch who couldn't sit still and seemed to like feeling you up periodically. Well, okay, that part hadn't been hell, but the rest sure as fuck was. The girl looked like she was readying herself for a cross-country road trip with the girls. It annoyed Dante how fucking adorable Erin was, despite her total impracticality. She had a purple damn backpack for God's sake. Purple! Still, she was a trooper, he had to give her that. He had anticipated a lot more whining and grumbling, and she was keeping it to a minimum even though it was obvious that this lifestyle was totally not for her. It made him wonder what the hell she was doing here if she hated it so bad. The answer, of course, was him. She wanted to be with him. And reluctantly, he wanted her around too.

It was like a beacon from heaven when Dante spotted the Motel 6 sign lighting up the night. Ten o'clock at night and his ass was starting to feel numb. He pulled into the parking lot, highway hypnosis making him jet through the rows of cars a lot faster than was safe. He came to a startling halt right in front of the door, the two of them jostling. He was tired, but it would still be awhile before he went to bed. His phone had been vibrating all damn day. Shaking the tension from his shoulders, Dante twisted his torso to look back at Erin, eager to see the look on her face when she realized she'd have to sleep in this place.

( Her expression was pretty much what he thought it would be. )

Who: Erin and Dante
When: Tuesday evening
Where: Dante's Room
What: Erin does the unthinkable -- she apologies and admits she was wrong.
Rating: NSFW
Status: Not quite finished...
[OOC Note: Criss, thought we could continue in Gdoc then just add in comments as needed]

The air in the hallway outside Dante's room was chilly. Erin was nervous. If Nox was right, it meant she was wrong, and Erin hated being wrong about anything. The only thing she hated more than looking stupid was having to apologize for being stupid, and she was preparing herself just for that.

Dante's wild mouse had been a gift. Not an insult, but a gift. The way he had avoided her and didn't even bother to rub the joke in proved it. He had been trying to apologize, perhaps, for his flippant behavior last Friday. Right? It had to be that.. He was too immature to not ride a joke into the ground. For fuck's sake, he was still calling her kissyface, and that had been months ago! The image of his delicious abdomen with a hastily scrawled 'sup kissyface' brought a smirk to her features.

She swayed outside of his door on her heels and then knocked twice, sharply, before sliding her hands back into the pockets of her tightly fastened ankle length sweater coat. From beneath her legs were bare in silk slippers, and her chest and collarbone were exposed. She wore her hair in a loose tail at the nape of her neck, and her makeup was smudged, having been applied almost twelve hours before.

( You named it Kissyface? )

Who: Erin and Wesley
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Infirmary
What: Erin got burned by brushing an angel spawn, and doesn't want a scar.

Son of a bitch!

Why did this keep happening? It was like she was a freaking magnet for holy assholes. With a frustrated scowl she stalked toward the infirmary, cradling her left arm against her chest. The ugly blistering wound on her otherwise perfect skin contrasted with the crispness of her outfit. The sultry ice demon was dressed in a fashionable outfit that clashed with the plaid over shirts and jeans of the other students, but she didn't care. Erin liked to dress well, and look fantastic.

Which was why the idea of having a scar was pretty loathsome. She entered the Infirmary with wide, searching eyes, steely grays swiveling in various directions. Alright, who was going to help her? And didn't she need to get a physical, too? She had seem some announcement to that nature. Perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone. Her only real goal was to stop the pain.

To her credit, she didn't whine, or cry, but swallowed the discomfort with twitching eyebrows and a set jaw. It really hurt, but she didn't want to look like a raving little bitch. It wasn't like she was missing an arm. It was just a burn. A long, wide, six inch long blister that was throbbing and ....eugh.

She moved forward like she owned the place until the sound of a single footstep made her pause. She cocked her head, eyebrow arching, and then looked expectant as Wesley made himself visible.

She held up her arm, slinging beautifully styled hair over a milk shoulder, and displayed the scar. "Problem."

( It was a slow day in the infirmary. )

Who: Dante, Tad and Erin
What: Replacing Erin's lost friend
Where: Erin's room, then hallways
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: R for swearing


For once, Dante felt as though he were doing the right thing and he was pleased with himself. He'd found Erin a new rat (well technically it was a mouse, but who kept track?), had gotten Wesley to get any and all diseases off it, had given it a bath (much to the rat's chagrin, and Roger would need a new toothbrush) and put it in a little box. He had debated putting a bow on it, but that seemed a bit much. Besides, he didn't want to seem too sappy. But it was a brilliant plan, and Erin was gonna cream herself over it.

Mouse in a box, box in hand, Tad at his side, Dante strolled to Erin's room. "She's gonna be psyched," he informed Tad confidently. "Especially since I think her rats are stupid. So giving her one is gonna blow her mind."

( Dante was crazy, or just really weird. )

( ... )

Who: Erin & Dante
When: Late afternoon/evening
Where: The city
What: Erin takes Dante to the OPERA.
Rating: NSFW, if you scroll down! LOL

Erin had agreed to retrieve Dante this time, but that was only because she wanted to surprise him with the tuxedo she had rented for him as early as possible. The giant sized suit was still in the plastic it had come from in the shop. She carried it over one shoulder and traipsed through the halls looking like a boutique mannequin. The gown she wore was not quite plain, but not overly complicated, and it suited her dark, dark hair and vampire skin shade rather well. Certain now that her appearance would be appreciated -- if not by Dante, at least by others -- because she was picking the destination, she had girl'd herself up. Her tresses were coiled behind her head Grecian style, a few breezy curls falling through, against her collarbone and face. She wore more makeup than their last date, again, certain it would be appreciate by someone and had lined chilly gray eyes in dark purples and kohl, playing up the narrowness of them. Her lips were a smooth, shiny berry, and her cheeks, dusted with color to maintain a semblance of human palor, were a feminine rosy tinge.

The get-up clashed with the smug expression on her features that appeared when the door opened. She whirled the tux around to her front, eyebrows arching high. "Oh hello. Put this on."

( If everyone in the hallway wanted to see him in his underwear, they could help themselves to the view. )

Who: Erin & Dante
Where: Movie theaters
When: Afternoon
What: A...date?


The very first thought to make it's way through the thick curtain of sleep that lay over Erin was: Auuuuuuuurghh. As she dragged herself out of bed, her limbs protesting, her brain -- much more awake than her legs -- went into overdrive. What an idiot. What the hell had she been talking about last night? It had been much to late to hold a conversation. It was ridiculous of her. She had been ridiculous. As she padded her way into the bathroom, holding her tote bag of supplies, snippets of Dante's voice over the phone.

`` You make me act like an idiot. ``

The only person she thought acting like an idiot had been her. His mannerisms and playful jabs were indicative of his experience and "age." While he appeared to be an older man (older than Roger, which she actually very much liked), he .. wasn't. He wasn't a child, not really, because though he lacked experienced he had understanding of how various relationships among sentient creatures worked, but he was...young.

Which worked for her.

She returned to the room wearing her robe. The light scent of Japanese perfume followed her; she had lotioned and scented up there, and was letting it absorb into her skin as she moved. Her hair had been blowdried and was now hanging softly down her back, without much shape. It was too cold out to bother with a curling iron. She'd just pin it away from her face and call it a day.

She fished in the robe pocket for her keys. Ugh. She wanted her own bathroom next semester.

( Damn, I missed the show. )

Who: Dante and Erin
What: Saying Hello
Where: Hallway in fron ot Erin's room, then the grounds
When: Tuesday night
Rating: R for language

After leaving Nox's apartment, Dante had broken into Lloyd's office because he knew where it was and knew that Lloyd would forgive him for the intrusion. Besides, all he needed was a marker. He wasn't even gonna keep it. So after the break in Dante made his way to the girls' dorms, trying to look like he fit in but he didn't. Far from it. He was actually nervous and he couldn't even convince himself that he wasn't. Little sparks kept falling from his fingertips. He hated that he couldn't control his abilities as well as he used to. He didn't want Erin to see him weak. But he had to see her. He'd just disappeared last time and he didn't expect to ever see her again, but he had to come back. And if Roger told him to go, then he needed to go and never come back. So before Roger could potentially banish him, there were people he needed to see.

Rounding the corner to the wing Erin lived in, Dante spotted a dark haired beauty making her way down the hall coming toward him. It was her. He stopped, staring, heart leaping into his throat. Shit, oh fuck. He wasn't ready for this. His shirt was a wrinkled mess from being stuffed carelessly into a leather bag, his jeans dusty and wearing thin. Although he'd showered at Nox's place, he still had a five o'clock shadow. But he needed to relax, because if she saw him nervous he'd never live it down. If she even wanted to see him ever again. Leaning against the wall, Dante folded his arms, putting that cocky smirk on his face. "Hey, sexy," he said coyly.

( You look less slutty than normal. )

Who: Erin and EVERYONE INVITED!!
When: Saturday Evening
Where: Some club in Boston
What: PARTAAAY! With an old school burlesque theme!


Erin had actually totally outdone herself. The amount of detail put into the burlesque entertainment provoked question. The club was naturally divided into different rooms, and she had rented out a few of them. It was not a popular joint, nor was it an exceptionally large place. With the money she had spent, though, she had not only decorated the several rooms beautifully, but she had catered the entire thing. It had been a lot, but it was worth it. Things had come together nicely.

The main room, which housed the bar, the food, and a few full sized tables for six had dancers strewn about cavorting under the multicolored lights. There was no defined color scheme for the dancers: each had their own outfit, and each wore it very well. Although the music varied from classic burlesque striptease music to more modern dance, fun songs, the dancers were clearly ready for anything and had acts prepared. There was a large stage in the main room, and a smaller, currently empty stage to the right, where a DJ generally was stationed.

In the two smaller rooms were fewer dancers, but the intensity had varied. Though none of the dancers were ever anything close to disgusting (Erin had, again, chosen to represent "old school burlesque"), the smaller rooms had heavier movements, duo acts, and, while no more body parts were shared, more were touched, licked, and slathered in liquor.

(  ~*~  )

Who: Erin and Roger
What: Roger needs to deliver a message
Where: Erin's Room
When: Saturday Morning
Rating: A for Awwww!


Wesley wanted Roger close by, and the half demon understood. But he had something that he needed to do, so early in the morning (early being a relative term, it was almost ten) Roger strapped on his shoes and walked to the school. This was the first time he'd walked there instead of run. The world looked a lot less blurry when you weren't running at top speed.

It took Roger a little while to find the room he was looking for, because he didn't actually know where it was. But he closed his eyes a moment, trying to remember. Something told him that he did know, he just needed to think. Maybe it was a residential memory from Dante, but suddenly Erin's room number popped into his head, and he knew exactly where to go.

Hesitating a moment, wondering how she'd react (and who she would think he was), Roger shuffled nervously, tugging at the end of his sweater sleeves.

Who: Dante and Erin
What: Early Morning Invasion
Where: Erin's Bed
When: 4am
Rating: PG 13 (plus cursing)

After not sleeping at Wesley's place, Dante had run home. Running cleared his mind, soothed his muscles, got the blood flowing and woke him up. The sun hadn't even come up yet when he was out on the street, sneakers pounding the pavement, mind comfortably numb. At Wesley's he'd been thinking about Wesley, and now that Wes was behind him his mind was back on everything else. Life, and the potential thereof. Death, and the same. Erin. Roger. Nox. Leaving, running, fighting, giving in.

He was at the gates to the school before he was ready to be. Stopping, panting, bent at the waist and hands on his knees, he contemplated where to go now. His room to sleep? No. Sleep gave Roger the chance to take over, and Dante needed his time. Cafeteria? No. Wasn't hungry. Erin's room? Dante furrowed his brow. Where the hell had that thought come from? Still...

Dante walked through the empty hallways, through the corridors, past familiar doors in the girls' dorms, stopping in front of Erin's. He pulled his Swiss army knife from his pocket, stuck the blade in the keyhole and focused vibrations through his arm, shaking the knob until the tumblers in the lock moved, letting the knife turn slowly. Aside from a little rattling, the operation was soundless. The half demon slipped into the room, shutting the door quietly. He'd broken into a thousand places a thousand times, moved silent as a ghost.

Erin was asleep, hair sprawled over the pillow, head turned to face the wall, blankets draped perfectly across her. Her slender frame was perfectly outlined beneath them, her pajamas adorable. Dante smiled a little, crawling into the bed beside her (shoes kicked off first, since they were damp and dirty). She felt suprisingly warm. Arm propping up his head, he watched her a minute, playing with the ends of her hair.

Who: Dante and Erin
What: First Date
Where: Downtown
When: 9pm
Rating: R for Swearing

So this was what it came to. A real date with a real girl that Dante had absolutely no interest or intent to sleep with. That was a first. Dante was never particular about who he slept with, didn't matter much so long as she had a vagina and he could get off. But now... he didn't want to. He didn't want to cheapen Erin like that, didn't want to marr his memory of her, of the icy girl who refused to fuck him because she had standards. He could hardly believe what a real person he seemed to be, yet he didn't have his own physicality. Maybe that would change, maybe not. But he had to try.

Dante didn't get nervous. So tonight, even though his hands kept shaking as he buttoned up his shirt and slipped the tie over his head (because he didn't fucking know how to do them, so he'd left a post-it for Roger asking him to), and even though he kept shooting little bolts of electricity whenever he touched anything remotely conductive, he was convinced he wasn't nervous. Thankfully Roger had decent clothing to choose from, because nothing Dante had bought was good for a date. After an hour of frustrated grunting and tossing things aside, he settled on a simple sage green shirt and dark blue jeans with a thin, dark brown tie.

After pacing a moment in front of Erin's door, he finally knocked, wishing he could take it back. Fuck. This was such a bad, bad idea. But he played it cool when the door opened, running a hand through his smooth tresses. "Nice outfit," he said casually. "You look less slutty than normal."

( Thanks. You look less like a jobless vagabond. )

Who: Jacob, Pearl and party guests.
When: Evening.
Where: The trees near the edge of campus.
What: Birthday celebrations.
N.B.: Write the characters in the subject for each sub-thread, please!

A gentle fog blanketed the school and the night was warmer than the last two had been, marking decent weather for the Hembrys' party. Jacob stood with anticipation in the treehouse he had made, a gazebo like structure in place for the ceiling and walls. At the first glance of the trees on the edge of campus, it seemed like an ordinary forest, but a yellow arrow would appear for the party guests twenty feet away from the party tree. Inside the treehouse was the ceiling that had a cloth over it that was enchanted to show stars and nebulas, and a few chairs on the floor, along with refreshment tables that held lots of sweets and even more alcohol.

Jacob was terrified. A fair number if not all the people he knew at this school were going to be in the same place and he was expected to make small talk with them. One on one he could handle, but a group was a different story. Nervous and more, he knew he needed to get some alcohol in him before he tackled the problem before him. Shoving some chips in his mouth, he ate those before he grabbed a bottle of rum and poured himself a glass.

Who: William and his party guests!!
Where: The tunnels beneath the school
When: Friday night, 9pm
What: A PARTY. WILL IS 111 29! (ssh)

Cassie had outdone herself. The tunnels had taken a lot of tape, fairy lights, decoration and elecricity. There were tables in various stages with booze and just a small amount of food in case people hadn't lined their stomachs. There was good music thumping through the stereo speakers - old rock classics, dance tunes, a variety and a mix.

When Will arrived down in the tunnels a grin crossed his face. This was fantastic. Opening his arms wide he called to Cassie. "Babe you've outdone yourself!" All that was needed was to get this party started. He was dressed in his most comfortable outfit and he was going to look this good even when trashed.

[NOTE: Feel free to crash in and speak to other people than Will. God knows I can't keep rping with everyone!]

Who: James and Erin.
What: A meeting.
Where: Around the grounds.
When: Afternoon.

James had made no progress finding out where the year had gone, probably because he wasn't too concerned about it. Following his discovery he had been too busy testing the uncertainty principles practical applications to large systems. I.e. himself. He'd gone leaps and bounds, managing to turn the uncertainty into a pretty relative certainty. He still had very little control over it, but he could do it, which was what was important.

His only disappointment was that he was unable to do it when anyone was watching. He had tried, though not with the direct intention of explaining the situation to someone. Simply in regards to being in a room and trying to disappear from it. It seemed he was stuck in the paradox of only being able to turn invisible when no one is around. For lack of a better way of putting it.

As he walked the grounds pondering, tossing a snowball up and down he noticed a familiar face approaching. Hiding his hand behind his back (because it made it so much less obvious what he might have planned) he strode up with a large grin on his face.