The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Charlie, Calvin, and Shizuka
When: Wednesday evening
Where: the infirmary
What: the security dudes go to interview Shizuka about the attack

Charlie had been in bed talking to Davia when he got an urgent text informing him that a student had been attacked. Shizuka was still being treated for her injuries, so he knew it was too early to try and talk to her about what happened. Instead, he sprung into action and searched the entire school. He also did an extensive sweep of her dorm room and talked to her roommate. The most baffling part of the attack... was that Cissy said the door was still locked. Charlie inspected the lock carefully. He knew all about picking locks, and this one had not been touched. Either the attacker had a key, or he/she had some other means of entering the room. He didn't know of any vampires in the school who possessed the ability to teleport, so his money was on the duplicate key idea.

When searching proved worthless, Charlie got in touch with Calvin again. Shizuka was recovering in the infirmary, and Charlie had gotten word that she was conscious. While he didn't want to upset her, it was important to interview her early before she could forget important details. He grabbed her file from his office before he met Calvin.

Charlie had just opened the file, trying to learn a bit about the girl, when Calvin arrived. Charlie looked like hell. He hadn't slept well, and now he was worried. It was his job to keep the students and staff in the school safe, and now he had a vampire attacker on the loose. "Hey. I got her file. I feel bad that I don't know much about her. I don't think I've even talked to Shizuka before." That was the case with a lot of students, actually. But he didn't have a reason to get to know most of them.

Who: Charlie and Shizuka
When: Tuesday night (into early Wednesday morning)
Where: in the dream world
What: Shizuka takes a walk through one of Charlie's dreams and hopefully learns a very valuable lesson... if she survives it!
Rating: a strong R for violence and language and some sex

( Scared yet? )

Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka
When: 6:30ishPM
Where: Generic sitting area
What: Cafeteria dinner to go and a nice chat

Letting his students leave after they were finished changing, Jin-Sang glanced at his watch. He knew it was six, but he liked to look at the time anyway. His eyes then took on a momentarily thoughtful look as he thought about what he had in his little apartment to eat. There was nothing in there that he found appetizing tonight. Figures. He sighed and checked his wallet after pulling it out of the bottom drawer of his desk. Plenty of cash to spend at the school cafeteria. Perfect. Changing shoes and slinging a yellow, zip-up hoodie over his shoulders, Jin-Sang made for the cafe. He was starved. After swimming all day, and especially teaching, he was hungry. Hopefully there was something good in the cafeteria.

There was. He was happy. Getting a To-Go box, he filled it with some hot pizza, french fries, and a bronwie for dessert. Picking up a cup at the soft drink machine, he got himself a Coke and started to leave when he saw Shizuka a few people ahead of him. He really shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help himself. Everything he ever said to her was the truth. He'd get fired for her. Actually, JC would do a lot of things for Shizuka. It was strange how he suddenly found himself at her whim and she didn't want to even attempt to use it. Maybe he was in love with her. Hell if he knew. Love was one of those emotions he had yet to feel. At least not toward another person who wasn't his parents. Parental love was different than a spousal-relationship love.

"Shizuka," said the Korean as he strolled up beside her. "I need to talk to you about your swim times. Would you mind coming with me?" He was smiling because he was lying so bad. He didn't even care. No one was listening. If they were they probably didn't care. Most of these students seemed to be too wrapped up in their daily sex lives to give a damn about whatever Jin-Sang and Shizuka were doing. Though there was probably at least one student, Shizuka's pink haired friend, who cared. Not that JC knew that.

Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka
When: 4:25PM
Where: The hallway outside of the pool area
What: Shizuka runs for comfort

Having been at the pool most of the morning, Jin-Sang was out now to grab a quick drink before his class started in (roughly) an hour. Leaving the office hiding behind the pool at 4, he paid visit to a few co-workers on the way to the cafe where he bought himself a freezing cold iced coffee. Jin-Sang didn't really feel "cold" when others did, though he had no reason behind it. He attributed it toward being a siren, but he wasn't sure. He had gone to the polar swims in the past and didn't feel much of anything other than a chill. Though he really would prefer not to do it again. "Cold" was about as cold as he wanted to go. Freezing was. . .not pleasant. He hated winters because the water turned to ice and he couldn't swim unless at an indoor pool.

Fortunately, he had one now and he was heading on back. With his drink in hand, keys jangling at his hip where they hung from a mountaineers clip, Jin-Sang began the trek through the halls. As he walked he moved along with the students, though he kept to the side to not be in anyone's way should they be running behind. There were a few stragglers in the hall once 4:20 came to pass and they were officially "late." The others in the hall seemed to be on the way back to their rooms, most walking in twos or threes and talking. JC only smiled to himself while pausing outside of the pool to take his keys off of his belt loop to unlock the door--he kept it locked most of the time. Not that that would stop the students from breaking in if they really wanted in, but he hoped it would at least deter them. Was it really necessary to swim in the pool naked or to cause problems? Twice already had the filters been tampered with!

It really made Jin-Sang lose faith in people. But then again, some where born naturally to cause trouble. Now, where were those keys? How in the world did he end up with so many!

Who: Fisher and Shizuka
What: Chat after class
Where: Energies and Emotions classroom
Why: Mom and Dad say hello
Rating: PG

Of course, it had to be Halloween.

For awhile Fisher had noticed that the ghosts were scarce, and many of them ignored him completely. He had been very happy with that. But today, they seemed to be taking more notice of him. Some of them even asked him questions, though it was a lot of insane babble. Being in a crazy house had many, many disadvantages for a medium. Still, he'd managed to look past all the spirits bugging him and pay attention in class.

Except, of course, for a Japanese couple that were hovering around one of his classmates. The girl was young, with soft porcelin skin, and beautiful eyes. She looked a lot like the woman, who was trying to stroke her child's hair. Fisher watched her, thinking. So they were obviously her parents, and they were obviously longing to have their daughter see them, to be able to speak with her again. Which meant that he would be the one doing it. Damnit.

Once class had ended, Fisher grabbed his book and walked over to Shizuka, looking both weary and remorseful. He always felt awkward approaching someone he didn't know, especially in circumstances like this. "Hi," he said shyly. "Um... my name's Fisher. I think there are some people who need to talk to you... your parents?"

Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka
When: Roughly half an hour after dance class let out
Where: The dance studio
What: JC stays after class to practice and give himself a good workout. Things do not go as planned.

After waiting for all of the dance class to leave and bidding farewell to Davia, Jin-Sang got up from the seat he had taken in front of the mirror. A water bottle was more than half emptied, he having drank from it in the fifteen to twenty minutes it took for him to take a short break. When he got up, taking one long, last drink, the cap was slammed shut against his palm. The blue bottle was tossed across the room to land harmlessly on his bag with a plunk. He wasn't in a hurry to start, so as he sauntered across the wood floor in his Nike brand sneakers he swung by the door. Someone had closed it, but the room was still stuffy from the heat exerted by the class. Pushing it open to let in some fresh air, he was pleased enough.

Going to the stereo, his burned CD already inside the changer, JC pushed around the buttons until his disc moved into place. Pressing play, he counted sixteen beats while moving in only a handful of long strides across the room. He stood center to the mirror and swung his shoulders in a fluid motion as the beat began. A groove then fell into place where his body moved in a very smooth motion, despite the fact that his knees and arms or back popped and locked into positions along the way. Lets get it on. His back turned on the mirror and he froze, the ties to his sweatshirt swinging as he leaned forward slightly.

Twelve beats later Jin-Sang moved into the real dance. It was slow, though it looked like it should have been going so much faster. That was the trick of the song and the dance. He always thought it looked interesting to move in slow-motion when one really wasn't. At the moment his eyes were closed, but when he turned around they opened and he watched himself in the mirror while the chorus started to pick up. A hand threw a long strand of hair from his face, some of it sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. He had been at this for over an hour.

Singing with the chorus, he spun once, made a quick foot motion, and then planted his hand to the floor and took his feet off. All was well and Jin-Sang moved along. The song progressed and he moved into a slow, smooth part of the song. He smiled, for he was having fun, but when he next threw his weight down onto his palm there was a pain that shot up his arm from the heel of his left hand all the way to his shoulder. Collapsing in a heap on the ground just as the song rose to a finish, he lay on the shining wood floor holding his wrist with his good hand against his chest. Jin-Sang didn't recall spraining his wrist to be so painful, but it had been years since he'd done it last.

Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka (Allusion toward the class)
When: Swim class period
Where: The pool
What: JC has to cancel class

( This. . .this is harder than you think. . . )

Who: Jin-Sang Connor and Shizuka Yumeko
When: Saturday night, late, just around curfew
Where: Just outside the student dormitory
What: Shizuka is having a really sucky day and can't seem to deal with it anymore

Who:Adrien & Shizuka
When:Friday Night
Where?:Second circle of hell/ In dreams
What: Adrien is having a nightmare
Caution: Strong sexual content, violence, and lots of evil deeds to take place.


( You just don't get it, Mon pere, do you? I thought you were dead and I felt nothing. No pain, no love, nothing. I'm free. And when I marry to a worthy man, you will be nothing more, but that of a memory. One I wish to forget, and I shall. I'll never look back )

Who: Xander and Shizuka
Where: Hallway outside Energies & Emotions Class
When: Friday Afternoon
Why: Shizuka gets caught by another dreamwalker.

( The problem with sneaking around. Sooner or later, you always get caught. )

Who: Blake & Shizuka
Where: In dreams...
When: Friday Night.
What: Blake is dreaming, and as Shizuka likes to watch...
Rating: tbc. Never know what's gonna happen.

It was safe to say Blake's first few weeks in Boston hadn't been what he'd expected. He'd been introduced to the dangers of drinking whilst connected to AIM, the fact his powers might be controlled if he gets down to his deepest darkest insecurities and to Adora. The succubi. The one who had gotten under his skin and who he wished he could get rid of, but then she was like that wasn't she? Her kiss on wednesday had effected him like her very perfume which clung to his skin, refusing to go away and stop triggering his mind to think about her.

Of course it triggered other things within his memory - as he slept after a long day of introductory classes his subconscious wandered into situations and places he was all to familiar with. The trench of this front line, the one he was currently cowering in was cold and damp and uncomfortable but he was fine, dressed in his pyjamas and sitting on the body of dead soldier. Well, there was no room. Men around him were eating sandwiches as shells rained down on the banks behind them. Blake himself held a picture in his hand, that of a pretty woman with red hair and he wiped his mouth free of the mud which had suddenly splattered down over the bank as a bomb landed. No dirt was on the picture, that was safe with him. As long as he kept it in his hands so would the lady inside it be safe back home.

Who: Cole, Hunter, Shizuka, Zevira
When: All day long
Where: Boston center
What: New friends take a trip into the city

This was amazing. Breath-takingly so. Driving into the city had been magical enough for Zevira. Pink eyes looked in awe at the tall buildings and bridges, most of the highway newly built. The ports were beautiful, the water dark and crisp in the cool September day. Birds flew by, mostly ducks or goose, and the hundreds of cars on the road going North or South were distracting to the Gemman. This was magical, and that was only the drive.

When they had climbed out of the car, the pink haired youth got her first smell of city and smog, dirt, grime, and stale gas. It was something she accepted and would forever remember that scent as "Boston." Sighing, she finally slipped off of the backseat and let her sneakered feet touch the old pavement of the parking garage. There was no one around, not that she could see, but camera's lurked everywhere in Boston. As she got down her fingers adjusted the pale purple scarf of silk around her face until she looked like a young woman from India with only her eyes visible above the bridge of her nose where the scarf stopped.

( That Was When I Ruled The World )

Who: Cole and Shizuka
Where: Just around the art classroom
When: Thursday, after Beginner's Art
What: A bump and a chat

The teacher was sort of hot, but art was sort of boring. It felt like more school, but what did he expect? The syllabus was shoved in his notebook with a few doodles he did while waiting. Do some art over the weekend? Well, yeah, sure, he could do something, but what? He could make Hunter sit still long enough and draw him or go sit outside and draw up something there. Cole was a crappy artist, but he tried and it's something he liked doing usually, so he might as well do it there he figured.

Blades in an hour would be cool. Hunter hates it, but Cole decided he was just scared of being a pin cushion. That was going to be awesome though. Besides, if he did get hurt then hunter could heal him and if he hurt someone else he'd just heal them instead. This would be perfect. Of course, all these nice thoughts of using pointy objects distracted Cole and he found himself to be the last out of the classroom. He swore and stood, hurrying out. She probably had another class and who knew what would be coming in from that. He'd just gone out of the door when he slammed right into someone.

"Watch it," Cole grunted, always the polite young man. "Uh, I mean sorry. You okay?"

Who: Shizuka and Ava
When: Wednesday during the afternoon, possibly
Where: Library maybe?
What: For the LOLs. So for the LOLs. Oh, no, wait, I mean they meet.

Wednesday had brought the first thoughts that Shizuka had had that classes were going to start tomorrow. She hadn't really let it kick in before, but now, with only a day to go, she realized that she was going to have to start looking at books, materials and... lots of other things. Unfortunately, the pain medication, as well as the dream suppressing pills that Doctor Skylar had prescribed her were making her feel super-foggy, and she just had a hard time focusing on anything.

Well, at least she had found some solace in the books. Of course, she normally would have been looking for Nathaniel, but their chat last night had made her feel... really bad, and even though they'd talked after the director's get-together Wednesday, she still felt pretty bad. It was just something that would take a few days to get over. Funny enough, though, Shizuka had decided to take a seat at the same table she and Nathaniel sat together last time, then grabbed a few cookbooks and began to look through them for recipes.

Who: Davia and Shizuka
When: Tuesday Morning
Where: Davia's office
What: We all go a little crazy sometimes. Especially those of us with hereditary mood disorders.

Davia had been fighting it ever since the weekend started. Honestly, she had been fighting it ever since her meeting with Sydni last week. But in spite of all the efforts she took personally, and in spite of having Maggie around again who was normally such an easy fix to her impending downward spirals, the hereditary disease that her mother had passed down to her and vampirism had not cured was winning. And she found herself quite lethargic by the time Tuesday morning had come around, but that didn't change her obligations.

Music wafted from her office into the hall as usual, but the music wasn't the same cheerful tunes that she normally played. Instead, she was listening to Sarah Brightman and Antonio Bandera's version of Phantom of the Opera. And though she was trying to focus, trying to get some sort of inspiration from it, there were no images dancing behind her closed eyes. So instead of sitting at her desk simply listening, she moved to her feet, and found herself singing along by the time the actual lyrics had started.

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

This was perhaps not the best song for her to listen to considering that this song always made her think of her father, sire, her sire, David. She refused to think of him as her father any longer. And she chastised herself for even thinking of him as such throughout his verse.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

Your spirit and my voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my mind

But that didn't matter. The more the song progressed, the more her thoughts turned towards him, which was so often the case. Normally it was thoughts of him that triggered these episodes, though this one had come from something else entirely.

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind

By the time it reached the end, every note being one that Davia could and did hit, she was nearly outraged, wishing that there was some way, some merciful way, that she could simply erase that man from her mind. And as the last note hit it's final crescendo, she grabbed the nearest thing to her, some useless paper weight that was there only for decoration, and hurled it across the room. And then she was in tears, having forgotten completely that her appointment was to arrive at any moment now.

Who: Saffron and all new students
What: New Student Orientation
Where: The Auditorium
When: 11:00AM
Notes: This post will start out with Saffron giving a brief speech. After that, new students are welcome to mingle with other new students, enjoy the refreshments served, and speak with Director Swann about any questions, comments, or concerns they may have. All new students are required to attend this event, however you do not have to post your students. Please make all scenes in subthread with the subject titled for what people are involved or if the subthread is open.

The auditorium was set up rather nicely for the speech that was going to be delivered today by the facility director. The podium was set on the small stage, the seats that were before the stage rather plush, covered in red velvet, the metal accents in black, to keep in tune with the whole Gothic look that the entire school had. Along both walls on either side of the main stage were tables covered with a vast array of goodies and treats. There was something for everyone, even blood bags for the vampires, and treats of every taste and origin to appeal to every race and nationality.

All new students were required to attend this event so they could be briefed on the school, the rules and things of that nature, as well as have the chance to meet other new students at the school. It was exactly 11:00AM on the dot when Director Saffron Swann approached the podium to deliver her speech.

"Welcome all students." She began, in her voice that was cold and demanding. "I am Saffron Swann, the director of this facility. Tiberius J. Swann is my father, and the founder of this school. He believed in the need for education for supernaturals in order to teach them not only how to control their abilities, but to teach them temperance and tolerance for other races. This school originally opened with a very small number of students, in order to keep the wandering eyes from roving our way, but has sense expanded immensely, now that we have become more established in the community. We are not hidden, we are not entirely out of sight, but I assure you that we are all safe here in this place."

Pulling out a white packet with the school logo on it, she indicated to the students to take out their own. "In this welcome packet you will find a lot of useful information, such as a schedule of events, the times and locations of upcoming religious gatherings, and a list of the rules for students of Tiberius J Swann. Please read these rules and ensure that you abide by them. All disciplinary action will be handled by your staff sponsors, all of whom you should have met by this point in time. Any serious infractions will be brought directly to me and I will tell you all now that I do NOT tolerate repeat offenders and anyone who continues to violate rules and be brought before me will be expelled and will have to seek their education elsewhere." She arched a brow slightly as she paused, giving them all a moment to digest.

"In addition to the aforementioned information, you will find a map of the school highlighting all pertinent locations. There is also a map of the city around us for those of you who wish to venture off campus on the weekends. Please be advised that you may not leave campus grounds without written parental consent if you are under twenty-years of age and all weekend passes and visitor passes must be approved by me. Your sponsors will be able to set up an appointment with me if you have need for it." She arched a brow once more. "For those of you who are of age and feel that it is simply unfair to impose a curfew upon you, I give you this answer; You are here to learn. The curfew is in place for not only your protection, but to ensure that you are properly rested in order to learn what you need to learn. Do not come to me or to any other instructors complaining about the rules. They are not negotiable. And any student found in violation, or any staff member found to be enabling a student to violate these rules will report directly to me."

"With that being said, I hope you all enjoy your stay here at The Tiberius J Swann Detention Facility." She smirked a little. "Feel free to mingle and enjoy the treats that have been prepared. I will be available for any questions that any of you may have for me." With that, she concluded the speech and then moved to take a seat where she would wait for an hour, or until the last students had gone, whichever came first, to answer any questions that the students may have.

Who: Jin-Sang, Shizuka
When: Mid-Day
Where: The halls
What: JC doesn't pay attention to where he's going and meets a future student of his. Not that he realizes this.

The school was particularly beautiful. Much better than the college he had attended, though he couldn't say he missed any of the school itself. Jin-Sang only missed the people within it. But life was life and sometimes you pulled the short end of the stick. Well, he felt fortunate enough just to be here, with people like himself, that it wasn't really the short end. Not to mention he had always had a relatively easy time making friends. And now, while he made friends amongst his coworkers he might make friends among his students.

That was certainly a weird thought. Jin-Sang had never pictured himself as a teacher of anything, yet here he was. It was easy to forget, much like when you turned a new age. Even if you had a party sometimes it just slipped your mind in a time of need. At the moment, however, Jin was discussing the building layout with his foster mother, Lauren, over his cellular phone. It was a little black Razor that he hated, but it served his need of making calls. All was well.

"No," said the Korean-American as he backed around a corner into the main hall. "No, it's nice here. The view is pretty nice. Yeah, I think I'll like it. You'll have to come visit when you both get a weekend off. I'll show you around." He smiled as he spoke, turning on his usually dancing, swift feet. But as he said he loved his mother and hung up, Jin-Sang found his arm colliding with some poor young woman's side.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

Who: Shizuka and Bastian
Where: The Infirmary
When: Sunday, late morning
What: Shizuka wakes up from her bout with Xander and... is in so much pain...
Warnings: There is mention of sexual content

Who: Cissy and Shizuka
When: Afternoon
Where: Their room
What: Cissy and Shizuka have a civil, or as civil as Cissy is capable of, conversation.

This was so boring. It hadn't even been an entire day of her required bed rest and already Cissy was bored out of her mind. She had even gone as far as to have a copy of Walden's Pond sent to her from the library even though she had already read it, just to brush up on it before the semester began since she had already been clued in on the fact that that would be the first book they would read in the Advanced English class. But one could only read so much before they were simply exhausted of it. And she had only made it about a third of the way into the book before she had tired of it completely and discarded it on her nightstand next to her bed.

Now what to do for entertainment...

She had her laptop which had messenger. She could have always signed on to harass someone. But she had already harassed Professor Witt and James was far too busy for her these days. Xander, well, she was trying to avoid him, and the same thing went for Simon. So who did that leave? Her family? Hardly. But there was always her roommate.

Cissy glanced over at the other girl who, as Cissy had found was quite normal, had her nose buried in her computer. She watched her for a moment with a bit of a frown pursing her lips before she finally spoke. "So what's so interesting on there?" Rude much? She wasn't very good at conversing with other girls. If Shizuka had been a man, she would have it well under control. But as it were, she had to make do and attempt to make nice with someone who wasn't falling all over her.

Who: Shizuka and Ana
When: Thursday night
Where: Ana's dreams
What:  The two of them meet during some pretty freaky dreams of Ana's
WARNING: There are vampire bits, mwaha, and sexual content, I would imagine

Shizuka was quite sure she might actually crumble to pieces at the end of the day. She'd spent so much time meeting people that she just didn't think she could handle talking to anyone else. While meeting with Nate had been really, well, fun, and she had had a great time, didn't feel... too intimidated. She was kind of intimidated, though. But he was... really nice. Quiet, reserved, like her, but he was really nice.

On top of the fact that she had made a few friends, as well as... well, she wouldn't call Cissy her friend, it just made everything seem kind of complicated. Either way, Shizuka just felt like she was about to short-circuit. She'd put up a journal entry, but that kind of felt like a huge, epic failure on her part, so she was trying to think of something, anything that would get her mind off of it.

Even as Shizuka laid down to go to sleep for the night, though, she couldn't help but feel like she hadn't slept at all. She knew that she'd been dreamwalking like normal, but she couldn't really remember more than snippets of all the dreams. The one she'd had Tuesday had really stuck with her, though. She had really felt like something important was going on, she just didn't know what. Finally, though, Shizuka made herself relax, put her mind at ease and tried to breathe deeply. At how mentally exhausted she felt today, it didn't take her more than a few minutes before she was out like a light.