Halcyon Halls

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: 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: Cassandra and... (or narrative)
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Outside, Gardens


It was far too hot to be doing this. A bead of sweat kept making an obnoxious trickle down the middle of Cassandra's back. The belt that kept her cut off jean shorts from falling off was her saving grace when it came to that evil little trickle of sweat. Why she'd decided to go out in the afternoon and do this... she'd honestly never know but something had told her to get outside and pick a spot to plant the flowers and trees she'd always wanted to for Sarah and Jeremiah.

And after waiting this long to do it... she wasn't about to ignore that particular voice.

So she'd done the best she could in deference to the heat. The oldest pair of jeans she owned was cut off to sit just above her knees and she'd even managed to wear a tank top. Walking through the halls she'd felt halfway naked but by the time she hit the heat and humidity outside... she was infinitely grateful for the sacrifice in clothing. What she had forgotten and realized a bit too late as she sat back on her heels and rubbed her dirty palms on her thighs. Sunscreen.

Cassandra could see it on her forearms. The pale skin already turning a lovely shade of pink. If Cassandra cursed, she would have let loose with a long litany of words, instead though she just stared at her arms and wished she hadn't forgotten something as simple as sunscreen. It never faded to a tan. Just peeled and peeled some more before returning to the same porcelain color she always was. But of course before the peeling came the pain. And that she would have for a good long while.

It was worth it though. She glanced over at the pile of weeds and other brambles that she'd pulled free from a small sloping area not far from one of the turrets of the castle. The small swell of land would do well for a place to set up a memorial for the two who had passed away earlier that year. Too suddenly and too... well Cassandra didn't really speak of what she knew when it came to their deaths. It was still hard for her, it was never easy to know someone was going to pass but to be able to do nothing to change that course. She tried to remember that a long time had since passed and now was not the time to dwell over the pain of their deaths. Instead she just wanted to do what she could now to remember them in a good way.

Spot cleared and plans already formulating in her head, she'd have to talk to Kalli next about plants. She'd know more than Cassandra did. Well next up would be... doing something about the bright pinkness that was now most definitely covering most of her body and... Cassandra looked down at the small watch that encircled her wrist... She'd missed her class! That put a look of shock and surprise into her features. How had she let herself get so caught up in this as to miss her evening class.

Oh my. She was going to have to get notes from someone and apologize to her teacher.