Kristi cel Tinar (molniya) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-06-05 10:39:00 |
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The first day or two of Kristi's stay at the school had proved pleasant. It was a far cry from his expectations, although it must be said, his expectations had been markedly slim. When you hear a school has supernaturals, surely you instantly think 'lol, smoking much?' in the direction of the person passing along the information. Kris was no exception, despite having been clued in several years before of his heritage. He'd read the Harry Potter books just like everyone else in his age group, and, just like everyone else, he'd closed the books at the end, put them on the shelf, and gone back to his usual jaunts, haunting the sidewalks of Las Vegas' neon strips.
He'd never investigated any further than the details his father had given him during that first, awkward talk. Adjusting to the idea that he, Kristi, was not human, hadn't been easy - and therefore the teen had simply done what he did best, and ignored it. His father had made enough money that Kris would never have to work a day in his life, should he wish. He did wish, and had no intention, at that time, of studying for anything. That unspoken little vow included any unnecessary facts about his own lineage. He was half Russian, half Bulgarian, and a smidgen American - and as far as Kris was concerned, he'd stay that way until the moon turned blue.
Of course, that hadn't got him very far, had it? Let's see, he'd dropped out of school before completing even the last year's of elementary, knocked down his house, killed his own father... They hadn't been exceptionally close, as parents and children go, but 19 years of being a single parent family had to count for something. Guilt was a nasty emotion, and one Kristi was only now learning to experience. It was that guilt, rather than the worry of hurting someone else, that had brought him to Halcyon. A debt, you could say, to fulfil the wish his father had expressed several years before.
Timezones, Kristi thought, were a funny thing. Through his life, he'd passed through half the world's slots of time, and although jetlag was rampant amongst the planet's populace, Kristi himself had never previously conceived any form of problem... until now. Here was an island which had a timezone Kristi wasn't even sure about. As a result, the usual daily schedule which kept the Russian's bodyclock ticking smoothly was suffering a slight bout of hiccoughs.
So, here he was, after proclaiming himself a comfortable early bird, leaning against the tiled wall of Halcyon's swimming pool, eyes slitted against the assault of the flourescent floodlights pooling on the water - dozing. The displaced European was waiting for his recently drafted swimming coach, a girl he'd met randomly on a beach, and organised a boat trip with. Thankfully, his self-admitted lack of swimming skills had been well received, and Sydni's subsequent offer to teach him had been welcome.
Kris only hoped he could hold up his eyelids long enough to keep from drowning, because that would really kind of suck.