Halcyon Halls

Who: Shoko and anyone who wants to join in!
What: Shoko is hungry since it is around lunchtime. Who else is?
When: Week Five. Thursday. Lunchtime.
Where: Cafeteria

After a rather tense Defense Against Magic class, Shoko shook off the ice crystals out of her hair and gathered her things for a much needed break. Her stomach growled as it seemed to know it was food time, much like a dog can sense when a his dog food is being poured into his bowl. Humming to herself, she proceeded down the hallway singing in her head that it was time to eat! People around her seemed to be in a foul mood because of the gossip post but Shoko, although she did feel for those affected by it, tried to be cheerful regardless. She tried to ignore the snickering of some of the younger girls over her dress. So she looked to be a tomboy, maybe to some people a possible stereotypical lesbian, but Shoko just never understood the concept of dressing up and being feminine. On that Thursday, Shoko wore a Harvard t-shirt that was perhaps one size too big and just hung on her like it would hang on a hanger. Likewise, she wore a light, linen, red checkered button down shirt like a jacket. She liked to cover herself up just because while she wouldn't freeze anyone instantly, she was paranoid it could shock someone if they felt her skin. This shirt was also perhaps a size too big. For her trousers, Shoko wore a pair of cargo pants and on her feet, she wore a pair of hunter green clogs. She liked her shoes even though some people found them an eye sore and it caused her to trip sometimes. She wore her hair down with a black headband to hold her bangs back.

Finally, Shoko made it to her destination. Clutching her growling gut, she looked at the menu for the day. After tapping her chin in thought humming outloud she finally clapped her hands together and exclaimed, perhaps a little too loud, "Sou ka! Pizza!" She could never get sick of pizza. Of course, she preferred it cold. Usually she had to just blow on it and it would be perfect. After she got her slice and some french fries, she nodded her head in thanks to the cafeteria worker. After that, she got some milk in a glass, ice, espresso from the coffee station, and chocolate sauce from the ice cream station. What she planned to make was an iced mocha, her favorite drink. One of her friends from Harvard who worked at Starbuck's taught her how to make one. Shoko liked the cherry flavoring but she had to make due with what is presented to her at the cafeteria. As she stood with her tray at the coffee station, she had her espresso, milk, and ice in her cup. Now, she just needed to add the most important ingredient, chocolate. Unfortunately, there seemed only to be a little bit of syrup left. She shook it, nothing came out. She shook the bottle harder. Still, nothing came out. Cursing in Japanese, she unscrewed the top and shook and squeezed it again quite violently. The chocolate did come out that time. The only thing was not only did it make it into the cup, but all over her tray and bits landed on her shirt and cheek. For a moment, Shoko froze in position. Oh no. A few people around her snickered. A few tears came to Shoko's eyes since she did not appreciate being laughed at. Sighing, she calmly wiped her cheek with a napkin.

When: Early night
Where: Halls of Halcyon
Who: Taylor and Annabella

Taylor’s day had been rather standard so far. Classes, few minutes with Rafe here and there, random talk with people after classes, nothing too note worthy or exciting. Normally that wouldn’t bother her much really but she was feeling a bit stir crazy today. That sort of urge to just get out and play had been nagging at the back of her mind now ever since she’d woken up! Talk about making classes difficult to sit through. She wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted to do, she just knew she needed to get out and about. The city, the beach, hell even just a walk around the school would do. Something to keep her feet moving and hopefully distract her mind a bit.

She was counting the minutes till the end of the school day where she could rush through the halls towards her room to get ready to go do something. She thought to ask Rafe to join her but the sun was still up and that antsy feeling just didn’t want to wait. Not like he couldn’t join up with her later. Maybe dinner or something…or maybe just a drink or two at a bar to end the night. She’d have to call him once the sun went down. But she still had hours to kill till then.

Not surprising her sister wasn’t around the room once Tay got there. She was starting to get used to that feeling. Was more like living alone then with a roommate and certainly didn’t feel like living with her sister again. Taylor wasn’t really sure what was going on but her attempts to talk didn’t go very far. Which didn’t sit well but only gave her more reason to look for some good straight forward distraction. Shopping always seemed like a good bet. Surfing put her in her element which Taylor never minded. A movie would be too slow and quite, not near distracting enough. Maybe Heaven and Hell, that was guaranteed to be loud and full of good times.

Ugh she needed a group to just throw herself into and not even think about anything. Where were friends when you needed them? For as popular as Tay used to be in school it wasn’t quite the same way here at Halcyon. Then again she hadn’t really been looking to be quite as involved in all that social scene as she used to be. But she did miss having some close friends to go to. Not just friends but those close sorts that knew everything about your or near enough to it.

Finally Taylor just decided to grab up a bad that had supplies for just about everything. Bathing suit, clubbing clothes, so forth. The best bet seemed like just going out there and seeing what jumped out at her. She could decide in the cab ride.

Tay grabbed up her jacket, tugging it on and hooking her bag over her shoulder before locking up the room and heading out of House Aquatic. Through the halls and around the corner. She stopped a few times to give a hello or chat for a little bit but she was set to getting out of the school for awhile.

So set on it that she nearly ran into someone when she came around the corner that led towards the main entry way of the school. She quickly halted, giving an apologetic smile “Sorry about that, think my minds already in the cab heading away from the school”

(( Save spot for something. I need more interaction for Annabella, on account of her being new. Who wants some Anya time?! If not, then this probably will be another inevitable narrative. ))

| who. | Annabella Laputa and anyone else | what. | While enjoying her new school at Halcyon Halls, Anya is intriuged to check out the club Heaven and Hell. Particuarly, Hell. | when. | April 26; 7:05 pm | where. | Heaven and Hell

Solace. Utter consolation. The distinctive ardor she strived for to convince herself she wasn't a freak that should be convicted into a circus sideshow for all to jive at her incoherent ability. She wasn't the sore thumb that stuck out in the crowd anymore. On the contrary, she wasn't even a blimp on the radar. Her keen analysis on other students validated just how normal she was. Blood that boiled in her skin was normal, comparing to werewolves who feared the fullmoon and vampires that refrained the inevitable bloodlust to suck their peers dry. An anchor of doubt had been uplifted. Hope sprang freely, fleeting in profound glory. She felt grateful, but under privileged. Her unique abilities no longer seemed unique. Unsatisfactory. A pigeon in a flock peacocks. No one noticed. She never mentioned exactly what she was, or more appropriately put, what she could do—though inclined to the Zephir house lead little to the imagination. She wasn't implanting falsity, but introvert closure to her background, but remaining an enigma to others inquisitive minds was entertaining. Her fascination was evident, and she wasn't fixated on shrouding her provocative reactions. It was easier for the others to react mellow, while most were heeded to the aspects of the supernatural world long enough to accommodate to the environment. She heard the school cater to any supernaturally inclined being, including telepathics, which ignited a suspicion on who exactly could read her mind. Though particularly brusque, she wasn't open on topics that applied to herself for rationales that remained evident. Trust. It was an attribute that a person needed to be worthy of. Thus, trustworthy. Rarely none had potential—or so Anya had concluded. Liars always existed, and even loyalty had it's faults. She was a hypocrite, thus herself was a fluent liar. So, how could others be trusted when she couldn't even trust herself. It was a common conception that rippled through her feeble mind, like a plague. it was a disease. The harmless virus—in a matter of speaking.

Humans were unreliable. Everyone was unreliable. Their unresponsive nature in a matter of serious crisis usually proceeds them. Authentic loyalty was seldom. She learned that the hard way. Her father was the most unreliable person to could critic. He'd spent majority of his time endorsing in work, rather then committing as a husband and a father. Rupert Laputa kiled her mother cause of it. Not in literal sense, and doctors would quickly deny her provocative retort—but he killed her. Giselle Laputa died of a broken heart that couldn't be mended after years of indecent neglect. While most fathers appointed impromptu outings to remind their wives how spontaneous and loving that could be, Rupert avoided showing any sign of love. Alas, it took a pale carcass laid lifeless on the floor for Rupert to finally care. Consistent banters of Anya's abrasive reaction inquired her feelings towards her deceased mother. For that, she despised him. She hadn't shed a tear for three years, true, but that didn't make her heartless. She repined from emotions as a way of coping with her anguish. Therapists repeatedly tried to analyze her, marking her as dysfunctional, or that her bipolar disorder was held accountable for her lack of emotions. They were wrong. All wrong. She had a heart, and wether a stalwart steel blockade that organ, it was still there. Living, beating, thumping. Characteristic traits shouldn't be confused with serious disorders. And it was her father's continuous trials of acts of challenges that lead her to emancipating herself at seventeen. She'd never been more grateful. And now, she felt more at home then she did in years. So, ironic. She felt as if she were Harry Potter being escorted to the blissful Hogwarts, where she no longer felt like an outcast. An outsider of society. In a matter speaking, she was. Halcyon Halls had witches, and many other creatures as well. It was more historic, and extravagant then what she read in those Harry Potter books. This was legitimate. It wasn't mindless idioms printed on expensive paper. It was real. Real as flesh and blood. She pinched herself to assure she wasn't dreaming—that she wouldn't awake in her bed constrained to her cotton sheets, bewildered by such a vivid dream.

( your halo slipping down )