Halcyon Halls

Who: Cissy and Sydni
When: Evening
Where: The Caf

Dinner. Why was it that everyone always wanted to meet over food? Cissy could barely stand food. She hated trying to eat in front of someone. She felt pressured to at least try to eat and then she just felt sick with herself afterwards. But apparently Sydni was a busy girl and dinner was pretty much the only free time that she had. But why did it have to be the Cafeteria? The food there was hardly edible. Granted, it was better than some of the Cafeteria food she had eaten, or not eaten rather, in her life, but it was still just.. Well eww. It made her feel disgusting just thinking about eating it. She preferred to only eat food that she prepared herself, truth be told, just so she would know exactly what was going into her body. But whatever! She was here anyway.

With a sigh, Cissy glanced around looking for this girl that she was to meet under the pretense of easing the other girl's mind about Cissy being involved with Simon. Aww, Simon. Just thinking about him made her smile. The truth of the matter was, however, that Cissy wanted to size her up, see whether or not she had anything to worry about when it came to this girl. Was she potential competition? Cissy wasn't sure yet, and that was the entire point of this little meet and greet. Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. That was the golden rule, wasn't it? That's what she had always thought.

While waiting, it was decided that Cissy needed a fresh manicure. She would see to that after school on Friday. It was also decided that she would go for the spaghetti simply because that was something she could push around enough to make it look like she had eaten some without really having to eat it. She had already had a protein shake so she was good until tomorrow. And then finally someone started to approach her in their designated meeting area and she had to assume that it was Sydni. She frowned a little though it was hardly noticeable. She was cute. That was disappointing.

"You must be Sydni." The frown was replaced with her best smile as she extended a hand. "Cecilia, but you can call me Cissy."

Who: Cissy and Simon
What: The Big Date
Where: Surprise locale outside school
When: After classes, about 3pm

She didn't have class, he'd checked her schedule. No dance club meeting, that was Wednesdays. Simon felt a bit like a stalker, but it was necessary to ensure it all went right. He hoped he was dressed well- comfortable, but not sloppy.

That Sydni was a genius. It had been a really good idea to ask her advice on romantic dates, because the answer she gave was just perfect. Of course, she was a girl and girls knew what girls thought was romantic.

He walked confidently through the girls' room hallway, because even if someone caught him he was in too good a mood to care. Placing his knapsack just outside the door, he straightened his shirt collar and knocked. When the door opened, he grinned shyly. Cissy looked very pretty. She always did.

"You're gonna have to change," he told her. "Second date attire required. Wear sandals, no heels, no skirts." He crossed his arms, looking faux impatient. "I'll be waiting. But I can't wait forever."

Who: Cissy and Ana
When: Monday Evening
Where: The Pool

Being trapped anywhere was never a good feeling, especially when it came to Cissy Vallario. She hated having to sit still as a general rule of thumb, and after having spent a weekend in New York again, she was finding her inability to keep herself from moving around even more prevalent. And tonight just had to be the full moon, one of the times when she, for reasons unknown, always seemed to find herself at her most restless state.

Walking around the house had done little for her. Hanging out in the common room had only made her decide that all the non-weres in her house were dull. Frankie was off doing something with her friends and Vinnie was busy and Xander.. well she didn't want to know what he was doing tonight, and she was just bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Normally she would have gone for a run and that would have helped her out but considering that she couldn't go outside, that idea was shot all to hell.

Finally a decision was made. A swim was in order. It was the best she could come up with to help cure her of her excess energy. A swimsuit was chosen, a towel tossed over her shoulder, and Cissy was on her way. It didn't take her long to find the room in which she was determined to calm down her own "inner beast" as the werecreatures liked to call it, at least enough that she could sleep, before retreating to her bedroom to close her eyes and wake up on a new day where perhaps she would feel less stir crazy.

The pool was empty when she arrived but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Cissy dove into the pool, her lithe body taking to the water with all of a natural swimmers grace. She could have been a professional had she cared to devote the time to it, but she had never wanted that for herself. Still she moved rather gracefully and soundlessly through the glistening pool, to one end and back to the other, each lap swam more quickly that the previous, until she found herself resting at the side of the pool, wet hair pushed back out of her face as the warm water of the pool lapped at her supple form.

Who: Caibre/Cissy.
Where: Pottery class.
When: Late evening.
What: Every time a werecreature needs to blow off some steam, art dies a little inside.


Anxiety had been germinating within his chest for several days with little to no release, which had, haplessly, bred a machine devoted to a sole and sinister purpose.... that of turbulent destruction. With his degree of arrogance, inner-disquiet, sex drive and yearning for lawlessness, Caibre could scarcely be blamed for needing to vent some frustration. Not that there weren’t other more appropriate, restrained ways to do so. But where’s the fun in that?

Having stewed long enough in his room, pacing and bouncing a ball off the wall until the neighbour hollered for him to “Stop it already! God!”, he fled the caging chamber to lurk down the halls murderously. Had anyone collided with him, he would have likely snapped their neck like a fresh carrot for kicks, but Fate was looking out for the innocent that evening. With no direction in mind, he found himself after a few moments in the general area of where the art classes were taught, pausing for a moment as his senses focused enough to recognize the door to the pottery class. The eclipsing, bloodthirsty fog lessened a little further as he identified the chamber’s door as one he’d been through numerous times. Making the connections, albeit slowly, Caibre realized where he was. He also recalled hating the class taught in there. How timely he wound up here.

Had he the intention to be anything even remotely resembling secrete, he might have elected to pick the lock with something, but no.. Caibre was Caibre, and a coiling of his right leg, followed swiftly by a boot to the face of the door sent the wood reeling away, hinges groaning in protest. Glancing from left to right, he snorted ferally, coming to rest in the center of the room, posture one of immoderate pomposity.

Picking up a clay figure of some lithe dancer, made by some anonymous student, he examined the piece of art before reeling backward to get some momentum, launching the unlucky masquerader head first into the blackboard. As it detonated, shattering into countless pieces and tumbling to the floor, he was incapable of concealing his grin. This was exactly what he needed.

Collecting a half finished dish, the irascible werelion frisbee’d it toward the opposing wall, snickering as it collided with some other random crap lined up on a shelf. God this was going to be fun...

Who: Cissy and Simon
When: 6:30 and beyond
Where: The Main Hall and then town
What: Cissy takes Simon out to dinner

Cissy wasn't sure what had possessed her to offer to take Simon out but she had and now it was time to do just that. She could make an educated guess, assume that it had something to do with his having been complimentary, and probably be right about that. She liked people that paid attention to her, and the fact that he had given such compliments to her name and to how well it had suited her had certainly gotten him on her good side. Also he seemed rather cute and sweet as well. And one could never go wrong in spending a little time with a sweet, younger boy. They were so cute, after all!

Even if this was not what she would consider an actual date, she had taken no less care in getting herself ready for it. She always wanted to look her best, whether it was early in the morning, the middle of the night, or she was just going to the post to check her mail. She had to look perfect. She could and would accept nothing less.

She had selected her outfit and all of her accesories rather carefully, wanting to look cute but not overly cute. She didn't want the boy to get the wrong idea, after all. And in the end, she had ended up in a nice, grey/blue dress that she felt fit the occasion perfectly. She went with the smokey eye look, blues and greys, heavy on the eyeliner, and a small amount of clear lipgloss. Nails were manicured in a french tip, both fingers and toes, and her feet were dressed in a pair of silver sandals that helped to bring out the silver of the buckles on the dress. Hair was left down, soft and in curls smelling like champagne and glittery like diamonds, and she spent an obligatory fifteen minutes just admiring the way that her final look had turned out.

For once, she was actually on time, though that wasn't really because she wanted to be but mostly because she thought that the boy might think she had stood him up and not wait for her to arrive were she to be too terribly late. He seemed the sort that would lack that confidence. Of course when at last she arrived, he was not yet there, so she had to wait for him which was certainly a change of pace. She batted lashes and threw enticing glances to a few people that passed, but certainly she was looking forward to just taking a step away from this place for a while.

Who: Errona and Cissy
Where: Errona's office; smell the plants, admire the fine needlepoint
When: Tuesday afternoon
What: Cissy, meet the new woman in your life.

Oh Guide Students. Errona was one of those guides who was usually on top of them. She hated when they acted out of line and required discipline. In fact, she was known for being pretty strict with them when they were out of line. It was not uncommon for her to place a hex or binding upon them. Misuse your powers and you'd learn what it was to live like without them.

It was a positive that her disciplinary actions rarely required her to follow up much. However, she had to keep them elementary or risk exposing her own abilities. Bindings and simple quilts to affect dreams had been all that she doled out, but proved sufficient. No one had done anything to go above and beyond that, and good for them. If you crossed her more than twice, she was bound to take it personally. Then she might consider removing whatever noxious quality that caused such errant behavior.

Call it a bad day, but she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. It wasn't as if she was completely cranky, just that Monday had been a relatively exciting and motivating day that Tuesday was failing to live up to. A bit of fallout from feeling underprepared (as in, not overprepared) for the upcoming semester. Leecee dove into expanding her class syllabus into a detailed outline including color-coordination and advanced warnings for preparation. After hours of work (and many distractions from passing students), she had only moved ahead three weeks for a single course. It would be days before she had moved ahead a single month in both and while cutting into quilting time.

The entire reason for this failure was due to her Quilting. She resisted the urge to open her drawer and pour some frustrated energy into one of her needles, but she did not need that kind of energy for the quilt, nor did it seem worthy of conveting. So she held it inside. "Come in!" She called, lacking that usual cheery lilt she had. Her simple silver neck-clasp was decorated with some inlaid semi-precious stones that matched the earrings hardly able to be seen from the cascade of waist-length hair she was working the beginning of this semester.

Who: Rafe and Cissy
Where: small pool room
When: evening
What: a boy and his guitar and a random encounter with a fire mage/ice demon

Taylor's phone call earlier had made Rafe feel both better and worse. Better, because he was hearing her voice, that soft teasing tone that always made him feel as if he was home no matter where they happened to be. Worse because she was so far away, because she would be for quite some time to come, even though they planned to visit. Visit. Yeah, that was a great word and a fine concept, but it was cold comfort to him right now.

He'd attempted to fill his time with various things for a while after the call. There wasn't enough homework yet for him to really apply himself to it; after all, it was only the second day of class. He'd commented on a few posts, but that activity had quickly ceased to be diverting. He wasn't quite in the mood to go to the beach, had fed too recently to be hungry. What to do?

Finally, the vampire changed into his most faded and disreputable pair of jeans and a tank top and grabbed his guitar, slinging it over his shoulder by the strap and leaving his room. Even though it was empty except for him and did not contain that much furniture, he felt constricted within it. A quick wander through the Terrene common room revealed that there was nobody there to talk to, and he left the house, beginning to make his way down the corridor.

Rafe was in a strange frame of mind. He didn't want company, but he did, and he'd become aware that despite the fact that he'd been at Halcyon since February, he hadn't exactly overextended himself becoming acquainted with people. Tay had been his main companion, and she was gone. He was still adjusting to it, and he wasn't sure what to do with himself while he did that. Not the best time he'd ever had.

( in worlds so hollow it's breaking my heart )

Who: Cissy and Vinnie
When: Sunday Afternoon
What: Cissy arrives and Halcyon Halls will never be the same

She was so tired. One last night of partying in NYC was not the brightest idea that Cissy had ever had. She had barely gotten home when it was time for her to go. She had whined about that all the way to the plane that had brought her hare, and even now she was being a bit mopey on the cab ride from the airport to the school. She had slept a little on the plane, but she was exhausted, and the bags under her eyes!!! She could have packed half of her wardrobe in those bad boys. Oh my!

Really though, she looks as perfect and well put together as always in what she considered her "scrub" clothes. Even if she had been tired as could be, she had still managed to paint her nails to match perfectly the color of her Rocawear Hoodie with matching pants. And the Prada sandals that adorned her lovely little feet, toes complete with a French manicure, were the same shade of copper as the frames of her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. She looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine, her hair in soft curls about her face and her pink Motorola Razor in the hand that wasn't holding her Gucci bag.

Perfectly manicured fingers quickly tapped out the contents of the text message she sent to her cousin, Vinnie. I kno ur here. Come help me. Plz. She had more luggage than was humanly possible, and honestly she had done her best not to bring that much. But there were 4 suitcases of clothes, two suitcases of suits, one suitcase of makeup and hair stuff and other female items, a small bag of jewelry and accessories, another suitcase full of purses, not to mention the personal items she had brought, books, music, photo albums. The trunk of the taxi was practically weighted down and the back seat wasn't exactly empty.

"He's on his way." Cissy said, flashing a smile at the Cab Driver who had started to unload her stuff onto the curb in front of the building. "Be careful with that." She was never one to refrain from chastising the hired help. A foot tapped impatiently on the pavement. He better be on his way soon. If not, how else was she going to... "Ooohh.. Hi there." A smile was cast in the direction of the cute boy who had done a double take while walking by. Maybe this place wasn't going to be so bad after all. He was a little young for her taste, but he looked naughty, very naughty, and she liked them like that.