Halcyon Halls

Who: Grey and Micah
Where: Between Heaven and Hell; private side-lounge
When: Just after 10PM
What: A meeting long delayed

The lounge had been aired and cleaned before the night rush had begun. Now it stank of the fetid cigarette smoke that refused to fully vent out from the constant smoking. There had been a large party in there previously, but Grey had sent them out. He had business to attend to.

Somewhere in Heaven and Hell, Micah was waiting. He knew he would show up. All he had to do, after all this time, was send a cryptic note and his nose led him. Some might expect a lot of planning went into this deal, but in reality it had taken minutes. The Full Moon was such an obviously exploitive event and something you learned about real quickly on the island. He'd borrowed a pen from the bartender and a card from the club, scribbled two words and the first letter of his name and handed it off to kNock for delivery.

Been Waiting. -G

The card said the room didn't open until 8PM. After nightfall. When a ton of shit wouldn't go between there and the school. Once Micah was there he let him marinate for some hours. This shit ran on Grey's time and not the other way around. That was an essential part of the Hustle, things ran on your time. He'd run into Jasper on his time. He called this meeting with Micah on his time.

The room had no windows and modernist eastern-european design modern retro black leather and chrome couches. Grey sat in a swivel seat in the middle of the room. The back high enough and his slouch so pronounced he couldn't be seen over the back, but for the sprawl of his legs. He was facing the door at a three-quarter angle, shot of Jaeger on the shining black table next to him, as Micah came in the door.

A shit-eating grin. "Micah! Howareya?"

Who: Grey and Jaida
Where: Heaven and Hell (private room)
When: Saturday evening
What: He can't say no to a pair of legs.

The beginning of every weekend, which started for him on Thursday, had the same conversation. Buddy and/or slave, do we really want to go out? We go to the same fuckin' club every weekend. Yeah, you're right. We ain't gonna do anythin' good here anyway. Birds aren't going to just come to me. Oh ya, they might! har har har

Francis was off somewhere, probably wandered down to Hell. Grey could probably guess at some of the shit he was doing, but didn't want to. He was just fine with his 'vanilla' attempts at fun and sex. He spent very little time thinking about what made Francis tick. As long as he did what was asked, that was good enough for Grey. Well, that and he was easy to manipulate and generally made his life easier.

Right now he was sprawled on a plush couch in one of the smaller private rooms, the music a bit muffled. He'd overdone it on Friday night and was still feeling it to today. Thus far he was taking a lighter time with drinking and saving his sole personal joint for later. There had been a few deals and some cash resting nicely in his pocket. Grey let his legs ease out under the glass-top coffee table and looked out through the two-way mirror to the floor below, watching as people mingled by.

His associate, not actually a friend, was some bland man whose name started with a J (and thought it meant they were friends because that's all Grey called him) was blathering on about something. Cars. Grey grunted. He somehow knew a lot of people, liked to spread the word around. Probably thought that'd get him a discount. Those didn't exist with Grey, if you were paying less money he was going to take his price from you in some other way.

"J, man, check out that broad." Her hair had initially caught his attention in a not wholly positive way. But even he couldn't deny the way her sparkling blue dress hugged her. It was kind of warm in the private room, he'd discarded his jacket, she'd probably take that awful zebra thing off. Regardless of what he thought of that, she had on those high heels he liked. Grey really liked a woman who got really prettied up. He'd even gone goth a couple of times for the right girl, although slowly tried to ease them away from the white makeup or whatnot.

"See if y'can get her up here. We need some broads, bro." This J character was probably over 50 but liked to talk like he belonged in a bad surfer movie. At any rate, it worked, because he agreed and left without being too annoying. Grey sat in his dark jeans, smirking a little as he made his way out of the room. If he came back with the girl, he'd have to point out the room's occupacy limit was 2. At least while Grey was there.

When: Night
Where: Heaven and Hell - Hell
Who: Vale and Grey

Vale was aware of some new arrivals to the island. He was even aware of some of the slippery ties they held. Just because he was not a snake involved in the game didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the pieces being moved around him. Far too risky to not, he didn’t seek to step on any wrong toes after all. Plus there was always a profit to be made from chaos and paranoia…it increased the sales of drugs for one. And two…gave people the desire to rush out and find something else to occupy their thoughts. The club was more then a decent distraction.

He figured it was only a matter of time before certain individuals came a knocking at his door. There were a few he’d been watching, a few others he’d been playing with already. Val was such a needy creature, so starved for attention…why not indulge from time to time? Of course she was well aware of the rules of his game, so few truly but when it came to those tied to certain others…some lines had need to be made clear.

Tonight was like so many other nights for Vale. After classes he’d seen to a few things and headed down to hell, taking his own car for the trip. He had many really, all of varying designs and advantages. It was a short trip for a man like him and when he walked in he was greeted with kisses to the cheek and eager woman so set to welcome him back for the night. What man could turn away from all that? Certainly not Vale…at least not for awhile.

He played…though even he had some business sense and knew that there were other aspects to running a club that he had need to take care of before the night was over.

A few drinks with regulars, meetings with staff of the club to see how everything was going and if there was any news that he was in dire need to be informed of. But the day had gone rather smoothly, a bit slow of course but that was to be expected for a Wednesday afternoon. Though even the weekday morning hours did not leave the club vacant of patrons. There was always something going on at the club.

Through Heaven Vale slithered and soon enough he found himself within hell, a place far more his home then anywhere else. Nothing quite beat the rhythmic beating that flowed through the ground or the high heats that pressed upon his form. The blood, the sighs, the screams and the moans…who couldn’t appreciate so much that tantalized the senses?

He said his hellos but Vale didn’t linger within hell for long. No eventually he made his way back to his office where he would spend the next few hours catching up on work. Then he could lounge within the club till the sun finally broke over the night and began another day.

All the workers within hell knew where the snake demon was should any ask for him. They knew Vale didn’t truly mind…if he was doing anything that required no interruptions they were all informed of it before hand.

Or could hear that it was a bad time to go about interrupting…

Who: Grey and Jasper
Where: Outside Halcyon main building, alcove.
When: Late-afternoon (dusk)
What: Reunited and it feels so fine

There was a lull in the thunderstorms and Grey wanted a smoke. Giving to Ada had been a fine move, he was getting some decent business. Some little rat was bound to be pissed. Grey saddled along in his black boots, Diesel Jeans, classic white t, and black leather jacket. There was a strong growth of stubble across his face. He hadn't found time to buy razors again yet.

Popping a cigarette into his mouth, he stuffed his lighter down further in his pocket. Yeah, so, he'd been there two weeks and it was high time he got some shit out of the way. It wasn't like Jasper was that hard to find, people followed similar routines and he'd found out part of his. There had just been the matter of time, the right opportunity for a 'chance' encounter.

Walking almost silently behind him, Grey was sure to attract his notice when he was a few yards from him. He got himself ready to act completely neutral when they first made eye contact. You could give yourself way in the smallest fucking way. The kid hadn't grown that big, but sometimes people here had some freakish powers. He wanted to know how everyone died, cuz he didn't think this kid could do it.

"'Ey, y'got a light?" He asked casually around his cigarette as he kept walking closer at a slow, neutral pace. Just interested, man.

Who: Ada and Grey
Where: Hell
When: Saturday night, after Ada's set

The set had been awesome. The energy of having a band with her, even if it was a makeshift set-up with a brand new bassist and a session-player drummer who had a very tenuous grasp on the songs, had felt amazing while she was up there. She'd put more effort into her performance than she had in a long time, really pouring her soul into it. During the up-tempo numbers, her hair had been flying as she moved, her voice revealing the true emotion of the songs she sang--at least the ones they played of hers. She sang of fucked up relationships, of heartbreak, of getting even and getting out. Things she knew all too well.

After the set she'd said sayonara to the band, paid the drummer who had done a kick-ass job, considering, and made her way to the bar. Performing usually gave her more energy, but tonight she just felt drained and wanted nothing more than to just sit at the bar and down a few strong drinks while she listened to the rest of the music. Hell, she thought she might even slip out early and call it a night. Not like she had anyone to meet up with. She pushed her way to the bar and slid onto an empty stool. Most of them were vacant since the crowd was standing and cheering for the next musician, and a bartender in black leather came up to take her order. "Jack and coke, light on the coke," she said, setting down a few bills when the woman came back with her order, still a little darker than she'd wanted but it would do.

She had polished off two of the drinks and was half-turned toward the stage, hands wrapped around the empty glass as she gazed with less interest than usual at the performers. It wasn't that they were bad; they were actually pretty good. She was just too busy brooding. She'd seen Starbuck there while she'd played, and it had almost caused her to miss the beginning of a song. She'd been looking to see if Kat was with him, and after she saw that he wasn't accompanied by the younger blonde, she had just looked at him for a moment until a cymbal crash brought her back to reality. She made it a point not to look at him again during the show. And now she was thinking about him again, how badly she had fucked up on Thursday with Charlie and the drugs, also thinking about how much she had wanted a line backstage before she went out. But she hadn't wanted Starbuck to see her high. Did he have to creep into everything? Usually a great show meant a good time, but that didn't seem to be the case tonight. She sighed and tried to focus on the music.

Who: Grey and Frankie
Where: Side/back entrance to Halcyon
When: Thursday, dusk.
OOCNote: The school has no smoking ban, but Grey doesn't know. Sorry for any confusion!

Fucking inside smoking ban. It wasn't getting any warmer yet and Grey liked the warmer seasons. One of his pipe dreams was to get one of those ultra-modern houses by the Ocean with those walls of huge windows looking out at the water. He'd wake up under Egyptian Cotton sheets every day.

Instead of in some shitty school, smoking cheap cigarettes in his brown leather bomber, sitting on a stone wall like he was a kid. He was wearing worn black boots with newer Diesel jeans and a DKNY white t-shirt. His hair was a little wild, but fuck it. It gave him an untamed appearance that some chicks found irresistible.

This place was just like the streets. He didn't stick out too much, but could catch an eye if he said the right things. Kinda a little harder with all these crazy beautiful people walking around shooting fire out of their dicks and looking into your mind. The Man thought he'd do fine enough here and, since he was getting paid, it was worth being there. It was almost like a free ride. He got fed, warm place to sleep without rent. Lots of broads walking around.

Hel-lo. Who was this cutie walking by? She was a little younger than he usually liked them, but it wasn't like that sexy something was crawling on him right now. Besides, he was supposed to meet people. "'Ey, y'got the time?" He asked, his accent cutting out whole sounds from words. It was something that was easily corrected, but it was entirely part of his character.