Halcyon Halls

Who: Kim, Ray, Manny and Jax
When: Monday morning
Where: Manny's house; Salem, Massachusetts
What: Someone's coming home but not alone.

Kim couldn’t really explain it, but ever since she was out on break, she had been waking up earlier than she normally did. Meeting with Dove did sort of help her with sleeping better but this whole waking up early thing was not cool. She would try going back to sleep but would end up getting frustrated and give up. This morning was no exception. So instead of just sitting around and doing nothing until everyone else woke up, she decided to go out back and get some target practice in. Seemed like she was doing a hell of a lot of that lately.

She grabbed her archery case and slung it over her shoulder as she walked out of her room. Predictably, Ray’s door was still closed and he was most likely still asleep. It was way too early for him to be awake anyway. She headed down the stairs and was somewhat surprised to find Mrs. M in the kitchen cooking already. She should have known that she would be down there already. And there was no way she was letting Kim by without sitting down to eat something first. There was no use in arguing with her so she sat down at the kitchen table as Mrs. M piled waffles onto the plate in front of her. Mmm, Belgian waffles with cinnamon apples. Yum.

After she devoured a plate and a half of those amazing waffles, she was completely stuffed. Mrs. M simply laughed and said again how healthy and similar Kim and Ray’s appetites were. She didn’t think they were that similar. Sure, Kim had a pretty big appetite for a girl her size but Ray was an entirely different story. The boy could pack it in like there was no tomorrow. He could probably eat someone out of house and home after he had smoked a few.

When they both finished eating, Kim insisted on helping her wash the dishes. It was the least she could do after how amazing the Mansons had been with her and Ray. As she was rinsing off the last of the dishes, she found out why Mrs. M was fussing around in the kitchen a lot more than usual: Manny was coming home today. Kim had been wondering when he was going to show up. She felt a little weird being in his house with his family and him not being there so she was glad he was finally gonna be around. That and she was kinda looking forward to hanging out with him some more. Gahh, there goes the mini crush again. Hopefully there would be no blushing for the rest of the time they were in Salem. She had a feeling that his grandma would call her out on it if she were ever to see it.

The dishes were all washed and dried so Kim left Mrs. M to do her whole domestic thing in preparing for Manny’s arrival. She had never seen a mother so excited to see her son. Oh wait, she had. Kim and Ray’s mom was always excited to see their brown nosing eldest son. How sick. She shook her head free of any thoughts of her idiot family and walked out back where her targets were set up. Or maybe she should keep focusing on her mom, dad and idiot brother.. focusing their heads right in the center of her targets.

When: Night
Where: Heavan and Hell – Hell
Who: Narrative – Includes Manny, Ray and Jax

Spring fling, woohoo! Party fucking down and squeal like a cheerleader in excitement! Except not even a fucking little bit. Yeah funny fucking that Ray had no plans to show up at some bullshit school dance where teachers were going to be watching everyone’s move and the music was going to be lame. No a party wasn’t a party without a lot of booze and some real music. Yeah the little bitches in house of fire were trying so hard to convince him to show, sorry nice tits wasn’t incentive enough. Especially when hell had tits and had them displayed far more openly then some school party would

So the plan for tonight? Partying it up in hell. The only advantage to some school shit was that the club wouldn’t be so packed full of kids and posers. It was a party he was gracious enough to drag Manny along to and jugs. Though they really couldn’t leave the school without poking fun at the party for at least a bit. You know that whole two second stop by to fucking laugh before going on their merry ass way. They had better things to do besides dance under some fake ass stars to the beach boys or some shit.

Vale seemed to be taking advantage of the whole less people thing cause Hell was fucking thundering and the ladies were somehow in a state of even less dress then normal. Fucking points earned with Ray, boobs on display were never a bad thing. But amazingly enough eh hadn’t come there just for the tits and ass. No he was looking for the booze and lots of it.

Not a difficult thing to get in Hell. The waitresses knew Ray enough to know to just bring over some bottles and keep them coming as they ran out. Ray wasn’t any light way and though Manny was a total pansy ass, he could hold his liquor fairly well too. Not as well as Ray mind you but the boy tried. Jugs wasn’t bad either.

A few bottles lined the table and some added goodies had been passed around as well. Not like Ray couldn’t get his hands on more, he was in Hell. If he was thinking he’d pick some up anyways for others but really he wasn’t thinking about that sort of business tonight. He’d come around later in the week to restock that crap. Tonight it was more about a relax and have a good time sort of feel.

Or maybe that was a just get high and flying sort of night…shit that worked too.

They weren’t the only ones vetoing one party for another though. He recognized some others from the school and shit but no one he cared to go chat it up with or anything. Because Ray was such a damned chatty sort. Well he could be when fucking out of his head but…not the damned point. And he wasn’t that far gone yet but he was working on it.

Ray hung out with the two for awhile, bullshiting and all that sort of crap. But eventually he slipped away. Manny had his girl and Ray was about to go get a few of his own. Like he could deny playing in hell, was damn near a sin all in itself to not.

He’d met back up with the two sometime or another.

Who: Jax and Sam
Where: Outside school and the city
When: Monday @ 6
What: Birthday drinks with the sibling


Whoopdee fucking do. It was her birthday. Blah blah blah. Jax had never been one for celebrating birthdays. Well she did like the fact that when she went back home it would be a hell of a lot easier to buy cigs. Not that she'd had much of a problem procuring those carcinogens before hand. But hey, legal was legal. That and she needed some serious scratch lottery ticktes. But past that. It was just another year, another day. She hadn't ever really done the whole big ass Chucky Cheese apeshit birthday party scene.

Not about to start now.

But drinks she had agreed to. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she had. Jax... didn't have a fucking clue how she felt about her sister. Too many damn confusing signals that part of her just didn't want to deal with. There had been comfort in having a nice set opinion of her that had been backed by years of evidence as far as she was concerned. But nooooo... Sam had to go and confuse shit. Didn't make Jax happy. She didn't particularly want to engage in any self analysis that seemed to the case when it came to her sister. She had been happy to leave that life behind now she kept wondering about it.

What. the. fuck.

And speaking of what the fuck... why in the hell had Sam got her so much shit for her birthday?! Holy fuck. Jax was pretty fucking certain that it was more than she'd ever gotten cumulative. Where in the hell was she supposed to put it all and more importantly what in the fuck was she supposed to say about it. Thanks weren't all that easy for Jax. But she probably owed her that at the very least.

Next to that was the fact that she was going out for drinks with Sam. And not any fucking cosmopolitans or sex on the beaches. They were doing shots. No if's and's or but's about it. At the very least she wanted to get her sister good and toasted. That seemed the best possible thanks that Jax could come up with. Girl probably needed it.

So at just around six, cigarette tucked behind her ear, Jax made her way outside the school. Fuck yeah they were taking a cab down there. Screw walking. Chucks, jeans and hoodie... what a fucking surprise. But she was wearing the Dropkick Murphy's belt buckle.

Who: Jax and Sam
Where: City, some burger joint
When: Sunday, dinner time

Blah blah blah it was her sister's birthday. Yeah, she was supposed to care and maybe somewhere deep inside of her she gave half a shit that it was her sisters special day. But wait... this was Jax we were talking about and she was queen of not giving a shit. It was a well practiced skill of hers, had taken a lot of years to get to the point she was currently at. That point which seemed so very good at pissing her sister off and yes, that would probably even happen on Sam's birthday.

And in Jax's warped little brain it was somehow fitting that she finally had the ability to make her sister upset, make her feel frustrated by her inability to get the response from Jax that she wanted and somehow vindicated by all of it. After all that was exactly how Sam had made her feel for so many years of her life. Even if Jax wanted to forget it she could still remember trying to make both of them notice her, but it had never seemed to work. Maybe it hadn't been Sam's fault, more their mother's but when you were a kid and all you knew was that you were never going to be as good as your sister and that's what it took to get the affection you wanted... you didn't always develop the most rational view on it all. But in all reality, Jax knew she was being a little shit and sometimes it bothered her. But so much of the time she just couldn't understand why Sam expected things to just be up and different now. What the fuck had changed between them? Nothing. Nor not enough to make Jax just forget all those years.

Or maybe she was just a bitch. It was kind of a toss-up. Probably a little of column A and a little of column B.

Whatever the case, Jax had shown up for Sam's birthday dinner or whatever because she... didn't want to be that much of a bitch but past that she couldn't quite guarantee anything. She was already annoyed seeing all the stupid shit that had been left for her for her birthday. Blah blah blah she was great, shower her with gifts. Was she bitter? Maybe. Was it an ugly thing? Probably. Sue her. Or blow her. Whatever.

In deference to the whole situation, Jax wasn't showing up hella late, but she wasn't meeting her sister at the school, and she was wearing the boots that Sam had given her. Seemed good enough. She gave some thought to the whole thing. And she'd managed to find a cheap ass card at the place she'd picked up some more cigs, which she was currently chain smoking outside of the restaurant. One booted foot, pressed against the building like her shoulders were. She thought she was doing damn good considering half of her really didn't even want to be here. But there was always that tiny little part of her that didn't want to be as bitchy as she was. It never seemed to win out though. That wasn't likely to change now.

Time to get this shit over with.