Halcyon Halls

Who: kNock and Kissy
What: A Date! Dinner and Dancing
Where: Pyrrhus to start (or as Kissy calls it pieazarra), and then on to Heaven
When: Seven sharp



Two classes and one club. That was all the imp currently shared with the object of his desire. There might have been more, had the fae not been taking classes about glamour and flying. Knock had no excuse for taking any of those. Instead he took Painting and Combat, both of which intense concentration would be considered good, not "creepy". Besides, in painting and dance he could ask Kissy's advice and show appreciation for her creativity. In combat he was sure to spot her, and to catch her before she fell. Not that she was doing much falling, as graceful as she was.

And anyone who noticed the intense way the imp watched the fae would have have no reason to question that he did so out of a desire to learn or else to help her.

Tonight however, it was her time to help him. Knock was not kidding about not being a skilled dancer. So why was he even in the dance club? Well that much was obvious, at least to him. Hopefully not to anyone else. Though honestly, he was aware that his motive might be transparent to any other male in the club. Though those others as week in dance as himself would be just as guilty, joining for the same reason. The girls.

Nothing wrong with that really.

Besides, as he'd hoped, Kissy was only too happy to help him with his footwork. If all went according to plan, eventually she'd be just as eager to help him out with his hand work, and anything else he asked of her.

A few minutes before seven he arrived inside Zephir House. Any who saw him step out of the shadows and into the Common room just assumed someone had let him in. They were right of course, but that someone was him. It was his typical mode of travel and Knock never let on that he was not supposed to be exactly where he was. Rarely did anyone ever question. Attitude really was everything. He waited in silence, looking about the room as though he'd never seen it before, while always keeping a watchful eye toward the stairway just beyond the room entrance.

Not that there was any real need to look so hard. All he had need to do was to smell the air. He did this too... naturally. And the fae of course, did not disappoint. Did she ever?

Who: Kissy, the Brawling Faerie Princess vs. Jesse, the Teen Wolf with an attitude (all letters look more ferocious when they are in flames. Set them on fire...in your mind)
When: Thursday, Combat Class
Where: Outside somewhere when they should be sparring. Uh, physically, not verbally
What: Oh No He Didn't! (neck swivel)

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Wolf Who Can't Make Up His Mind and Has to be Mean to Other People About it.
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You could see it in the way she walked and the way she stood in the classroom. Kissy had dutifully ignored Jesse up until this point. She had given him his space, after all, he totally had some mental issues he clearly had to sort through and that was not a game that miss Chevelle was about to be playing with no teenage boy. But today, it was war. She had seen what he had said in the journals and while it hadn't been directly insulting, that plus the unfair ignoring of her made her think he had been ess-talking her for a while.

And she was not happy. Her hair was up in this bouncy version of a french twist with a mass of curls coming out the back. The shorts were pink satin with white stripes. Her nike white and pink sneaks. White tanktop with pink sports bra. Pink lipgloss. Attitude running up and down her face. Halcyon had not yet seen Kissy truly angry. It was a fearsome sight to behold. Or rather, she thought it should be, but so far no one seemed particularly perturbed.

Especially since she'd told every single person with a working ear who was not named Jesse "questioning" whateverhislastnamewas about what he said and what she didn't say and how he was acting shady and how theyd randomly been friends and how he approached her and she didnt even try like, gunning for him to be her gay or whatever. But here they both were and he was acting like a total jerk. And they'd been rotating partners. Or at least, Kissy had been rotating partners.

But not as much as she went to the bathroom. The one place Mr. H dare not tread. She told him she had a small bladder and her dust made her get dehydrated easily. Some show sipping and she got little breaks every twenty minutes. Not that she needed them, but it usually involved talking to someone. Imagine her annoyance when no one else was in there to gossip with and, instead, she came face to face with the LAST person in Halcyon she wanted to see. (With the notable exception of that were-ostrich, possibly hiding in whatever corner of hell it came from)

They made eye contact. Kissy's eyes narrowed, her neck cocked, her hand went to her hip. She was backlit by the fluorescent light of the girl's bathroom from the open door. If her pink sweatband, halfway up her arm, could glint dangerously, it would have. Kissy waited a beat and, in true Kissy fashion, her mouth opened up before her mind started operating again. "Are you gonna say somethin to me?" Like one of those air-screechers you twirled in the air, her voice somehow got an edge when her mouth turned in a circle. Along with the rest of her head.

Who: Rain and Kissy
Where: Zephyr, then the kitchen
When: early evening
What: Rain prepares bait for the mantrap ;)

So far, Rain was completely thrilled by Halcyon. It was on an island, in some ways so similar to the place she'd lived all her life, but different. This was a place where no one knew her, a place where she could be free from the tragedy that hung like a dark cloud over the Haughton name. People seemed friendly; at least, everyone she'd talked to both in person and on the journals had been. She could build her own shiny world here, be anyone she wanted to be. Herself, without anyone else's influence.

She'd gotten all her things unpacked in between posting comments in her journal, and her room was organized just the way she liked it. The special blanket she'd referred to, a soft cashmere fleece throw imprinted with a pattern of stars, was draped over the end of her bed, her window was open with the sheer curtains she'd hung billowing slightly in the breeze, and her closet and dresser drawers were color coordinated. She was a bit of a neat freak, which often surprised people who only knew her by the friendly, bubbly persona she showed most of the world.

Rain had also unearthed from her luggage the bags of chocolate and peanut-butter chips she'd packed; her favorite cookie recipe was a top priority, and she hadn't wanted to wait until she'd have the chance to go to a store on the island and get some. She figured the kitchen would have the rest of the ingredients, but she couldn't necessarily count on them having the chips she liked to use. She put them, along with her room key and her cell phone, in a mesh bag that hooked over both shoulders and headed downstairs, casual in denim cutoffs with butterflies on the back pockets, a scoop-necked sky blue t-shirt, thong sandals and long earrings.

Even when Rain was dressed casually, she put thought into costume and accessories. You never knew who you might run into, was her policy. She believed in putting her best foot forward at all times.

She reached the bottom fourth of the staircase, her long clear-polished nails trailing over the banister, and then impulsively jumped the rest of the way... nearly landing on someone who was rounding the corner. "I'm sorry!" she blurted, appalled and yet unable to resist laughing about it anyway.

Who: Kissy and Manny
Where: Cambridge, MA
When: Afternoon
What: Imagine, Kissy and Manny shopping at the same places and eating in the same restaraunts and never quite running into one another until now.

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The Faerie Princess
in
Whatchudoin hea, Wulf!
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Her majesty, the Princess, had returned to her faire kingdom of Boston, MA, had reconvened with her court: Cecelia, Suzette, Xiomara, LaTorna, and Jaceinthe. They were a gaggle of New England girls gone wild. It was the misfortune of a vintage store owner between central and cambridge square to have fallen into their path. They swooped in like a swarm of locusts over slightly worn and sun-faded leopard print jackets from the early 90's.

It was so good to be back with her girls again. They buzzed with their machine-gun fire chatter, everyone of them speaking at once and to each other. Kissy had felt a little weird at Halcyon. When you walked and talked with someone they actually waited until after you were finished speaking to start talking. Then, if you started talking before they were done they, like, stopped. The rule was that you both kept talking louder. At least, that's how Kissy understood it. Not like her family was much help, those typical Boston tactics worked to her advantage with the usually packed house.

Hell, they had seven guests alone not including her, her parents, and her innia. "I love that unyu!" Kissy yelled, her phone blaring Flo Rida loudly as she tried to squeeze her way out of the store. "Nuh-uh! I got shots onnit!" She yelled back. "Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! Whatevah! I gotchoo! I gotchoo! Alright!" The store was so tight that by the time she made it out the door the force of the crowd, made entirely by her own friends, practically shot her out.

Kissy clamored into the tiny entryway. The stores had been carved out of the bottom floor of an old Colonial. The second floor was probably storage. The entryway was low and barely fit two people. On either side was a door. Her side was the vintage store and the other was some record shop that specialized in bands with periods and dots in the name or whatever. "Hello? HELLO!? HAAAAALLLLOOOO! I can't hear you! What? WHAT! I can't hear you! Bye! Byeeee! Okay! I can't hear youuu! Byeeeee! I SAID BYEEEEE!"

Her mother. Again. She didn't know why she was still calling when they all had that big talk about how she was more responsible and grown up and they didn't need to check up on her every two seconds. The flying thing helped. They thought it was like, the ultimate escape route. But hello, she was wearing a skirt and didn't need everyone knowing she was wearing her Wednesday Paul Frank briefs on a Monday. But at least she looked fly. Navy blue knee-skirt with argyle ankle socks and pink chucks. Houndstooth fitted jacket with Roca Wear tooth charm on extra long gold chain over Old Navy fashion tee.

But today she was wearing her brand new "Kissy" earrings in fabulous bamboo hoops with gold lettering and inset rhinestones. To show them off she'd twisted her hair into an updo with an explosion of curls near her face. Seafoam eyeliner and pink high gloss lipliner. Yeah, she was still the little high fashion plate of the group. "MOM I CAN'T HEAR YOU STILL, YOU'RE IN A TUNNEL!" Phone again!

When: After last class
Where: Random Corridor
Who: kNock and Kissy
What: A long overdue meeting.

Francis Knock: Back alley Henchman, Man Friday, Go to Guy… innocuous student. The imp was many things, to different people. What he was, what he intended to be, to this little girl, this faerie creature, was something far different than what he was to Grey or Sergio. Though from the outside looking in, it might not truly seem so different. He would sip from her shoe as quickly as licking the underside of Sergio’s.

It had taken a while (everything worthwhile usually did), but she had eventually taken notice. With her head in the clouds as it often was however, he’d had to resort to near drastic measures, unfortunately. Nothing too over the top, but it had been a risk the imp didn’t often like to take for his own benefit, even if he sometimes could not help himself. It hadn’t unfortunately however, played out exactly as he’d envisioned, Kissy after all, being fae, and a talented dancer, was far too graceful to fall into his arms. Instead, she caught herself, but not before reaching out and brushing against him. It was so subtle surely no one else had noticed how he’d moved his seat just slightly into her path. KNock hated drawing attention to himself, but… desperate measures as they say.

After that Kissy had made a point of noticing him. She smiled then, every time she saw him. She waved as often as she could, without scattering all of her belongings on the floor. Never mind that when she believed him to be someone named Harry. She didn’t see him even half the time that he was around however. KNock more often then not was in the shadows, and often behind the bubbly fae. In this manner, he’d accrued quite a collection of barrettes, earring, and other girly baubles.

Today, she had yet to notice him, and kNock might actually have been content in just continuing on as he always did, quietly gathering small bits of memorabilia to add to his accumulation. But she was losing too much, and things of value and importance. Maybe she’d even be grateful to him. Of course she would. And she’d show her appreciation in the most wonderful ways.

He smiled… Her sweet scent always made him smile… and tapped her on the shoulder. “You’ve lost a few things.” He said, turning his hands up to show her what he’d gathered in her wake.

Who: Kissy and Shoko
Where: Halcyon Halls to Kissy's room
When: just before the dreaded nightfall
What: Full Moons freak Kissy out. There has got to be a were-ostrich out there somewhere waiting to try and eat her hair!

"Charlie!" God help her, Ophelia was gone. Her roommate was gone. Her typing, toenail-painting, desperately-in-need-of-a-makeover roommate and (to her) friend was gone. As was her swords and knowledge of using one. Maybe a sword wouldn't do much to someone and she would never wish someone physically hurt, but it made Kissy feel secure. She made it into a joke, but it was the absolute truth; animals that were not domesticated were a valid danger to Kissy. Yet another reason why she was a city type of girl.

Now it was the Full Moon and her expected rendesvouz had not worked out. With all the stress associated with the event, one would assume that Kissy would plan appropriately for it. NOT If the apocalypse was arriving and its thwarting depended on her good planning, she would probably give up and start inadequately planning a going away party. Instead she was stuck in the halls with possibly, like, in danger of changing guards and students or floating ghost were animal thingies or...Anything!

"Charlieeeee!" She kept calling, but she didn't turn around and Kissy was getting out of breath from running and dragging her heavy bookbag. Stupid end of term forcing her to give up those important moments (read: days) of heavy denial and catch-up work. Maybe Charlie had her headphones in? When did she get that new haircut? She assumed it was her. The dark hair. The slight figure. The lack of fashion sense.

When she finally caught up to her she knabbed her shoulder to stop her while she caught her breath. Maybe she'd have more breath if she hadn't answered her cell phone and argued with her cousin about which of their mutual cousins had a birthday next week. And then stopped to text her friend Heather back and raced to catch back up. But she'd made it, even if it involved her alternately running and yelling and texting halfway across the school.

The impending sense of doom bloomed as the girl turned around and wasn't Charlie. Kissy Chevelle: Winner.

Who: Kissy and Davia
Where: Library
When: some magical time called AFTER CLASSES
What: Davia learns something about the predator becoming the prey when Kissy needs a victim friendly person to stave off boredom.

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Quiet Huntress
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School was absolute, unabashed torture. Kissy was determined enough to tell herself she was determined enough to study and pass all her classes. It wasn't impossible, just painful. Thankfully, she wasn't as dumb as she acted, it just made it a lot easier when she didn't try to do well when people didn't expect her to do well.

But her mother and father promised she could take a lighter load and what she wanted the next semester if she passed all her classes. As time went on they were lightening up, probably because they saw that she had gone and, despite some crying fits of homesickness, was going to stick around. Her mother wasn't even crying until they hung up when she called now!

Although they were planning on coming to visit and she didn't know how that was going to go. Her room was a mess and literally did not have space to put everything. Ugh! Now she was thinking about cleaning while she was supposed to be studying. She peeked over her shoulder to see what the girl behind her was doing. Had to be easier than what she was. And maybe she could finally explain to her what a 'mole' was. This was chemistry, not animology or, like, something!

"Hey! Do you know anything about science?" Kissy asked, pushing her chair back and leaning in it until the wood back touched the edge of the table. She looked straight into her eyes and smiled, giving her scent a good uptake. You couldn't hate a girl that smelled this good! "Ooo, cute doodles. Is that Brad Pitt?" A distraction! Thank you faerie gods for blessing your daughter!

Who: KSSY N VALE
Where: LOL she dun rilly kno
When: Aftr classs DUH hes a teach lmao he wuldnt let her skip :( :(
What: Sum1 w/ $$ prolly hates vlae ROFLMAO

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The Faerie Princess
in
Not All that Glitters isn't a Snake
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The End?

Poor "S". He should have planned his call so that he wouldn't have actually caught Kissy. Little did he know how quickly she answered her phone and how, even faster, she could come up with excuses to excuse herself from class time. Sorry! It was her advisor's assistant and she needed to totally take the call. Then it was like, hi S, let's discuss the minutae of every conversation we've ever had. How long have you worked for Vale? Do you like it there? Do you have kids? Then somehow he must have thrown the actual details of his call out onto the line in some bizarre element called SILENCE or a PAUSE and possibly pretended the music was too loud and he could no longer hear her.

Because they totally used the soundsystem at like, 11AM on a Monday morning. It seemed weird to her, but like, they probably had to do a sound test and she really liked the song. So she'd stayed on the line until he actually hung up the phone, but totally made a mental note for later to ask him what it was. Then realized she had his number on her ID. When she texted him and it didn't come back returned she totally figured he had texting capability which was like, SUCH a relief.

Like, Ophee had totally said something about a new guide and she should check and blah blah blah, but Kissy liked Vale, or S, or both of them, or just liked leaving them messages, but she was totally keeping things like they were. It wasn't like she needed that much attention, right?

Anyway, she couldn't believe it. She was going on like, her first formal date and it was with a TEACHER!!! How totally embarrassing. She told her dad it was like, an orientation meeting or something and put on a cute top with a sort of floral design on black with white and vibrant, cool colors and a super cute blue linen knee-length skirt w ith some open-toed slingbacks. Not like it was that warm, but Ophee's toenail jobs required some showing off. Her hair was totally still holding the strong tease from the dance and was held in a Whitney throwback head scarf from like, the 80's. A little sparkle eyeshadow and caramel-colored (and flavored!) lip gloss and she was so set.

She stood in front of the school for the second monday in a row looking like a bunch of dollars. And texting at breakneck speed. There were at least a half dozen teenage girls demanding updates by the minute via text message.

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: Heaven
When: Friday Night
What: Charity Date Auction


Eva was something beyond excited. It fluttered about her with nervous energy. If she were out in the open water no doubt there would have been small eddies forming around her in response to the energy she gave off with each and every breath as she hurried about Heaven getting all the last finishing touches done on her crowning achievement. Eva had done her fair share of party planning over the years at Halcyon, she loved being in the mix helping set a mood. And let's face it the girl loved a party... especially a theme party.

But this was something more. It was something that had been entirely her idea. Born of... who the hell knew where but it did put together all her favorite things. Flirting, dating, runway shows, Heaven... the list really could go on. Even in her egotistical glory Eva knew that she couldn't have completed this event without the girls that had volunteered to help out. Taylor, Sam and Frankie had been fantastic, picking up on all the things that Eva was horrible at... you know like the practical aspects of the whole event.

The night had a beach theme as was befitting the charity chosen for the evening and Eva couldn't have been happier. Heaven had been decked out, Vale's assistant proved to be more than helpful at helping her organize the decorations and getting the staff to help out. A runway had been constructed with a podium at the back where Eva planned to do her auctioning from. Tropical plants lined the runway for the dates to strut their stuff along. Eva was almost jealous that she wasn't doing any strutting herself and with the outfit she'd donned for the night... she felt like she could. Perhaps not traditionally beach themed but it was a swimming suit... of sorts and as the auctioneer she thought she needed to glam it up and set herself a part a little.

But when didn't Eva think she needed to set herself a part from the crowd.

Eva exchanged a few last words with the bartenders for the night, making sure that mai tais and other tropical drinks were the order for the night. She wove her way through the tables that had been set up a bit aside from the runway, brightly colored umbrellas over them to add to the theme. She ensured that there was plenty of food ready for people attending and finally she made sure that man at the door was ready to take the $10 dollar cover charge. It was for a charity after all!

Now all she had to do was make sure that the meat er... the dates were ready for their big night!

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Who: Jesse, Kissy, and anyone else who wants to scene.
Where: Cafeteria
When: Noonish
What: Everyone has to eat, even recently turned homosexual 15 year olds.


It has been an odd day for Jesse Holmes but surprisingly, he seemed to be adapting quite well. Even though the jokes made him a bit uneasy, he felt himself accepting himself. After all, he saw himself as one cool person. It was the affect of the spell of course. The curse included vanity. Most people, especially when they grew up in a testosterone-ridden family, would not be so accepting of their status, at least right away. Now, at noon, Jesse had been threatened to be beaten up by a few males and his teacher of Supernatural History was shocked by his honesty when he said that his eyes were open but his mind was closed.

Now, it was time for lunch and Jesse was hungry. The cafeteria had the usual lunchtime rush! As he walked into the cafeteria, he walked with such grace that some may call him "flaming". It was quite obvious he was wearing concealer and he knew it. But he had to cover up his acne somehow! He desperately needed to go shopping and that was one of the items on the list. Glancing the menu, he wondered out loud, "I love my meat! That's for sure! But the grease on the grill will probably make my acne worse. I probably should stick to a salad. Maybe some classic PB&J." Finally, he decided on a BLT and some ice tea. It crossed his mind that chamomile tea might be nice but laughed to himself over the stereotype. When it came to the dessert case, Jesse sighed, "Oh, I reaaaallly want some chocolate cake but I'm just asking for a pizza face for the dance."

When: Late afternoon/Early Night
Where: Out front of the School
Who: Kissy and Taylor

Classes were dull today. Typically Taylor was rather engaged in the whole learning process but today it all seemed rather…droning. Voices sort of blended together and she found herself reading the same sentence over and over and over again in her books. It was not a day that could be called productive in the least when it came to school work for Taylor but that happened every now and again. Little sleep, too many thoughts, busy busy…whatever the reason Taylor just didn’t have much desire to be all eager student. Thankfully Taylor wasn’t behind in work at all really so one day of being not even half there wasn’t really going to set her all that far back.

Amazingly enough she didn’t decide to skip any of the classes though. She stayed till the last one and then headed back to her room for a quick change before planning to head out again. She had plans with Kissy, dress shopping! It was difficult to say no to that and Taylor could certainly use some more retail therapy. She actually had a dress picked out for the dance but she wasn’t going to object to taking a peek at some more. Never know, might run across the most perfect one while she wasn’t even expecting to get anything for herself. Her main goal was, though, to get Kissy looking like a star for the dance.

On the way to the room she sent a text to Kissy, just confirming that they were still set and everything. Thankfully they were…Taylor didn’t exactly feel like hanging around her empty room again today. Taylor was certain that something was going on with her sister. Distant, unresponsive, it wasn’t like her. Taylor was determined to get to the bottom of it but she wasn’t going to put off the rest of her plans or anything because of it either. No she’d hunt for Dylan once she got back.

She was looking forward to this get together of course. It included shopping which always was a good thing for Taylor and of course, Kissy was pretty entertaining. The girl spoke a mile a minute and had hundreds of stories to tell…lucky for Taylor she was good at keeping up with those speed talkers.

Most people would wait in the main hall for someone with the misty rain falling like it was. Taylor however, didn’t mind the slight rain. It was actually comforting to her. Taylor was not a girl you’d ever find with an umbrella. She didn’t mind at all the rain messing up her hair or anything else, it was always worth it. Okay…maybe not on the way to an interview or something but 99.9% of the time it was.

Taylor was casual tonight, dressed for some major store shopping. Jeans were her choice for the night, paired with a white shirt and black jacket with a hood up over her head for the moment. Though it did little good with how her face was tipped up towards the rain, letting the misty droplets settle on her skin.

She was a little early but a cab was already parked near by Taylor, waiting along with the elemental for the other girl to arrive. Taylor wasn’t in a big rush though, she was sure any second Kissy was going to come barreling out the front doors though. The thought already made Tay smirk a bit. You had to appreciate that sort of energy.

Who: The Triple C Extreeeeeeemmmmeeeeee! and someguynamedari
Where: Destination: Dance Fantasy! Or one of the smaller dance studios for practice. (not that there are a ton or anything)
When: Tuesday. Two parsecs after dinner or something
What: Elves vs. Faeries in a colossal battle that is guaranteed to expose flesh and end in a cacaphony of sparkles...or whatever.

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Grumpy Elf
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Chapter 1

Maybe she didn't have a Rhythm Nation's worth of dancers, but Kissy had a strong Solid Gold Dancers troupe. She would fine tune their amateur moves into a powerful force of neck rolls and hip struts even if it cost her untold pain and misery! Thus far she had broken a nail; disaster already threatened to end production. But disaster didn't plan for her iron will. Disaster paled at the sight of her serious Adidas baby blue sweat headband that had totally come back and was number 1 for keeping stray hairs out of her face.

Disaster had a new enemy: Nichelle Cheri Chevelle. Faerie. Bad Mamma Jamma.

Today, Seargent Slaughter she would train a new recruit to her cause. Not even the guard's refusal to let her roller skate would pale her vision. She would first finely hone each individual soldier into an untouchable killing force real top models air guitar champions a solid dancer before this semester's big dance show or she'd go on alone! Currently, she had absolutely no idea how she'd pull this off, but like the ability to play the violin, she assumed it would just come to her one day if she thought about thinking about it long enough.

She arrived at the dance studio five minutes late, wearing her headband, matching sweatband, lip gloss, eyeliner, this cute little necklace on a gold chain with heart shaped charm in this cute little pink marble effect with a tie-around blue satin top over a black tank top with a baby blue Nike swoosh and small black athletic shorts with blue stripes which sucked SO hard because it was totally cold. Tiny ankle socks peeped over the top of her White Adidas shell-toes with matching color accents. With so much crap in similar colors she could totally bust out the matching outfits.

"Are you ready to rock?" She asked with much flair and enthusiasm as soon as she walked in. Fittingly, no rock music or actual rocking was involved in this dance routine. But it was the attitude she was looking for. Kissy bounded in and threw her bag down. "Whoo!" Rule number: Enthuse the troops. "Yeah!"

Who: Kssy n MR. HECKATUM
Where: IRONICALLYHELLONEARTH flyinck lass
When: 2sday
What: ldis r pimps 2

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Demon of Mid-Morning
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Chapter 2

Kissy had sucked that hapless girl into her world of gossip in moments. Wide-eyed, it was fifteen minutes before she had even caught her up to speed in between text messages to her cousin Morgana (name!barf) and her boyfriend drama. Then the bomb came. He was totally half-demon/faerie and told her that as an excuse when her friend Elrida used her pixy powers to totally breathe underwater and catch him at the beach with this girl who told everyone she was a siren but everyone totally knew she just had some harpy blood and she wouldn't fess up and saw them kissing but he told her that he knew Elrida was watching and so just wanted to catch her spying but then Elrida's sister's boyfriend's uncle knew her boyfriend's cousin's best friend and they said that it was a total family secret that he was so SLEEPING WITH HIS STEP-BROTHER and the illusion was some spell to make sure like other people and not her found out because why would they know that harpy girl who was so dumb anyway and OH MY GOD his step-brother is totally married with kids and it was so scandalous.

So you can imagine how long it took Kissy and the girl to text message that entire script to just about everyone they knew AND include further clarifying details upon request. AGES. In the realms of girly temptation, Kissy was a whirlwind, a flurry of punches and kicks that out-fu'd Axel's greatest moves. He was a dragon so tiny that he was practically iguana and a princess so big...er, with HAIR so big he had no chance of reaching her.

Her hair wasn't totally big today, but had suffered from the previous day's teasing by just refusing to be manageable today. Kissy solved this problem by rolling a colorful scarf into a headband and then using a hairtye to give herself a cute, if messy side ponytail. Then there was her black calf-length leggings with lace accent at the bottom (aero-dynamic!) and an extra-long turquoise tanktop dress with a tighter, shorter black tanktop underneath it. Some white skimmers with little blue flying pigs across it and a black belt to give her dress a waistline. It had taken her ten minutes to choose earrings (ten minutes she was supposed to be in her first class, incidentally) and had finally found the second matching button earring in a random purse. And some modesty shorts. Not because she planned on flying or anything, but just in case. Sometimes she couldn't resist the urge to cartwheel if provoked enough and she had learned the no modesty shorts lessons the HARD way. (and no, not what you're thinking way, but in the wedgie way!)

Now she was firmly planted next to yesterday's new friend and animately talking about all the new details...of which there were none. But everyone's reactions to the situation had to be analyzed down to the Nth degree and finer points rehashed to the point of liquefication. Kissy did a pretty good job at avoiding him at the beginning of class. She got out of the changing room at like, the last possible minute. Then fussed with her hair tie. THEN she had to warm up, then she and the other girl were like 'working together' which mostly involved looking like they were doing something when really, more of the above.

Eventually, however, thedragon hewhoblotsthesun teachergonemade Mr. Hecatomb's cold, dark shadow crept upon her again. Would our princess evade his maniacal clutches yet again today? Could the power of good triumph against...vaguely-and-most-likely-subjectively-unpleasant once again!? While Kissy felt fear as she turned around again, she put her best foot, er, scent forward. Today it was a classic: warm apple pie. She would find his weakness eventually! Her new strategy was to keep changing it until she found something he really liked and then they could discuss. That had to be good for at least five days. AT LEAST.

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The Faerie Princess
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The Season of Dance
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Chapter 23042304

Dance Class. Wednesday. The long, narrow room was lined along one side by a large wall of mirrors. Kissy's exposed back faced it. Only in dance class or a theme party would she dare to wear this outfit otherwise. She had been preparing for this very occassion for an entire three weeks. One of her mother's big bargaining chips was the Dance Club at Halcyon, dance being one of the few things Kissy stayed dedicated to and still had fun with.

It wasn't like cooking, when it caught her fancy. Or any of the little trends. When she heard music. She had to dance. They had the music. Here was their chance. The spirit of Debbie Deb was with her, things would be alright.

Tight white tank top with pink hearts screenprinted on the right strap. Her bra was white and lacy (and covering!), it could be seen through the thin fabric. Pink sateen Adidas running shorts. Black Red Sox cap with pink logo. White tube socks up to the knee. White Adidas with clear stripes. Hair teased and tied in two huge poufs just under the brim of her cap on either side. Bright pink lipstick. Eyeliner.

First she had to say a few words about her dance. "Um, hi everybody!" Kissy waved, a little nervous for once in front of everyone. It was just that they were all looking at her now and she felt like she had nothing to say. "So, um, I'm dancing to, uh, Cawell or something. I don't know, my cousin totally sent it to me." Her laugh was fading before it even got out of her mouth. She was falling fast! "Anyway, it's a litte, uh, urban inspired. I'm looking for dancers with experience and not for, like, an interpretive piece using the, um, central...aspect...of, um, the urban inspiration." It sounded more like a question than a statement, but people didn't look too confused. Whatever, she signalled that they start her music. She was better at doing than describing anyway.

Her music started.

Kissy wasted no time getting into it. She planned on having some like, intro or whatever, but would work with whoever she got. As a newbie to the whole club, she had no idea if anyone would join her dance number, but she was prepared to go alone if she had to. Her dance routine was filled with break-dancing, pop-and-locking, urban-modern style and some plain old sassy moves she'd improvised from watching music videos for most of her life. There was a definite Janet vibe to some of them. Outside of dance club, most people didn't know that Kissy had an actual talent. She wasn't a prodigy, but to most people she was rather impressive. If it had been an option for her, professional dance training wasn't out of the question with some intense practice.

When the three minutes was up she bowed down to some applause, breathing hard. "E-mail me!" She declared, feeling a little more confident. There were sign-up lists, but she wanted to personalize her invitation to share in the wonderment of the dance!

Who: Kissy and Axel
When: Flying Class (mid-morning)
Where: Flying Class

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The Faerie Princess
and
The Demon of Mid-Morning
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Chapter 1.5

Last Week. Disaster. Kissy had arrived all sparkle fresh, perfecting her M&M cookie smell in morning class (where she got in trouble for asking people to identify what she smelled like). If she had played it off, she thought, she could start all over again with the new teacher and somehow eke it through the rest of the semester. Between the class and her family it was like a rock and a hard place.

But it had been horrible. Even Tuesday when she'd brought actual cookies he'd just given them to other people. Kissy had been going on and on about how horrible the class was for her. All of Axel's bellowing. The way his eyes glinted a little red when he looked at her and how he dominated the light of the sun when he was near her. He was so huge and hulking. Someday his hair was going to set on fire FOR SERIOUS.

So she'd had to pull out a little bit. Just the tiniest, itty bittest flying. Like, a little spurt, then she had to make a big show of looking soooo tired (and scared). Every weekday mid-morning was a ball of anxiety for her. She worried about going to the class, she worried when she left it about the next day. With every passing class, she was sure she was going to ralph (eww!) one of these days.

Imagine then, her trepidation upon stepping up to the enclosed flying class area. She swore he had gotten bigger over the weekend. Did demons inflate with passing seasons? She didn't know. It was possible. Her plan was to wear shirts cut down the back to bring her wings into play. Just practicing her wing-work! she'd say whenever he came close.

There she was, beating her tiny wings like a champion. Her ankle got cold as he came near, his huge shadow trapping the chill of the coldest months within them. His presence carried pure dread! Augh! She was flapping so fast and smelt and tasted so sweet, anyone near her got a strong whiff of pastry. It was so fitting, because she was totally cooked! "Just practicing my wingwork!" She announced, trying to sound peppy and motivated as she could feel him getting nearer. Go wings! go!

Who: All sorts of people
When: April 5th, Friday night
Where: The city, Heaven and Hell (specifically Hell)
What: JELLO WRESTLING!
((OOC: Sorry for the late start to the thread!))

What to wear, what to wear. Frankie shifted from her right foot to her left and then back again, the pattern repeating as she stood in front of her closet, trying to figure out what she would wear tonight. Sadly, jello wrestling would probably be best suited for a swimsuit. She only owned one, and it had never been worn in the water. The most action it ever got was on family vacations to secluded areas where no one would see a girl with wings running around. She didn't swim, not only because of the obvious reason of having freakish flaps attached to her back, but also because she hated water. Short, hot showers were it for her. Thankfully, jello was semi-solid, which was really the only thing that made it a tolerable substance for play time. She prayed it wouldn't melt too much, get too 'liquidy', or she'd just have to forfeit and bail. Frankie didn't do water. Period.

She was losing focus. Back to the clothing choices. Well, she could go with her red running shorts and a tight white tanktop... that could work. Or, she could just go for the bikini. The skimpy, pale pink number looked great on her, and she was wanting to show off some skin now that she was able. Give Grey and Clove both something to lust over. For Grey, it was sort of a reward for the things he had done RIGHT last night (she was willing to forgive him splashing her with water). But for Clove, it was almost like punishment... her way of saying 'look what you're missing out on, punk!' That pretty much made up her mind. Bikini!

Slipping into it, Frankie threw on some yoga pants and a tank top. She also put on a thick and fuzzy hoodie. The clothes would keep her warm for the trip to the club, and hopefully help her warm up after her wrestling match. She also decided to bring a towel.

Now, what to do with her hair, and should she wear makeup? Hmm... tricky. As Frankie considered it, she really wished she had some tequila. Dammit, making decisions like this was so much easier with booze! There was the practical side of her that said there was no point to wearing makeup and doing her hair, because it was just going to look a mess once she got in the jello pit. But, who knew how long she'd be walking around for everyone to see BEFORE that?! Yeah, she'd have to make sure she looked cute. Damn.

It didn't take long to get gussied up. She styled her hair down, her golden curls falling lightly over her shoulders. Her eyes were smokey, and she put on a nice sheer lip gloss to make her lips look kissable. As she looked at her reflection, she mused that she now KNEW what it meant to be kissed. It made her smile ear to ear and think about last night.

Augh, losing focus again! Ok, finish getting ready. She did so quickly, and with one last look at herself, grabbed her towel and headed out to hail a cab. It was a relatively short ride to the club, and her informal attire was accepted when she reached the entrance, because she told the bouncer she would be stripping off all but her tiny bikini once she got inside the warm building. The bulky man gave Frankie a long, slow look up and down, smiling wickedly, making Frankie feel violated. But, she forced herself to smile in return and even wink at the guy (who smelled like onions, yuck!). A second later, he let her pass, and she made her way down to the bowels of the club.

Hell was really something to behold. She liked it a great deal. It was packed with warm bodies, creating a delicious heat that she craved. Frankie immediately peeled off her hoodie and tank top, letting her wings get a good stretch as she made her way over to the jello pit set up, as promised, by the club's owner, Vale.

Who: Kissy and Rufus
Where: Halcyon Hall...ways!
When: Wednesday afternoon

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The Faerie Princess and the Tiger
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Chapter 1

There was something about Math class that made Kissy want to scrub her brains afterwards. It had to be the Math part of the entire process, because the sitting and doodling part really wasn't that bad. Sometimes she got too distracted in class though. Her professor informed her that she was the only student, in the history of Math teaching, that had to be marked off a piont for him having to point out that "Mrs. Efron" was not part of her equation.

High school had been SO much easier. Maybe a little cheating ahd been involved every once in a great while, but it was totally in fair exchange to other people so it was just, like, good karma. Right? And one of her teachers was always on her for like, color coordinating each day. Like, okay, yeah, she took the time to get dressed each morning, but, like, she totally had to. It wasn't like she woke up and had to write an essay so she wouldn't get arrested. If she went without dressing it would just mean she'd have to, like, shave more diligently and like, in shapes and stuff. Which, like, eww!

Her weekend was only two days away. Two days. The weekday's path of hot coals was almost over and she could see Sweet, Sweet Valhalla just ahead in sparkling, neon letters. What would she do? What would she wear? It was getting warmer, so maybe she'd pull out a dress. Already she had on one of her mini-skirts with flannel leggings and her brown/blue plaid DG boots with the little wedge. She even busted out the matching jacket with the matching fur-lined hood. It was the only positive to the colder weather.

Speaking of needing warmer weather. Guitar, rock star red hair, long, sort of insular attitude. Kissy spied with her little eye...Rufus! Mentally, she ticked off another name on her list of people to meet. His association with Adam had brought him down a run or two, but his nerd love had re-established himself. Never one to hesitate, Kissy excersized her vocal cords to good effect: "Rufus!" Loud and squeaky, a voice to fit its master! Kissy was smiling and waving a little maniacally. Having her little wedges on meant she was only 10 or so inches shorter than Rufus. "Ru! Fi! OOOOH!" Call it a moment of inspiration.

When: Later Afternoon
Where: Outside hedge garden
Who: Jasper and Kissy

Rain made most students at Halcyon go racing inside to hide from it; at least it did for those that weren’t water lovers. Jasper happened to be in that gray area. He wasn’t a water creature but he didn’t mind the rain or the cold that much. He found it relaxing actually, that steady patter of the rain hitting the ground over and over again. It didn’t always make for ideal reading conditions when he was outside but Jasper always found a way. Today that way was pretty obvious, being that he was sitting on a bench in one of the schools gardens that had a roof like covering. Normally his method of choice was finding a large tree to shield himself by, that would probably happen later. For right now he was almost done with his book so he didn’t wander too far out if he was just going to have to come all the way back to go find himself another book.

The day so far had been as it always seemed to be for Jasper. He went to his classes, sitting far into the back as to be out of sight and out of mind. He listened to the teachers speak as he read ahead in the books and finished assignments not even really assigned yet. Classes never went quite fast enough for Jasper, none really challenged him in the way he wanted to be. But he never complained and he still went despite the fact that he had all the course information memorized. Most of his teachers knew how Jasper was though and never approached him for reading other books in class or seemingly not doing the same work as everyone else. Some even tried to give him more work and advanced readings but Jasper still breezed through it all.

That was why he was so often found as he was right now. Sitting somewhere with a pile of books next to him, most of which were in varied states of being finished. One book was rarely enough and he liked the variety of being able to learn more on one topic one day and another the next. It never stopped him from speeding through them though, that was why he only had the one book left that he was currently absorbed in despite the fact that his backpack was loaded down with books that probably weighed more then he did.

A cigarette was perched at his lips as was so common with Jasper. His pack was tucked into his pocket; the lighter was in his hand idly being rolled back and forth in his hand as he read. He wasn’t exactly the sort that could be called fidgety but that slightly nervous energy tended to need an outlet and constantly having something to move around like the lighter or cigarette helped with that. He got crap for it from people at times, but he never seemed to let it phase him. He knew why people didn’t like it, but he knew why he smoked too. They didn’t have to see eye to eye on the topic and he never argued it. He knew it was pointless. Plus he simply didn’t like to argue.

He was absorbed in the book but not so much that he didn’t notice sounds or movements around him that seemed to counter the faint tranquility of the rain falling. Steps made him glance up briefly, his free hand falling to the book to mark the sentence he’d left off on. He didn’t expect to see anyone he knew, most of the time it was just a grounds keeper passing by or students in a rush to get somewhere and avoid as much of the rain as they could.

When he did recognize the person though he offered up a light smile.

Who: Kissy and Mair
Where: The nebulous rift between love and love lost (about one hundred yards from the school outside)
When: Monday afternoon

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Where had she gone wrong? Her black skirt fluttered around one of the many pairs of footless black tights in her drawer. Ankles as cold as her broken heart before they popped into black adidas classics with white stripes. Even her hoodie was a somber dusty pink. And, okay, the skirt was black with white flowers on it, but it was totally representing the depths of her pain.

Kissy stood by, mourning where she and Adam once stood, happy together. Somehow, someway, a cruel black creature possibly covered in soot and with bad teeth had stepped between she and Adam. Love like theirs was fragile and pure, like a glass-blown ornament. A scent so fragile that heavy smoke would wash it away in acrid waves. Who was this nefarious skank who stole him away with magic and possibly a well-timed roofie?

Whoever she was, she had bested the beautiful faerie princes. Who now mourned her lost, misbegotten prince. She remembered this rock where he like...sat down and tried to pose. And that tree! Where she stood and totally posed. And that piece of grass where she...might...have possibly, like...stood or whatever. Well, chances were good one of them passed over it, so it was special. Oh Adam, she thought, clutching the fabric by her heart, then remembering her heart was on the left and switching sides, it totally shouldn't be this hard to find a boyfriend.

Maybe she had flyaway hair and didn't notice. Ohmigawd, or what if she had a booger from when she like, sneezed after looking at the sun? Fate was both fickle and cruel to treat her this way. She cursed the sun, her cold morning waffles, and most especially that demon-best Montana or Jamaica or Dallas or whatever-her-name was! In a fit of emotion, Kissy tore up his phone number and threw it on the ground into some mud. It totally would have been more satisfying if he had given it to her instead of getting it third-hand. At least, she heard from a reliable source that was his number. Or maybe she'd written it in her journal?

When she thought about it more, his number had more 5's in it, she thought. Ugh! Stamping her foot, Kissy was totally sure this was all Indiana...opolis...ia's fault. She was totally ruining Kissy's life! And now it was raining. Or like, just on her ankle. Either that or something unfamiliar and furry was licking her.

"Eeek!"