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.

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
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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: 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: Everybody who's Anybody
Where: Beach
When: Late. That means after curfew pipsqueaks
What: Manny and Ray share a Birthday Bash. Awww

Cake, chips, special “birthday” brownies, booze, keg, um… special party favors, courtesy of Ray and his connections. All the makings of a kick ass birthday party. The only thing missing was streamers, Pin the Tail on the Donkey, and a pinata. Manny and Ray made due however. Instead of streamers they had strippers. Instead of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, they had Put the Rubber on the Hotdog, and in place of a oh wait, they actually did have a pinata, but it was filled with candy of a more illicit sort, along with the tamer kind. Sort of a surprise grab bag. Careful what you put in your mouth, you just might like it.

The two had gone down before dark to set it all up, seeing as neither could actually see in the dark as well as the light, even with those kick ass nocturnal eyes they were born with. At least Manny’s eyes were like that, could see great in the dark, he assumed Ray’s were too, much as that motherfucker liked the dark. That might have something to do with the law though, really.

Manny snickered at the sight of the cake. Ray had said it would be “special”, but yeah. “Niice.” He chuckled some more than tore into a bag of BBQ Chips. Yum! Course his mom would pitch a fit at Manny’s choice of supper. That wouldn’t be all! There were hotdogs and marshmallows and shit to poke in the fire for later. All that partying would be hungry work. Fuck.

The fire in fact, was going nicely now. Logs had been dragged around it in a circle. Off to the side the pair had set up coolers, a keg, a table they’d “borrowed” from the school with supplies draped all over it. The two resourceful hooligans had even remembered to snag a few blankets and towels. Hey, you never know at these things.

When: Afternoon
Where: Large Commons room near main entry way
Who: Ray and anyone crashing the gaming gathering

Ah the early ass time of two pm. For Ray it was feeling like still too damned early but with the promising of gaming in his near future he managed to roll his lazy ass out of the bed. That did include a full roll and a nice dull thud as he hit the ground and crawled his way over to where he’d dropped some shorts. Shower first, maybe then he could actually see straight. It was a lofty goal for the still buzzed dog but hey it was a damned start now wasn’t it? Better then Manny who was still passed the fuck out. Oh bet your ass he was getting a controller to the head when Ray got back. Payback was a bitch.

The weekend for Ray was a giant damn blur. Friday he’d slept through classes and right after them made his way down into the city. He lifted a few cds from a place and bought himself a damned killer bong from another place. His own was long gone; jail apparently hadn’t felt the need to give that back to him on his release. Fuckers. Course after grabbing some grub he hit up Hell for some jello wrestling watching. Course he’d gone looking at that. Hot babes rolling around in something sticky…what dude wasn’t going to take some time to look?

Lots of drinks, a damn lot of pills popped and his night was spent in a private room with some sweet ass fae with one hot ass and a love for biting. Was Ray’s sort of style, plus it didn’t hurt that each time he nipped he got a whole bunch of dust on his tongue. Yeah by the end of the night he was flying high. Not that he really had an end to the night. He passed out at a back booth for a bit but yeah from Friday to Saturday he was pretty much club bound.

Saturday was music and though Ray could be a picky bastard some of the bands weren’t all that bad. He went up into heaven to check out those bands for all of like thirty fucking seconds before moseying back on down to hell. A bit more his style, fancy fucking that one huh? Some killer tunes and good times. Ray ran into more then a few people he knew but hell if he probably remember half of it. Was pretty damn common for Ray to be long gone on the weekends.

Somehow or another he dragged his ass back to the school sometime near to five or six….least that’s what the numbers on the clock had looked like but for all he knew it could have been any damn time. He was near certain that the dragging part had included dragging Manny too but he wasn’t 100% on that one. Didn’t matter, both were crashed in the room all the damn same.

A good long shower to wake him up, a throw of some random shit to get Manny moving, the day was slowly moving. Ray threw on whatever shit was around and planned a stop to the cafeteria for some grub. He was god damned starving! Ravenous even. Pretty common after a weekend of not bothering to eat much of anything, he was far more concerned with the drinking.

He knew Manny would be bringing his ass around eventually. Ray let that rat bastard do what he wanted. All he did was grab up the gaming shit once he was done eating and lugged it all down to the commons room to get everything set up. No stop onto any computers or checking crap like that, hell if he cared about any of it. He had some gaming to get started and some egos to knock down a few levels.

About a half hour later everything was all set up. Ray had dragged in another tv from a commons room near by and was ready to get shit started. He didn’t even wait for people to show, hell if they didn’t he was still going to game. He started right into an online team slayer match on Halo 3.

When: Afternoon
Where: Commons room
Who: Ray and Manny

Aprils fools. Oh come on the two of them couldn't just let the day run away from them without doing something. It would cause hell to fucking freeze over and damn it there were just too many demons here that would be pissed off about that. So really they were doing everyone a favor by living up to April Fools reputation. Right? Yeah well the excuse worked for Ray and that’s all he fucking cared about really. Not that he was ever the sort to need an excuse. Excuses were needed for people that got caught and Ray had a knack for evading capture...yeah yeah he'd spent time in jail but he was fucking ratted out. That shit didn’t count.

So what exactly was the agenda? Well that was the real question. The pair had a long list of pranks they'd played on this day already. More then a few of them were played on each other and the rest were pranks to the rest of the kids that sort of were a group around those parts. Shit if you couldn’t laugh at stupid shit your friends did then you weren’t really living and sure as fuck weren't around friends. Taking life too seriously was not something Ray had plans to do.

Somehow though he'd made it through a class or two. Only one prank was played and the kid got a damned laugh out of the exploding textbook that had sprayed silly string and shaving cream all over him. Hell even the teacher had laughed at that one. Probably because of the face the guy made when that crap got in his mouth. If he hadn't screamed like a little bitch it wouldn't have. Technicalities there though.

The creative process was aided with a few pills and a joint or two up in the room. Ray had a few ideas, when didn’t he when it came to shit like this? Pranks were probably the only time that he put any damned effort into anything. Besides keeping his own ass out of the fire of course. But it was fucking worth the effort with some of the damned reactions they got. Some people got so fucking freaked out, was damned hilarious.

The crap that was done to make sure people lightened the hell up and had some fun. The two were smart though, they didn’t do anything TOO fucking out there. They were looking to have some laughs not have the administration on their ass for some bullshit. Na Ray already had a few people in mind too. There were a few that were just damned screaming for some pranking.

Grabbing up his hoodie Ray tucked some goods into his pockets and grabbed up all the crap on the list they'd made up earlier, and headed out of the room. He told Manny’s mom loving ass that he’d meet up with him in one of the commons rooms. They could get their ideas on the same page and get this good time rolling.

Why a commons room? Cause chances were if Ray’s ass didn’t have reason to get up and out of the room to meet with him that he’d just say fuck it and keep being a lazy ass for the rest of the day. What could he say? He loved being fucking lazy. Not as much as some other shit but it did rank pretty fucking high up there.

“Alright bitch either turn that porn up or finish up and turn it off so we can get this show on the road.”