Halcyon Halls

Who: Charlie, Nell, & Blake
When: Thursday evening, after sunset
Where: slightly away from the main action, but still in view of the fireworks over the beach

Charlie was kinda craving some good barbecue and all the fixins that came with it, but he wasn't feeling terribly social. Besides, while Cassius was normally a very well-behaved dog, Charlie didn't think it was wise to tempt him with the smell of grilled food. The leash, while not always a necessity, definitely had to be attached tonight, and the second it was hooked onto the collar, Cassius seemed to realize he was expected to be on his best behavior. Poor pup.

Charlie needed to behave as well. He hoped he wouldn't spot Caibre or Kat, because while he'd promised Davia he'd leave the two alone, he didn't know that he'd keep his promise if he saw them. It was best if he just avoided any sort of run-in.

Wrapping the leash around his hand after throwing on a thick black hoodie, jeans, and his boots, Charlie left his room and headed out for a leisurely stroll toward the beach. He was aiming for the area that was more rocky. Sand wasn't really his thing tonight. Neither was company, but he'd said he'd meet up with the twins, and he wasn't gonna go back on that. Hopefully they'd find him though, because he wasn't about to go searching for the two of them among the crowd that had already gathered near the shore. Instead, he kept his distance, plopping down on a large, sharp edged rock, patting it for Cassius to climb up and join him.

The dog's nose was working overtime, smelling the sea, lots of people, and of course... food. But Charlie had pocketed some biscuits along with his keys and phone, so he offered one up from time to time, keeping the boxer moderately satisfied. "Sorry, dude, but I can't let you go over there and raid the grill. Sucks, I know, but they might make you go back inside, and neither of us want that." Cassius munched on his treat before letting his head fall into Charlie's lap, resting there. Charlie looked out at the water, waiting for the show to begin, scratching Cassius' ears all the while.

Who: James and Open
When: Afternoon
Where: The Streets of the City

When he was in the common room, or anywhere where Natalia might see him, James did a good job of looking dejected, hurt, and all the other things that she knew would tear her heart out to see in him. The truth of the matter was, however, that he was fine. Sure, he wanted her back because she was his and no one else's, but he wasn't exactly in a hurry to get her back. He may as well enjoy himself in the meantime and, the longer he avoided her and didn't pursue her, the more upset she would be, and the more worried about him she would be. And eventually, he had faith that she would come to him willingly and give him what he wanted. He just had to be careful about what she saw.

But here, when he was safely away from her, walking about the city, exploring, as Cassandra had suggested, to see what they had, he seemed perfectly fine. The bruise on his cheek had healed perfectly well and he was just as handsome as ever in his designer jeans, black boots, and white button up that was left unbuttoned nearly a third of the way. He skipped the tie today, sleeves of the shirt rolled up and the bottom left untucked. His hair, of course, was perfectly styled, and he had just shaved right before leaving the dorm. His nails were freshly manicured, of course, perfect, clean and neat.

Most of the women that he passed turned to take a second look, a few even letting out sounds of appreciation for his handsome physique. There were even a few men that couldn't help but to stare, either envious of how good he looked or turned on by him their own selves. He didn't care to know which. He wasn't a cake boy, after all. He liked women and only women in spite of the fact that he had as much if not more taste in attire and appearance then the most flaming of gay men.

Pausing to check his profile in the window of a nearby shop, he adjusted his shades upon his nose. He was glad it was starting to warm up finally. He much preferred the heat of summer over the cold of winter, naturally. He gave his body a bit of a stretch before he proceeded, mostly just window shopping, nothing of interest having caught his attention just yet.

Who: Everyone who received an invite, and their guest (Check Wes' page, if you're not sure about an invite.)
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: Thursday Night
What: Shop Warming party, and small gig

There was a goal here. After living in Vegas, having been to so many bitchin' parties, your standards for them rose. The normal, punch, and cookies, with a shit ass dj, lurking in some corner, wouldn't cut it here. Hell no. The goal, was to make this party, just as fucking killer, as any party he'd been to in Vegas. To make those parties jealous even. With the help of his friends, and brothers, it seemed as if that was going to happen. All the elements were in place, now it would be down to those in attendance, to make the most of it. Wes was sure of one thing, he was going to have an amazing time, there would be no stopping that.

The Spooks had been a huge help, in their time on the island. While Wes tended to his classes, they took care of setting up for the party. Doing little things here, and there. Anyone who came into the shop after that Monday, would notice that certain things were off. It was all in preparation. Now, it was ready, everything was good. A bar had been constructed against on the walls. Bottles, upon bottles were either stacked beneath it, or on the packing crate shelves they had built last Monday. Wes had been told that there was more than enough liquor... he was starting to question whether it was enough. Also available at the bar, one would find certain goodies upon request. That was one good thing, about knowing drug dealers. They made excellent party guest. Aside from the bar, another sofa had been added to the sitting area, similar to the one all ready occupying the space, but not nearly as detailed.
( Let the fun begin. )

Who: Nell and OPEN
Where: The Garage Tavern
Why: Because there’s no way she’d go to Heaven and Hell.
When: Friday Night

The idea of going out into the town by herself had been passing through the back of her mind most of the week. She had never been one for the club scene either. From what she had gathered that was were most of the people from that school went and it did not bother her one bit to avoid the great majority of them. Still in this place there really were not all that many places to choose from. If she had been back home there would have been place upon place to go to. There was even one where one of the tenders knew her name, thanks to one of Blake’s concerts. But this island was nowhere near being New York.

But Nell was resourceful and was not afraid of a walk in the night around the town. Even with supernaturals crawling around, they could hardly be more dangerous than the average mugger. True they were more powerful but Nell knew for a fact that her powers did work when she felt threatened and she would not have to put thought into using them. It was the control that she was trying to have now, not that she found any of the possible classes to choose from being very pertinent. Still, she could train herself. And it would not have to be in private completely either. Her powers were not dangerous, after all.

Lucky for Nell her walk would not turn out to be for naught but fresh air. With the word tavern in the name it was either a bar of some sort or one of those restaurants that tried to pass off as a bar. Either way it suited Nell’s purposes just fine from what it looked like. Walking inside she was pleasantly surprised that it was not completely packed. There was enough room to move around and the bar did not seem to be too busy. Getting the tender’s attention was not too hard and since the bar seemed to be used to supernaturals, her height was not a question like it would have been in some places back home.

Her drink came up quickly and she managed to locate herself a booth near the corner to hole up. Setting her beer on the table she pulled out her current project, a deck of playing cards. At the moment she was trying to figure out which was harder to alter, color or shape. While her powers were just illusions, what people saw was very real to them. Nell was becoming very aware of just how much people of any kind relied on their eyes. If she was going to have this power she might as well try to control it. Illusions were something that could come in handy.

Pulling out the aces, she laid them out in a row in front of her, one of each shape and two of each color. Focusing in on the center two, the ace of diamonds and the ace of spades, she tried to make them both black. She was still starting out with this whole process but at the moment touch seemed to help her focus. Placing a finger on each card, she tried to bend the ace of spades to be red. Slowly, as if the spade had just started to swell with blood, the color melted into it and she was sitting there looking at a red ace of spades. Smiling ever so slightly, she released her focus and it returned to normal.

One had to start small and build up. She knew she was capable of bigger things, much bigger things. But those had all been created on adrenaline, though she had never really thought they had actually happened back when they did. But she was going to control this, no matter what it took. If anything illusion would be very lucrative later in life. There were a lot of benefits to learning this.

And now, to make them both diamonds.

Who: Nell and Micah
When: Friday Evening after class
Where: Front of the school and off to the shop.

Since coming to this place Nell had avoided going out. Blake had several times she was sure, but she preferred to stay at the school and get things done. It had been a long time since she had ever had homework and it took a considerable amount of time to do, really. But there was no real avoiding the need to get a new string for her guitar. Sure that one boy had offered but Nell despised just being handed things. It was not a situation that she liked to be in.

So that was what let her to standing at the front entrance of the school after classes were done. She had remembered to bring an umbrella with her at least and frankly she had been surprised that the two of them owned an umbrella. Still it was a lot warmer here than it would be in New York this time of year, so a little rain did not bother her. In fact she wondered just how warm it would get, considering it was only April. While she was used to sometimes sweltering heat in the city, she knew there were places that got much hotter. To tell the truth she preferred it cold.

If she had a watch she would have looked down at it to see if she had been waiting all that long. In truth she probably had not been standing there too long but the look of outside was hardly inviting. But she had walked through worst back home so there was no stopping her. She wanted that string, it was painful not being able to play if even just to pass time for a bit. A little rain was not going to deter Nell Nan.

As for the lightning she did not worry too much about that either. Chances were this boy would be taller than her anyway, so if it did for some reason strike and did not hit a building or a tree it would hit him before her. That was not an entirely kind thought but Nell did not mind the clashes of light in the sky. It had calmed down a bit at the very least.