Halcyon Halls

Who: Alice and Shoko
When: 7pm till ?
Where: A small hotel in town
What: Cute Japanese girls having cute fun yo!

Finally! The day that Alice had been looking forward to all week had finally came. It had been years since she had spent this kind of time with someone she felt comfortable with. She really did miss all those fun times from her childhood and as much as she missed her old friends, she was quickly starting to replace them with new ones. Maybe even betters ones.

As soon as Alice got done with her classes, she rushed back to her room to grab everything she had set aside for the night's entertainment. She decided to skip out on games club tonight and hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for it. It didn't seem like it was a mandatory thing to attend and if she did get in trouble, she'd deal. There were far better things for her to do tonight.

Alice had rented a room at a hotel in town for the night since she didn't want to be keeping anyone up with all the noise Shoko and her would be making and risk getting caught in a house she didn't belong in. Sure it was only another girl's room, but rules were rules and as silly as they were, they were made for a reason.

A list of activities for the night were playing a little dress up before finally getting into their pj's, a little bit of karaoke with sake since you couldn't karaoke without it and whatever else girls their age did. Alice had caught a taxi down to the hotel to prep the room and drop off all of her things shortly after classes were done and was back to meet Shoko in front of the school at the set time.

Who: Kin and Shoko
When: Late afternoon
Where: Wandering about in the hallways

For over and hour he has been sitting near one of the huge windows in the hallway. Sketch book and pencil in hand, waiting for something from nature to take him by surprise, but so far... Nothing happened. Maybe these couple few days weren't his. Funny though, that he was walking around in the clothing he used for painting, the dry bits here and there scratching his stomach as he walked. And yes, he couldn't stay at that window any longer. If nothing was coming to him, what was the point?

The end of the pencil was tapped against his jeans that were slowly fading from over washing; paint, it does the clothing good! Not really. But it really didn't bother him. There were some people who didn't like walking around in their painter clothing. He on the other hand, loved it.

When coming toward the cafeteria, it couldn't be helped to check if anything was there to nibble on. He really didn't need it, but if there were the sweets he loved so much, then yeah, he had to pick something up. That would be the only thing he'd allow himself to indulge with.

And guess what? They had those little pastries with the cream in the middle and chocolate icing on the top. He never knew what they were, but they tasted so, so good. Of course, being off in his own little world, while eating his pastry in the hallway, he wasn't looking where he was going. Walking around with your eyes closed and making little 'mmm' sounds wasn't the smart thing to do. Kin finally came to realize that when his sketchbook, as well as himself, fell to the floor. A shot a pain ran up his rear and his spine, causing a little gasp to escape.

"Dômo sumimasen!" He said quickly in japanese, over and over again. With his head as low as it could possibly go in the position he was in. The pastry was forgotten, and all he wanted was forgiveness, from whoever he bumped into.

Who: Alice, Jane and Shoko
When: A little after evening classes
Where: Around the town
What: Super happy excellent cute girls shopping ichiban fun time~!

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday! Also known as ‘hump day’ to some. The week was finally at its halfway point so that meant the weekend was just around the corner. Alice had nothing planned yet, but she was still looking forward to the break. Since she was one of those kids that got any homework out of the way instead of waiting for the last minute to do it, she’d have the whole weekend to do whatever she wanted. Maybe a trip to Hell would be in Alice’s near future. She did tell Vivian that she’d come down to pester her one of these days.

Right now though, she was propped in her signature knees up to chest position on a bench infront of the House of Fire. Of course she had her trusty psp out while she waited patiently for Jane and Shoko. She had arrived ten minutes early to the set meeting time, but she didn’t mind waiting. The humidity had let up for the day and she even contemplated walking into town with them since it felt so nice out.

Alice had been on the island for three days now and hadn’t even stepped foot outside of the school. She didn’t like the idea of wandering around by herself, but now that she had people to go exploring with, she was looking forward to doing so. It was always better to get lost with company anyway.

Since tomorrow was Independence Day and she was going to celebrate Tanabata Day early with Shoko, she had quite a bit of shopping planned on top of all the exploring she wanted to do. Hopefully her new friends would be able to keep up. They could always take a taxi back if they got too tired.

Who: Shoko and Kristi
Where: The beach.
When: Thursday evening.
What: Shoko and Kristi meet as they try to escape the heat.

Oh how much Shoko Okazaki hated summer. It usually put her in a horrible mood. This week, she has been staying in her air conditioned room but usually getting some fresh air at evening after dinner. On Thursday evening, it had been sunny which made the sunset look just that more pretty. The sky was filled with a variety of colors that were simply breath taking. Reds, oranges, pinks, blues.

Shoko watched this display right at the edge of the ocean with her butt on dry land but her feet right where the waves reached. Each time the water came in, it left sand slowly burying them. It was refreshing. She wore a yellow tank top and jean shorts. Her flip flops, she took off and placed them beside her on dry sand. She sucked on a blue popcicle she got from the cafe as she watched the show of nature. Her snack had the look of ice that began to melt then quickly re-froze. Shoko hardly ever had problems eating ice cream. She only had a problem if she didn't have it particularly near her for a while.

While her mouth looked rather blue, Shoko seemed practically mystified by the sunset. She wondered what it is life of the races who can't be out during this time. Like vampires. Do they remember their last sunset or sunrise that they enjoyed. She imagined the thought of sunrise frightened vampires greatly. Maybe she should ask a vampire the next time she'd get talking to one.

Then she thought of all the beautiful sunsets she saw before. She'd have to say the most beautiful ones tend to be in late summer and early fall. The leaves in the fall made the sunset always seem to glow with a haunting orange. It was like the countryside was lit on fire. While Shoko watched the show, she seemed to be oblivious to everything around her. Nope, she just continued to suck her treat calmly as she took in the slightly cool breeze that slipped off the ocean.

Who: Shoko and Rudra/Kenzie
Where: Some random hallway not to far from the cafeteria.
When: Monday after lunch.


It was nice to get a break from school. While it has been very quiet around the school, Shoko appreciated it. It was relaxing. She found she did miss certain people, like when Kissy pestered her for homework or Mair being utterly fascinated by the fact she is very cold or just the usual banter of a very interesting student body. Shoko took the time to catch up on reading and such. Oh, she was so behind! She bought a few on amazon but only regrettably cracked open a few.

She also admittedly found herself glued to social networking sites where she found her ex. Apparently, he was studying abroad in New York City. Everyday, she attempted to contact him but grew too shy to do so. Instead, she had fun with applications and chatting with Rie. She really liked the virtual kitten application and random fact of the day. So all in all, Shoko had been chillaxing all weekend. Nothing too exciting to report.

She got up late this particular morning. While she technically was up at nine, she lay in bed in that half asleep/half awake place. It was her stomach that beckoned her out of bed. It growled like a werewolf on the full moon and she was sure if she did not appease it, her stomach would act like a werewolf on the full moon and rampage through her entire body. Getting up, she showered and got dressed; a spaghetti string red tank top and a pair of cargo shorts, and headed for lunch. Oh well, no breakfast this morning. She got up too late!

While in the cafeteria, the ice demon ate her usual amount which was quite a lot. She had some pizza, one of her favorite foods, french fries, ice cream, and some fruit salad. While she ate by herself, she pocketed some food. This was mainly fruit like a couple oranges and a box of cheerios. After she had her fill, she left the cafeteria and began to head back to her room to finish one of the books she had.

She hummed to herself as she tossed an orange into the air but totally missed it as gravity took its course. As the piece of fruit hit the ground, Shoko cursed. Gravity: 1,208, 345, 000 Shoko: 0

Who: Easton and Shoko
Where: The beach
When: At night
What: Commiserating? East is miserable, for sure

He was starting to understand why alcoholism was such a raging disease; he couldn't speak for druggies, but that blissful nothingness you felt after having one too many was a pretty welcome sensation right about now. What Sam had told him, what she'd done and everything that it meant...all of that was too much to deal with. It was too much to ask him to feel the loss of everything he'd foolishly assumed that they would have. Then again, when you're madly in love with your best friend, the person you don't think would hurt you in a million years, perhaps being an idiot comes along with the territory. Easton certainly felt like a bloody wank about now; he'd been able to sense that attraction, the sexual tension between Kiernan and Sam from day one and still he'd said something when it was obvious (now) he should have just kept his mouth shut. Here he was a day later and he hadn't heard a word from Sam. He half hadn't expected to - she was free now, if it was Kiernan she wanted, she could go after him. If their positions had been reversed, there was no way he would have stayed away, stayed quiet this long. His apologies would have been never-ending, he'd be out there ready to do anything to prove to her how much he really did love her....cut the other person from his life, lose all ties with them, and focus entirely on Sam. Maybe their relationship was more one-sided then he'd thought.

Sitting on the beach in the dark, welcoming the cold wind that blew in off the water, Easton's thoughts took a rather depressing turn. It was in large part, he assumed, to the bottle of whiskey clasped in one hand, nearly half-way empty by now. Then there was the matter of that new little voice that had popped into his head, the one that kept reminding him of that knife dug into his back, unable or not wanting to let that hurt begin to heal over anytime soon. You did everything for her, gave her everything!, that little voice hollered, And what did you get in return? He shook his head against it, as if some physical movement might banish it from his brain, but it didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

He'd been boxing up the things Sam had left in his room, preparing them to leave for her the next day, when it had all hit him again. He'd been handling it as well as could be expected, still managing to attend class - save for Blades - and going about his daily routine. Feeling nothing, thinking about nothing but the classwork seemed to help keep him occupied. Sitting for too long with nothing to fill his time is when it would hit, when he would remember how much things had changed with one bloody full moon. He'd lost more than just the girl he'd always assumed he'd marry in all of this, he'd lost his best friend as well. He'd always told Sam nothing could tear them apart, but then he hadn't for a moment considered that she would ever cheat, especially not with someone she'd worked so hard to convince him was just a friend. And the worst part was that he believed her, he'd let go of whatever issues he'd had with Kiernan - or tried to - and chosen to trust Sam instead. And look where that had gotten him.

East raised the bottle to his lips again, took a long swallow as he watched the waves roll in, barely able to make out the white foam of their crests as they headed for shore. He savored that alcohol burn as it sank down his throat, settling int he pit of his stomach. He hoped they were fucking happy together. He hoped ripping his heart out and destroying everything between he and Sam had been worth it.

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: Open to all
Where: The East Pool and connected commons room
When: Saturday Evening into Night
What: Spring Fling

Leaving the Main Hall, one can turn left or right, either way, their path is through yet more sand. To the left they will find themselves shortly in the pool room decorated similarly to the main hall. Lawn chairs, tiki torches, palm trees, and again a room lit less by florescent, more by flame and “starlight”.

This particular pool is of course, the perfect choice for this type of party. The shallow end being only inches deep and the deepening so gradual as to give the appearance of a beach leading out to sea. Sand was packed all around and completely molded into the shallowest parts, so heavily that the bits being washed away only leave even more sand beneath. Clean up, they already know, is going to be hell.

Life guards will be on duty tonight to accommodate those less aquatically-inclined, but please do be aware of the water depth, the lack of lighting, and most especially, the amount of alcohol in that drink they called a Sex on The Beach.

When you're looking to relax away from the hustle and bustle of the party, you might want to curl up on a couch in the common room. Laid back and relaxing as always, the room has now been transformed into an island cabana, but a cabana with a large screen TV playing beach movies all night long.

Who: Shoko and anyone who wants to join in!
What: Shoko is hungry since it is around lunchtime. Who else is?
When: Week Five. Thursday. Lunchtime.
Where: Cafeteria

After a rather tense Defense Against Magic class, Shoko shook off the ice crystals out of her hair and gathered her things for a much needed break. Her stomach growled as it seemed to know it was food time, much like a dog can sense when a his dog food is being poured into his bowl. Humming to herself, she proceeded down the hallway singing in her head that it was time to eat! People around her seemed to be in a foul mood because of the gossip post but Shoko, although she did feel for those affected by it, tried to be cheerful regardless. She tried to ignore the snickering of some of the younger girls over her dress. So she looked to be a tomboy, maybe to some people a possible stereotypical lesbian, but Shoko just never understood the concept of dressing up and being feminine. On that Thursday, Shoko wore a Harvard t-shirt that was perhaps one size too big and just hung on her like it would hang on a hanger. Likewise, she wore a light, linen, red checkered button down shirt like a jacket. She liked to cover herself up just because while she wouldn't freeze anyone instantly, she was paranoid it could shock someone if they felt her skin. This shirt was also perhaps a size too big. For her trousers, Shoko wore a pair of cargo pants and on her feet, she wore a pair of hunter green clogs. She liked her shoes even though some people found them an eye sore and it caused her to trip sometimes. She wore her hair down with a black headband to hold her bangs back.

Finally, Shoko made it to her destination. Clutching her growling gut, she looked at the menu for the day. After tapping her chin in thought humming outloud she finally clapped her hands together and exclaimed, perhaps a little too loud, "Sou ka! Pizza!" She could never get sick of pizza. Of course, she preferred it cold. Usually she had to just blow on it and it would be perfect. After she got her slice and some french fries, she nodded her head in thanks to the cafeteria worker. After that, she got some milk in a glass, ice, espresso from the coffee station, and chocolate sauce from the ice cream station. What she planned to make was an iced mocha, her favorite drink. One of her friends from Harvard who worked at Starbuck's taught her how to make one. Shoko liked the cherry flavoring but she had to make due with what is presented to her at the cafeteria. As she stood with her tray at the coffee station, she had her espresso, milk, and ice in her cup. Now, she just needed to add the most important ingredient, chocolate. Unfortunately, there seemed only to be a little bit of syrup left. She shook it, nothing came out. She shook the bottle harder. Still, nothing came out. Cursing in Japanese, she unscrewed the top and shook and squeezed it again quite violently. The chocolate did come out that time. The only thing was not only did it make it into the cup, but all over her tray and bits landed on her shirt and cheek. For a moment, Shoko froze in position. Oh no. A few people around her snickered. A few tears came to Shoko's eyes since she did not appreciate being laughed at. Sighing, she calmly wiped her cheek with a napkin.