Vivian Quinn Roth-Laurent (creed_of_flight) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-04-23 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jaida, vivian |
Week Eight: Friday
Who: Jaida, and Vivian
Where: Vivian's room
When: After classes
What: A movie night with some possible confessing in the mix.
When the invitation to go out for drinks had at first risen, Vivian had every intention to say no. The only time she planned to venture outside of the school, was so that she could work Saturday night. The rest of the time, she remained hidden away with in the ancient walls of Halcyon. Now, not even they felt safe. When she began to think about it, the idea of Jaida venturing out to the club, with someone else perhaps, made her rather nervous. It wasn't a jealousy issue, unlike Charlie, Vivian didn't mind sharing at all, but rather more one of concern. If Henry had dipped into her mind, he likely knew of Jaida, and Vivian feared that he might return to the club, looking for her, and stumble upon her darling sidekick. That, could not happen. So, she had come up with the plan to have them stay in this night. Drink a bit, watch a few films, normally she would expect more, but she wasn't sure if her mood would shift enough to allow her to truly relax.
Ever since Jaida had asked her, whether something was up, she had attempted to be more conscious of her actions. She likely seemed distant the previous morning, where she normally spoke to both Jaida, and Charlie in their early morning class, she had been so swept up in thought, that she hadn't paid either much attention. It had been the same for all of her classes. The time in between, she had rushed back to her dorm, constantly checking over her shoulder, for any sign of something that seemed off. Someone watching her, someone whom she might not normally noticed. But there was nothing. Everything was completely normal, aside for this huge paranoid feeling she was now having.
One heightened, when Wes broke the news of Henry's hire to the school. It completely perplexed her mind. Whoever this friend of his was, obviously praised him enough, so that he was able to weasel his way into the school. Perhaps she should have been more open about what had happened between them? Maybe if she had told her guide, instead of trying to just lock it away, this wouldn't have happened. Fuck, only Charlie knew the whole story, and now she regretted telling him. He could be the link for all she knew. Truth was, she barely knew the guy, and he was a vampire. That was enough to send up a little red flag. Or, there was even Wes, he had been acting strange this week as well... fuck. Just as she was truly starting to trust people, the devil had to show up, and make her doubt every relationship she had began. Jaida, though... she just knew she could trust her.
After offering Charlie a fleeting, half-hearted wave, as she left Bloodlust, Vivian quickly made her way through the halls. Dark eyes moved rapidly through the crowd, casting upon everyone with suspicion. The sooner she reached her dorm, the better. It wasn't long before the dorm room door was being pushed open, before she tossed her bag onto her bed. How much access to the castle, would the grounds keeper have, she wondered. It almost seemed as if his job was to lurk about the school. Fucking perfect position for him, that's what he did best. Vivian sank down to the floor, before her television, shifting through her modest collection of Dvd's, trying to think of anything but the Englishman. Besides, she wanted to seem as normal as possible tonight. Once a few selections had been made. She quickly changed out of her faded Kiss t-shirt, she threw on a red tank top, then tide a bandana over her short hair. It was getting to a length were it was starting to annoy her.
She had taken up residence before her type writer, when she heard the faint knocking at her door. If it hadn't been done in a playful tune, she might have risen from her seat to check who was on the other side. As it was, she leaned back, calling out, "It's open, love, come in."