halcyon_houses

Who: Ada and Caibre
Where: House of Fire Common Room
What: A first meeting

Ada was tired of being cooped in her room and felt like she was beginning to annoy Rhett with her constant presence in his. Wasn't her fault he had the better DVD collection and a bigger TV, but that was besides the point. What mattered was that she needed some time away that didn't involve her getting herself into trouble, even if it did sound pretty good at the moment. The farthest she was wiling to venture, however, was the common room, mainly because she couldn't be bothered to put shoes on and walking beyond the House of Fire would require that her feet be covered in something. Her current outfit of faded blue jeans, bare feet, and a white tank top that read "Mama Tried" across the front suited her just fine for the moment. Wearing Merle Haggard lyrics across one's chest was never a bad thing, after all.

So she grabbed her acoustic guitar from her room and headed down to the surprisingly empty common room. Everyone must be up in their rooms studying, she thought as she sat down cross-legged on the couch. She was sick of studying. She'd never done as much of it in her life as she had over the past week and she'd damn near had enough of staring at stupid books.

No, it was definitely time for some music, even if she had to play alone. The change of scenery was slight, but managed to spark a bit of inspiration, even if the room was just like an oversized living room with couches and chairs and a television that was currently on mute, sparing her from the inane conversation on some sitcom rerun. She began to let her fingers move along the neck of the guitar, sliding from fret to fret and stepping from string to string. It wasn't any particular song that she was playing, more just a basic melody that expanded into something more complex. She was no Jimi Hendrix, but she was a good guitarist and her dedication to the instrument showed in the way that she was able to put together complicated strings of chords and picking patterns, creating music that had only existed in her head before that moment. It would sound better on one of the electric guitars, but this would work for now. Besides, it wasn't as if an instrumental jam session like this one would ever be played in a concert or on an album. People tended to want to hear words.
( Living as dangerous as dynamite sure makes you nervous, but it makes you feel all right )

Who: Dove and Ada
Where: Dove's Office
When: Riiight after Serghei ;)

The meeting with Serghei had gone well. He seemed eager to learn and she was more than certain he would thrive in the atmosphere that Halcyon offered. She put his file away and exchanged it for Ada's. Dove didn't know too much about the woman other than she was a musician turned werejaguar-musician. But that's what her file was for! Again, she took a seat in the middle of her rug and spread the file out in front of her.

Reading her history, Dove had decided that some of it could have been her own. She didn't really know why Ada was coming to see her, but at least she was making an effort to help herself with whatever was bothering her. Not long after she sat down, she closed the file and set it back in her filing cabinet. A glance at the clock told her she still had a few hours before Ada would come knocking, so Dove put on some music and sunk into one of the couches in her office.

It was those moments of serenity (for Dove that meant some fairly loud music in a normally quiet place where she could close her eyes for half a second) that Dove cherished. It helped keep her mind organized.

But, it was interrupted by some frantic knocking at her door. Dove opened her eyes and turned her music off and trotted to her door. Opening it up, she was surprised to see that Ada had come early, and looked slightly distressed at that. Dove wasn't bothered by her being early though, that's what she was here for after all. "Come in!" she said to the girl, "sit anywhere you like."

Who: Ada and Rhett
Where: Ada's room
When: Monday, late afternoon
What: A hellish confrontation?
Rating: It's probably gonna get up there, language-wise.

Ever since the party at Wes', Ada had been on edge. Until she'd tried whatever the hell was in that supernatural designer drug, she'd been hovering on the line between using because she wanted to and because she had to. One line of that had sent her careening over the edge. She hadn't slept three hours since Friday. She hadn't done much of anything but obsessively write songs and play until even the hardened calluses on her hand opened up into blisters. Up all night writing, heading to Hell at two in the morning for some drinks and to score some more, getting back to school in time to crash for an hour or two before getting up to start over again, or today, to go to her second class; that's how Ada had been living her life since Friday. It felt like a couple of years ago when she'd been in the same spiral, just before hitting bottom. Only, as these things often went, she didn't feel like there was a bottom.

She hadn't really seen much of Rhett that weekend, but the start of another school week had made things complicated. Between the nearness of the full moon and the fact that she was dying for a fix, it was damn near impossible to keep up her act. She'd catch herself showing some of her 'tells,' biting on the inside of her bottom lip, tapping her fingers on her leg, twirling her hair, tapping her foot. Inner Beast Control was especially a bitch. She didn't remember a damn word the teacher said because she'd been trying too hard to act... well, normal.

Back in her room, she turned on some Waylon and got out what she had left from the weekend. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to last through until she could head back down to Hell. She cut two fat lines and did one immediately, leaving the other on the hand mirror for later. With whatever this shit was laced with, she didn't have to take nearly as much to feel an effect. Within moments, she felt the high begin to wash over her.

She needed to go out, but not wearing what she had on. She changed out of the sweatpants and t-shirt and into a pair of tight jeans and a black tank. Her hair was a bit of a mess, but then it always was. She leaned over the dresser, scrunching her toes into the carpet as she put on some eyeliner and mascara. No sense in wasting this euphoria alone.

Who: Ada and Charlie
What: Rendezvous
Where: Charlie's room
When: Wednesday night

With movie night, the sufficient effort had been made to make things less horrifically awkward. Now, Ada needed to wind down. Or, wind up. Something of the sort. So, she went upstairs to change into something a little more sexy. Well, at least on the inside of her clothes. She put on a lacy red bra and matching thong under her jeans and black tank top. The baggie–well stocked after a recent visit with grey–went into her back pocket along with her room key. She was still trying to convince herself that this wasn't a big deal. she was a supernatural now, the high obviously didn't effect her the same way. The high wasn't as high, the low definitely wasn't as low. Still, she stuck a couple valiums in her other pocket. Had gotten used to easing the come-down.

She didn't make a big show of sneaking into Terrene house. She knew if any of the guards were really guarding the entrances that they would find her anyway, supernatural senses and all that. So when someone opened the door, she slipped in and made her way up to the guys dorms. She wasn't sure which door was Charlie's, so she asked another vampire guy, who pointed her in the right direction. After thanking her, she sidled up to the door and knocked.

What to say, what to say? She finally curled her lips into a half smile. "Special delivery," she called into the crack of the door, knowing that he would hear her without needing to shout it. She hoped he hadn't already fallen asleep, especially since it wasn't too late. Was pretty sad if he was already sacked out in bed before one in the morning, if she said so herself, but she was a night owl.

And yeah, there was a part of her that kept saying she shouldn't be doing it. That she knew she shouldn't have done it in the first place, and she really shouldn't be repeating the same mistake. But what was the harm in having a little fun? Wasn't like it was going to hurt anyone. Besides, she was tired of moping around. Charlie seemed as good of medicine as any for her blues.

Who: Ada, and Rhett
Where: Ada's dorm, in the House of Fire
When: Tuesday Late Evening
What: Reunited, and it feels so good!!!


"Thanks man, this place is insane. It took me a long while, just to find my own dorm." Shaking his hand, Rhett couldn't help but smile. Reaching up, he gave the kid, well he looked like a kid, a pat on the shoulder, after he had so kindly given him some form of direction. The school was much more massive, than he had anticipated it would be. How did people find their classes in this place? Fuck... how would he find his classes the following day? College had never been in his game plan, but he viewed this has a bit of a preview of what he'd skipped out of. Hopefully it wouldn't be too boring. Well, music wouldn't be boring, but he felt the other classes might be confusing. All this beast control shit, and supernatural history. There was a history to these things? He had a feeling that the first few days would leave him feeling like a flash light, without batteries.

Rhett had considered waiting till the morning, to set out, and find her. Reserving this night, to do a bit of unpacking, and get settled into his room. But that might ruin the surprise. What if she happened to see him in the halls the following morning? Yup, that would definitely blow his cover. Really, there couldn't be many ridiculously good looking, Cajuns running around, now could there? Besides, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face, when she opened her door. Of course, he'd have to eventually explain how he had been a dumb ass, and wound up at the school, in the first place, but it would be so worth it.

With his hands tucked securely in the pockets of his jeans, his booted feet carried him down the hall. He'd been planning to count off the dorms, but it seemed he didn't need to. There was the faintly familiar sound of a guitar playing, accompanied by a gentile, feminine voice. A voice which he'd heard often. With a grin fixed upon his face, he followed the sound of her playing. It lead him to an open door. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes swept over the decorated dorm, as he quietly listened to her practice. Yet, he didn't make a sound. He wanted to see, if she would notice him, or not.

However, Ada seemed to be far too focused on her song, to notice his presence. Well, he'd just have to change that, now wouldn't he? Clearing his throat, he looked to her, "Excuse me, Miss. I seem to be a bit lost. I was wondering if you could tell me, where I could find my best friend? She's this fiery little blonde thing, cute as hell. Think you might know her?"

Who: Ada and Starbuck
Where: Starbuck's room
When: Monday evening/night

Ada wasn't tired in the least. Late nights worked out just fine for her, and the extra hours of sleep she'd gotten by accidentally sleeping through her first class had left her energized and ready to face the day and the night that followed. As far as she was concerned, she and Starbuck hadn't spent nearly enough time together. Tonight they could try and fix that. She spent a bit longer than usual getting ready, putting on a bit of makeup, a soft black longsleeved shirt, a pair of jeans and she was ready to go. She slung her guitar case over her shoulder--she ahd promised Starbuck a private concert after all--picked up a bag full of necessities for an overnight stay, and started toward the Aquatic house.

It would take some stealth. Ada had been an expert of sneaking out and back in since she was twelve years old, and her werejaguar senses made it even easier to detect if someone was nearby. Once she was pretty sure the coast was clear, she crept toward the door, listening for footsteps on the other side. Score. Someone was heading her way. Once they opened the door and walked out, chatting on their cell phone, she slipped inside and walked across the common room like she belonged there. Not that anyone was paying attention. She hurried up the stairs to the boys dorms and knocked on Starbuck's door, smiling as she waited.

How in the world had she found such a nice guy? And she thanked God that she was finally attracted to someone who wasn't a complete and utter douche. Course, it was hard not to be drawn to him. He had a magnetic personality, a smile you couldn't help but return, all among other less noticeable talents. Yeah, she was smitten, but who could blame her?