halcyon_houses

Who: James and Fisher
What: Movie time!
Where: Fisher's Room
Why: Fuck Tuesday!

Fisher stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on his closet door, trying to decide if he liked or hated how his new clothes made him look. He'd gone shopping with Ita yesterday, and she'd picked out some things that (she said) looked nice on him. But he wasn't sure. He hadn't worn anything not-gothy in over ten years, so this was a pretty big change.

"I feel like a fag," he told himself, in complete sincerity. Fisher was never really one to be PC. Still, the colors were a nice change on the eyes. "But I think I need a haircut," he mused. "Stringy, messy goth hair is not good with Express for Men. The Queer Eye guys would shoot me down."

As he twirled a few times, observing all angles, there was a sharp knock on the door. He figured it was Ita (who else could it be?), and thought she'd appreciate that he was wearing the clothes she'd picked out. When he opened the door, though, there was not a perky blonde standing there. "Uh-" he said, his voice strangled. Well shit.

Who: James and Natalia
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Natalia's room
What: James decides that it's time to man up and face things instead of being off in hiding and avoiding the demons from his past at all cost, no pun intended.

James had been thinking about this for a while now, probably due mostly to time spent with Cassandra. She was such a sweet girl in spite of the trouble behind her eyes and even though she had never come out and said anything about this situation, as he hadn't ever really talked to her about it, he could guess what her take on it would have been. Make amends, as best as you could, and go from there. The main problem was that he had no idea how to even begin it and every time he thought about trying, he drew a blank.

And that, along with residual feelings, was the reason why he had shut down every effort, though they were limited, that she had made. But was she even the one that should be making an effort to begin with? That was the question really, wasn't it? And he had to admit that if he were honest with himself, that the answer to that question was no. What she had done, although hurtful, had been the right thing to do all things considered. And if anyone were in the wrong, it was essentially him, regardless of everything else that he had been told, that he believed.

It was all of those thoughts, all of those conversations with himself inside of his head, that had brought him here today. It was late, and he had been waiting for a while, sitting on the hard wood floor outside of her door. He wasn't sure when she would show up. He wasn't even sure that she would be alone. But he hoped that she would be, otherwise he'd look like a complete and utter fool rather than just a small bit of one. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Another hour, and he would give up and try again some other time.

Who: James and Nell (Or will it be Blake)
When: Evening
Where: Nell's room
What: James drops by for a surprise visit.

The House of Fire was feeling too oppressing. Knowing that Natalia was there and knowing that it was in his best interest, and hers too, perhaps, that he not see her, was sometimes a bit too much for him to take, and he found himself, more often than not, wandering around anywhere else he could find to wander in order to avoid thinking about that, in order to avoid feeling it. Tonight it just so happened that those wanderings had led him to Zephyr house, not a place he was supposed to be, but half the fun in life was being places that you shouldn't.

He had found out ages ago that Nell was a resident of this house. He had found out which room she was in even, and who her roommate was though it wasn't shocking that she would choose her sister. Had he a sibling here, and the choice of rooming with them or some random stranger, he would certainly have chosen the former. He hadn't let her know, however, that he had this knowledge, nor that he had sought it out. Tonight seemed like the time for it though. He had nothing better to do, after all.

The room, once he found it, careful to avoid running across anyone who might send him in the other direction, was empty. A knock, two knocks, and a few words spoken had produced no response. So what did he do? He'd not been so cautious in sneaking into her dorm that he was ready to just turn around and head back out. So instead he took a credit card, slipped it into the door to jimmy the lock, again, half the fun in life with the youth of the rich was seeing what you could get away with, and let himself in.

After roaming about the room for a moment, looking at the various things strewn about, he picked the bed which most seemed like it would be hers, and made himself at home. There he would wait, body stretched out, back against the bed, arms folded beneath his head, for her to arrive.

When: Evening
Where: House of Fire common room
Who: Nat, Noah and James
What: Dun, dun, DUN

So far, the week had been shaping up rather nicely. Sure it was only Tuesday but she had a new roommate who was awesome and so far the homework load was looking pretty light. Add onto both of those things that the weather was being pretty amazing and it had the makings to be a great week. Oh, and of course there was always the potential for a spontaneous date with her favorite southern beau, which just made things that much better. Great week indeed!

As soon as classes had ended, Natalia had run back to her room to grab her board and hit the beach for a while to grab some really sweet waves. There were no words to describe how good she was feeling after she had gotten back and grabbed a quick shower. Hell, there might have even been a bounce in her step as she pulled on some jeans and one of the shirts she had swiped out of Noah’s drawer over the weekend. What? The laundry gnomes had needed to get in there and take care of his dirty clothes and…yeah, she just took it because it looked comfortable, sue her.

Once her hair had been combed and dried, she grabbed a couple of magazines and headed for the kitchen. Rather than getting something complex and eating it there, she grabbed a sandwich and some fruit and headed back to her house’s common room. There was just something about the big picture window there that made her want curl up in one of the armchairs and veg out. That and maybe it gave her a good opportunity to people watch, but that was completely secondary.

With a magazine resting in her lap, a random surfing one, and her food on a table to her right, she got down to business and proceeded to veg. Idly she flipped through the pages as she popped a chunk of fruit or a piece of her sandwich into her mouth and she had been so caught up with reading one of the articles that she had almost missed a familiar scent enter the room. “Hola mijo.”