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Who: Rafe and Davia
Where: beginning in the kitchen at Terrene
When: evening

Rafe had gotten back to Halcyon at dusk, and he'd done the usual things that anyone did after returning from a trip. Unpacking close to two weeks' worth of dirty laundry, a few clean pieces of clothing, MP3 player, phone, magazines bought at the airport, and other odds and ends. It wasn't that he truly wanted to be neat and tidy and get everything put away immediately, but it was a distraction he could employ to try not to dwell on the fact that the break was over.

His confession to his family about what he was now and what had happened to him had gone reasonably well, all things considered. They hadn't wanted to believe him, of course, but the actual presence of fangs in his mouth wasn't something that could be easily put aside. He'd tried to soothe their worries by filling them in on where he was living now, and what he was doing. By the time he'd left, it was okay, he thought, though he was exhausted.

It was a good thing that he'd saved his visit with Tay for the latter half of break. They'd had a wonderful time, and he'd simply refused to think about the fact that at the end of the week, he'd be leaving, and she'd be in Los Angeles still. She'd visit. He'd visit. Everything would be all right. He'd been able to appease himself with those platitudes until he'd had to leave her. Then, it wasn't so easy.

But here he was, back at school, and everything was the same... except for the fact that Taylor wasn't here.

Once Rafe got his room situated, he went to take a shower and wash off the aura of travel that clung to him. After he'd dressed in shorts and a tank top, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. Blood bags were still one of the banes of his existence, but they were necessary. It was rather like settling for an apple when one really wanted chocolate, but he'd deal. He'd been dealing with it up until now, hadn't he? And apples were really better for you, anyway.

When: Night
Where: House Aquatic; Taylor’s Room
Who: Taylor and Rafe

A phone call to her sister that just rang and rang. A call to her father that sounded nearly like that dull ringing had. Full of monotonous repeated sounds that meant nothing really. The last call made was to her agent back in LA. She hadn’t spoken with him in weeks; she’d kept her focus on Halcyon and sort of made herself leave that past alone for a bit. But now the phone rang and soon enough his overly cheery voice resounded from the other end. The conversation was filled with excited chatter from his side of things, all sorts of plans could be made he said. Enough time had passed; it was prime time for her to get back into the game. She should have made her just as excited. It should have lifted her spirits. But it didn’t really, not that she let him know that at all. She was a good actress after all.

The call ended with a promise to call him again in a few days. He was eager to get the ball rolling and Tay just felt…she wasn't even sure right now.

All week long she’d been off and on again down at the beach. She hadn’t shown for most of her classes though she at least had contacted her teachers and told them why. It wasn’t really reason enough but adding in the whole water elemental needing the water thing sort of made them understand a little better. She’d probably get some hell for it later on but that was later and at the time Taylor really hadn’t cared about that later or getting one of those “talkings” to. All she wanted was to stay near to the water even if it wasn’t bringing her the most peace or comfort right now. The only times she left was to crash in a hotel for awhile. Shower, change, then back to the beach.

Tonight that wasn’t an option though. The full moon, Taylor had no desire to be out in the open tonight. Even if teachers were around not all the weres shifting were students at the school. So before sunset she made her way back, going straight to house aquatic and crashing for a few hours. Sleeping fitfully until she finally woke up and made those calls. The sun had set by the time they were finished. She could hear the scurry of werecreatures outside. Howls, growls. Taylor wasn’t spending the night in the commons room like so many students were. She didn’t feel much like a movie night or playing the perfect smile game.

Dragging herself out of bed Taylor retreated to the girls bathroom, taking a long hot shower in some hope to ease some of that tension so she could sleep a little better. It was a nice thought in theory but the entire time she just…stood there questioning things. Why Dylan had left, why her father was so distant, when everything had sort of…broken apart, and why hadn’t she seen it? She felt at fault almost, maybe if she had been around more or hadn’t traveled so much…

Eventually Taylor ended up back in her room, buried under her covers staring over at the empty side of the room where her twin used to be. It still felt…odd in the room. That missing feeling just refused to be shaken off. Taylor had always missed Dylan, every time they parted ways. But this time it just…cut deeper. Like it wasn’t just a see you later sort of parting. She knew laying there was just her way of avoiding everything. Staying at the beach, not checking the computers anymore. Avoidance. But avoidance wasn’t going to fix anything.

With a sigh Tay reached for her phone again, dialing Rafe’s number; listening to that familiar droning ring. Her words once he answered were brief. “Come over” She didn’t know how to talk to him about all of this but she knew she needed to. The phone was hung up and Taylor laid her head back down on the pillow, waiting for Rafe to show. At least tonight with so many teachers out watching the weres there was less chance of him getting caught.

Who: Davia and Rafe
When: Early Sunday Afternoon
Where: Terrene Common Room
What: Chess is not a solitary game

The weekends were always the worst. There were no classes, no club meetings, to distract her. It was so much easier being here during the week. She had a routine. Wake up, get ready, go to class, go back to her room. It worked for her. That was how she liked it. Davia was not, after all, a very sociable person. She didn't even know how to be. But she was attempting to make a conscious effort to change, it was just turning out to be a slow process.

This Sunday, however, was an improvement from the last. She was not going to sit in her room all day, hiding away in her bed behind some books. Though she might not make it much further, she had at least made it as far as the common room where she sat in a chair positioned on one side of a chess board, looking down at the knights and rooks and pawns. This was a game she knew how to play. Her father had taught her and she was rather good at it, though she had only ever played against him.

With a sigh, one long leg crossed over the other as a hand brushed back through blond hair. Her aqua eyes scanned the room around her with mild curiosity and moderate boredom. She recognized a few people in the house from her classes, but there was no one that honestly stuck out in her mind just yet. Names were never something that she was good at keeping track of. Faces she could remember, but not the names that went with them.

Her attention soon moved back to the chess pieces, her hand reaching out to take a pawn in hand and thumb the figure lightly. She placed it back down, making the first move though she had no opponent and she certainly wasn't planning on playing by herself. It was more of an invitation though she honestly didn't expect anyone to notice nor to accept if they did.

When: Night
Where: Terrene House; Rafe’s Room
Who: Rafe and Taylor

Taylors days were always rush rush rush. Classes, clubs, activities, Taylor always kept herself busy and that was how she far preferred it. She never did take too well to just sitting around doing nothing all day long. A waste of time, a waste of space. No that wasn’t Taylors preferred way of being at all. That didn’t mean she couldn’t take a break though. She was fully capable of doing so and in fact she planned to do so tonight. Tonight was movie night.

The two were supposed to have it on Friday but with other possible plans for that night coming to light Tay just gave a little tweak to the day. She doubted Rafe minded, after all who really could say no to watching some jello wrestling? Tay couldn’t. Now if she’d get involved was another story all together. After a few drinks she could probably be persuaded. No better way to show dedication to a club right? And if she was going to start working there then dedication was going to be needed.

That was still a bit in the works though. She’d talked with Ivan before he left the island for a bit and now she needed to go talk with Vale and figure out who she could do some training with if she decided to go the bartender route.

So Friday was out due to jello and Thursday Taylor had drama club which she’d hate to blow off. It was her all time favorite activity of the week. It wasn’t quite acting in the form she was used to but it was damn close. Mostly, for now, it was just practice stuff. But Tay was set on getting a play in the works. They could have done the movie night Saturday but chances were they’d both be back at the club that night. Sunday was a possibility but that required waiting all the way to Sunday…Tay much rather just meet up with him now thank you.

After classes Tay made a brief stop by her room to shower and change before she made her way to the kitchen. Of course while in her room she’d looked around for her sister and after not finding her, not uncommon, just left her a big ol note with a cheeky “don’t wait up for me!” written in bright purple. Not that she thought Dylan would anyways.

The agreement was that Rafe would pick out a movie and Tay would bring some snacks. She was fairly certain that Rafe didn’t care at all about the snacks and would have been perfectly okay with Tay just bringing her lovely self but a movie wasn’t a movie without some popcorn. A movie night had to be done right after all.

A small bag was filled up with various goodies for the night and soon afterwards Tay was weaving through the halls towards Terrene house. She was a little early really but she didn’t think there would be anything wrong with that. From what she knew Rafe didn’t have any other plans and it wasn’t as though he ever minded seeing her.

A few knocks on the main door later Tay was let into the house by a student and oh so stealthy made her way to Rafe’s room where a few more quite taps sounded. Tay stood waiting, glancing around the halls. A bag was in one hand, the other was resting against the wall. Tay hadn’t exactly dressed up tonight; no she was fine with comfortable and casual. Black pants and a red shirt that hung a bit loosely, but of course in a flattering way, on her form. The shoes were nothing more then slip ons that she could easily cast off once she was inside.