halcyon_houses

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: Cassandra and Rhett
When: Friday After classes
Where: House of Fire, Commonroom


She was feeling almost devious. Not that Cassandra had set out intending to feel quite so... like she was doing something she shouldn't be, after all she did have the best of intentions with the plateful of double fudge brownies in her hands. It had taken some thought, but eventually Cassandra had settled on the brownies rather the cake, after all Rhett's mother apparently made the best chocolate cake in the South. She wasn't quite ready to take that title on yet with her cooking. Plus who didn't like brownies? Apparently some people liked them with some other stuff in them that wasn't exactly... good for you. Not that brownies were 'good' for you to begin with but that was besides the point. Cassandra's brownies were only made with things that were found in the kitchen cupboards.

The baking had gone easily. After her last class she had left her bag in her room, fed her cat and hurried down to the kitchens. She was a regular down there with as much time as she spent trying her hand at various new recipes she found. This particular brownie recipe was one she had already tried before and she knew it was a winner, at least Micah had said so... but he did have something of a biased opinion in that he loved all sweets it seemed. She had spent an hour or so measuring, pouring, mixing and baking. When the toothpick came out clean she set the pan out to cool while she found a plate and some plastic wrap to put over top of them. Maybe not the fanciest of set ups but it would do the trick of getting the welcome treat up to the house of fire.

And they had made it just fine. But, that was exactly where Cassandra's plan had shown a distinct <i>lack</i> of planning. She knew where the hall was and it hadn't been hard to get someone to let her inside the common room. But that was as far as she could get. Did she go to his room and knock on the door? That just seemed awkward and she knew she wasn't supposed to be in the boys hall. Not that she hadn't gone and knocked on Jasper and Micah's door but she knew them. Rhett was only someone she was meeting, no matter how well he knew her sister, he was still a stranger to her, just like her sister still was in a lot of ways. Not to mention she didn't even know which room was his. That was just a whole big mess she didn't even want to attempt.

Standing in the center of the common room, Cassandra turned several times, to the right and then to left. Whoever had let her in was long gone up to their room or wherever they'd been headed. Darnit. How on earth was she supposed to.... this was not a good plan. She should have at least sent him an email or something and planned a time or place to meet him. But oh no, she'd want to make a surprise visit with the brownies. God and she didn't even really know what he looked like. Horrible, horrible plan...

Maybe it was just time to hit the restart button... head back to her room and sent that email. Not like the brownies were going to go bad.

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?"