halcyon_houses

Who: Simon and Cissy
When: Saturday night
Where:Simon's room
What: Cissy just has to see him!!!

So she had talked to Xander and he was going to go. Her papa insisted that she spend this break in Iceland, a thought that was incredibly unbearable. She couldn't be alone with her mother. End of story. She loved her, yes, because she was her mother, but she hated her in all honesty. Maybe that as a harsh word, but she definitely didn't like her. And it was certainly not a pleasant prospect to spend too much time with her alone. So she had concocted an idea. The problem was, when she talked to administration, they had nearly ruined her plans. She couldn't take Simon home with her because he was a minor and required parental consent. Well she wasn't going to get that so what other choice did she have?

She had enticed Xander with the promise of beautiful slopes and even more beautiful girls. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He hadn't really known about most of that before he volunteered to go and that was basically just icing on the cake. He really was a good friend. Well, when it worked for him. He hadn't rescued her the last time around but he was certainly taking care of that this time. It was all a matter of when it worked for him but.. wasn't it the same for her? She wouldn't have even invited him if it hadn't been because she needed him there. They were both a little one sided now and then. But at least they understood that about one another.

Now she just had to tell Simon and hope that he trusted her as much as she hoped he trusted her.

Clad in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a white tank top, her hair in pigtails, Cissy stealthily stole her way from the girl's dorm in the house of fire into the boy's dorm, more specifically, Simon's room, tapping lightly on his door to warn him before she turned the knob and slipped inside. "Hi." She offered, a bright smile gracing her lips. "Surprise!" He hadn't been expecting her. Though, with Cissy, he was probably used to expecting the unexpected. "Miss me?"

Who: Sydni and Simon
What: Home Cooking
Where: House of Fire kitchens
When: After classes, around suppertime

Simon had been waiting for Sydni after the last class of the day. He knew it was her last class because he was stalking her. Actually, no, that wasn't the case at all. But she was his only real friend (girlfriend excluded) and he did have an idea as to what she was up to a lot of the time. Besides that, they shared a number of classes.

His backpack was heavy and his stomach was empty. Could Sydni cook? He couldn't remember if she said she could or not. Maybe, since she was a college grad, she could do that kind of cooking that used the microwave oven and maybe a toaster. Either way, food was food and Simon was hungry.

"You!" he said, catching her as she stepped out of the classroom. He grinned when he turned to her. "You have to tell me what you and Cissy talked about. I asked her, but she just giggled all secretively and kissed me on the nose." He followed Sydni down the hall, weaving hs way through the crowds. As they headed back to the common room, Simon waited until the noise of a crowded hallway died down before pestering her again. "Was she nice to you?" he asked. "Were you nice to her? What did you guys even have to talk about?" His eyes got wide. "Oh, no, you didn't talk about me the whole time, did you?"

Who: Simon and Sydni
Where: Sydni's Room
When: Friday Evening

Oh God, oh God. Simon was pacing in his room. He'd been fidgety all day, ever since Cissy had left this morning. His feet wouldn't stop tapping, his fingers were itching to tear up paper, bend staples and pull at the threads in his jeans. His thoguhts had been all scattered and off in the clouds. It was about seven at night and still he couldn't stop feeling so twitchy. It was a good twitchy, but twitchy all the same.

He decided he couldn't stand it anymore. There was only one person he could talk to (as he only had one friend at Halcyon) and he'd been avoiding it because he knew a friend of hers had just gone, and she probably didn't want to hear his lovesick babbling. Well, too bad for her. Simon zipped up his hoodie and headed out to invade Sydni's personal space again.

After taking very few seconds to check that all was clear (since he wasn't supposed to be there and he knew it), Simon tapped on Sydni's door. Waited .04 seconds. Tapped again. Gave her a full 2 seconds this time, tapped again. It wasn't that he needed to be let in right away in case he got caught (although that was important too), but he felt like if he didn't talk to someone about this he would burst.

As soon as the door opened, Simon's voice leapt out of his mouth. "I have to tell you something!" he declared urgently.

Who: Cissy and Simon
When: Thursday Night around 11
Where: Simon's room

Being covert was not exactly Cissy's forte as she had never had to be sneaky in her entire life. If she wanted to do something, wrong or otherwise, she simply did it and there was never anyone to tell her no. Here, that was a different story. She wasn't supposed to be out and about this late. She wasn't supposed to be in the boys dormitory. She certainly wasn't supposed to be in Simon's room, but boredom and curiosity had triggered this little venture and she was going to see it through until she either made it there or she got caught and sent back to her room.

Deciding to wear her bedroom shoes because they were more quiet than anything else she owned, Cissy stole into the dark, into the night, to venture into territory that was forbidden to her. There was a close call or two, a wandering student in the halls that may or may not have told on her, but the fact that he was in the same house, at the very least, made it much easier for her to find her way to his room than it would have otherwise.

At last, the door was before her, and while it may have been safe to assume that the door would be locked and she would have to knock before she could enter, something told her to try the knob first and she found it to be conveniently unlocked. Pushing the door open, she slipped inside and closed it behind her just as quickly before eyes stole a look around the room and found him laying upon his bed. "I told you that I'd eventually get tired of it." There was no more introduction given than that before, pajama clad, she made her way over to have a seat on the side of his bed.