Sunday - 9/9/07 Who: James and Ethiel When: Sunday Afternoon Where: The smoking area in front of the school What: James is bored, as always, and has found a comfortable spot to relax and enjoy a ciggie.
James had actually arrived on Saturday night, for some ungodly reason, well before anyone else that was registering for the new semester would have. This was probably because he hadn't been at Halcyon when the whole place went to hell. He'd been in New York and he had needed out of New York as soon as possible. The good thing about this was that he was placed in his room first so he got to pick the best bed and arrange the furniture the way he liked it. Hopefully he wouldn't get a roommate. He was never one to enjoy sharing his space.
His first night here he had met the director of the facility, Saffron Swann. She had informed him that he was to meet with his staff sponsor first thing Monday morning as the man, Nox Alekos, was unavailable over the weekend. That was fine by him. He would prefer to spend a little time settling in first. Of course, he had initially thought that Fisher would arrive shortly after he did, but last he checked, he wasn't here yet. He would be coming here though, so at least he would know one person. Or two rather. Cissy was coming also. And her boy toy. And probably a few other people he had known before but hopefully none that he wouldn't want to know any longer. Aka, Natalia and Noah.
The morning had been spent unpacking his bags and familiarizing himself with the layout of the land. It was a huge place, lots of rooms, an entire second floor he wasn't allowed on, a huge recreation facility, infirmary, tunnels that connected all the buildings, pretty much anything a person could need. And they were right inside downtown Danvers so it wasn't quite like the other place, lacking the normal human city nearby where he could shop for things that were more familiar to him.
Shop. There wouldn't be much more of that now, would there? For the first time in his life, he was faced with the very real possibility of being broke. He hadn't told Fisher. He hadn't really talked to him to tell him about it but the trip to New York had not been a pleasant one. His mother had left everything to her husband, his step-father, who had kindly informed him that he wanted nothing more to do with him and that he could certainly find a way to provide for himself.
Thinking about that made James scoff as he crushed out his first cigarette and promptly brought a second one to his lips. He lit it by way of his palm, a talent he had mastered just a few days ago in New York, and inhaled a deep, long drag. It was too bad he was restricted to the grounds for the first weekend here. He'd like a drink. He'd like a lot of drinks. And his liquor had unfortunately not made it through airport security on the way here.