The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: dizzyp & akenwood
Where: Just outside of the dorms
When: Thursday 4|24|08 late afternoon/early evening
What: Smoke Break
Status: In Progress

After another day of pretending to be atleast a halfway decent student by doing the minimal showing up to classes, Dizzy needed to reward herself with a smoke. She'd gotten out of bed today, gone to every class she was signed up for, even raised her hand once. In her world, this called for a parade. At seventeen although the only legality about her smoking was that she couldn't actually purchase a pack, Nox and some of the other staff would surely take it upon themselves to reprimand her for doing. Exactly why she normally just snuck one in her room. But between oncoming checks and her roommate actually being in there tonight, she was forced out.

Laying across one of the benches, she stared up at the darkening sky, lost in momentary silence and solitude. It was hard to find quiet moments here. It was hard to find them when she rarely allowed them. Silence usually meant the possibility of a wave of imagery she was never prepared for. Her visions were still torturous without any sense of control. Hearing the click of the door that led to the dormitory, Dizzy seemed to perk up, though she only tilted her head back as she lifted her torso slightly to do so. Clear greens shooting to the upside down figure she didn't recognize that appeared to disrupt her peace.

Who: Will and his loons
Where: Loony Central
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Weak and alone, Will is determined to break out of his owen personal hell...
Rating: you decide.

( If he'd had a thought process like this a week ago he'd have slapped himself for sounding like such a damn pansy. )

Who: Peyton and Godric
What: Finally answering questions
Where: Godric's apartment
When: Thursday night
Rating: R/language

It had been a tense week in the household. Godric knew he had been being reserved and quiet, and hearing that Peyton had takled to Blake about it had only made it worse. he felt as though he'd failed her completely- as a teacher, sponsor, friend and, much to his own dismay, a parent. He realized that he truly thought of her as a daughter now. That of course made his failing her hurt ten times more.

Blake was wonderful throughout Godric's introversion, though it was very clear that he was reaching the end of his limit. The vampire tried to seem more his usual self, but having Blake talk to Pey, having it that much more obvious how badly he'd screwed up, it didn't make him want to open up any more. Quite the opposite, in fact. Though now, Godric had told Peyton that he would answer her questions, things seemed brighter. And even though he wasn't sure if he could give her satisfactory information, nor did he know the lengths Jack Billings would go to to punish Godric if he ever caught wind of this, Peyton deserved to know the truth.

He should have known that Peyton would come very soon after their talk, but it was still a surprise to see her appear in the kitchen beside him. Thankfully Godric was alone in there at the moment, grading papers at the counter. The shock nearly knocked him off the stool. "God," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Couldn't you have used the door?"

((Save spot.))