The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ana and Will
Where: Ana's apartment
When: Evening of Friday
What: Seeing as Ana became confusingly emotional, Will's gone to check on her
Rating: Probably R for swearing

Though their chat has been sensual, for lack of a better word, Ana had burst into tears at the worst moment for them both. As she had been about to get herself off, the floodgates opened. And as far as Will was aware, that never happened with Ana Van Der Witt. She was not an emotional mess, she was strong and unmovable. Mostly. Perhaps this sudden softness with Adam had gone to her head?

Having drafting in Rocky to take care of Devon Will made his way to her apartment (once he could walk) though as he neared her door he was aware of the sense of overwhelming sadness. It didn't effect him, he was a sort-of empath so most of him was able to block it out... but it was there. Knocking on the vampire's door he called out in case she was reluctant to open the door. "Ana? It's Will... let me in?"

Who: Will and James (McCafferty-Grey)
Where: Their apartment
When: Monday morning
What: Morning after the night before... hitched!
Rating: TBC

Monday morning came too soon. With the dim sunlight breaking through the curtains enough to filter into Will's eyes and wake the angel up. It was too early, whatever time it was, and as he rubbed sleep out of his mucky-linered eyes he stretched his long limbs out and over the warm person next to him before a dull sigh escaped his mouth.

Will stared at the ceiling a moment, blinking. There was a heavy fog around his head due to too much alcohol and celebration and sex... Nothing new there, so much. He went to run his left hand over his face to try and shake himself out of it when he caught a glint of gold. Confused, he tried to focus. Right there on the third finger of his left hand, was a ring but not just any old piece of shit - his wedding ring. The memory of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he smiled dopily despite the nerves that overtook him. He was married. Fucking shit he was married, with a kid, James' kid, and he'd made up vows! Pretty shitty ones, too cause he hadn't even said anything close to I love you...

In a whirlwind that left him slightly dizzy (though perhaps that was somewhat to do with the magnum of champagne he'd had to himself...) Will turned his head to see if his husband was awake. And he would poke him if he wasn't.

Who: Will and James
Where: LAX - then the city.
When: Sunday night.
What: Will needs support when he thought he could handle it alone.
Rating: R for swearing an some minor sexiness
Note: In Progress

Will hated airports. Big, vacant, huge buildings with engine noise and lots of people with their stuff. Airports were supposed to represent escape and freedom but what they actually represented was stress and sadness. Goodbyes, bustling security, losing luggage, delays, air con, silly little shops that sold overpriced things they deemed “necessities”. As Will brooded like his better half, arms folded as his eyes scanned the crowds from beneath his oversized shades, he awaited the notification that James’ plane had landed. He stood apart from those awaiting their loved ones like a sore thumb. Or at least a glamorous one. Tall, glammed up to the nines. Hair was slicked back. Still - he looked natural to LA.

The plane status changed to arrived - then that the passengers should be in baggage claim. A thought ran through Will’s head that both of them had a huge amount of baggage but rather than being amused he was anxious. And excited. He wanted to see James. But nobody would be able to tell from beneath his stoic demeanor.

( I’m kind of a selfish asshole. )

Who: Will and James
When: Saturday 7th June
Where: L'Apartment
What: Will's leaving for LA. James leaving for the Magic Kingdom. Goodbyes and worries surface.
Rating: who the hell knows with these two.

Will wasn't a nail biter - until today. His bag was packed - only one, he didn't want to travel with much stuff. He'd be picking up far more on his travels this summer. The rest of his belongings remained in both James' apartment and his own room back on campus, awaiting his return, and he was now sitting on James' sofa, wondering whether he should ring a taxi to take him to the airport.

Part of him didn't want to. He turned his mobile over in his hand, frowning. He knew he had to go. There was shit he had to do and he couldn't put it off any more, but at the same time... despite his hatred for Disney he didn't want to leave James. He'd happily go along right now and play with Minnie Friggin Mouse. Even part of him thought he'd miss Devon...

And then it was the panic. What if James had such a great time without him he didn't want to resume this when they got back? Would James even come back? Would Will turn up to New York only to be dismissed as not wanted anymore?

The angel had gone from confident to a worrying fucking mess all too soon and all because of a man named James Fucking McCafferty - and as much as Will wanted to hate him for it, he loved him even more. Sickening.

Who: William and James
Where: James' apartment
When: Thursday night.
What: Will said he was going to show James' something.

There was something in Will's gut that wasn't too sure about this. For years he'd kept his treasures safe and now he was about to show them to James. It was like he was going to reveal his very soul to be accepted or rejected. He'd told other people more about his past than James knew and seeing as the guy was wanting to build a relationship with him (something the angel still couldn't get his head around) then he had the right to know what exactly he was letting himself in for.

Or rather, who he was letting himself in for.

With a sharp knock on James' apartment door Will clutched the little wooden box in his other hand and tried to build up the backbone it'd take to actually do this. Talking about torture, dead parents was one thing. Talking about a past he hadn't really let go of was quite another.

Who: Will and James
Where: James' apartment.
When: Saturday evening
What: There's only so much weight one person's shoulders can take
Rating: ?

Will's week had sucked; apart from spending time with people he cared about and being alive. Even then some of the people he cared about - Fisher, mostly - seemed pissed at him and he never knew how to make that right. He couldn't blame him, he'd behaved terribly about James but... Will's nerves were all over the place. He didn't want to lose Fisher when he'd only just got him back, didn't want to fuck things up. He couldn't even say fuck. Every night when he went to sleep he didn't rest, dreaming of furnaces and water, Haddon, dead friends, destruction, blood... he was tortured even without his parents being around.

Not that he told James about it. The only person he'd told now didn't want to talk to him at all and there was no way that he was going to divulge all that crap onto him. The poor demon had enough to deal with. Exhausted, shoulders slumped, completely at a loss, Will merely busied himself around James' apartment. He'd leeched off him too long now and he was going to give something back.

By washing dishes.

Who: Charlie and Will - followed by Starbuck and Wesley
Where: The TJS grounds, infirmary
When: Late Thursday night - approx 11pm
What: Will comes home!!!
Rating: tame.

Will didn't know how long he'd been walking for. The sun had long since set sending the world cold and endlessly dark. Despite aching limbs, the numb feeling in his gut, the sting of his back that served as a constant reminder of what had happened to him and bare feet which almost refused to carry him there was a fierce determination spurring Will on. Yeah so he could barely read the road signs, worried that maybe he was going in the wrong direction but he would carry on. There would be no dying until he reached the grounds of TJS. Grounds which slowly, finally coming into view.

If he hadn't have just been through hell he might have thanked God - but there would be no doing that tonight. Would people even recognise him when he got there? The sight he'd seen in the mirror wasn't pretty. Blonde hair, worn face, baggy and loose-fitting clothes. He wanted to move quicker but his legs wouldn't let him and he made do with shuffling along inch by inch, through the gates, over to the grass... as soon he stepped onto home soil Will felt a huge wave of pride and relief wash over him. He'd made it back. He was here.

He'd die now, thank you.

( And here I thought you'd checked out my muscles in the past. )

Who Wesley and William
Where: The infirmary
When: Friday afternoon
What: Will is feeling shit. Wesley's supposed to help...
Rating: R for swearing

( You bottle up for feelings too much and now you're paying the price for it. Pretty much I'd say you're an idiot. )

Who: William and his party guests!!
Where: The tunnels beneath the school
When: Friday night, 9pm
What: A PARTY. WILL IS 111 29! (ssh)

Cassie had outdone herself. The tunnels had taken a lot of tape, fairy lights, decoration and elecricity. There were tables in various stages with booze and just a small amount of food in case people hadn't lined their stomachs. There was good music thumping through the stereo speakers - old rock classics, dance tunes, a variety and a mix.

When Will arrived down in the tunnels a grin crossed his face. This was fantastic. Opening his arms wide he called to Cassie. "Babe you've outdone yourself!" All that was needed was to get this party started. He was dressed in his most comfortable outfit and he was going to look this good even when trashed.

[NOTE: Feel free to crash in and speak to other people than Will. God knows I can't keep rping with everyone!]

Who: William  and James
What: James flirted with Will. Will wants to play.
Where: Front of the school, followed by sneaking out to the clubs of Boston
When: Friday night - 8pm
Rating: TBD

Well this was a turn up for the books. Fisher's beloved, the one he defended against all costs, flirting and propositioning William for a night of dancing and possibly kissing places that weren't seen in public. To avoid detection from the security guards who actually had their wits about them, Will hadn't chosen to be overly obvious with the get-up. Understated eyeliner, normal clothing, down-played hair. William almost felt naked... it might have even been prefferred but his aim was not to get dragged back into the hell hole which was TJS.

Hanging around in the dark was something he was used to and he waited for James to arrive. There were a few bangs here and there, howls from people believing they could call to their home planet or whatever. It was like Will had been dropped in a feast to gorge on but it was all happening behind closed doors. Incredibly frustrating for a man who lived for sin, but refreshing also - Fisher had almost had him believe that he was "better" than enjoying sin, that he could feel more things than mere delight at someone fucking up. That was another part of why tonight was so special - he was going out with Mr Perfect according to Fisher. The untouchable god.

Well. Will would test just how untouchable he actually was.

Who: Davia and William
When: Wednesday Night
Where: A club downtown
What: A chance encounter.

It was Wednesday night so Davia should have been at home. But Charlie had made plans to be in the studio that night, and even though she didn't say anything, nor did he, she had a feeling that he didn't plan on being there alone. She had seen the way that he was with Ava. And since then, she had noticed the way that the girl looked at her as well. She was the one. It shocked her that it was a student, that was for sure, but... Could she really blame him? The girl was beautiful. And Davia felt like there was no way she could ever compete with her dark hair and perfect curves, not when she herself was so pale and so light and so... thin.

She needed to feel good about herself. More importantly than that, she needed to not be alone, needed to be out somewhere around people where she wouldn't be thinking about him and what he might be doing right now. So she decided to go to the one place where she felt at home, a dance club. Dancing always made her feel better.

Wearing a short, white club dress that showed off not only her tattoo on her back but also accentuated her long legs and her small breasts, she was already a few drinks into the night as well as a few dances into the night, and she was feeling much better. If Charlie wanted to keep things from her and run around behind her back and inadvertently rub his addictions in her face, then she didn't need that. She needed this. And she needed another drink...

Who Fisher and William. Now dubbed "Wisher"
What Fisher is apparently invading Will's room.
Where Will's dorm
When Sunday afternoon
Rating TBDOODOODOODOODOO!

Sunday was a day of rest. Or really, a day for Will to lie back and spend time in his bed, listening to music and generally doing what the fuck he wanted. Particularly because of his excursion with Pearl the night before, Will had opted to nurse his hangover in the only way he knew how - doing nothing. He wore a grey t-shirt, loose black jeans, his black hair only gelled to the laziest of styles with no make up on his face. Only water had brushed that skin, allowing it to have its day of breathing space. He was spending a rather nice amount of time lying, lazing, stretched out with some T-Rex humming from his stereo when he heard a faint knock of his door.

"Fisher," he greeted the goth at the door, a small smile gracing his lips. "How'd the date go?"

Who: William and Pearl
What: Will takes Pearl OUT - for a night out at the club! Shake them tassles..
Where: El random club.
When: Saturday, 9pm.
Rating: T. B. D. lol

William was a busy boy. Taking out the resident Goth kid, exploring the tunnels to make some kind of party later on and preparing to audition for some play. All topped off in this first week with taking what was apparently a hot blonde girl out to the club in Town. He'd discovered it when he'd been in the area previously, and on returning to Boston he'd been delighted to realise that it was still there. Knowing their destination made the night easier.

He waited at the front of the building, dressed to the nines in a toned-down version of his usual attire. This night was gonna be slick if it was anything like his previous outings.

Who: William & Ophelia. Sounds like a lost Shakespeare play.
What: The medium and the fallen unite! sort of
Where: The cafeteria/infirmary
When: Tuesday 9th
Rating: probably low

The cafeteria was such a horrid place. Devoid of character it was basically a pool for the students to graze and snack in like a herd of cows, mooing the latest gossip and picking at the food despite their "diets" or general lack of taste. It was however a good place to read people, get to know the easier targets and the ones who would be a challenge.

William shouldn't be here though. He usually stuck out like a sore thumb but this time it was different. William was decades older than all of these, he was above being treated like some hap who didn't know how to use his powers. He knew exactly what he was and wasn't capable of he just wanted his damn abilities back. When was there a class which helped fallen angels gain their juices once more? He hadn't seen that on the curriculum.

A flash of purple hair alerted him to someone's presence. He remembered telling someone to charm it purple, maybe it was her. Finally a distraction.

Who: Fisher and William
What: Eyeliner Shopping
Where: Town
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: TBD


He had no reason to be nervous. So why was he nervous? William had come on a little strong, granted, but still. It wasn't like it was the first guy to approach him directly and want to hang out with him. James himself had shaken the floozy off his arm in that bar and gotten Fisher totally drunk. So why were there butterflies in his stomach? Maybe because William had asked him about his eyeliner, a trait that usually only received scorn and ridicule. Fisher was still getting used to such wide acceptance here.

He stood at the front gate waiting, wearing black jeans with knee high booths over them, a tee shirt, thermal shirt and sweatshirt (he got cold very easily) and a charcoal gray skull cap. It was brisk and hazy outside. He saw William coming from a ways away. Truthfully, it was hard to ignore the guy. Fisher's heart started hammering in his chest again. This wasn't a good sign. The last time he'd gotten this uneasy around someone, it had been James. And he had fallen hard for James. He didn't want that to happen again with someone else.

"Hey," he said, not waving because his hands were in his pockets.