The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Rez and Adam and possibly Ari
When: Night
Where: Ari's dorm
What: Drunken uncle comes for a visit

Rez was a mess after he left Lily's dorm. He couldn't go home, that was for sure. He didn't want the kids to see him this way, not that they had been awake, but still, he was in no condition to care for them right now. So he had called and had spoken briefly to Trevor who agreed to stay over with Charlie and keep an eye on the kids for him. After that, he had headed straight for a liquor store and had bought the biggest bottle of Jameson that he could find. It had been his intention to go to Finn's apartment once he had the booze in hand. But after he got to campus and had a couple of swigs out in the gazebo, he'd decided against that. There was one more person that he needed to tell about all of this and he wasn't too far off. And though he was already halfway on his way to lit and this could possibly be a bad idea or a bad time to do it, he was going to get it the fuck over with tonight so he had nothing more to dread in the morning.

Brown bag of booze in hand, Rez found Ari's dorm where Adam was still staying, at least as far as he knew. He knocked on the door a couple of times and then announced himself, "Hey, it's Rez. Adam here?" It was late, too late for visitors to the underage dorms, certainly, but he didn't care. He couldn't care about any of that right now. He just... needed somewhere to be other than by himself otherwise... Well Rez didn't really deal with things all that well on his own. Point in case was his state right now; tipsy, disheveled and tear-streaked.

Who: Frankie and Ari
What: What indeed...
Where: Frankie's room
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: Probably NSFW


With a bottle of cheap vodka in his hand and a zipped up hoodie covering his chest, Ari strolled his way through the corridors to Frankie's room. He wasn't really one to hold a grudge against someone, because that would imply that he cared about them and for the most part, he didn't. And any grudge he did hold was only to make someone's life miserable for his own amusement. So even though Frankie had called him a date rapist in the past, along with various other insults, he was on his way to her room with the veiled promise of a bj. If she delivered, cool. If not, he had no problem walking out of there.

Bare feet tapping impatiently on the cool floor, Ari rapped a knuckle on the other sprite's door and waited for her to open it. The vodka was just in case Frankie actually insisted on putting on her shitty movie while she blew him, to make it somewhat tolerable.

Who: Ari and Blake
What: A confrontational question
Where: Blake's office
When: Midday
Rating: R for Ari language


Things really hadn't gone like Ari had planned them, though to be perfectly honest he hadn't really planned too carefully. He had expected that his parents would hear from the school that he had died, would sigh in relief that they didn't have to deal with him anymore, and then go about their lives. Instead they had called up Hope in a panic and threatened to pull Ari from the place and completely flipped out. They had acted like, well... parents. And that confused the shit out of Ari.

He needed to talk to someone, and Cassidy was out, and Adam was out, and Hope was too attracted to him so she'd be thinking about grinding his dick the entire time, so there was really only one person left to annoy. Walking into Blake's office without so much as a courtesy knock, Ari plopped himself down in a chair and pulled out his phone, and started flinging angry birds. "I got another question for you," he said without looking up, as though Blake were a secondary reason for him to be here, and that they'd already been in the middle of some conversation.

Who: Cassidy, Adam and Ari
When: Early Thursday Morning
Where: Adam's room
What: Cassidy's scared of the dark

( A little known fact about Cassidy Jones was that she was terrified of the dark. )

Who: Adam and Ari
What: Looking for comeraderie in certain death
Where: Adam's room
When: Afternoon
Rating: R for language

There were very few things of which Ari was ever certain, but right now he was certain that he was going to die. He couldn't imagine surviving this. His lungs were full of fluid, breathing was impossible. Every inch of him was sore, and heavy, and even just rolling over in bed was exhausting. Breathing was exhausting. After three days of laying in his bed, throwing up and sweating and hallucinating from fever and shivering from cold, Ari had decided that this was the end. And when it was the end, you had nothing to lose, right?

So he rolled out of bed, pausing on the floor where he landed a moment before he forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly. He was bare foot, bare chested but had a thick fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His wings were lackluster, all shimmer gone from them. Every plant that had been filling his room, the vines along the wall and the flowers bursting with color, all were dead. And that was how Ari knew. His gait was slow, painstakingly so, and it took him ten minutes just to make it to the door. He blacked out a few times, leaning against the wall until his vision became clear again. Another five minutes to get to Adam's door, another pause to rest, and his hand feebly reached up and knocked, twice. Adam wouldn't come. Adam hated him, and he wouldn't open his door to Ari, and Ari would stand here and just die, alone, all alone, no one to even notice until this was all over and they needed to sweep him out of the hallway.

Tears started streaming down his face as he waited, blanket wrapped tighter around him, nose running in sickness and sadness.

Who: Ari and Cassidy
What: A birthday outing
Where: A feeding den
When: Evening
Rating: TBD

Admittedly, not that he would be admitting it out loud, Cassidy's new haircolor did make her look older. She looked pretty hot, too, but Ari didn't say so. He'd merely looked her over and shrugged indifferently when asked his opinion. Yeah, she looked good, but no sense in letting it go to her head. Still, his eyes did glance over the newly sixteen year old's form a few times as they rode in the taxi to the feeding den.

Truth be told, Ari was nervous about this outing. He had never been to a feeding den before, and some of the stories he'd heard were sort of gruesome and freaky. But then again, what wasn't gruesome about letting someone drink your blood? It all seemed prtty gross, but people always said that sex while being fed on was incredibly hot, almost like a high, and Ari was all about finding another good high. So he kept cool and aloof as the pair of them headed into Boston, as he paid the cab driver and strutted to the plain looking door on the side of a building and opened it, heading down into the darkness of the den.

( As though he wanted the stupid teens to go inside and figure out the hard way that they didn't belong... )

Who: Ari and Frankie
What: Shenanigans!
When: Thursday Afternoon
Where: All about campus
Rating: TBD


Oh, this was going to be so, so much fun. Of course if Frankie ever goty back to herself she would be all kinds of pissed, but right now this was just too damn good. Ari knew that teenage girls were as easy to manipulate as silly putty. He could probably tell Frankie all sorts of shit, make her believe anything he wanted, and she'd absolutely fall for it.

Stupid girls.

Because they were staying on campus, Ari had only bothered to put on a hoodie instead of a real shirt, the front only halfway zipped up. Leaning against the doorway, he rapped his knuckles on the wood, looking bored as he waited for her to come out.

Who: Cassidy and Ari
When: Night
Where: The Woods
What: Sex and drugs
Rated: NSFW

( You can make me a sandwich, woman. )

Who: Adam and Ari
What: Fightin'!
Where: First Adam's room, then Ari's
When: Early evening
Rating: F for FIGHTIN!!

It was going to suck, and Ari knew it was going to suck, and he was gonna do it anyway. And he kinda hated himself for it. So much of his self respect was flying out the window right now, but it was probably a necessary evil. Maybe. Standing in front of Adam's door, he was shirtless, barefoot, but at least he'd put on some pants. He raised his hand to knock, thought better of it, then grasped the doorknob and just let himself in.

He didn't go far into the room, not that he thought Adam would let him without tearing him to pieces. Shutting the door, Ari stood a moment, looking strangely awkward. He was never one to look awkward but he sure as hell did now. "I'm sorry," he said simply, looking right at Adam. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have said that shit." There, an apology. Sincere and tasting like acid in his mouth. "That's it." he added, giving a small shrug and turning to go.

( Get the hell out of my room. )

Who: Cassidy and Ari
When: Evening into Night
Where: Ari's room
What: Drama, drama and more drama.

( I don't need Clark Kent and... Johnny Bravo! )

Who: Cassidy and Ari
When: Afternoon
Where: Ari's Room
What: Harassing the sprite
Rated: Adult Content
Note: Aim Scene

( All men are about getting laid. Some just operate slower and less direct. )

Who: Ari and Cassidy
What: Talking and opinions
When: Right before her date with Adam
Where: Ari's room
Rating: R for language
Note: Aimscene

( Why are you in such a bad mood all the time? Is it because you're way too cool to ever be happy? )

Who: Ari and Cassidy
When: Evening
Where: Her dorm room
What: Lessons
Rated: NSFW

( Adam was a virgin till I got to him. )

Who: Cassidy and Ari
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Boston
What: Vandalism

Cassidy had promised him fun and she intended to deliver on that. There was a reason why she had asked Ari to accompany her. He struck her as the type that would like what she had in mind. And today was Sunday, the one day that she knew she could go and do what she intended to do and get away with it. Her aunt and uncle were never home on Sundays. They spent basically the entire day at church or with their "church family". Ironic considering that Saturday nights were usually spent with her uncle in a drunken haze and her aunt cleaning up after his usual two-day bender. Either way, it became very clear on the cab ride into Boston that she had a very particular destination in mind though she wouldn't tell Ari much about it, and he didn't really ask. Instead their time was spent trading quips and insults, Ari talking shit about Adam or him acting like he was quite disinterested or too cool for all of this. She had learned one piece of information along the way though. Ari was a sprite, not a fairy.

The cab arrived in what looked to be like a quiet, residential neighborhood. And it was. Cassidy instructed the driver to drop them off at the end of the block since she didn't want him to be seen directly in front of the house. The neighbors would think nothing of her being around. Sure, she hadn't been for a few months now, but she had lived there for years so she wouldn't be at all out of place. And if she knew her aunt, which she did, she would be too freaked out and ashamed to call the cops or anything after they were finished with the place.

"Thanks," Cassidy had remarked after Ari took care of the cab fare, and then she was off, leading the way through the pristine streets and manicured lawns to the back of a two-story house, blue and pre-fab, where she found the spare key to the garage entrance hidden under the same rock it had always been under. She unlocked the door and headed into the dark garage, flipping on a light to illuminate the space. It still looked exactly the same. Walking over to one of the shelving units on the side that her uncle used for storage, she grabbed a couple of cans of spray paint, tossing one to Ari.

Who: Ari and Adam, then Rez later on
What: Teens up to no good and gettign caught!
Where: School then Boston
When: Midmoring


( I don't really give a fuck, so long as we're gone. )

Who: Adam and Ari
What: Leaving campus
Where: Danvers
When: Late Wednesday afternoon
Rating: R for language


This was going to be fun. Ari had been itching to get the fuck out of this school, even just for a day, and Adam was a good enough patsy for a set of wheels. Plus, maybe Adam could be okay. He was easily bullied and he seemed to have something to prove and that was always funny, if not useful. So Ari was pacing around by the front gate, wearing a shirt for once. His wings felt weird being crushed against his back, but they needed to be covered up or they'd get lynched. Having an obscure, blurry video online was one thing. Having fifty people downtown snap pics of gay ass butterfly wings on a guy on their phones was something entirely different.

Seeing Adam finally coming, Ari slipped his hands into his pocket, smirking a little. "Bout fuckin' time," he said, half with amusement and half with annoyance. "You ready to shake off the shackles of this fuckin' establishment or what?"

Who: Ari and Frankie
What: Sass and flying lessons
Where: Outside
When: Mid afternoon
Rating: R for language
Status: In Progress

Ari didn't like looking like an idiot. Having stupid pretty fairy wings made him look stupid, and trying to put on shirts over those stupid pretty fairy wings made him look stupid, and now in flying class he looked stupid. Granted, everyone else was still learning and wobbly and falling on their faces, but that wasn't Ari. He didn't like looking stupid. So he was outside, shirt off and barefoot, hiding on a side of the school that didn't get a lot of traffic. There was a crowd of little critters gathered around watching him, most of them curious and seemingly skeptical.

Standing up on a tree branch, Ari looked down at the ground. Ten feet wasn't that far down. He'd survive if this attempt failed, like all the other ones had. Flexing his fingers, he swallowed, rolling his shoulders. He could do this. He had to do this. "Okay," he said to himself, spreading his wings and then he jumped. And landed hard in the dirt, barely gliding as he came crashing down. "Ow!" he growled, getting to his feet, wiping the streak of dirt off his chest. "Mother FUCKER!"

( Never claimed to be the guru of flight. )