The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Arcelia and Damien
Where: Arc's room
When: Later evening
What: Watching LotR 1 and fooling around a little.
Rating: Not too high.

( ''I think you could spoil me with all this cuddling and touching.'' )

Who: Arcelia and Damien
When: Evening
Where: In town and back in school
What: Their first date!
OOC note: Part 1 because it is too long. O_O Go us!

( But I think emotions are very important. It makes us human and not robots because screw robots! And zombies don't have emotions either so screw them too! )

Who: Daigo and Damien
When: Friday, late evening
Where: Some bar in the nearby city.
What: Damien delibrately broke a promise to Daigo and sneaked into a bar with a fake id he illusioned. Now, the kitsune has to do the walk of shame home.
Rating: PG for alcohol involved but may get more so

( Never tell a kitsune not to do something. They'll do it anyway. )

Who: Damien, Zevira
When: 7PM
Where: Dance stuido
What: Zevira practices her strength control in the form of yoga and meets someone new!

On Monday's and Wednesdays Zevira liked to practice yoga. It was a new habit of hers that she really enjoyed, thanks to the late-Fenrir. She'd only ever attended his classes a handful of times in the early mornings, but after he had started to give her advice she took it far more seriously. Sometimes, when she thought about him, she wasn't sure if she should cry or not. In her case, she hadn't exactly known him very well. He seemed like a misunderstood individual. The things she remembered about him, prior to meeting him in person where she had literally run into him, were not good. Everyone had been up in arms about the angry werewolf that roamed the school. Cassie had antagonized him and Zevira herself nearly got in trouble for it. But then they had met and he was more helpful than the Gemman had imagined.

Still, she did not know him enough to really feel pain. When that sort of thought dawned on her she always felt a little heartless. Why could she not cry for him? Zevira would have thought any death would strike her hard, especially her first one. No relatives had died before that she knew of, other than grandparents on her father's side who she was not allowed to meet. And then her Gemman ancestors were already dead or dying, far away on the other side of the country where her mother didn't want her going.

( Breathe deep and let serenity fill your soul... )

WHO: Lloyd Harris and Damien O'Malley
WHEN: Tues 4th, after classes
WHERE: Lloyd's office
WHAT: Damien's mother requested extra tuition for her bebbeh! Lloyd just has to break it to him.
RATING: PG most likely.

Lloyd was nervous in his own office. He'd barely been here three days and already someone had read his palm, almost frozen him to death and hugged him. Lloyd was not a hugger. Nor was he used to this amount of problems in the school as a psychologist - however he was happy for the distraction of actual teaching. That made a change. Damien O'Malley's mother had requested her son receive private tuition in demon control and Lloyd was more than happy to oblige. It wasn't very nice though - having to go about in secret. He had no idea how Damien would take it.

Who: Daigo, Damien
When: 5:30PM
Where: Daigo's room
What: Daigo, leaving his door open, meets Damien
Rating: PG

Track had been some workout today. Daigo was glad to get on his feet and running, moving, exercising. When he worked for the company he'd gone for jogs in the morning. Now he saw himself only jogging because he had put himself on the team. He was glad for making such a move. Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a green towel around his hips after quickly shaking it through his hair and running it over his skin to absorb the most of the water, he wandered around the dorm. Without a roommate he didn't see much need to hide.

He dressed quickly, pulling a button-up shirt over his shoulders but leaving it open. His slacks were button and zipped and he went to the door. Getting some fresh air in the room would be nice. The air outside the window was too cool to open the window itself, so the door would do.

Perching himself on his bed, Daigo sighed comfortably and leaned back with a book cracked and held in his hands. People walked by the room outside, going to and fro, but Daigo didn't pay much mind to them. His book was far more entertaining.

Who: Fisher and Damien
What: Retrieving stolen goods
Where: Damien's room
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: PG

Fisher was tearing his room apart. How could he have lost it?? Some fiance he was! James' ring, his father's ring, was gone. He could have sworn it was on his desk, right next to his laptop when he'd gone to take a shower. When he'd come back to put it on, it was missing. It hadn't fallen behind the desk, it wasn't underneath it. For that matter it wasn't under the bed, or mixed up in his backpack, or in the laundry pile by the closet door. It was just gone. "Fuck," Fisher cursed, standing in the middle of his room in his boxer shorts, practically tearing his hair out. James was going to kill him. He had lost his ring.

Jack floated in though the wall, her long blonde hair dangling around her face. "I lost it," Fisher told her frantically, running his hands over his hair. "I lost my engagement ring. It's gone! James is gonna be so hurt... how the fuck could I lose it?? Ugh, worst fiance ever." Jack twisted a long lock around her finger. "You didn't lose it," she told him. "Someone stole it. You left the door open a little, and some Japanese boy walked in here and grabbed it. He looked really impressed."

Fisher stared at her a moment, shocked. Then he sprung into action, pulling on his shirt and Tripp pants, then stormed down the hall, his chains jangling. Jack followed close behind, looking nervous. Fisher looked very annoyed, and she didn't know what he was going to do to the boy.

He went directly to the new guy's room, since he was the one of the only Japanese guys here and the ex businessman hardly seemed the type. Pounding on the door, Fisher crossed his arms, waiting for Damien to answer. "Give it back!" he said fiercely, as soon as the boy's face appeared in the doorway.