The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Johannes and Open
Where: Right outside the main entrance.
When: Evening
What: Johannes recites a bit of oral poetry.

The moon was waning and Johannes was transfixed by it. The change had come already. Tuesday night. Such an interesting day it had been. Now he was preparing for his masters arrival. His master deserved an epic in his name. Listlessly his voice carried out over the quiet night.

( Song for hades )

Who: Johannes and Shaye/Davia.
Where: Near Johannes's room.
When: Afternoon.
What: Johannes get frustrated with his violin.

Two minutes ago he was playing a Nocturne for Hades. It had been beautiful up until his fourth string had gone out of tune. Then it had sounded hideous. At least to his oversensitive ears. In fact, everything was sensitive right now. And it was pissing him off.

The sound of his violin smashing to pieces against the wall as he chucked it outside his room was much louder than his nocturne had been. Shards of wood went sailing down the hall in both directions. He would regret it later. It wasn't his best violin but it still cost a pretty penny. But for right now he was pissed. And itching. He struggled to remove his shirt as he roared out in frustration. He didn't like being tangled up.

Who: Mai (Open to everyone)
When: Friday Afternoon, around 3 PM
Where: TJS, Student Lounge
What: Mai is relaxing after settling in

Mai lounged back on a couch in the Student Lounge, lazily flipping through the latest issue of J-Pop Magazine. Her head moved in in time with the music blaring from her ear buds, loud enough that anyone passing within 5 feet of her would be able to hear it. She sang along softly with the chorus, and not caring what it looked like, air drummed along with one particularly awesome drum solo.

It had taken her three hours to unpack decorate her half of the room, now plastered with mini-posters of Japanese and Korean pop stars and actors, and posters from her favorite Atlus games. She had spent the most time organizing and laying out her favorite jewelry. It wasn't until she finished making her bed (covered with chibi plushes from numerous animes) that she realized she had missed lunch.

Now content, Mai skipped to the next song on her player, munching on the last chips remaining from her makeshift vending-machine lunch.

Who: Johannes and Jonah
When: Monday Afternoon
Where: Jonah's office
What: A meeting to discuss Johannes's episode.

This was two meetings with a professor in one week now. They were for different reasons though. This was to meet his sponsor which explained next to nothing to Johannes about what it was for. This was all very new to him and he didn't quite know what to expect. But if anyone could help him get into a class to control his seeing ghosts, it would be this man.

Knocking softly on the professors door, he waited with the normal apathy that ruled his life. It surprised many people that he could be so emotionless. A musical prodidigy with such passion for music. And yet to everything else he was numb. That didn't bother him though. Just everyone else.

Who: James and Johannes
What: While studying, James happens upon a mumbling Johannes.
Where: The library
When: 3 P.M.

After his accidental encounter with Erin for the second time, James decided it was time to do some studying. Which was why he found himself in the library, with a stack of books in front of him on all manners of things supernatural. He had a history on demons, vampires, various texts on lycans, and even some material on humans like himself with exceptional powers. All in all, he had quite a day prepared for himself.

As he browsed over a chapter on the extended life spans of most types of supernaturals, James was interrupted by a whispering in a corner, followed by some melodical tapping on a book cover. Glancing up from his own tome, he saw a man who appeared to be talking to himself as he read a book that James could not identify. James didn't want to be rude, and the man didn't appear to be all there, but he also wanted to continue his reading in peace, so he set his book down and kindly whispered "could you please keep it down a little?"

Who: Johannes and Katie
Where: The tunnels
When: Midnight
What: Johannes is in trouble.

He didn't know where he was, but that didn't matter. She was back. She was after him. He had to get away. He thought he was done with her. That she would have stayed at the manor and he wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. But she was back. He had woken up and found her standing over his bed, blood dripping from the hair that covered her face. Blood dripping down gashes all over her naked body. Blood dripping from...

There had been no time to think. He had leaped up and started running as fast as he could away from her. Somehow he had wound up in the tunnels. Now he had to get away. But it was useless. Around every corner, there she was, standing there. Drip, drip, drip, always dripping. Always covered by that hair. She wasn't more than seven, but she was the most terrifying thing he knew. Still he tried to run. It was all he could do.

As he rounded a corner his foot caught beneath him and he tripped. He slammed into the wall back first and wound up curled into a ball. For a moment all he could hear was his own breath. Then drip. Drip. Drip. He stayed curled until it was right beside him. Right on top of him. Until he could feel wetness on his hand. And then he screamed.

Who: Johannes and Ophelia
When: Midday
Where: Music room
What: Instruments are awesome.

Ophelia searched for the music room, still determined to learn how to play the drums. An unusual event or two happening to her recently did not stop her from upholding her promise to Simon. They had a band to start, after all! This morning found her immersed in a 'how to play the drums' book and she brought it with her just in case she needed it. She tied her hair back before finding a drumset and sitting at it, nerves flooding her and she had no idea why. She doubted she had any talent to play this instrument although she needed to try it out in order to determine that.

The drumsticks felt heavy in her hands, the pedal harder to press than she thought. Ophelia tried a simple beat hitting the highhat and the bass drum (not at the same time, but keeping it steady and coordinated was difficult). Her determinated side would not let her give up so easily. Soon she was lost in the world of beats and wondered how on earth she'd manage to play the drums as well as sing. It seemed very difficult except after years of experience. Just as an experiment, she tried to sing Twinkle Little Star with her playing and messed up halfway through it.

Probably too advanced for her just yet. Her cheeks warmed for no reason before she continued to play. Ophelia had never considered a musical path in life and even though playing in a band with Simon seemed like it was just for fun, it could boost her confidence. Having green hair helped, as did wearing a nice little black dress at the New Year's Eve party. She was back in a sweater, one that fit her more and was surprisingly warm given its thinness. Playing had her so focused that Ophelia didn't realize someone else entered the room.

Who: Summer and Johannes
When: Friday 1/4/2008
Where: Outside grounds
What:  Sebastian meets Johannes, Johannes wishes he hadn't

"Okay boy, you ready? No, are you READY?" the latter emphasized 'ready' brought a play-bow out of the terrier, which is what Summer wanted. She launched the pink tennis ball as hard as she could in a far direction. Which wasn't actually very far, since she was not athletic whatsoever. She'd always been last pick in gym class. Sebastian took off after the ball like a shot, and she grinned.

Then someone rounded the side of the building, directly in the path of the incoming ball. The smile vanished from her face, and she mentally cringe. The pink ball flew past the man's head a second before Sebastian barked, coming inward at top speed, not quite a foot off the ground.

Who: Johannes and Open
When: Mid day (around 1 o clock)
Where: The Grounds
What: Johannes has his own New Years ritual.

He knew he was crazy on New Years. There were several days where it was iffy, but on New Years, he knew his own ritual was outside of the norm. The fact that he was outside in 26 degree weather, playing a saxophone was proof of that. He wasn't even playing anything particularly good. He never did on New Years. Which was part of the ritual. Get out all the shit he might play over the course of the year in one feel swoop. Why he was outside? One year he'd started, and he just never stopped. Though once he went inside it wouldn't stop. For today, and today only, he could play anything he wanted, so long as it was terrible.

Of course he couldn't keep it up for long. His fingers grew cold quickly, and he was afraid his lips might stick to the mouthpiece. But since he wasn't playing anything good anyways, it didn't matter how much his tone might be off, or that he was blasting out squeaks and squawks every which way. He at least was standing far enough away from the school that he hoped he wasn't offending anyones sense of music. Or waking them up. With a final huff, he blew out a sharp altissimo note (amazed that he could even pull that off) and turned to trudge back to the school, wondering how everyone else was celebrating New Years. If they were like most people, he assumed a hangover might be involved.

Who: Johannes and Open
Where: The halls near the music wing
When: 3 A.M.
What: Johannes can't sleep

His skin felt like it was on fire. He understood this to be due to the oncoming full moon. He still wasn't quite willing to accept that fact yet. That he was a werewolf. No, not a werewolf, but a werelynx. He didn't even know what a lynx was until he'd been bitten by one. After his...shift, he supposed it was called, he'd done a little research. They were rare creatures. It was considered good luck to meet one. Some luck he'd had.

It had been close to two days now since he had slept. After packing up and moving to some school he'd never heard of to be a student amongst people he probably wouldn't relate to, and to be taught how to control his new circumstances. So long as he could continue to make music, that was what mattered to him. Which was what he was doing now. A school like this had to have practice rooms somewhere. He needed to clear his head. He needed to play.

Saxophone case in hand, he slipped through the halls, not noticing the newly found stealth he walked with. He was too busy fidgeting, trying not to scratch his arms. But he had no idea where he was going. And no one to ask either. He let out a soft sight, and stopped to scratch his head. He had to try to think. Hadn't he passed those lockers before?