The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ami and Reggie
When: Following this scene,
Where: Starting in the hallway
What: Ami caught Reggie kissing Arcelia and flipped her lid.

( Life is full of double-edged swords. )

Who: Arcelia and Reggie
Where: Reggie's room.
When: morning
What: Mutual comfort?

( Saturday had been such a good day and then Sunday arrived in all its horrible glory. )

Who: Reggie and Tatienne
When: Evening
Where: Reggie's Room
What: The siblings speak.

Tatienne had gotten the email from Reggie quite a while back. She had intended to reply but.. She simply couldn't think of what she wanted to write. She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know him at all. That wasn't to say that she hated him, but that wasn't to say that she felt any sort of kinship towards him either. She just felt.. nothing really, neither like nor dislike. It was all still up in the air. Just because he was family, blood, didn't mean that she had to care. And the fact that her father had left her for his mother, well, let us just say that that did put a slight damper on their potential relationship.

But that didn't mean that she wouldn't put forth a little bit of effort to at least get to know him before she decided if she cared about him or not, before she answered his question as to whether or not she hated him. And it was the decision that she would give him a little bit of her time before judging him that led her to be where she was right now, standing outside of his room in the boys' dormitory.

Mathieu was with the nanny, as he should be, just in case things went bad. And she knew that Reggie was inside the room because she could feel him there, just as easily as she could feel her father, or any other member of her bloodline, whenever they were around. He was resting. The sound of his heart wasn't beating quickly enough for him to be doing anything else. A pale hand reached up to knock upon the door softly, a few raps given in warning before she just opened the door. He was alone. She knew that too. And hopefully decent, not that that really mattered. The Laroque family didn't have quite the same sense of morality as a human family would.

( I will deal with him soon. )

Who: Davia and Reggie
When: Evening
What: Reggie has detention which means he has to put on a shirt and go out with Davia for pizza.

Things were still tense at home. She and Charlie had spoken, but the tension around their apartment could be cut with a knife and Davia wasn't certain when that was going to end. Of course that just made it that much nicer to get out of there tonight, even though she knew that she would probably spend most of the night thinking about the fact that Charlie too was out and wondering who he was out with and what they were doing and.. ugh, she really didn't care to think about any of those things. But if there was a single person that could perhaps provide a decent enough distraction, it was Reggie Skylar. The boy behaved as though he had little to no sense though he had far more than that and.. well he was fun to be around, even when he was being somewhat broody. But she had decided that neither of them was going to be brooding tonight. And if either of them started, well, she'd just have to come up with some way to get them to stop. That's all there was to it.

This was not a date, so she didn't dress as though she were going on a date but that wasn't to say that she didn't make an effort to look nice if for no other reason than to make Charlie question, at least internally, where it was she was going, and because it made her feel better about herself to look nice. Her blond hair was soft and fragrant, brushed until it shined like silk, and pulled up into a high and tight ponytail. She wore a white blouse that was tailored to fit her slim figure rather snugly and show off the curves of her form. If she were going on a date, she would have work a skirt, but instead, she wore a pair of jeans, nice ones of course, that too displayed nicely the curves of her body. She had on a pair of white K-Swiss tennis shoes and her makeup was minimal, a little lip gloss and a small amount of blush and some eyeliner. And of course she had on the perfume that Charlie liked, the coconut kind she had gotten from Bath and Body Works.

There wasn't really any conversation to be had between she and Charlie before Davia headed out shortly before sunset, jacket in hand, taking the tunnels to the educational building where her office was located and where Reggie was supposed to be meeting her to serve his detention. She arrived at her office just in time to watch the sun set from the window, something that always filled her with a certain degree of melancholy, before she forced that feeling away and focused instead on her computer where she sorted through a couple of emails while she waited for her companion for the evening to arrive.

( Reggie loves him some pizza. )

Who: Reggie and Davia
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Davia's office
What: Reggie has been a bad boy and needs to be punished!


( So if they distract you with all of their clothes on, just think about how much you probably distract them running around showing off those incredible pecs. )

Who: Reggie and OPEN(if anyone wants to endure a not so fun mood Reggie)
:Where: The Gym
When:Tuesday morning - 9AMish
What:Reggie went ape shit on his dad and needs an outlet.

(  I will spare your life, because you are my son, and for that reason alone. Test me, and I'll find your precious mother, and I will kill her. Not only will I kill her, son, I shall let you watch. )

Who: Reggie and Z
What:Chit chatting and foot massages
Where:The lobby
when:saturday evening 9:45ish



It wasn’t all that late, but Reggie could never sleep at night regardless.. Point in fact, at night was when he was always most active. It was like his brain worked in reverse. During the day he was as dead as a vampire(unless he was out on the football field) but then during the night is when he always came alive and wanted to prowl. The night had been okay, he’d gotten to talk to his sweet lips, was utterly amused by his conversation with Shizuka, and now he was off to go meet Z. A night that wasn’t going so great from the start now seemed to be getting better. At least tonight he had someone to hang out with for a while. Which was great. Reggie hated night, and not having anyone to talk to or hang out with. The reason why is because it gave him too much time to think, and in Reggies case, thinking was never a good thing.

So, while it was still early enough Reggie headed out of his room, and towards the lobby where z had said she was. He was still in his jeans that he wore to the party earlier that night, but as far as a shirt went.. Reggie never wore a shirt. He was shirtless, as always. He changed hats though, and was now wearing his 69 hat. It was his favorite number after all. Favorite position, and the number on the back of his football jersey. He grabbed his jacket, his letterman jacket form his old school and shrugged it on over his shoulders. The jacket was different, and not a shirt. He was proud to wear his jacket, even if this was a different school. The letter M on the front of his jacket, along with his football, and track symbol, and the three bars he had already gotten.

After putting his jacket on, he slipped into some house shoes (black suede slippers with some white socks on as well) then he grabbed a bottle of lotion, and headed out of his room. He walked down the halls, and made a couple of turns and soon ended up in the lobby. Having no clue where to find Z, he didn’t even know what she looked like just yet. He had an idea, but, well damn. There was only one way to go about it. Not knowing, he walked up a couple of feet behind her, and glanced around. Finally, he just shouted out really loudly. “ Yo Z, where you be at sweet cotton candy. ? “ he asked, and then he noticed that the girl in front of him had oink hair!! Oh snap! Pink hair! “ Wow, talk about some cotton candy, you got a whole head of hair full of it. Damn, I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look. “ He was crude, obnoxious, and straight up blunt. It was a good thing, as well as a curse. Charm, it got him exactly what he wanted at times, and others? Just got him into cow shit up to his knees in trouble.

Thursday- 9/20/07
Who: Reggie&Arcelia
When: Thursday Afternoon 4PM
Where: Arcelia’s room
What: Back massages and blow jobs?
CAUTION- might be some NC-17 action going

Today had been okay, Reggie had managed to stay out of trouble, imagine that! He’d chit chatted with a couple of chicks online, got out of his week detention by talking it out with that professor guy the day before, and now he had gotten an invite form one of the cute girls at the school, and it was for him to come to her room, and give her a back massage. Snapdiddy, that was the only thing he could say about that. A girl actually wanted him near her, and his hands on her body.

That was something, considering that Reggie had only ever been with one girl. That one girl was his ex girlfriend, Ami. Reggie had known her for many years, crushed on her when they were just kids, ten years old, point in fact. Finally around the age of thirteen the two hooked up, and Reggie fell for Ami instantly. He’d always loved her, he loved her from the moment he met her, when they were just ten.

She was his first, having shoved him down on the bed at age fifteen and taking it. Two years of being together, and they hadn’t done the deed. Blow jobs, Ami was a goddess at those, but within a minutes time of her mouth wrapped warmly and tightly around his “titanic” it was over. Bing, bang, and the titanic went down, or something of that nature. The inability to hold back, and contain himself always kept him feeling insecure about actually going through with sexual intercourse, especially knowing that Ami, had been with other guys before him, and during their times together. In knowing that, Reggie just always settled for blow jobs, and used the excuse that she was just so damn good with her mouth. That was until she got tired of waiting, and took it. Needless to say, Reggie didn’t complain one bit.

Reggie talked a good game, and came off like he was a big time player, Mr. Big baller, but in all honesty, he talked too much shit, and too many words right out of his ass. Sex with one girl, and a few blow jobs here and there from random skanky females didn’t make him a pimp daddy yo. He’d had his heart broken, shattered into many pieces, and going through that kind of hell again? Not something he wanted. Perhaps that was why he came off so crude, and obscene to every girl, his way of a protective self mechanism. If no girl ever got close to him, he’d never fall in love again, and never have to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart. Once was more then enough for Reggie.

All that aside, Reggie hadn’t had a blow job since before Ami left him. Ever since it’s been a towel, some porn, and a bottle of lotion. So he jumped on the idea of getting a blow job when it was offered, and why not? She was cute, and while Reggie wasn’t very good at many things, with his hands he was a pro. Years of beating the meat, one could suppose. Reggie even went as far as to take a shower, and, give himself a buzz job. Oh yeah, left them balls smooth as fruit smoothy. The question as to what he did with that mess, and where it ended up at, would be answered on another day.

He threw on a pair of gym shorts, Green bay packers, no shirt, and slipped into one of his pairs of Dcs. Heading out of the room he grabbed his baseball cap, the black one with the numbers 69 on the front of it, in red. He placed it on backwards, and at last he was on his way to room wing three, D-3. He made his way along without stopping or getting distracted. Once he reached her room he stood outside the door and took in a deep breath. He was a little nervous, but he’d never admit it. After a moment he raised his hand, and knocked. “ yo, open up, big Pimping is here to deliver. Boo-ya” He said and then laughed to himself as he waited outside of the door fidgeting with his hat, his shorts, and then his hands.

Who: Davia and Reggie
When: Monday Morning
Where: Davia's office
What: Davia hasn't even met her student yet and he's already in trouble.

Davia had not even met this boy and already she was going to have to have a serious talk with him. Reggie Skylar. This was not going to be easy for her. Not only did he seem incorrigible, he was also the son of a staff member. That made things infinitely more complicated. But she decided long before time for their meeting that she was not going to treat him any differently in spite of who he was.

Dressed in a rather nice pant suit that accentuated the length of her legs and the slight, lean curves of her body, she sat at her desk waiting for the student to arrive, passing the time by listening to a nice remix that one of the deejay's at the club where she had worked in LA had given her. Her eyes were closed as she envisioned the routine that could be done to this inside of her head, a pen set to paper scribbling notes though she wasn't looking at the page at all.

Who: Tatienne, Mathieu, and Reggie
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Yard
What: A familiar scent is in the air.

Mathieu wanted to play, and what Mathieu wanted, Mathieu got, even if Tatienne should have been inside of their apartment working on getting things unpacked, or overseeing their things being unpacked rather. But she left the men with strict orders as to where everything belonged, and all of the boxes were clearly marked so hopefully they would not mess things up too terribly. If they did, well, she would address it as she saw fit, but for now, she wasn't going to think of it.

"It's chilly out here." Tatienne's voice was always so soft, so smooth, almost monotone but not quite. When she spoke, she sounded shy and reserved, though underneath that exterior, she was anything but. She was demanding, calculating, and cold. That coldness faltered, however, when Mathieu looked at her with those lovely blue eyes of his. "I expect you to leave your coat on."

There was a play area in the building where Mathieu could have played, but that wasn't where he wanted to be. He wanted to play outside with one of his remote controlled airplanes, so she had taken him to the yard where there was plenty of room for him to run, and had let him go, after giving him a kiss upon the forehead, standing roughly ten to fifteen feet off from him simply watching him play. And then it happened.

The air around her stirred up a familiar scent, one that caused her to close her eyes and inhale deeply. She felt every hair on her body stand on edge and she opened her eyes to glance quickly around the yard. It smelled like... family. The scent did not belong to Tristan nor did it belong to her grandfather. She knew both of their scents by heart. Could it have been...?

"Mathieu!" She yelled, and then spoke in that same soft voice of hers once he turned towards her. "Do not move from this place. I will be right back." He nodded his head and then turned his focus back to his toy, and with reluctance, Tatienne moved from the spot, losing sight of him only for an instant as she followed the scent towards the East.