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Post by Mila on Dec 4, 2012 19:24:09 GMT -5
08:04:37 Jacinth Having spent yesterday dealing with the werewolves deeper wounds, Jacinth had eventually retired to a strether on her own. Maybe she would have been better off finding her way back to her bedroom, but the woman was exhausted. That, was where she was found that morning, woken by a student seeking some advice. The timid young girl was bright read, and exceptionally apologetic. "No, no sweetheart..." And yaawwwwnnn. She lifted her hands to her mouth, then slid off the bed, landing quietly. "Here, here...come along." The nurse that seaped both beauty and motherly kindness placed a hand on the youths shoulder, leading her to the privacy of an examination room, and sat her down. It wasn't long before the kindly nurse had it all figured out, and was advising the girl that she was experiencing the transition into womanhood. Supplying the necessary goods, she smiled, and told the girl to take it easy, and just be in tune with her body so she knew what was going on. The standard of what was typical, and what could be expected from being on your period following, and then she was sent off to her classes, leaving Jacinth to slip out of the examination room, a hand lifting to her mouth. Hoboy, she wanted to go change, and look fresh for the new day, rather than wearing her previous outfit. Gnawing on her lip, she'd peer around. Would she have time to slip out? It appeared no one else yet, had shown up to get on for the day. Knowing her luck, she'd run off, and there would be only a half a billion people come in complaining of something. So, for now, she sat, legs crossed. She could wait, but not for long. She could only tolerate a day minus a shower for so long. Or a day in the same outfit, that too, irked her. It made her feel dirty, much like the way she felt her hair didn't hang quite right. It was one of the few things that this woman was superficial about. Otherwise, she wasn't girly Then agan. Did you have time to be girly in a job where you could easily be exposed to god knows what and who knows what?
08:12:37 Maebh cracked her left eye open, the right being held tightly shut. The morning light in the winter was always the worst. A low groan rumbled in her throat as she rolled over onto her opposite side. It had been too late to doze back off, however. Mae stretched +while she lay, and wiped the sleep from her eyes. The bed she left in was enormous, and she sat up and examined how the majority of her blankets hadn’t shifted while she slept. She scooted herself to the edge of the bed and slid a pair of slippers onto her feet. The floors were bitter on bare feet in the winter as well. Her morning routine would start: shower, other hygiene details, and hair and makeup. Her outfit, like many, remained simple. A moss green hooded sweater worn over an ivory cami, a black skirt, and dark grey knit stockings. She slid on a pair of flat, knee-high boots and shuffled out of her room, locking the door behind her. Her stomach pushed her towards the dining area for some coffee and perhaps a piece of fruit. The halls were beautiful in the mornings, with the angled sunlight beaming through window panes at the ends of the long corridors. It was more peaceful than usual on her walk, until she rounded a corner at the top of a stairwell and bumped into a random student. An exchange of nervous, mumbled apologies and Mae smiling and brushing the event off, and then she was on her way again. There were more students found in the dining area as she entered, and the smell of breakfast filled her senses and brightened her smile. Quickly she found the coffee, smiling and greeting fellow staff and students when the situation presented itself. After she poured herself a cup, her bright blues checked out the room for a gathering of faculty to sit with. It was appropriate to sit with faculty rather than fraternizing too much with students. Holidays it had been different for those that stayed behind, as for a Christmas meal, students and faculty sat together. Today, though, Mae sat down with some other faculty members and engaged herself in some light conversation as she sipped her hot coffee carefully. <e>
08:24:19 Jacinth Waiting eventually turned into pacing, and well, her walking out. Better not be much reason for her to be there, 'cause anyone going looking? Would be greeted with a very quiet infirmary. Her first trip was to the dorms, to grab herself something else to wear, then off to shower. There was no way she was going to deal with feeling like her skin was crawling any longer. The shower was bliss, and maybe a little longer than the petite brunette nurse had intended, but she came out in a soft taste of cucumber melon. Appealing, and unlike most women, it was something you had to get close to her, to smell. Once dressed in an appealing, body formed, thigh-length black and white striped v-necked dress, the youthful nurse went out. Why the hell not, let's get breakfast, too. Lifting a hand to cover another yawn, she went off towards the Hall. As always, kind enough to greet and wiggle her fingers at those who passed her, she slipped in. The smell of breakfast was there, but she couldn't bring herself to enjoy it that morning. She just felt, generally...off. Trailing up towards the faculity table, she arched a brow as she looked towards those there, then sat down, her legs crossed, hands gathering herself a small breakfast. She didn't eat much, at least, not for breakfast. She really should, as that's suppose to be your fuel for the day Tapping her foot in the air as she lay some apple jelly on her toast, her eyes landed on the fellow health faculity, and casually, she'd open, "It's been busy in the infirmary." As if, to hint and question where she had been. Jacinth wasn't rude about it, more so curious, than anything else. Her, rude? That was damn near impossible to achieve. You had to do something major, to see any flicker of temper from this little healer. Poking a sausage, she began to cut it into little slices, fork idly feeding her. She might as well enjoy it, if she were to remain sitting there. How long she planned on staying there, was another story. She was just as content to sit back in the infirmary, and do her work. Outside did have a calling, however.
08:42:28 Xarissa Well, well...well. Where was she? She was in the library, of course! Humming as the little were did, oh yes...turn all the books in the mystery section around. Their spines inwards, so you couldn't read what book you were picking out. Making it a real mystery, as to what book you were picking. How long she'd been at it, well, who knows. Xarissa had respect for books, so don't don't go saying she did this out of dislike for them. Nope, she did it for amusement. Finishing her little prank, Xarissa went and flitted out of the library, nowhere near as quick as she had come in the first place. She didn't want to look suspicious! Although, like, no one was there, so, it really didn't matter, now did it? She'd also dropped off the book she'd borrowed the other day, on the desk, then made her way out to go and get her jacket. Her morning intentions were to head to the forest, and explore. At least until she had classes, that was. With no interest in breakfast, she skipped the hall and it's breakfasty smell, drinking it in as she went. Taking a deep breath, she almost turned and went in there, rather than heading right on outside. She didn't waste any time once she got out there, her prints left in the snow to show where she'd gone. Straight across the courtyard, and into the forests edge. There was no attempts to run off today, nah. She was just wandering, exploring. Enjoying herself. Drinking in the serene silence of the morning, drinking in the cold air that stung her lungs. The silence though, was what she was out there, after. That, and a stretch. Should anyone join her? They wouldn't be shooed off. The company might actually be welcome. However, for now, silence it was, following her feet to weave around the large trunks, and gnarled roots. No slipping, nothing like that. She had her feet today. She was tired of, looking like a clumsy fool, after all. Thrusting her bare hands into the pockets of her jacket, she scuffed the snow beneath her feet, and kept on going. Maybe she should have gotten a hat, her ears already stung. Although...that she could deal with.
08:43:59 Maebh would occasionally grin to herself as she overheard some of the conversation going on at other tables by students who more, well, “vibrantly” held conversation. She had gotten lucky with this batch of coffee; it hadn’t sat too long and became more like black tar than a beverage. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat and aroma as she sipped slowly. A voice, commonly heard throughout the infirmary, spoke out to her. Even with her eyes closed, Mae was aware that she was being addressed. Therefore, her eyes shot back open and she looked to Jacinth. Her brows rose at what she had been saying and Mae cleared her throat before her response, “You’re right, I saw that. I mean, I looked at progress notes and such. I must apologize for my absence. You’ve probably been buried in work.” The other nurse wouldn’t be able to explain her reason for being gone, but she did mean her apology. Luckily, she had gotten up to speed on the going-ons of the infirmary.
08:44:20 Maebh documentation requirements. It was only right, to make sure that every bit of treatment was well documented in order to avoid later complications. “Is there anything I could help you with? Are you caught up on everything? I plan on working on some inventory whenever I’m through here, so if there’s anything else you think should get done I’ll be more than happy to take over.” Mae, too, was very kind natured – almost to the point of being a doormat. She had been extremely forgiving and compassionate. She could set boundaries, however, whenever it came to her profession. Healthcare was a place where she could really buckle down and “strap on a set”. The woman watched Jacinth pick at her food, reluctantly consuming it. She felt the same way. Caffeine was the only thing on her menu lately. <e>
08:52:09 Jacinth "It's fine. It's been keeping me busy, which, isn't necessarily a wrong thing, sweetheart." She smiled, that angelic, calming smile that Jacinth had been born with naturally. It was fitting to her. "It's fine, it's fine. Don't worry, I was just curious as to where you've been. I've gotten a few breaks, and that might not be a bad thing. I'd probably break a hip if I went out there." Rich was the chuckle. Jacinth wasn't that clumsy, no. Although, outside, it might be another story. Her shoes had no traction, and the chances of her wearing her winter boots outside were slim. Usually she was goig from the infrmary, straight outside, or wherever it was that she might possibly be going. "Most of it though, has been students trying to get out of classes." She grinned, sly. "I've got the easy fix to that. 'Oh, dear, I'm going to have to take some blood samples.' Unless they're actually sick, they run off pretty quick. There was one cheeky boy the other day." He couldn't be blamed really, look at Jacinth. She was drop dead gorgeous, and a nurse. She was the epitome of wet dreams, right there. "It's all up to date. There's been luls in it, and well, I get nit-picky. I almost don't want to leave, with the snow out there. There's already been a student come in with a break. That's solved though." She waved her hand, lips curling upwards. "Hopefully though, people will be careful, and students will stop trying to get sneaky. Don't they know that they're just going to be sent out, and probably get in trouble for missing part of the class anyways?" Jacinth definitely didn't write notes, if they were faking. It was another story if they were actually sick. "Enough about the busy place. How are you, sweetheart?" Chatty cat. It wasn't her fault! She rathered conversation, over pure silence.
09:02:47 Patrick : The little Fae had lost all track of time. 'Wake up, Patrick!'. Then something hit him through the protection of his blankets. 'You ready for Kohen's first exam?'. THe little Fae strirred a little bit and slowly emerged from beneath the sheets. His hair was was all over the place. Bed head hit him like a brick wall. "Yeah... Descartes theories of knowledge are easy..." he yawned and stretched. "I don't have that class for another hour!" he said, a little angry. Upset that his roommate woke him up so early. With a sigh, the little fae slowly got ready for the day. Uniform on. Hair, tamed. A yawning Patrick would walk out of the Arcadian house with his roommates. "Hey. I'm going to get a smoke first..." he gave his roommates a lazy wave before he headed outside. As he walked out, he saw Xarissa not too far ahead. Ah! His little buddy! The little Fae stuck a cigarette in his mouth and went to light it up. Taking a long drag, Patrick moved to follow her. She was always up to something, wasn't she? Maybe she figured out a way to get past the barrier! Or maybe she was just wandering off. Regardless, Patrick opted to follow her. "Oi! Xarissa!" the little Irish kid's voice would be heard as soon as he felt he was close enough. And he would move to catch up to her. "Mornin" he greeted her once he caught up with her. A long drag of his cigarette and he exhaled through his nose.
09:05:43 Maebh had started off smiling at what Jacinth was saying, then that smile grew into a light laugh. Her laughter sang out with a light twinkle, much like a silver bell, actually. It wasn’t too much, it had a bit of a rasp to it, as did her voice. Along with that, she had that Irish accent. It had been thicker once, but now that she had gotten intermingled with other people with different ways of speaking, her accent was more subdued and she did what she could to control her slang. “I remember those days. I would drink really hot water to fake a fever. What surprises me, though, is that the classes these students are taking are not easy by any means.” Mae leaned forward some. “It’s more of a burden to miss one than a blessing.” She shrugged. Indeed, Jacinth was beautiful. Maebh envied her beautiful hair. Of course, her fiery red hair had haunted her. It didn’t have wild curl to it, luckily. But it did bring freckles – oh, those freckles! In her opinion, the only thing Mae had going for her were her eyes. They were her mother’s, and the only thing the woman remembered of her ma. She continued to listen to Jac, ejoying the conversation and company as well. “I’m doing alright. This winter is turning out to be a beautiful one. I agree with you, I hope these students try to be more careful. It feels as if a century has passed since I had been that reckless, though it hasn’t been too long.” The students surely had personalities to them, and she enjoyed observing them at times, remembering how quickly things can change. The nurse chewed on the corner of her cheek absentmindedly, then remembered something, “Have you heard anything about the Yule Ball, yet? I’m not sure if a date has been set or not.” It had been something she looked forward to, actually. <e>
09:08:07 Xarissa To say she wasn't in her own little world, that was quite the lie. She was indeed, off in her own little world. Wandering aimlessly, with no real destination. At least, so long as that destination didn't lead to the screaming sirens again. She was still paranoid and careful about that. The memories weren't nice. She didn't hear, nor register Patrick's call in her direction, not until he was beside her. Then it was kind of funny. Xarissa nearly hopped out of her skin, her beautiful oceans huge. "Oh, Patrick! Don't scare me like that!" She gave him a little nudge, then grinned. "How's the pseduo-dragon?" Mocking the fact that he had blown smoke out of his nose, of course. She pursed her pale lips, then danced ahead a step or two. "What's on your plans?" Aside from, being outside, spending time with the little lost wolf. Halloween party, Red Riding Hood, that would have been hilarous. Ah well, she had something else to look for, when it came to dressing up. Surely there'd be another dance, or party, or something before Christmas.
09:14:55 Jacinth The school was full of various accents. Where the other nurse had Irish, Jacinth had Greek. It was still quite strong too, and rather unique amoungst the school of British tongue. "I never did anything out of the ordinary. My parents would have found out, and it would have been the belt buckle and coarse sand for me." She was entirely serious. There was nothing more painful than kneeling on coarse salt. She'd rather be beat with the buckle, rather than that. Not only did it embed itself in your knees, but if you moved, it was agonzy. Once it started to cut in, well...there was the whole slat in the wounds effect. And lastly, you'd been kneeling for so long, that getting up, was damn near impossible. "I don't think I'd ever want to miss a class, here." Countless times, Jacinth infact, had done her best to keep students out of trouble, to let them avoid grunt work, or lashes. She did her best, and one day, that would bite her in the butt, but that was ok. She'd cope, if it meant saving a few few behinds. "The winter is quite nice. I've always been a fan of the snow. I'd give anything to get out there and go skating. It's one of my favourite past-times for winter. That and gingerbread with brown sugar syrup...and snowball fights." To believe this dainty woman liked to have snowball fights, had a bit of humour in and of itself. "Well, if they aren't, they'll come to us, we'll patch them out, and they'll be back again. As long as they're having fun, I'm happy for them." She swayed her legs, as she finally, finally finished up her breakfast, and went to sip at her cooled tea. She was use to drinking it cold, never having the time to sit down and properly enjoy it. "No, I haven't...I'm not missing this one, though, and I am definitely sweeping myself up one of those teachers to play arm candy for." Joking, joking! Although, Jacinth would enjoy going with someone. "How about you, excited for it? Hopefully one of the older ladies don't mind taking the infirmary, so us not so old girls, can go and have a night of Cinderella or Swan Princess."
09:25:02 Patrick blinked, as she jumped, scared... Surprised. The little fae smiled at the whole ordeal."Scare you? Only way I could have announced myself differently is if I sounded a trumpet..." he laughed a little, buuuuut! That would be a pretty cool thing to do. Sound a trumpet when he walks into a room... annoy the shit out of certain people. "But, I'll make sure not to scare yeh, again" he said with another slight chuckle. Another long drag and exhaling through his nose. Next, she commented on it. Psuedo Dragon? That was actually pretty cool! Patrick The Dragon. That would be pretty cool. "Pretty cool. I have the wings. Just have to make them less dainty... Still working on that bit" he joked. It would be pretty sweeeet. "I'm not up to a lot. Got some other things to do for class... and of course..." he took a long drag of the cigarette and exhaled through his nose again. "What about you, Xarissa? What sort of grand plan do you have?".
09:29:44 Xarissa "Oh, please no trumpets." Her cold hands went up and over her reddened ears, as if to brace herself for should he somehow sprout a trumpet and blow the horn in her ear. "I doubt you even know how to play a trumpet!" Incoming secret. Xarissa can play the piano. Her step parents were adamant that she be 'useful at something,' and since the evil step mother was proficient at piano, Xarissa was made to learn. It wasn't something she shared, as she had no room to play. Slipping into the music rooms might not hurt one of these times she got a craving to belt out piano remakes of songs originally on guitar, drums and all those silly things. "I'm sure we could mount scaley wings on your back, and there you go, dragon! Or you can be a fairy dragon." She giggled a little bt at that idea. "Hm, not much. Already did the only thing on my mind. Hopefully you don't want to find a book in the mystery section of the library, as it really, truly, is a mystery as t what book you're pulling out. Other than that, classes, classes, and maybe attending supper. I want to build a snowman at some point, today." At her childish admittance, she kicked the ground again.
09:41:16 Patrick didn't know how to play a trumpet, but it wasn't supposed to be played. More along the lines of just blaring the instrument anytime he wanted to announce his enterance into a room. "Hey! That doesn't matter. I just need to make Trumpet noises. Be all noisey and styff<i?I>". Patrick could play <I>some instruments. He went to a Catholic school. Violin. Piano to a slight extent. Instruments weren't his thing, anyway. Patrick would always retreat from reality and watch television. Not a lot of instruments to be had there. Xarissa's words reminded him of that Mitch Hedberg Joke, about the Mystery section at the library. That, more than anything else would cause him to laugh. "I don't think I ever will. As much as I would love to figure out what happened to Nancy Drew on her latest adventures" he joked with her. "Snowman? That sounds fun!". "If you need any help with that, let me know, I would love to help you..." he said with a chuckle. Another long drag of his cigarette. No more drags to be had. It was spent. He used his slight fire elemental powers over it to burn it away completely. "How was the full moon, by the way?" he asked as he stuck his hands in his pockets.
09:42:07 Maebh nodded as she spoke of her punishment. Mae remembered those days as well. For her, however, it involved scrubbing the house without a brush, cloth, or anything. She was to use her bare skin on her hands, fingernails, etc. Her knuckles and hands ached at the thought. Mae grinned at Jac’s comment about patching the students up and sending them on their way, usually to just do whatever they did before all over again. “Fixing things is what we do. I still find it the most enjoyable thing I can do for others.” Her thoughts went back to her question about the Yule Ball. She was excited to see how everyone would look: who would be the classier type, and those young girls whose dressed we lacking in the fabric department. Then she wondered what she would wear? When Jacinth spoke, she smiled. “I think the infirmary will be fine without us. I hope to not become a complete wallflower during the evening. “You’ll be able to spin around on the dance floor with whoever you want,” she smiled again and continued, “Anyone that you’ve got your eye on?” Her smile turned a bit devilish as she arched her brow and narrowed those oceanic eyes. Unfortunately, Maebh hadn’t interacted too much with staff as she had with students on a daily basis. So, she doubted there’d be anyone interested. Plus, the women on staff here were gorgeous. Though she had been a petite, graceful woman with a stellar hourglass shape, she didn’t shove her looks in other’s faces. Though she practiced showing off what features she had, Mae always reminded herself to be tasteful, with consideration of the students. <e>
09:46:38 Xarissa "Noo, no trumpet noises!" Xarissa whined, and the little blonde clasped her hands against her ears, hissing at the burn of cold skin experiencing touch. She bit her bottom lip, then let her hands off gently. Xarissa, she hadn't had a choice in learning piano. It was learn the paino, or get in trouble. Boy had her step parents hated her, especially when they learned she wasn't normal. The sooner they could get rid of her, the better, even if it had meant lying to get her here. "I don't think you'd be able to find Nancy Drew in there, not with the way the books are organized now!" This was something that no one would likely find out about, so, she had no problem doing it. And telling Patrick? Well, she doubted he'd go leaking her little game to anyone. "After classes then, we'll meet out here, make a snowman, then see how long it takes for you to get out of the snow?" Wait, what, turn him into a snowman! Well, kidding. Of course, that would be a rather funny joke. "It was, uh...moonish." She shrugged, unsure how else to describe it.
09:53:08 Jacinth Her parents were stict, they just wanted their daughter to be the best, so they could sit home and be lazy on their asses, and get away with constantly being drunk. It was a personal issue that, she was still struggling to work things through. She had managed to get away from them for the most part. There was the occasional time that they tried their damnest, to demand that she do more, for them. Shaking the thought out of her head, she shifted to lean her elbow on the table, hand settling against her dainty neck, slid through her hair, trapping rich chocolate locks. "Mm It is nice. Especially watching them walk out, with a smile on their faces. I feel bad for those who require a bit more treatment rather than a single day. They live." She knew that, she seen several through the school, and often tended to check back up on the students. "It better be. I would hate to be in a stunning dress, and nursing wounds." She'd still do it, though. "If all else fails, I'll grab you and drag you out." She winked. It might be amusing, this dance. Jacinth already looked much like a student, being as young as she was. She'd probably look even further one, stepping in there. Thankfully though, most people knew the difference by now "Anyone I have my eye on...Well, maybe. I'm not sure. I think I'll wait and see who comes to me." That might be interesting, and if no one? Then she'd step out of her shell, and go find herself a suitor to be twirled by, and to flatter. Drawing on the table with her finger, she thought. "It'll all go well, no doubt. I wouldn't fret about it, and if everything fails, we'll go be the dangerous duo of nurses." Girls could go with girls as friends. It happened all the time.
09:57:56 Patrick : "Ooookay. No Trumpets. I got it..." he laughed a little bit. Xarissa had mean step-parents, Patrick grew up in a Catholic house. Went to a catholic school. That alone should be enough to mess the kid up. Catholic Schools were scary. However, because his father was always drunk and abusive, it caused Patrick to become the weird little kid that everyone here has come to love. "Oh dam. I guess I'll have to get the Hardee boys in on this. I know they've been wanting a crack at Nancy Drew... and this is the best way for them to get in on this action" he laughed a little more. He wouldn't tell anyone about Xarissa's little game. Besides, with his reputation... most people chalked up everything he said to his being a crazy little kid who watched too much TV and Movies. "Wait... How long it takes!?" the confused little guy asked, then realized what she meant. "Hey! What's not cool, Xarissa!". Pouting. "I mean. If you want to make a snowman, that isn't covering me in snow. Theeeen that'll be great!". The little Fae would not survive long if he was covered in snow. "Anything exciting happen? I mean. You went full Were, right?"
10:07:05 Xarissa "No trumpets. Clarinets, tubas, - well, saxaphones, sure. I like those, but not right in my ear. No flutes, drums, french horns, or suzaphones, or however those are pronounced. And definitely, definitely, no instructors sticks." Wands! Haha...they could pretend they were having duels, if they hi-jacked the sticks and whatnot. That would be rather amusing. Something for over Christmas break, definitely, and to do in privacy. Then again, if you were having fun, who gave a damn what you looked like? "Don't forget..." She trailed off. Xarissa honestly knew jack-shit about mystery books. "Uh, that guy...in the trench coat...with the hat, and the face, and the legs...Sherlock Holmes!" There, she got one! Ah-ha! Wasn't she a smart little thing? Ehem, well, not really. Then again, she was a pretty smart cookie. "Yes, how long it takes." Alright, then she got herself caught on her little scheme. "It is cold though!" She ducked away, just incase, running ahead a few steps, then turning to face him. "Covering you in snow would be fun, and I mean...it's not like you'd get cold. Snow is warm, once you get packed in it. Igloos. Just think of it as a very, very personal igloo." Think of Canada, everyone there lives in igloos. Oh, and for those who believe it? Yea...don't. They live in houses. "Yea, it was mostly just a bunch of fighting and things." She shrugged. It was better than being caged, but...it didn't all come to memory.
10:23:22 Patrick : "The Saxaphone is awesome, though!" he said with a frown. "Bill Clinton can play the Saxaphone. Pluuus. It's soothing. It wouldn't be playued right up in your ears. But at a distance. Soothing. American Jazz is sweet" he said with a laugh. "Why no instructor sticks?". That was just a weird thing. He didn't get it. Xarissa was a confusing person to be friends with. WHat exactly went on in her mind? Luckily, Patrick was pretty crazy himself, so he could come up with all sorts of answers to that question. Sticks. Harry Potter. They would be Wiiiizaaards! When she struggled to remember who Sherlock Holmes was, he laughed a littlw when she finally remembered the name. "Ah yes. But you know. Sherlock is really quite the dunce. Really... It was Watson did really solved most of the crimes. Like in Inspector Gadget. Gadget himself never stopped much. Penny, was the one who did most of the actual work...". Laughter. "Right. But Igloos have space. Compacting snow on me would still make me cold! THe insulation is negated!" he poured a little. "I don't want to be an Igloo, Xarissa". WHen she vaguely talked about what happened in Werewolf Fight club, he sighed a little and shrugged. "That sounds neat". With a sigh, he shrugged. "Aaannnyyywaaaays... How are classes goin?" he assumed she started going back, since they got in trouble.
10:29:35 Xarissa She liked the sax, just not the suze. It was a totally different thing! "Whoever that is." She didn't pay much attention to over the seas, not unless she had to. "Well, 'cause...those things hurt when you get jabbed in the ribs with them." It did, especially when they got between them, and prodded the muscle that held the ribcage together. She reached to her sides, as if in memory. "I got, prodded enough from them...when I - Er, nevermind." Yup, she wasn't letting out that she had any musical talent whatsoever. "I wouldn't know. I don't like mystery that much, I'd rather adventure, or something scary, definitely." Her head bobbed, softly curled hair flouncing. The snow did something for Xarissa. Made the blonde actually look quite nice. It gave her a bit of colour, and with the colours she donned herself in, she looked like she could potentially head towards the way of snow queen. "Nahhh! You'd be toasty in there. We could bury you in your uniform, and you'd be sweating in there. Why don't you want to become an igloo? I need a home!" She chewed on her lip when he questioned classes. "Getting there, much more than I was. I still miss the occasional one..." Because sleep one. "Caught up though, after missing out all that. I swore it'd never happen."
10:31:07 [Sydney] The girl just had a way about her in how she moved. How she motioned. She was finesse personified. Her physique was pure, strong - sinew and muscles, while still allowing for a highly attractive and utterly alluring curves. Her body danced forward as she stretched her limber limbs, elegantly yet masterfully adept in what to do and just how to make her body pay. Like a feline, legs bent, then straightened, body bent forward at the waist, hands reaching down to the toes and holding as the woman, defined by the P.E uniform of shorts (well fitted shorts) and shirt worked out. Every morning before classes, she would be found here, at least during the winter. During the spring and summer, it was outside but now the snow had fallen, Sydney had taken into doing her exercise routine within the gymnasium. Jogging however was still done outside. With a fluid momentum she lowered completely to the ground to adhere to push-ups that were counted steadily in sets of ten at a time. Once she reached her amassed target, she lowered to the ground on her stomach then rolled over, working on her back, and stretching her legs, knees brought to chest, one first, then the other before she stood up once more. It wasn’t just to keep in shape, it was also because of the game. She wanted to be prime when season started, and Durusball wasn’t just running. It defined a number of various positions she could be in at any time. Sydney was nimble, quick, extremely agile and dexterous. Gymnastics helped her with spins and leaps, tumbles and the like. All of which came with the price of working her body hard. A slight sheen of perspiration covered her brow, while music in the background beat to a steady motion, keeping her pumped up and ready to start her day as she worked. She felt pent up. Closed in - her energy was rampant with a need to do something, other wise she may just burst, thus her focus became more apparent as she began to skip. Mahogany hair in a pony tail swished back and forth, while breasts rose and fell under the confines of her sports bra, her legs toned and sheen as the danced over the rope.
10:52:18 Patrick : "Bill Clinton... He's... Oh never mind" Patrick sometimes knew a little too much for his own good. Not because he read a lot about things, but because that particular president was a pretty funny character to reference/appear in various cartoons. Like in this episode of Family Guy. Oh, that was a good one. He ended up sleeping with both Louis and Peter. Man, Patrick loved that one. She talked about getting poked with one of those things? Weird. Patrick wasn't going to respond to that! Nope. Sure, he could talk about some very bad things that happened to him as a kid. But what would that accomplish? Nothing. It would only reveal a past that Patrick put behind him. Afterall, once he was out of here... he didn't have to deal with his family ever again! Dublin was a very big place. And as long as he didn't frequent pubs that his family would go to... He would never have to drudge up that part of his past again! "Mysteries can be pretty cool. But. I hear what you're saying. But I'm more partial to comics anyway... Or Sci-Fi!" he was about go off on another tangent before he stopped. No. Can't. "I don't think I would, Xar... Nor am I really interested in testing out what could happen". As she talked about classes, he nodded. "That's good! Classes aren't sooo bad". He stuck another cigarette between his lips and would light it up. Taking a long drag and exhaled through his nose.
10:59:11 Xarissa "He's an oh, nevermind? Alright. So long as he's not someone I'm suppose to know, or something, I'm good." Honestly, she really didn't pay much attention to the States. She'd hardly ever watched television, either. Television made her eyes hurt, with the strain to try to focus on it all. Perhaps it was the reason she was more apt to stick to her books. They didn't flash, and spin around, and do colourful things. Taking a deep breath, she'd dance ahead a few steps, with a twirl and a skip, landing with a playful little curtsey of her jacket. Just out of the blue, it was. One of those things that randomly strike you, that you absolutely have to do. "I figure them out too quick, unfortunately." She pouted, then shrugged gently. "Sci-fi makes me laugh. I can't get into it. I see the word alien and just give the book a blank stare, and shut it." Sliding her hands back into her pockets, she scuffed the snow again, kicking up a flurry of powdery, cold sparkles. "No? Well, alright." Finnee. She wouldn't turn him into an igloo. He could stay humanoid. "No, they aren't. It's just a matter of...well, either getting sleep when I'm suppose to, or not sleeping and going." Xarissa was too good at pushing her body. Imagine what she could look like without the dark, bruised eyes that showed off her tiredness? Oh, wait, we know how she'd look, 'cause she kept it covered up with light foundation. Ok, so, she did wear a bit of makeup.
11:15:22 Patrick : "Well. Knowing about other world leaders is always a good thing! Iiiii mean. It helps a balanced world view. Or something". Patrick loved Television, if that wasn't obvious. Mostly because it was a world that he liked more than his present reality. His reality had an abusive dad. And a dreary Irish-Catholic existence. Even if he was born into full-blood Fae Family. They were Staunch Catholic. His family made no sense. "Hey! Science Fiction is awesome! Extrapolation on relevant themes is one of the best part! A lot of them deal with the world being completely used up. And humanity having to leave. That's what Happened in Alien. And in Dead Space... And I think that's why the Humans in Firefly had to leave...". The kid blinked a few times. "Yeah. Aliens. Almost as absurd as werewolves and Faes, right?" he said with a laugh. Like that line from Firefly! When Wash said that mind powers came straight out of Sci-Fi. Then Zoe was all We live in a spaceship, dear. That was a good line. Joss Whedon is a genius. A long drag of his cigarette. "Well. At least you're going more... They are pretty anal about attendance" said with a nod, and laugh. "But. I hear what you mean. My Roommates woke me up an hour early today. Bastards".
11:21:24 Xarissa She just fluttered her long, dark lashes at him. Politcs. Bucket, please! She couldn't stand politics. They all just, they messed with her brain. She didn't care what old fogie was having an affair with what young woman, or what guy just sent a group of people to their death. "I...I dunno. I just can't find myself looking at myself, on Mars. Mars is...red, not for people. Red means danger, after all." Then he was listing more things she had no idea with. "Alien..? Dead Space...? Firefly?" She whimpered somewhat. Right over her head. She had no idea what they were, or what he was talking about. "We aren't absurd. We aren't all..." She flailed her arms in a bit of a wave. "Tentacly." That was the only way she could describe it. "And, we aren't all big headed, or skinny grey bodied." She bobbed her head softly. "Yea, I know." She kicked the ground again. "You know, both times, I've been told to clean, and both times, I've refused. I should maybe stop refusing to clean. Maybe then I wouldn't actually know." Face scrunched up, she sayed her arms. "That doesn't sound so bad. I hardly sleep at all, and having someone to catch me when I do, and wake me up? That wouldn't be quite so bad."
11:34:49 Patrick : "We're at Hogwarts, complete with Magical barrier... Really, it's hard for me to find anything unbelievable or bizzare these days" he said with a shrug. What? It's true. Just like how Wash thought that Telepathy was from Sci-Fi. They were in a Spaceship! It's hard think that way, when you live in a world many beleive to be imaginary and unreal! "Yes! Dead Space was a pretty okay game... but Alien was a great movie! And Firefly is amazing as well!" he wanted to explain why... but... he was pretty sure that would go over her head like everything else out o fhis mouth in ht e last few seconds seemed to. Poor kid. No one understood him! If only people could love TV as much as he did. "Not absurd? When the moon is full, you turn into something else. Some of our friends can turn into other creatures. Absurdity is a strange, when you live among the absurd" he said with another laugh. Then there was a long drag of his cigarette. Smoke came out his nose for a second. "We aren't any of those things, yet" he said with another laugh. Another long drag of his cigarette. "I wouldn't know. I never skip..." he said looking around. Losing track of time. Maybe he needed to get to class soon. "Right. Except they like to wake me up early just to annoy the hell out of me... Bastards". He would have to head back soon. Take a test. Deal with stuff.
11:45:04 Xarissa "Hog...warts? Why are we talking about hogs, with warts, now?" Her brow did lift, ever so softly. He really shouldn't talk too much about movies, and games, and things like that. She didn't even know there was a book based around a wizard and his adventures and troubles. Maybe she just hadn't picked it up. If she had, she'd be up with the know-how, wouldn't she? "I've never played a game, or watched a movie," Xarissa admitted, rather blankfaced. Now, that made her look and feel stupid, now didn't it? Something that most young people did on a daily basis, she'd never done once. "Yes, when the moon is full, I turn into something else, but...well, I..." She couldn't explain that. He had her caught there. "You sprout wings," came the mousy voice, as she drooped her head. "Well, they punish you, and if you're stupid like me, you'll say 'No! I'm not cleaning,' and you get lashed for skipping, and bad-mouthing." She sighed heavily. "Then you go and try to run away, and add more ontop of those that are already trying to heal, then! Then! You get thrown in the cells, and with nothing else to do, you pick and bleed." She sort of went off on a bit of a rant, getting that all out. "Sorry, I...er, it's been eating at me." Rubbing the side of her face, she bit her bottom lip, then hushed. "Forget what I said." She decided, that was the best way to go about it. "Then, get them back." She didn't know how, but...he could probably figure it out.
12:08:59 Patrick : "It's.. From a book". With a long drag of his cigarette be looked around. What time was it? It couldn't be that close to his first class, could it? No. He still had to have some time left! More than an hour shouldn't have gone by! "Never? Yeeesh. I was shielded from everything... and I still found a way. Mostly because my father was always too drunk. And my mother was too busy being pregnant...". Laughter from the little Fae. Then she went off about punishment and he quirked a brow. "Yeah... I'm sorry". The little Fae must have got off easy. Because he never got into trouble. "I'll try". Next he smiled. "I'll figure out a way to get them back. It might just involve a trumpet" he said with laugh. Then, something clicked. "Xar... I think I gotta get to my first class. I got a test today.... I can't miss it... I'll see you in a few!" he said. Moved to give her a quick hug. Then the little Fae bounded off. (I gotta brb)
12:16:08 Xarissa "Oh, I'm surprised I haven't read it, then." Truthfully, she was. Gnawing on her lip, a habit she had gotten bad about, and was trying to break. When he had gone on about his parents, Xarissa grew even quieter. "You know, I'd give anything to know just who my parents were. Never knew them, and probably never will." She was like a Matilda story, 'cept with step parents, and no chokie. "Mine didn't like me, soon as they found out I was different. He was abusive. Bad day at work? It was my fault. Mad? My fault. Sad? My fault. Always came back around to me." She ground her toes into the snow, "Then there was the mother. She got to get lucky and never do a thing, 'cause she figured I was there, to do it for her." Soon, her head shook, with the apology. "It was my fault, there's no reason for it." The laugh she produced was weak. Well, good luck getting a trumpet, she figured. "Oh alright...Well, goo - oh." She froze when she was hugged. About to timidly return it, she found herself reaching for air as he flounced off. "Bye?" Standing there, Xarissa blinked, and shook her head, then began heading towards the giant castle of a school.
13:13:51 Xarissa Her walk was over, her little rant was done, her chat with Patrick was over, as the fae had run off to take a test, leaving her rather abruptly, and awkwardly. At least, she viewed it as awkward. It was abrupt, that was a better word for it. That didn't stop her from continuing to wander, going one foot infront of the other, listening to the crisp crunch of snow beneath her dainty, knee-high booted feet. Maybe she should start heading inwards, begin towards class. She didn't know what time it was, or when her first one was, though, and she was starting to get hungry. The walk had taken priority over getting something to eat, and now the young femme regretted that. Pressing a hand into her flat, somewhat sunken stomach, she twisted on her heel, and began towards that big castle of a school and home. It couldn't be a home...it really wasn't a home. It would never be a proper home. Sniffing, finding herself chilled, she ducked past the doors. Temptation to go read was there, but, Xarissa wasn't going to go back to where she had flipped all the mystery books around, oh no. So, with that, she stepped into the Hall and it's dwindling students. With ease, the rosey cheeked blonde slid down, settling with crossed legs at a table of mixed students. Idly, she found herself chatting with them, as she helped herself to a bowl of cereal. Cinnamon pops, yum. Ok, so, they weren't the healthiest thing for you, but, she wasn't in the mood for anything hot. Nope, not even hot chocolate, although, she might take it on a bribe. Pushing the round pops around, leaving the milk a little yellowed, with flakes of cinnamon floating around in there, she'd pick them out, one by one. Strange, but, that's how she ate her cereal. Always had, which was miserable if she had something that was particularly on the small side. Swinging her feet back and forth, she eventually undid her jacket, and tucked it beneath herself, to sit, as her company eventually too, faded out to do other things. Well, no matter. She'd get there, eventually. It wasn't as though she were in a rush.
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Post by Mila on Dec 5, 2012 16:47:07 GMT -5
13:27:31 Pixie probes the claw marks on her shoulder to test their healing. The little she-wolf would be loath to admit it aloud to a single soul, but she lacks some of the power her personality boasts; the Change is slow, healing is slow. The full moon’s skirmishes are not, however, what has the painted little imp so close-lipped and broody on her way to the eatery. Pixie witnessed too many bare backs on her fellow Weres with angled scars of lashes—and her own supposed alpha mangled one of his own for next to no reason. Delinquents they may be, but they are also children. Oddly, the tiny female—perhaps one of the more fragile and childlike when stripped of her makeup and turtle backpack—feels the others need better protection from the brutality of her new home. All this churning and thoughtfulness is cast away in favor of a vapid smile on her entrance to the great hall—can’t have anything thinking there are brains behind her doe-eyes. Pixie gravitates to Xarissa naturally, perching almost too close to her on the bench. In greeting, she presses her shoulder to the other girl’s, an animal sort of gesture in its hunger for contact, but also a social no-no for normal human personal space bubbles. “Waiting on that cereal to tell your fortune?”
13:42:43 Xarissa She had zoned out completely into her cereal, nothing popping into her mind as she sat there, playing with it. Playing with a soggy puff of cereal with her tongue, while the spoon swam around, chasing a rebellious ball. Pixie could have easily sat beside her, or on her, or whatever she desired, and Xarissa probably wouldn't have realized, not until she was spoken to. "Huh?" The imaginary thoughtbubble popped, ad she sat up, realizing the touch against her cold shoulder. Glancing over, to where shoulders touched, she then looked up to the other girl. "Yea, it's telling me that today probably isn't going to be the most eventful day, I might get in trouble, and if I pass out in class, to play it off like I was drugged to do so." She'd then shove her spoon in her mouth, grinning around it. After dipping it back into the bowl, she tilt her head. "Or, that I might recieve a snowball in the face. Or, that I may end up doing absolutely nothing. Yea, I dunno what the cereal is saying. Not much, now..." She'd eat the last piece. "Definitely nothing, now." Her future is blank! The mystical cereals have been eaten.
13:50:52 Pixie kicks her skinny legs, weighed down by those trendy but ridiculous boots, to straddle the bench. Better way to face her companion. Pixie has the kind of makeup and push-up bras and obnoxious personality-mask that would make her want to hate other girls competitively, and they the same, but her actions break the appearance stereotype. The little she-wolf is hungry for a pack, even from this charming batch of misfits that share the castle-prison with her. “Cereal doesn’t know shit. Make your own fortune! Tell yourself a different story.” Her caricature of a mask is allowed to slide away, replaced by a no less tricksy but more honest grin. “But trouble can always be interesting.” Carefully painted nails pluck tidbits of meat from the table.
13:55:39 Xarissa So long as she wasn't getting all up on her, and inappropriate, the other girl could sit how she wanted. Todays version of Xarissa, quiet and thoughtful, well, she didn't give much more than a flying fuck about lots. She was kind of confused, actually. That's a story for another day, though. As to hating the girl because of her appearances? Xarissa wasn't that insecure to be pety enough to do that. She wasn't your standard run of the mill bitch, though, either. Just because someone looked different, wasn't reason to hate them. Where Pixie was bold, Xarissa was that calm, natural beauty. The kind that yes, some people, would kill for. "Cereal doesn't know shit, you're right, or it'd know how not to be eaten." Picking up the bowl, she'd tip back the cinnamon flavoured milk. "Trouble can be interesting, but...I've had enough by-product from trouble to keep me happy. Unless, of course, you've got interesting trick up your sleeve." Did she? And if she did, would Xarissa go along with it? Maybe.
14:03:20 Pixie lets out a bark of laughter, painted face splitting like a mad coyote, at the other Were’s cereal retort. Tricks up her sleeves? Pixie pads her bras with tricks, lines her eyes with them, and fluffs her hair with them. What she lacks in brawn has to be compensated somehow, and the short dame is an equal-opportunity trickster—hell, she even has photographs of Xarissa compromised suggestively in the snow by the librarian, stashed somewhere in the castle. Not that she has any interest in blackmailing either of them…at the moment. No, Pixie is doing her oh-so-very best not to make enemies in her new Pack. “My sleeves are empty today. Call me chicken, but I don’t fancy pissing off our lord alpha in my first week.” She says the title with a sneer, doe eyes roving heavenward.
14:07:41 [Trix] There comes a time in everyone’s life where one things there is nothing around them to keep them ticking. Even someone as positive as Trix who rarely ever had such a thought could find herself in the depths of sadness, a overbearing and wallowing pain which few could truly understand. For the most part, it was blocked out by the light and laughter that she was, always bringing a happy face to others around her. Caring for others to ensure their needs were met. It was the same with Jeremy, for the woman wanted nothing more than her friend to be happy. Though his words to her last night - spoken secrets had left her with an inner turmoil. Whilst she had promised to do what he’d asked, it also left her feeling suddenly alone and empty. As if the moments between them were over and no longer going to happen. His walking away from the library had seemed such a finality that she may not see him again and it was with a heavy heart, laden with this provocative sadness that Trix tried to manoeuvre herself through the halls of the Institute now. Heading back to the Library which was a fortress of solitude for her. It’s outer wall, keeping at bay others that may try to reclaim or stake claim to the area. It was a protective area of solace where she could go to dwell on her thoughts, or have meaningful conversations with Mr. Vostok, as well as Jeremy. Now though as the hallway loomed ahead of, her motioned quietly. Like a funeral walk upon a petite frame that carried a burden heavy upon her, she struggled to keep the peppy attitude she was known for. It was hard.. To smile. It was hard to feel cheer within one’s eyes - to let that light that is Trix stand out. She had barely slept, this weight leaving her to toss and turn last night. The premise of what she’d promised coming to light as she gave into her trust, offering it to Jeremy and yet not truly knowing just what it was. His words, a riddle of sorts to come to pass, something he’d seen, something he just instinctively knew. Something was coming. Something that was beyond Trix, and all she could do was muster the call to be there when it did. It didn’t leave her without worries though. Genuine, and utter concern.
14:08:46 Xarissa With her breakfast gone, she made a face. Well, sitting up enough, she'd reach to grab a orange from the pile, and dropped down onto her ass again, legs crossing once more, as she began to swing them. Wasn't it great, being short? Your feet don't touch most things, unless you really stretch. Little did she know, the person she was talking to, was the one taking pictures. Well, make a mental note if she ever does find out, not to get on her bad side. Then again, the pictures would probably come back more on the librarian, than Xarissa. Facial expressions, hers was not one that showed she might have enjoyed the awkwardness. "He's not so bad, long as you're on his good side. He's a good teacher." Only because she liked his classes. "I don't blame you. I've had enough trouble to last me a little while," says the little one who pulled her prank in the library. Not like anyone would anyone know, though. The only thing left behind was the sweet smell of cinnamon that would have mingled with dust and the smell of old books, and fingerprints. And it sure as hell wasn't a big enough deal to go that far as to look for prints. Anyone could have done it.
14:21:02 [Trix] The large doors to the library were opened with a gentle touch of hand and push of slender hip. The creaking cavernous moulds peeled back to allow her entrance into the grand estate of stone that stood before her. It was not unlike Trix to be a library at this time. In fact, it was very usual for her to be here, following her regular routine of what she’d done for the last four years at least. Blond hair was free of binds together, whimsical in how it danced around her features, surrounding her face with it’s wisps of light. Pale complexion with rose dusted cheeks of smooth flesh garnered her looks, while eyes of azure peered around to see no one within the space. The Library was empty. Mr. Vostok was not around. Knowing though where he kept the Compendium she was reading, the girl wouldn’t hesitate to walk by his desk and begin to rifle through items. She wanted the book - particular hexes were available within it. She’d studied almost 90 percent of the book so far, becoming quick knowledgeable about hexes and charms, among other things. The book would soon be located within it’s regular place where Trix can just walk into the library and retrieve it. Mr. Vostok trusted he’d not leave with the Compendium and Trix had never once tried to break that rule. As would be the same now. Close to the book though was found nestled a bottle of vodka. Half empty, and Trix would look toward the clear liquid with a clear intent upon her features. She had never once drank an ounce of alcohol. Never once stepped beyond a rule within the school, and part of her testiness was the fact she was always a good girl. No one expected anything wrong to come from her, for it just wasn’t seen. It wasn’t something that happened on an ordinary day in the school. Though Trix was tempted. Oh so very tempted to do something out side her box. To reach beyond that wall she’d carved up for herself and break it down. Break thru it. Looking to the Vodka, she held it within her hands, her mind struggling with thoughts.
14:38:08 Xarissa With the other wolf bouncing off, Xarissa stayed where she was, peeling and picking at the segments of the orange, sliding them past her lips as she soon found herself focused on things other than the orange. It would eventually disappear, but not before she ran around within her mind, first. When she finally came to, breaking the tender surface of her little thought-induced bubble, she jumped, almost as though surprised. Shaking her head, she popped up, realizing that the Hall was nearly empty with people, she decided to, to vacate. Returning to the dorms, she'd abandon her jacket, hanging it up so that it could dry if it had even thought of getting damp in the light snow. There was no way she was getting herself more cold later when she went out with it, because it was damp. She needed to find herself a more winter-proof jacket, but...that really wasn't a high concern. Lifting a hand to her lips to hide a yawn, Xarissa looked around. No books to read. Damn, and she wanted to stay away from the library and her harmless prank. Well, alright. Just...so long as she doesn't go anywhere near that section, because, she'd break out in a fitful of giggles. Upon entering the library, jumping when the door came back with a slam, because well, she hadn't been supporting it as she should, she looked towards the desk, then arched a brow, noticing that it wasn't exactly...the librarian there. Not that, that was a bad thing. Inching over, she'd lean, and more like lay, over the desk, to peer over it at Trix. "What'cha snooping around for?" She asked abruptly, obviously not yet noticing what the girl had in her hands, not until after she asked. "Oooh, he obviously didn't pick a very good hiding spot!" She snickered. "Gonna replace it with water?" 'Cause, well, it's vodka, and well...yea, ya know. It's vodka, clear, and it'd be a laugh for when the person who intends on drinking it, comes back to drink it, expecting a bit of a kick, rather than boring old water. Now, that could be funny...but, imagine the disappointment.
14:42:07 [Trix] Does she dare? The question plagued her mind along with many other things. Everything going on around her recently building up over time, and memories, being close to Christmas and knowing that yet again this year she would not be going home had amassed into an energy she didn’t know what to do with. Toppled with Jeremy’s confession last night, it left her feeling heady, light headed and spun. The hug he gave her - she’d fashioned in her mind as the day had gone on was one a brother gave to a sister. The same way as the kiss atop her head - and Trix had convinced herself that Jeremy could not feel for her as she did him. That it was inevitable he would go for someone far more exotic, like Mila or some of the other students in the school. Trix had never felt this way for anyone before. She’d never allowed her heart to get close and in turn, she was a conundrum of situations that left her wondering just what she could do to set them all straight. She needed to push away these feelings for the male. To hide them. Bury them away because if they aren’t reciprocated, she stood to get hurt. And in reality, she already believed them not to be reciprocated.. That his care and concern were stemmed from friendship and that alone. Why had she allowed herself to feel such things? It ruined her gait of happiness to be wallowed up in thoughts she never dealt with before. The lid to the bottle of Vodka was slowly turned as Trix motioned behind Vostok’s desk, slowly leaning back against the wall as she slid to the ground. Knees pulled up, Compendium placed on the ground. Bottle held in hand as the smell of the foul liquid doused her olfactory senses. Xarissa’s voice however brought her back to the now. “What.. Huh?” She questioned, looking to the bottle suddenly and fastened the lid in place, lowering the bottle to the ground. “Nothing.. No, wasn’t planning on playing a joke..” How did she explain this?
14:49:31 Xarissa She didn't know she was interrupting a moment of deep thought. Perhaps if she could read minds, she wouldn't have come sauntering back in, to find herself something to do. Finding Trix on the ground, though, wasn't what she expected. Hooking her hands on the opposite side of the desk, she let her feet dangle, curled and crossed at her ankles, bobbing idly. "Oh, you just looked like you were trying to hide something there, like you might have been planning something." Xarissa wiggled a hand at the other, as if to tut her. "No?" She looked towards the bottle, watching it as it was capped and lowered. "If you wanted to, honestly, I'll take the fall for you. Sometimes, we've got to have a little fun." She'd pick herself up, to sit on the desk, feet now on the opposite side after she swung them around. "Not evveerryone is a one hundred percent good girl all the time." Down and off, to sit on the floor with the other femme. She wasn't going to go looking for answers to what was going on, hell, she didn't even ask as she planted her elbows on her knees, and head in her hands. "Kinda funny place to be reading a book, though. It doesn't look all too comfortable, not compared to the chairs and things." She cant her head, unsure what else to say. Obviously, she wouldn't be borrowing a book like she originally intended. Sitting up, she'd peer to the book, then sat down once more. "What're we reading?" There, effective change of topic, as she pointed towards the book that Trix had, she assumed, originally come for.
14:56:47 [Trix] “I am..” She spoke softly in words to Xarissa about being a good girl. “I’m too good. I don’t know how not to be.’ Trix paused, wanting her words to make sense. “I never break the rules. I never do anything wrong. I’m too afraid to do things. I never step outside my box.” The words came in out a tumble, though she paused suddenly, not wanting to speak on such things. Trix was the Sandra Dee of Grease, the girl needed an outlet but she had no idea where to go, what to do. She felt all these changes happening inside her. Roller-coaster of emotions she couldn’t seem to get a full grip on, including her feelings for Jer, which seemed completely mismatched for the male. Then there was Kyran who she had a crush on, but didn’t feel for him half as much as she felt for Jeremy. And Mr. Vostok, the Librarian she would do anything for, if it pleased him to some degree of course. But Trix didn’t do bad girl things. “It was a stupid thought. I found the bottle..” She grimaced, embarrassed about the situation. “I wouldn’t have done so and especially will not do so for you to take the fall. Sorry, but that’s not how I do things.” The attention settled on the book as she brought it into hands, holding it against her chest. “It’s just a compendium for one of my classes is all.” She didn’t elaborate on the fact it was a rare edition which Mr. Vostok had found just for her.
15:07:47 Xarissa She was, an she didn't know how to be. She'd never broke the rules, she'd never done a thing. She didn't step out of her box. Xarissa listened, actually listened. She had that look of someone who cared. She might have only spent a day around Trix, but, Xarissa decided she liked the girl. What was with Xarissa and the fae? "You know, Trix...So long as you're happy, and you like the way you are? Don't fret about it, and don't change." She offered her a soft smile, and shifted over, to sit beside the girl, rather than across from her, in a position where she could be considered judging her. "I just technically met you yesterday, and I enjoy the way you are. You're fun to be around, and you actually care. Most people would have just laughed when I kept falling yesterday on the ice." Her eyes flitted back to the bottle of vodka again. "It's not a stupid thought, sometimes...ya know, you have to break out of that box. There's things you can do, that aren't going to get you in trouble, but still allow you to be not so..." She made a box shape with her hands. "Ah, I see." She went somewhat big eyed, as she looked at it again. "That's a massive book, for one class. I hope it's not boring." She then wondered, "Pat and I are going to build snowmen later, wanna come? I'm going to try to turn him into an igloo, and I might need an accomplice."
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15:25:48 [Trix] Xarissa’s words made sense. Of course they would. That would be exactly what Trix would say if roles were reversed. Though of course this time it was Trix on the receiving end. Her glossed eyes glanced at the Were, offering a small smile in return, though her fingers inched around the bottle of Vodka, still uncertain about what to truly do in this given situation. Just who was she trying to please? Others or herself? She knew what she wanted. But she doubted it would truly happen. Not after yesterday in the Library. If she could believe that Jeremy had feelings for her that went beyond sisterly, then maybe she’d not be feeling this way at all. And Kryan had stood them up, her up again with things, seeing as he never did go ice skating with them, nor had he been there the night he had promised to test her Mage skills outside. People were letting her down. It was that simple, and Trix wasn’t sure what to do about it. She always helped others but to find that its not given back, send a girl stumbling in cases and Trix had just about reached her limit. “I get what you’re saying, Xarissa. I do. I just don’t know.” The girl wasn’t use to opening up. She never spoke of personal issues with anyone. This was an awkward spot for her to be in.
15:35:13 Xarissa Watching the fingers that inched towards the vodka, she'd press her lips together. From beneath her fingers, Trix would find the bottle of vodka picked up, and set against the hip furthest from her. If she wasn't sure, she shouldn't tempt herself. It would be if she asked, that Xarissa would assume that was the choice she was going with, was the one she wanted. Should Xarissa know what was going on in the girls mind? She'd definitely be there to try to help her out. It was part of this...new Xarissa. "No, I get'cha. Don't worry. Ya know, if you don't wanna talk, you don't have to." She then wondered. "And if you do, would it help if I told you something, first? Something deeeep down, of equal value, so to speak? I don't mind, if...it'll help you in the long run." Stretching out her legs, she cast her eyes downwards,Xarissa wondered if that was the best bet. "Or, hm...We could sit here and chat like girly-girls." In the fakest, highest pitch voice she could manage. "So, like, I totally, like, tried out this, like, new, like nailpolish, and like, it's soooooooo to die for, 'cause like, it's shiny and, like..." Hairflip.
15:41:29 [August`] "What the hell are you doing up so early?" Yep, that was Hayley, who was glaring daggers towards August who had just turned off her blaring alarm. A sheepish, tired look crossed over August's face as she shrugged a bit, teeth nibbling at the inside of her cheek as she stood from the bed, nearly able to balance in her exhaustion. "I need to finish the project for first hour." Hayley was already back to snoring by the time she'd answered. August merely slid on a tank top over her bandeau, which laid loosely over her frame with gray sweatpants covering her bottom half. Soft auburn colored hair resting over her shoulders, she slid on her slippers - not bothering to make herself look nice - before stumbling out the Tritus door and heading towards the library on the main floor. The dark coloring under her eyes was from lack of sleep, but as the day went on it would probably go away. As she shuffled to the door of the library, dainty fingers moving to push on the rather heavy door, the lithe female stepped inside. Few students were scattered around the room, but there was one thing they all shared in common. They all looked pretty damn tired. Pursing her lips, she tucked her fingers into her pockets as she headed towards the right side, where she had left her books on a cart by the beanbags the past night. She had been up too late, and now, up so early. Procrastination could be a real bitch. Grabbing her small pile of large books - some textbooks and some otherwise - she flopped down into a beanbag, no one else really around her as she placed the pile at her feet, plucking the first from the pile to resume her index card note taking for her speech in first hour. ||E||
15:45:04 Trix looked to Xarissa as if she was some alien, shivering slightly in her place as a rush of goose bumps flared over her body. Her eyes widened as the girly-girl talk came out, Trix not readily sure what to make of it. She didn’t wear nail polish, except to the Ball and that had been a total failure. Another let down for the girl to add to the several that were going on around her. It was as if the life had been sucked out of the petite fae, her light had been squished and she no longer glowed - her face was pale, her eyes revealing the lack of sleep she’d had the night before. Though Trix was strong. She had withstood a lot of situations in the past, growing up to give her strength of character, to see her through dark times. She’d never succumbed to wanted to try alcohol before. Now, it had been thought of, simply because the bottle was there and no one else was in the Library. She wanted to break the mould that was Trix though she didn’t know just who she wanted to do that for. Herself? Or Others? It was a conundrum she found herself in whilst sitting behind Vostok’s desk with Xarissa. “I’m just not use to speaking out. You know ? I’ve never had anyone really listen before. I have a close friend now, who I share things with only, what I want to share now is about them and well, I can’t talk to them about it.” The girl got the words out as best she could, eyes going to the vodka while she pushed the book against her chest further, knees pulling up as she hugged herself. The noise of the large doors opening caused her to stop. Her heart fluttered a moment as she held her breath. What if it was Mr. Vostok returning? The sudden fear the girl felt was overwhelming - her face paled all the more, but then she noted from behind the corner of the desk August coming in to sit on one of the beanbags. The woman would likely see Trix’s head peering at her from behind the desk. A curious place to be of course.
15:53:02 Xarissa Alien Xarissa. Suppose, she could be one! She could change shape, after all. Maybe that made her an alien. At the wide eyed look, Xarissa broke out into a little laugh, her head falling down to her knees. "Oh, god. Don't worry, I'd never have a conversation like that. I'd slit my wrists before I could. I can't even stand listening to the girls in the Hall talk like that." She grinned, a fancy little grin. She couldn't stand girly girls. "I don't blame you, it's a hard thing to do. And sometimes, it's best to talk to a stranger, 'cause, the chances of them judging you are less, and you can make them disappear from your life, if you so desire to do so. I'm glad you have someone to talk to, even if you can't get it out, quite yet. Maybe sometime, you'll get around to it, and whe you do, well...you'll feel better." She wasn't pushing, of course. She wouldn't. She didn't want to push. She was there, if she was needed. "Just keep in mind, people are willing to talk to you." She then watched the girl curl up, then looked back towards the vodka at her hip. Thinning her lips, Xarissa picked it up, and uncorked it. It'd do little to her, but did Trix know that? Throwing back a mouthful, she'd shudder, then handed it to the other girl. "Liquid confidence. Now or never. No one has to know." Xarissa only did it, so that Trix had someone there who'd done the same thing. Coughing into her shoulder, she'd either cork it, or do so after the other had shared a drink. "And now, we put it away!" Xarissa was getting into a bit more when it came to the library, than she wanted. Up on her knees, she lifted a brow as she watched someone else enter the library. Like a croc, with nothing more than the top of her head and her eyes visible, she watched August cross, and head into there bowels of the library. She hadn't seen that chickie for quite some time, now! As she was wandering off, Xarissa piped up. "Not going to say hi?" Well, she kind of couldn't! The two of them were hiding behind the desk, doing dirty things. Kidding. They were probably getting dirty by just sitting on the floor.
16:00:23 [August`] As she moved along, she had missed the presence of the two others behind the desk, though as she had been about to settle in the beanbag she was interrupted by a voice, "Not going to say hi?" The female gasped, jumping a bit back as her dark blue eyes looked up to see a familiar female peeking out over the librarian's desk. August remembered her. What was her name? Xarissa. She had spoken to her on her way in to dinner the past week, when she had come in from running. Funny, how you see people around that you'd thought you would never see before. Lips pursing, she smiled faintly, leaving her books beside the beanbag as she moved towards the librarian's desk. Where was the librarian anyway? And what was she doing behind the desk? Perking up a single brow, she cracked a sheepish, yet also suspicious smile. "Oh uh... Hey." She rose her hand in a slight wave. "Ah... What are you doing behind the desk?" She laughed a bit, though the sound was almost awkward as her eyes caught the other female who was peeking around the desk at her. Eyes widening, she nearly jumped again, not expecting someone else. "Is this some kind of prank for librarian or something?" Laughing, the small mermaid shook her head. ||E||
16:06:08 [Trix] Ah the temptation to take that sip was right there. Subtle nuances of play danced in her mind. What would Jeremy think of her? Or course, it all came down to the boy. The male in her life that had made an impression upon her, one that appeared to be lasting and had delved far deeper that Trix imagined. Would he commend her for trying? Would he appreciate her need to step outside the box? Or would he condemn her and suddenly dislike her to never talk again. Then again, their last conversation had been almost a finalization in things. A promise given with one walking away. She didn’t know where she stood and its what confused the girl the most. Forget school, Trix was in the age of boys and this was a whole new light upon the Fae who’d been purely academic before. Not that she would stop. Just that now something else was convoluting her mind all the more than books, stories and studies. The clock ticked, while the bottle remained open. Trix found her mouth salivating, especially after Xarissa took a sip and swallowed. Though the moment was interrupted by the arrival of August, who was now near the desk, where both Trix and Xarissa sat. Her azure hues landed on the Mermaid recognizing her from lunch conversations with Chase and Mila, - the Burger girl, Brax had so fashionably coined. “Hi.. “ Spoke Trix, the fae’s voice was light, though she held a sheepish gaze within her hues, a guilty countenance upon her pretty features. It would be quite clear to August that there was a half bottle of Vodka between the two girls, with the top open and off. “We’re just talking..” Said Trix, trying not to feel suddenly very awkward. After all, she was the one that was always so nice, but now she’d been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, things were so easy. “I shouldn’t! .. but, will one sip be so bad?” She questioned Xar curiously.
16:19:13 Xarissa She left that choice in Trix's hands. She wasn't going to push it upon her, and she wasn't going to say, 'do it.' The choice was hers. Licking her teeth, getting the taste of alcohol off of her teeth, and swallowing it down. Gone was the taste. She'd balance on her knees, waiting quietly. She'd wait as long as she needed to, even to the point that she might get caught with it in hand. She'd already been in trouble before, what was a third, or fourth, or fifth time? It couldn't get any worse than it already had. "This isn't, but...the mystery section is. Someone, has appeared, to turn all the books around." She snickered slightly, oh. That wasn't her. Ok, enough hinting. It was going to get her in trouble, she figured. "We just...happened to be here." She then looked towards the other girl, arching a brow. "One sip won't hurt. Just a small one. Even just enough to taste, to say you did." She dropped her voice, leaning to whisper, not entirely sure that the femme wanted to get caught by the other for what Xarissa had already done. "No one'll judge you if you don't. If you don't, we can cork up, and no one needs to know we were even here." She bobbed her head, as she popped up to stand, "My pencil rolled away, and we were looking for it. We couldn't find it, then ended up chatting. How're you?" She questioned the mer.
16:25:15 Kyran woke late on Monday, and had spent his first conscious moments scrambling for his clothes and diving out the door to get to transfiguration. He had been late despite his efforts and on top of that he'd forgotten his tie. Late and out of uniform. Needless to say he earned himself two stripes which in retrospect might have been avoided if he hadn't been to groggy to rethink his smart ass remark about daylight savings. He was two for two now, what with yesterdays little fight in the hall that had taken place when he'd gone to get his coat before their little ice-skating outing(which he never made it to). Apparently his mood hadn't changed enough after his snow games with Trix and Xarissa because it had only taken a few fowl words about his transfer student status and 'undeserved place' as captain of the Tritus team, followed by a suggestion that his ether blind mother probably provided sexual favors for a small fee, to make him haul off and deck the guy. 'The Guy' happened to be just a bit taller and broader than Kyran and a Were Wolf to boot. Kyran's blow had merely knocked him back a step before the big guy came back swinging. A few seconds into the fight and Kyran had taken it to the floor, and was dripping blood from his split lip all over his rivals white shirt as they wrestled for a position from which one could beat the other to a pulp. It was Dryke that had found them and tried to break it up. She'd gotten a flailing elbow from big wolf man, also known as Brandon Leere of Magnus house.. Lucky for Kyran it was the other guy, a Magnus, that had hit her, because she was furious and rather focused on him during their little intervention. Really, Kyran got off easy with detention and toilet scrubbing the rest of the day to follow his 15 lashes for a first offense. Brandon got 30 and detention with Professor Blaze. Of course now Kyran had two fresh stripes for his smart mouth and his detention would extend through Dball practice. Needless to say he was off to a bad start this week but thankfully he still had a free period in which he could lick his wounds and try to get some work done before detention.
16:26:35 [August`] Eyes peeked towards the two girls who now sat up so she could see both of them. Her fingers played slightly with the books in her hands, her eyes peering towards them to try and see over the desk. Were they hiding something? She couldn't tell. The two were whispering about something, though the other female gave a simple greeting. Xarissa, however, actually tried to make her feel a bit welcome. Perking up a brow, she would look over her shoulder towards the mystery section. Grinning a bit at the tedious mischief 'someone' had caused, she couldn't help but to allow a soft laugh to escape past her lips. Nodding as she looked back to Xarissa, she nodded. "That's definitely gonna be a pain for Mr. Librarian, huh?" Smiling, she noticed the two were whispering again, and she averted her eyes as if she were invading some sort of privacy. Which, she might have been, but that wasn't her fault. Placing her books on the desk before her, she stuffed small fists deep into the pockets of her sweats again. At her obviously bullshit reply, August merely shrugged it off and nodded with a little cant in her head. "Well, I've been okay. Major procrastination, though. I have so much work to do." Shaking her head, dimples appeared on her rosy cheeks as she thought over the list of things due the next few days. "What about you?" ||E||
16:36:05 [Trix] Temptation. It was all but there. Trix went for the bottle. Raised it upwards she looked to the clear liquid, holding it out in front of Xarissa and August who had approached them. There were no secrets at this point. It was made clear what the two, or at least one of the girl’s was about to do. But Trix didn’t. She gave the bottle toward Xarissa. “Close it. I don’t want any.” She fought of the desire to try. It wasn’t gone completely, but the fear of being caught was simply too much for Trix to try the liquor. The sense of ruining everything she stood up for, for all she believed in stood firm in her heart as she bravely ignored the peer pressure. (Not by Xarissa or August) but in general. “Unless August, you’d like some?” She questioned in a whisper toward the Mermaid, bringing her into the circle. “If you do, I’ll look away and I haven’t seen nor heard a thing!” Trix spoke, the words revealing she’d not tell on anyone if they so decided to drink, but she wouldn’t be a party to it currently. The thoughts of Jeremy and others had kept her from making such a choice. If she was going to get drunk at some point, she’d like to do so with him. Mainly because she trusted him further and well, she wanted him to be a part of something like that with her. If it never happened, she was sure one day she’ll taste the foul liquid at some point. “Thanks Xarissa though. I’ve got so much on my mind lately.” She turned toward August. “I’m Trix. We’ve never fully met…” And she offered the girl her small hand.
16:40:17 Xarissa When told that she didn't want it, she'd nod, and took the bottle, cork in hand, as she wriggled it back into place, tapping it down with her little fingers, to make sure it was tightly sealed. That was, unless, August decided she wanted some. If she didn't, she'd be sliding it back into the desk, unsure if it was even back in the same spot it was found at. Oohh well. "Closed and gone." She nodded, as she stretched. If the mer wanted some, well, it wasn't Xarissa's to hand out, but...It was up to the other girl. "That's the point! Well, I suppose, it's a disadvantage for anyone trying to get a book from the mystery section. It'll truly be a mystery, as to what book you're pulling out, won't it?" She lifted a fine brow, then leaned on the desk, wiggling her toes as she stood there. If she wiggled them too much, they were going to fall right off the small were's feet. "You're welcome. Don't worry about it. That's no reason to be apologizing." And to August? "Ah, procrastination isn't a good thing!" Xarissa scolded, as she rocked back and forth on her feet, staying up upon them, rather than sinking back down. "Fine, for the most part. Thanks." She gave a thumbs up.
16:45:42 [August`] Her eyes widened as she took notice of the vodka bottle. She coughed a bit, fingers rising to cover her mouth as she shook her head, cheeks flaming at the mere thought. Before she came to this school, she used to be an overdrinker. She surely didn't want to return to those times, and eyes looking from the bottle, to Trix, and over to Xarissa, she shook her head vigorously. "I-I... No thanks. I'm not into that." She nearly tacked 'anymore' onto the end of the sentence, but cut herself off before she could do so, knowing she didn't want to have to explain anything to people she barely knew. The bottle was put away - corked - which allowed her breathing to return to a normal, even pace. Meanwhile, Xarissa explained about the mystery prank, and she couldn't help but to laugh at the girl's words. "A mysterious experience, for sure." Nodding, she shrugged at Xarissa, "Bad habits are difficult to break. Procrastination? The worst habit I have, I think." Looking to Trix, who held out her hand, she smiled a bit, eyes lighting up slightly as she slid dainty digits into hers, shaking her hand firmly - but gently at the same time. "I'm August." August seemed to be becoming quite the social butterfly. Sure, she stumbled over some words and was clearly slightly flustered, but this was another person she was meeting. More friends? Or at least acquaintances. ||E||
16:52:32 Kyran moved carefully, the skin of his back sending shrieks of pain through his nerves every time he stretched it just an inch in the wrong direction. His back pack, usually slung over his shoulder was carried in one white knuckled fist today to avoid chaffing his split skin which, despite the nurses attentions, still managed to bleed and stain his white shirt beneath the school blazer. He was just leaving Transfiguration, which he had been allowed to return to long enough to get his extra homework load and was now pushing through the doors of the library where he was under the impression he could for himself to study or at least stay out of trouble. As usual the library was quiet, with only a few scattering of students minding their own business and a very particular scent... Did trix really spend so much time here that the whole place smelled of her? And then there was the unique mix of cinnimon and wolf. Xarissa. The later was leaning upon a desk and readily visible as he came around the stacks. "Heh should have known you'd be here." He said instead of hello, his eyes shifting to the girl beside her. He may have seen her before but didn't know her name. Forgetting his promise to work he approached the pair. Eyes the color of welding flames skipped between the two then shifted to the sight of a familiar foot sticking out from behind the desk. "what are you doing on the floor trix?" He asked with his head cocked. The senior shifter still sported a scabbed lip and some angry bruising along his left cheek bone but other wise seemed to be holding up well. "And who is this?" he smiled a small lip-conscious to August.
16:55:46 Chase` banged his way into the library, disrupting the huddle of girls and instantly regretting it. He grabbed the door as it swung back toward his, his eyes shut tight against the light and the noise that assailed him. That full mixed drink that he'd chugged the night before had hit him like a ton of bricks and as he'd gone to bed soon thereafter, he had a headache and he was still a little pissed over what he'd witnessed in the Meth Lab. When he opened his eyes again he saw the trio of girls and Kyran, the Tritus Dball captain, and shut the door almost silently, moving toward them. He saw the bottle of vodka that Xarissa was putting away and he shook his head, moving to intercept. He'd snatch the bottle away before it could vanish and he dropped his books on the carpeted floor. He twisted off the cap of the bottle and lifted it to his lips, taking a long pull, lowering it to swallow, then took yet another before twisting the cap back on and then handing it back to Xar, "Ohhhh damn. That was kinda nasty but I'm gonna need it to get through the day." He was wearing his school uniform as usual since it was going to be class time soon enough and, as he knelt down to gather up his things he peered at August, "Hey you. Haven't seen your cute little behind around lately." Referencing the time he'd watched her run from the dinner table after he'd recognized her as the girl he'd spoken to at the Masque. Of course she had been at school. No one left this place unless it was a holiday, but he had also had been spending a great deal of his time on his secret project.
16:58:31 Trix knew many people. She was aware of most folk around the school, having at some point helped them with homework, a study class or tutoring. It was what Twix was known for, so she had many acquaintances. However, she didn’t have many friends. You could count on one finger a friend she trusted and even that was only just. Though with the situation of the drink now remedied a little color began to pour back into her cheeks, while she focused on being friendly around August. Realizing she was still sitting upon the ground, just as Kyran entered in to the fray, she slowly pushed herself up to stand, scrubbing off the dust from her behind with her free hand, brushing the pleated navy blue skirt of her uniform free of lint. “It’s nice to meet you August. I’ve seen you around school, we’ve just never formally been introduced.” Ignoring Kyran for the moment. Her hair was in a slightly dishevelled manner around her features, but it worked well for it added a natural guise to Trix’s beauty. One that was fresh and dainty, delightful and yet equally alluring in a number of ways. Trix just wasn’t aware of how provocative she could look. Fae blood would do that however. Her thoughts shifted to the vodka bottle now in the desk, untouched by Trix though it had been close, as her gaze landed on Kryan and the female cooly said. “Nothing.” He may detect an edge to her voice. Of course, he’d wanted them to go Ice Skating the previous day, but then never showed up. It wasn’t forgotten by Trix. “What are you doing in the Library, Kyran?” She questioned, then slowly began to move away from the group, the Compendium of Hexes in her hands, just as Chase entered within in a rush. The bottle of Vodka was removed, and sips were taken. Trix could all but stand there and imagine how someone could just so simply take a gulp, when she’d panicked over an hour about taking a mere sip, which she still hadn’t done in the end!.
17:01:14 Xarissa Well, she'd taken a mouthful for no reason then! That's ok, no one needs to know. It's not like she tastes like gloss, anyways, so, no residue of strawberry, cherry, vanilla, or any of those other flavours could be caught behind. Hell, maybe a teacher wore gloss and tried it! All these little secrets, best kept to herself. "Then, no one needs to know about this little event," the little were purred, quite content with herself, for now. "Mysterious, indeed." What were all the names Patrick had used earlier? "Perhaps we'll have to find the Hardy Bobs so they can call up Drew Nancy, and finally, they can recruit Sherlock Watson and Holmes." Nailed it! ...Not. She had all the right names, aside from Bobs. "Heh, and what makes it worse, is that you procrastinate procrastinating breaking your procrastination habit." How many times can you use the same word, with various endings, in one sentence? Xarissa had pulled it off quite a few times. She made a noise as the bottle she was putting away was snatched. "Don't complain to me, it's not mine. Probably tastes like dude, so that totally doesn't help." She made a face, then corked it, and definitely made sure it was put away. "You look like you need a little more than a swig of man-vodka." She remarked, before watching him wander off. Then, there showed up Mister Ditcher. She stared at him, laying her oceans on the male, a brow lifting. Mostly at the injuries. When he approached, he'd find the wolf creeping up onto the desk, sitting on her knees, in order to, intrusively perhaps, examine his cheek. "What did you do? You better have a good excuse with that there, since you ditched us, and ditched the fact that we had a deal that if you gave me hot chocolate, we'd chill." Scrunching her lips, she'd shake her head, and dropped her hands. "Looks like ya need someone to kiss your boo-boo better!" Much like the thak you for the hot chocolate, she tapped her fingers against her lips, then gingerly on his cheek. "Solved." Flat on her ass again, to let Trix have her words with the man. Maybe she'd get upset with him! Xarissa wasn't.
17:11:56 [August`] August was just starting to really calm down, eyes looking between the two girls where she'd assume the bottle of vodka would be put away and everything would return to normal. Indigo hues looked to Trix, smiling a bit with a nod. "Yeah, you've probably heard a lot about me from Brax, anyway." She had seen the two talking often, so she could only figure the guy had told everyone who would listen about what he'd done to little August. Speaking of, she still had to think of some sort of 'gift' to give the guy. Brows furrowing in thought, she almost didn't notice when a male she didn't recognize approached the three of them, the mermaid's eyes looking over his face to see the small injuries he'd acquired through heaven knew what deeds. Blinking slightly, he'd look towards her, and her lips pursed, she forced the corners up into a smile. "August." She would reply to him, answering for both Trix and Xarissa. Who was she? Someone he probably wouldn't need to worry about. Shivering a bit, she probably should have worn long sleeves. Goosebumps had risen on her bare arms, olive complexion standing out against the light grey. And that is when he hustled through the door. Her dark blue eyes widening a bit in surprise, she hadn't expected to see him for quite a while. She had never learned his name, though she knew quite well who he was. And he knew the same about her, and more, since he did know her name. August peeked towards him, watching as he downed a hearty gulp of the vodka. Her eyes blinked in slight disbelief, and at his comment her cheeks flamed and her eyes averted from him. She would have found herself taking a single step back. Around so many people, she was bound to be uncomfortable. Sure, she would try to stick around for a little bit, but she was bound to try and isolate herself from the others at one point. And to face a certain point, she did have to do her work. Eyes peeked up at the few others, but they often fell on Chase, wondering how well he might have remembered her. What was he doing here in this condition? Another shiver rippled through her spine, goosebumps still lining her arms. ||E||
17:24:42 Kyran lofted a brow at Chase as the bottle exchanged hands but didn't comment. He himself wasn't about to partake, his back still burned with the days two new lashes on top of the group he'd received Sunday afternoon. He wasn't ready to risk more. That said Chase was looking rough, and would probably benefit more from a gallon of water then more vodka. He must had been at the party Kyran had been hearing so much about, the same party he had missed right along with ice skating due to his small skirmish in the halls. Trix was being cold, Xarissa was peppy as always and Kyran was on his way to another head ache. "I had a bit of a run in the the school whipping post." He grimaced. "I'm sure it was loads more fun than skating." Xarissa's little finger-kiss earned he a sarcastic little smile and some hair ruffling. "aww you really think that helps don't you! Your so cute!." And by then Trix was walking away and Kyran's smile wilted. "Trix?" He blinked, watching her walk away and then August, that's what she said her name was, was introducing herself. "Uh. Nice to meet you." He said distractedly before moving to follow trix without excusing himself. "Hey what gives? Are you mad at me?"
17:26:41 Chase` 'd busied himself with collecting the crap that he'd dropped and replied to Xarisa's remarks, "Nope. Just need a little pick me up to get rid of this headache I've got." He looked toward August when she didn't respond and found her to be a step farther from him and he pulled his gathered books up under his arm. Then he lifted his other hand and ran it through his unkempt black curls. He quite literally had just rolled out of bed. He'd taken the time to brush his teeth and get the alcohol off his breath, having been sure it could still be smelled. Well, Professor Blaze would have been sure to scent it out. He pushed himself up to his feet and he moved toward her, atching a brow and sliding his free hand into his pocket, "Oh come on. At least say hello. We did, after all, have a fairly nice conversation at the Masque. I know there are words in there somewhere." He grinned a little, trying to tease her into speaking. And right now, with what was going on in his head, it would be a bad idea to run. He'd only catch her and continue to attempt to force her to talk. Maybe a little mean, but he'd even resort to tickling her to get a sound out of her, as childish as that might seem.
17:32:18 Xarissa "I know how that is." She made a small face, cringing somewhat as she did. "I'd share my stories, but...I doubt you need to hear." She shrugged haplessly, it didn't matter anymore. She was heavily scarred, she knew what that pole was like. That was that. That's all that needed to be said. Finding her hair ruffled, she made a face, but it faded at his sarcasm. She really was trying to help! Shrinking, she frowned, "I tried, but...I guess that don't mean jack." She'd let her legs hang off the table, letting him wander off after Trix. There goes two out of five. Sigh. They were the two she liked, too. Man, what was with people she wanted as friends, running off? Patrick had a legit excuse, at least! What was people and getting quiet, and shrinking off? Her brow arched as she watched August back herself away, to return to her work. Ah, well...she did say she had things to do, and so, she probably wouldn't bother the girl, less she wanted to rejoin all the conversation. "Ah, well, good luck with that." She rolled her shoulders once more. Then there he went. Then, whoa...Xarissa was, all by her lonesome, sitting on the desk. She took a deep breath, and looked around. Oh, that stung. She'd sit there, and soon, let her head droop to her feet, kicking them. Ok, exclude her. Hopping off the desk, she'd let her shoulders slump, as she looked either way, towards either group. Always the odd one out! After yesterday, she was tired of chasing people.
17:34:01 Giselle Oh the Library, nothing beat out the chilly, freeze your lungs smell like the smell of books— new books in particular were her favourite. Old would have to do and thus, she was in here to get the jump on her studies so she could hit the next thing in her schedule. Studies were a very small part of her life, yet it’d consumed all of her life to date— not that she minded the pleasant distraction from the social calendar she currently lacked. No, she was here with a purpose and as such she would fulfill it. She’d notice the others due to the sound, but overall enraptured in the book she was skimming, the pads of her fingers pinching the end of the page, turning it slowly as hues drank in the useless but maybe useful in the future type of information. December was here which meant Winter Break was coming, she’d been told to stay at Hex Institute and finish whatever she might be behind on— she wasn’t, ever, it was laughable to even suggest such things. But she’d stay, maybe work on her winter tan and wait for Spring for this schools national sport to be picked up once again. Cheeks puffing out as pen tapped slightly against her temple, googly eyed glasses enhancing the text and putting a strain on her eyes. Leaning back and feeling just about every bone pop in her back she’d sigh, pry off said glasses and fold them back into her blazer, standing and gathering her things and heading to the front desk in time to see a girl jump over it. Pursing her lips she’d look back and forth “You’re not the Librarian, are you?” No, probably not. “Do you know where he is?” She asked, brows raising as she’d continue to curiously inquire on the girl.
17:35:25 [Trix] Gods it had been close. Trix was almost tempted to taste the sweet intoxication of Vodka - the foul smelling, though relatively odourless liquid she’d found stashed in Mr. Vostok’s drawer when she wanted to gather Huddleston’s Compendium of Hexes and Charms. It was a rare edition book the woman was studying from, but the bottle - oh, it had tempted the Fae. Wanted to break free of the box she’d moulded around herself, wanting to step out from inside the lines, she’d wavered on taking a sip, peer pressure of those in the school who were always doing so much more than her. She knew of Parties. Even spiced punch at the ball, though she didn’t have any. She knew other things were going on, but Trix was always a good girl. Yet things lately had been building up and the girl had much pent up energy within her. Though in the last minute she’d decided against it opting to share a drink with her one best friend, should Jeremy ever want to with her. She wouldn’t do it in case he thoughts bad of her. In case it ruined his image he had of her. The drink wasn’t worth losing him in some manner and thus she’d managed to keep herself on an even keel, despite the flurry of emotions playing through her. Brought back to the now by August’s voice she nodded in agreement. Trix had heard about August from Brax, it was true. But she always felt bad for August, especially with what happened with the Hamburger. It had been a cruel situation at the given time. But perfectly the type of thing Brax would have done. Shaking her head, strands of gold slithered around her face as she turned her attention back toward Kyran as Xarissa spoke his way, listening to the two banter for a moment as she held onto the book against her chest. It wasn’t a book for others really to see. In fact she’d only really shared with one person so far, well two if you included the absent Mr. Vostok. Where was he anyhow? It was unusual for him not to be in the Library early Monday morning. The room was getting busier and Trix was starting to feel a little claustrophobic from all the people who had entered within, trying to get study time done before next class. It wasn’t a surprise to see Trix though for other people. She was a regular commodity at the Library and perhaps just seeing her there gave the large space some semblance of normalcy. It was when Kyran’s voice resonated in her mind did she turn to face him, her eyes landing upon his face, his cool accent ringing in her ears. Was she mad at him? She wasn’t sure. Its not like they had a date or anything as such. IT was just the second time he’d made plans with her that he hadn’t shown up for. And while Trix was use to being let down, it was starting to get on her nerves that people were taking advantage of her. Part of the reason she wanted to drink - just to do something bad!. To rebel.. ! “No. I’m not mad. Sorry to hear about the lashes.” And sincerely she was. Though her tone was still befitting of cold. “I guess things happen.” Offering the male a shrug, while returning to her conversation the day before with Jeremy within her mind - . Why had things felt so final? So.. Done as he’d walked away. Was someone else letting her down? The girl just wasn’t sure what to know. She glanced toward Xarissa, offering a faint smile and a shrug of shoulders. Maybe she -will- have that drink now after all.
17:42:26 [August`] As she moved to pick up her books, she took a few steps back, eyes looking between all of them as she shot an apologetic smile towards them, finally turning to walk away. Her heart was pounding, able to hear the sound in her ears as she squeezed her eyes closed. He was following her. She could feel it. He was teasing her, and the small female had only reached the beanbags when she turned around fully to look back at him. Her dark blue eyes looked up at him, her cheeks a soft pink as she held the books to her chest. Her eyes searched his a moment, and she very nearly said something. His grin had the corners of her own lips twitching, but her mind continued to return to that day in the great hall. That wasn't how she wanted him to find out. "Hello." It was a smartass comment, though her brows furrowing and her eyes searching his face for a reaction, she allowed her arms to uncross from her chest, bending at the knees to allow her books to fall to the ground. She would turn her back to him again, looking up at the shelf that was behind her bean bag. Scanning the titles, she wondered what he wanted from her. Friendship? Reminisce? They barely did anything at all at the dance. They didn't even dance! He must have had a love interest, surely. And of course that's something she had to understand. Another shiver rippling up her spine, it was getting irritating. If only she'd worn her hoodie. Pursing her lips, she wondered how much patience he would actually have with her. ||E||
17:45:55 Xarissa She was tempted to swing back around, now, and finish off that bottle of vodka. That kind of, well, it hurt! She wasn't going to let it bring her down. She was use to it. She gnawed on her lip, as she eventually slid herself back up onto the desk, and began tidying the papers on the desk. Wait, she was tidying up the librarians papers? After reversing his mystery section? Uh, yea...There wasn't much else for her to do. It'd be awkward to storm out, and slam the door behind her as she so wanted to do now. Putting together late slips, she'd set those next to her, then putting together the books that had been returned on his desk, taking the time to even look inside and figure out what section they belonged in, and grouping those up. Glancing up when she was addressed, she'd catch the smile she was given, and rather than return it, Xarissa expressed her hurt in a frown that ruined her pretty face, and might have had a gloss to her eyes. Shaking her head, she looked towards Giselle as she approached her. Xarissa, after one look, definitely was no the librarian. She wasn't a man, and, top it off, she was in her uniform, even if it was a little ruffled from being down on the ground. "Not the librarian, and I've no idea where he is. For all I know, he's probably sleeping, or hiding somewhere. I wouldn't blame him." She then shook her head, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't snap at you, you didn't do anything to deserve it." She looked at the tidying she was doing. "I can pretend to help you..."
17:49:10 Kyran frowned, his eyes darkening slightly at her answer. "So your not mad at me..." He stared her down, daring her to confirm it when he was certain she was lying. At least on some level it was clear she was upset with him. If she was a guy she'd have hit him by now and everything would be better but instead she just turned her cheek and denied the problem. "Fine. Good." His voice had taken on it's own tinge of frustration and at last he broke his stare, closing his eyes to shake his head. "Well come find me when you're done being 'not mad' at me." Those bright eyes and angled features of his were set with an expression akin to disappointment but touched with righteous anger when they turned away from her. Not another word was spoken, he simply gripped his bag and walked away. Studying in the library was going to be a no go today. Instead he headed for his dorm in hopes he could sleep it off.
17:54:55 Chase` would stop walking when August turned to look at him. He spotted her lips twitching and his eyes met hers. There was general amusement mixed with sincerity in his chestnut eyes. Clearly he wanted to talk to her. And maybe, just a little bit, he wanted some revenge for what he'd seen last night, even if the only person who knew about it was himself. He was a little angry at how readily Mila had kissed Jake. He laughed when she said Hello in that smart-assed way and, over-the-top as usual, he danced a little jig in celebration, laughing while he did it. When he finally stopped he gave a victorious pump of his arm, "Ha! I got you to talk. See it's not so hard to talk to me. I'm just another guy." That, however, was obviously not how she saw him. And he would probably feel bad about using her for his private revenge later on once he was done being pissed at Mila. But right now, all he wanted to do was to get back at her. Even the score, so to speak. However he'd find her kneeling down to look at a section of books and he'd join her immediately, giving a fake little sigh of regret as he looked over at her, "It's a shame today's not a free day. I think I'd like to see you in something low-cut."
18:00:37 [Trix] The chaos had begun to calm. Though Kyran’s mood had shifted, despite the fact she’d told him she wasn’t angry. She didn’t know what right she had to be anything. Should she be following him? Or leave him be? Why had he gotten so moody toward her? He was the one that hadn’t shown up twice now for situations he’d said he would be. Though he did have a good excuse this time, lashes to prove it. All in all the morning had been quite eventful and yet it still wasn’t class time. There was still time to kill before the first ring of chimes bellowed through the halls. Trix found herself suddenly alone, which was a welcome treat. But the Library was crawling with people, whispered voices, hollowed sounds of echoes gathering past and around her. She felt as if the space had been invaded - as if it were her own special sanctuary had been taken control of with strangers - students and alike. Mr. Vostok’s disappearance was a concern to her, and she felt partly responsible for the stone halls that held the books, glancing to Xarissa who was helping Giselle. Her thoughts though were still rampant. It was as if she didn’t fit anywhere today. She couldn’t find that piece of the puzzle she was missing, and a lot of it had to do with Jeremy and his words from the previous day. She wanted to talk to him again. Everything seemed so final as he’d walked away. Was that it? He’d tried to make light of things before he left, even so much as saying she could do things with him, though it had been quickly followed by his words of not being worth the trouble.. Would Trix put herself in trouble for the male? She wasn’t sure. It was never a question she’d asked herself before, nor ever though to ask. It wasn’t a situation she’d seen herself within. Gah, so many pieces danced around within her head. She wanted silence. She wanted comfort. She knew there was but one thing that would make the moment okay and he wasn’t around. And after last night, she knew she couldn’t depend on him in that regard, not fully. His words had made that clear or where they just replaying wrong in her mind again. Maybe she should have opened up to Xarissa after all.
18:02:19 [August`] Her brows rose as he did his little dance, and she couldn't help but to let out a short laugh before she'd knelt down to look through the books. Sitting back on her heels, her finger moves along the spines of the books, some larger than others. Hearing his words, she merely blinked, continuing to look through the titles as she heard his comment. Just another guy? She almost laughed at that one! He wasn't. He'd taken notice of her when he had no idea who she was. Even now, he was taking interest in her. Sure, she had no idea that it all revolved around revenge over something as simple as a girl. He'd now come to kneel beside her, and she couldn't help but to peek over at him, her soft auburn hair resting around her shoulders to frame her heart shaped face. Eyes widening at his words, she stood abruptly, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing as she looked towards him. "Excuse me?" The fear was gone from her eyes, and she was almost angered by his words. He was that kind of guy, huh? How wrong she was, then. Interested in a relationship? That's funny. He seemed so genuine at the Masquerade. She leant to pick up her books. "I don't think we'll get along..." She looked at him, remembering she didn't know his name. ||E||
18:04:06 Giselle Leaning back some Giselle would have stared at her, no, she certainly wasn’t the Librarian she usually saw in here, but maybe she was his assistant? Or maybe filling in while he dropped off some where? Nodding her head slowly as the girl seemed… irate? Well, she hadn’t witnessed her friends wandering off and out of the room but Giselle was willing to provide at least a moment distraction. “Well, this place is rather big I’m sure he opened a book and fell into it.” Like the best of them do when they find the right story to read. “Oh no worries.” Giselle would say, lifting a hand to dismiss any negative thoughts “Foul moods happen to us all and some days we can’t exactly be faulted for them.” As to this Shifter it didn’t seem like the young miss behind the counter had intentionally snapped at her— or even snapped at all, just merely grumbling out her dissatisfaction of her current situation and Giselle was present for it. Setting down the small stack of books she’d been thumbing through and looking about, as though half expecting the Librarian to walk from being a lamp some where in the room “How angry do you think he’d be if I asked you to sign these out for me?” She didn’t know the man at all so she was unsure on how to predict his proper behaviour “I’m Giselle by the way.” Holding her hand out, arm straight and expression proper. Best to introduce herself to the girl, since she’d just been bombarded with Giselle’s request.
18:10:31 Xarissa "Probably." She shrugged somewhat, unsure what else to say. If he did, that meant she'd be off scott free for rearranging the mystery section in such a mysterious way. If she wasn't in there, she'd probably forgot she had even done it. And now she was there, and now that sweet cinnamon was probably going to linger a little longer, and make her questionable. Then again. "Yes, I know. It still doesn't sit well with me, to snap at innocent people who don't deserve it." Again, she was shrugging, as she shut her eyes. She hadn't intended to. Looking at the books she'd set down, she arched a brow. "Eh, I'll take the blame. I'm probably in enough trouble, let's make more!" She looked at the books that had been returned, then mimicked the way they were sighed out, easily writing out each and every one of them, then...then, she left it in plain sight. She wrote a note. Saying she'd signed the books out, and signed her name. Problem solved."There ya go. Not so hard being a not-assistant." She grinned, then laughed a bit. She was in a bad mood, trouble didn't seem so big to her. "Xarissa." She'd shake the girls hand, and sighed gently. Her eyes flitted towards the door when it slammed, then towards Trix, her brow lifting, before she huffed softly, and lifted a hand, to wave her over. It was a beckon to come over, even if it wasn't to just stand there with them, and not stand there alone. Xarissa knew what that felt like, and had just experienced it once more, by the same people she experienced it by yesterday. So, then, why was she being so nice? 'Cause she wanted to branch out and have friends. Though...she would soon be questioning once she had private time, if they were just humouring her. Thumbing the note she held, she tucked it into his desk. "How's the day treating you? Better than miserable, I hope."
18:16:21 Chase` arched both brows and found that she was not so enamored of his good looks that she would overlook his more obnoxious moments. She stood and he followed suit, reaching out to lightly take hold of her arm, "Alright, you're right. That was a little over the top. Bad joke, my fault." He gave her his best, most charming crooked smile and offered his hand to her, "I'm Chase, masked man extraordinaire." As he said the last words he gave his black hair a glamourous, clearly joking, toss. Now he was less focused on his revenge and more on getting her laughing again. He hadn't meant to hurt her feelings, and he genuinely wanted to make it right. Thus why he'd introduced himself. Might as well put a name to the masked charmer she'd met that night, "And that last comment wasn't really me. I had a bit to drink last night and it's probably still affecting me. Besides, I don't really like a girl who flaunts herself too much." His eyes were friendly, inviting. He really did mean his apology, and it was all about smoothing her ruffled feathers now.
18:26:37 [Trix] It didn’t dawn on her at first that she had been left alone. The commotion around her was almost too much for her to notice. Though people were settling down at tables, small groups huddled together, whispers and hushed voices filling the space. A quick glance toward August found her chatting with Chase, while Xarissa was talking to another girl at Vostok’s desk. It was duly noted when the younger female waved her way. Though instead of going toward Xarissa, Trix merely waved back. Mouthing the words to her “I’ll be back..” The young fae would make her way toward the circular stairs within the Library that lead up to the highest level. A level that usually Mr. Vostock travelled and not so many students. It was quiet up there and Trix tended on occasion to slip away to this particular spot where she could peer out of the large window, gaze over the Loch and surrounding landscape that was Hex Institute. Towering views of a natural scape welcomed her as she felt the chill from the window, the cool wind beating against the glass. A harsh environment, covered in snow and yet it was pure beauty and delight to see as Trix placed the book upon the window sill, leaning forward on the top stair to get the best view point she could. The rest of the World was below her, engulfed in ice while she stood perched as if flying. The thought made her long to do so. To open her wings, open the window and venture out far and high above the school. Well, as high as she could go and then fall…
18:26:53 [August`] As he mirrored her movements, standing with her, she looked across at him as his hand held to her upper arm, which was cool to the touch. She nearly pulled her arm away, but instead remained still, looking up at him as he offered his hand. Looking from the hand back up to his eyes, she nibbled her lower lip, placing her hand into his, her fingers easily enveloped by his own. "August. Awkward, unsocial mermaid." Nodding a bit, she offered her own, sheepish dimpled smile. She was a sucker for sweethearts, and while he had a slip, this was working out fine. She merely wanted something... Genuine? Her eyes searching his, she shrugged a bit. The comment wasn't him? Could she believe that? "I don't know about that... All guys like that, don't they?" That was surely her opinion. A girl that showed some skin was almost always attractive to a guy. That is, if she actually had the parts to flaunt! Not too much of the parts either. Allowing her body to lean against the bookshelf, she allowed her eyes to look back up to him. "So. How many girls did you draw in with that pocketwatch of yours?" The question was quiet at first, but at least the girl was picking some conversation, her thin pink lips curved up into a bit of a grin. ||E||
18:47:07 Chase` chuckled at her introduction, closing his fingers around her much daintier hands. His were calloused from all the work he does around the Herbology greenhouses, but not too unpleasant. He smiled, "Nice to meet you. And you weren't so unsocial when we were wearing masks. Maybe it was the dress, hm?" He winked, then shrugged a little, "Oh, I don't know. I mean, I wouldn't say it's what attracts me to a girl. Sure it's a plus if she's not acting like a a muslim woman and showing me she's actually got the goods, or at least hinting at them, but it's personality that I like in a significant other. Besides, it's kinda nice to discover what a girl's got the night of, if you know what I mean." Another wink, this one more deliberate and outrageous. If it didn't make her blush and giggle he was going to have to try harder. And when she asked him about how many girls he drew in with his pocket watch he laughed, dipping his fingers into his vest pocket to pull out the watch that she had just mentioned with it's faded engraving, "You mean this old thing? Eh, none. You're the only one I told to look for it if you really wanted to find me. I only talked to one other person there for any length of time before I left." He grinned, wondering if she would feel special that he had talked with only her and one other person before leaving the dance.
18:48:42 Giselle Lifting another hand Giselle would have inclined her head to the girl “Still, don’t worry about it.” Really, it wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t intended to be malicious and it wasn’t intended to harm her so she wasn’t going to think all too much into it. Ah, this girl was nice, to take the blame, pursing her lips she’d shake her head “Oh, you don’t have too.” She really didn’t, Giselle was the one who wanted to sign out the books. This girl was already in trouble? Expression drawl, she’d smile “All the more reason you should try and stay away from getting into more trouble?” Giselle would say with a laugh before shaking her head “How about I wait around with you until he gets back?” That way she’d have company, wouldn’t get in trouble and Giselle would get the books she wanted. Turning her head and seeing Trix she’d arch a brow, lifting her hand to wave at the girl “You know her too?” Of course only having briefly met the girl. Shuffling the books to the side as she watched Trix leave, hm, did Giselle smell bad? People just seemed to have this odd habit of fleeing the scene of the crime when she was around. But the sigh when her hand was shook wasn’t very reassuring “I’m sorry?” She asked slowly, was it a trend to act unfavourably to one another? Uncomfortable she’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly being asked about her day she’d shrug, as though unsure on how to answer “Well, I keep busy.” Not that it was a real answer “this school is something else.” Giselle said before gesturing to the other girl “What about you? By your mood I assume your day hasn’t been as splendid as some are having.” Not her, of course, but by the looks of it neither was this girl.
18:52:58 [August`] His hand was a bit rough, though somehow it is exactly what she expected. It was almost comforting, the contact. Smiling a bit, she shook her head. "It was a nice dress..." She replied quietly, hearing his words a bit. Hearing his words, her cheeks flamed. The night of? Yes, she knew exactly what he meant, though as she cleared her throat and brought her fingers to rub at the back of her neck, eyes looking towards her toes. It wasn't quite her sense of humor. But, she would warm up to people. That was the thing with her. It took a while to get her used to someone, but once she was there, she would be ever loyal and loving to them. Her eyes looking towards the watch, she reached forward to take it from him gently, her fingers slipping past his to look down at it, taking a step towards him so she could get a good look at it, her thumb brushing over the engraving as she looked back up at him, a mere foot away from him now. Her brows rose as she would return it into his fingers, her hands returning to her sides. "One other person, huh?" It did make her feel special that she was one of only two, but what had he done with the other girl? Perhaps they were dating now. "I don't suppose you danced with her, huh? All we did was talk, anyhow..." She murmured, eyes gazing up at him. ||E||
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Post by Mila on Dec 5, 2012 17:01:33 GMT -5
18:56:59 [Trix] It would be so simple. She could do it too. She was light enough and nimble enough to reach. And thus she did - approaching the window ledge as she reached forward to open up the stained glass. Pushing it against the wind as it whipped against her features the library tower was a sudden haven for the girl. Reaching up she climbed up onto the sill - her tartan dress caught by the breeze. Her black shiny shoes resting as she balanced. Golden blond strands of hair whipping back from her face, eyes matched the color of the sky. It was so simple. So easy --- and she took a step, leaning forward to fall out of the tower, letting her body at first drop before wings spun out, carrying her upward, the iridescent light of which shone from the resonate echoes of the sun. She felt free. Exhilarated. Far better than any mouthful of alcohol would give her. There was a sense of pride as her wings flapped, her body dove as she circled the sky, taking a moment to just fully invigorate herself with the risk taken. The pure, unadulterated moment was something she’d never done before, but had relished the audacity to finally grasp it. It came back to the emotions feeling inside. Always done things for so many others, but never taking time for herself. Never truly giving herself a chance to be who she could be. What she could be. This given moment of freedom was a wake up call in so many ways. Choices and ideas, words, thoughts echoed in her mind, carried on the wind that blew around her as she dove again, heading toward the ground before bursting back toward the library tower. Bird’s joined her, flowing in momentum with how the light Fae felt the light of day - lips parted into a delightful smile as pure adrenalin surged through her core.
18:57:16 Xarissa "Alright. If you're sure." She then blinked, and shook her head softly. "Nah, it's fine, really. And, no...not really. At least, not yet, but, well...nah. Maybe he'll thank me, I did tidy up his desk." It was pretty damn organized now. She just needed some cleaner, and it would be set to go, and t wouldn't smell of cinnamon, either. Maybe she needed to change her body spray. She did like the cinnamon though...Oh she wouldn't want to give it away. "Who knows when he'll be back, and...I imagine we'll both have classes to get to. I'm sure it'll be fine. Just as long as you...return them on time, right? Should be no problem. And if they're for a class, even better." With a smile, she nodded. She'd already signed them all out, it was no problem. Even gave them the official date stamp. Lips thinned when she was told that Trix would be back, but, Xarissa shrugged, and watched where she went. If her company left before Trix came back, then the femme could expect company up there. She figured there was things to talk about. "Huh, oh, yea. We've been spending time together, it's been nice." She did frown again, then blinked. She'd listen to the girl try to apologize, then looked up to Giselle once more. "Yea. Haha. I can't say much of the same. It hasn't been the best, no. I mean, I got up, went for a walk, then all of a sudden I'm hugged and he's running off before I can say anything. Got me started off, confused...especially considering we were talking about not nice things. Then there was an odd meeting, and she too, flitted off. And, as you can see, another two people ran off on me." She lifted a shoulder. "I feel like no one wants to stay around me today, if that makes sense. Sorry to toss that on you, just sort of...came out. And, as I said earlier, to someone...it helps to talk." She'd hop off of the desk, "What'dya say I help you carry those wherever they're going?"
19:17:06 Chase` chuckled, nodded a little in agreement, "It was a nice dress." He watched her step closer and take the watch from his hands to examine it closely. The faded cliffside with its mighty oak emblem, the exquisite detail that had been lost to the ravages of time and use. She was close now, and he could probably get a good whiff of her scent, which was probably fruity. He knew how girls liked the fruit-scented shampoos and whatnot. He rolled his eyes dramatically when she assumed that it was, in fact, a girl and that he had danced with her. He shook his head a little, "Nope. As a matter of fact, I didn't dance with anyone that night. It was a girl, but I didn't dance with her. In fact, she kind of abandoned me mid-conversation." He neglected to mention that he had, in fact, asked her to dance. That would probably hurt her feelings, and he'd made one slip already. Then he gave a dramatic sigh, "That's me alright. Always getting abandoned." Then he grinned at her. He had no idea that Candace, one of the B.F.F.s and the Gossip Queen of Hex was peering around the corner of the stacks. That is, until, he looked up from Augusts eyes. The blonde hair was what gave her away. His eyes narrowed, his face arranging itself into an expression that promised violence if she said a word. But, undaunted she came sauntering around the corner of the book shelf, "So, mud boy, I didn't realize you were into ketchup-stains and crying." He pushed away from the bookshelf, internally berating himself for this stupidity, "Whore, if you say one more word you'll take the rapid exit out one of the windows." Undaunted, the blonde looked at August and smiled sweetly, something that was known to be very bad from any of the B.F.F.s. Except, maybe, Roxi. "So tell me burger girl, does his breath really smell like dirt?" She let out a devious giggle and sped away. That rumor would be all over the school by the time second period started. He sighed and looked at August, "I'm sorry. Some people -
19:33:53 Giselle Oh yes, she was quite sure, if she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t have bothered to open her mouth, as it was a waste of hot hair and thus could confuse the person she was speaking too. No harm, no foul and in return the two could strike up a more a pleasant conversation with a stranger. Tidy up his desk? Leaning over she’d see what type of organization skills the girl had “Unless he’s the type to like his mess where it sits and then I don’t think he’d appreciate that.” She hadn’t actually spoken to or even taken into consideration the attitude of the teachers and other staff… this suddenly seemed like a dangerous situation, it could blemish her record— but that was why she was here, shaking her head she’d keep the books where they were “It’s all right, I’ll come back. Best not get on the side of the person who can distribute books out to the needy,” Giselle said dryly, not that she didn’t mind hanging around “I’m pretty good for my classes right now.”She had some free time, her schedule demanded she take a moment before heading off to her next class where she could cram herself into a studied stupor. She’d only met Trix once, the girl seemed nice enough, but it seems like everyone already had a group of friends— Giselle had books, sports and her schedule. Having listened to Xarissa explain her day Giselle would nod her head “It sounds like you’ve already had yourself a hectic day.” More-so in fact. Nodding her head again she’d sigh in agreement “I know the feeling all too well, and it isn’t exactly a pleasant feeling.” If anything the girl was right “No, you’re correct. Talking helps, expressing yourself helps.” A sudden break in character that she’ll mourn over once she returns to her dorm “Since you said you’re already in trouble, I’ve a bit until my next class. I’m free for anything.” As in… that word— the most eluded one, oh yes, for something fun.
19:45:02 Xarissa She had done a good job! Everything was very neatly stacked and put in a good place. Books at the edge, papers piled nicely alongside, and content where they should be. "Are you calling me a mess?" She grinned, as she hopped up off the desk, removing the mess. As if Xarissa could be called a mess. Perhaps emotionally at times, but phsyically? She was just a little dusty from sitting on the floor. Curling her toes, she reached up, stretching, then swung down to land on her feet one more, flat. "Mkaayy."</i That wasn't her choice, but you can't say that she didn't offer. She was trying to be nice. <i>"That's good." Xarissa, well, she'd have to get to hers eventually, and maybe she should look at her imaginary watch, and figure out if she were going to be late, or not. "I wouldn't call it hectic, moreso than disappointing. I mean, it's been quite relaxed, pace wise, but..." The only hectic part, was where she flipped all the mystery books so their pages were out, and spines unreadable. She might have mixed up the organization, too. "It isn't...it really isn't. It makes you wonder if they actually want you around, if that makes sense. Some people just don't have the guts to speak up and say they don't want to be around you." Her nose crinkled. "It does. I usually draw, or read, but..well, Im not signing a book out myself." Out came the tongue, as she thought. "Hm...Free for anything. I' going to be point blank and obvious, my anything list is blank right now! I don't know what to do with myself, other than sit here and play unhired assistant." Pause. <i>"What's on your anything list?"</i
19:49:24 [August`] Fruit-scented? Not quite. In fact, she smelled of vanilla and lilac, an odd yet calming combination as she had stepped up towards him. Pursing her lips, she looked up at him, appraising his expression as he went on to explain about the night of the masquerade. Chuckling, she could just imagine poor Chase standing around with a gal' running off in the other direction in the middle of something important that he had been saying to her. "Somehow, I don't believe that someone like you wouldn't dance with any girls." As the female made herself known - that queen bee - August followed Chase's eyes to see the blonde haired female moving towards them. Her lips set into a thin line, her smile fading into a grimace as the female moved swiftly towards them. Looking away from the female at her snide comments, she swallowed hard, knowing the worst was to come. Eyes looked towards Chase as he pushed away from the bookshelf, moving a mere step towards Candace. Burger girl? She flinched a bit, brows furrowing as she clenched her jaw. Eyes looked after her, and August couldn't help but to lose all of the even slight emotion in her face as she was reminded of that time in the hall. "I uh... Yeah." Frowning slightly, she turned away from him, her upper body tense from the comments from Candace as she looked towards the spines of the books again, trying to focus on them so that those familiar tear wells wouldn't open up again. ||E||
20:03:05 [Trix] The flight was what she had needed. Like a run through the wind it had opened her eyes. A moment of reality that played through the myriad of thoughts she’d built up within, in particular over the last night or so. It was determination that succeeded. Trix feeling suddenly powerful as if the World was at her fingertips and she could chose to do what she wanted as she slowly sauntered down toward the courtyard, taking the time to lower herself, point of toe to the ground. Despite the cool chill of the air, she remained as she was. Her hair ravenous strands of blond that were windswept and golden, hues so vividly blue it was as if the sky had opened up deep within them, recording all she’d seen to echo with vibrancy that hadn’t seen the light of day. Lips parted in bated breath, her cheeks flushed with the energy of a rising moment. She felt empowered - ready to take on the World. Ready to follow her instincts. Listen to her mind, her body and soul. She had grown her wings, and like a new level life stood before her. It was colourful, warm and inviting. She remained as she were, allowing her wings to slowly fade, closing them within as she shifted. Adorned in her school uniform, she was all but ready for class save the momentous occasion she’d just enjoyed. Like a first kiss she’d yet to experience - a real kiss she’d never had, she’d been raised up on her tip toes, carried by the current and flown to new heights. Trix was awakening. She was becoming and she was growing internally.
20:08:44 Xarissa Who had the bright idea of letting Xarissa stay in the big library, all by herself? Once Giselle left, she was unsure what to do with herself. Clicking her tongue, she rocked on her heels, and began to pace around, her arms around behind her as she began to amble around, very dramatically. Maybe she shouldn't do anything else in the library, but three is the charm. Technically, she had three, but, no one was going to know about one of them, and well, she wasn't sure if anyne was going to figure out it was her who did the books. One more thing...one more thing. What could she do? Clicking her tongue, she continued to pace Humming to herself, Xarissa eventually found herself pausing at the romance, debating, then moving on. There was probably nothing she could do there, so, for now, she grabbed herself a book, only to arch a brow at the conversation there, leaving it be. That was their ordeal, she'd go and flop down in a chair, legs crossing. Give her a moment, and she'd go and do something other than sit there.
20:10:48 Chase` glared daggers at Candace's hopping and skipping back. No doubt she was just so terribly excited to spread the rumor that Chase liked August. No doubt it would inflate with every retelling to the point where most people believed that they had been full on making out in the stacks. He tucked his pocket watch back into the space from whence it came and he ran his freed hand through his black curled, "Hey, don't worry about that." He had, quite obviously, heard about the burger incident with Brax, however he was not a fan of the guy's outburst, "You didn't deserve that. I'm sure that that whole nickname will go away eventually." Yeah, maybe if he left her alone and kept her out of the limelight. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I really am sorry. I'm gonna head out. Let you be." He'd brought her enough trouble for one day and classes were supposed to start any minute now. With the vodka he'd swilled killing his hang over he'd make his way through the Hex halls and head for his first class of the day.
20:17:41 [August`] Jaw clenched, she looked up at him, over her shoulder at first until she finally turned to face him. "I don't know... Some people can't get over anything like that. Candace is probably one of them. The girl gets a kick out of my embarrassment. Not that it's difficult to embarrass me." She shrugged a bit, his hand easily resting on her shoulder, steadying her as she frowned. Looking at him, he would say his goodbye, and she didn't even have time to reply - just standing there silently as she wondered when she'd see him again. ||E||
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