Post by Jake on Dec 24, 2012 6:49:08 GMT -5
10:01:01 [Thane] Fifteen minutes, lights out. Despite that it was only just nearly 8:30 in the evening. First years didn’t have any such curfew, but now the whole school had been put in timeout, so to speak. All due to a few students need to act out. If he had to be honest, the poorly executed prank did at least a good job of slicing through the boredom and buzzing monotony that was chaperoning a school dance. From what he’d heard by passing members of faculty, the early curfew was the near bulk of the punishment. Thane didn’t mind the leniency, but by the sounds of it, others did, opting for the default old fashion medieval lashings they were accustom to dolling out. Grey hues surveyed the ball room for the neigh umpteenth time throughout the evening, yet this final evaluation was nothing like their predecessors. The lavishly decorated Yule tree sagged and slumped with the added weight of the summoned water. Ornaments sat in puddles, some broken and shattered at its base. The buffet tables once covered in snow white cloths and extravagant center pieces lay uncharacteristically on their sides, knocked over amidst the chaos and panicking students. There was a good inch of water that still remained, coating the floor and making each step taken on its surface a cautious one. Napkins, food, and trash littered the floor in a similar fashion, even a high heel or true was visible scattered about, misplaced and forgotten in hurried attempts to flee from the clutches of punishment and consequence. Overall a potentially enchanting evening cut short by means of torrential rain. Thane found himself standing somewhere in the middle, by a toppled ice sculpture , shrugging off his sopping black jacket like it was contaminated with some infestation and revealing the sticky, skin tight white button down beneath. Few professors at this point lingered, and even fewer students had they dared to risk not being in their rooms by the curfew. The jacket was hung over his forearm and held slightly away from his body as he puffed up his cheeks in pent up emotion of some sort. Perhaps a mild, watered down frustration coupled with confusion. Now that the dust had settled he was still left with the thought of the sparklingly dressed fifth year that had near accosted him in the dark. How he felt about the situation would still be labeled as purely perplexed, until he had time to sit down and properly think about it. Meanwhile, for all intents and purposes, such a thing never happened. With the thought of scandal waiting to rear its ugly head, Thane ran fingers through his still dripping brown mop, the liquid acting as a molding gel that attempted in a sense, to tame the curls that appeared when his hair wasn’t dry or styled. With a steady exhale, he’d swivel and take a starting step towards the Ball room exit.
10:21:08 Helena` secretly rejoiced the untimely end of the monotonous ball. Another dance held at the Institute, one of numerous littering each semester, and counting the years spent in the ancient castle on her part – she no longer felt any excitement for such events. Still, she played the part of chaperone, if leaving the bringing of order to the hands of another. Once the students were almost entirely clear she lingered, acting the mildly irritated adult, guiding the youths to their exit in a low, sedate purr that demanded obedience without needing to resort to foul behaviour. She was conspicuous. The beauty was willowy and lean, curvaceous in the appropriate areas and clad in the most fitted of garments – an elegant ensemble in nude and black. It accentuated beauty without dipping into inappropriate lewdness, the length near to her knees and the bust as chaste as a woman with class and desirability could possibly manage. What drew the attention, truly, was that all save her black pumps, was dry. Even the fairly short crop of her wave, circa the thirties. Forethought had preserved her presentable appearance, in the form of a useful, human tool. Her mind's eye did not detect the culprits, but Helena was no fool. As light as day was the guilt on Mila, Izak and Jake's faces. They had not simply thought themselves caught carousing with the opposite sex. But then, to act in revelation and punish them as they deserved would only require more effort and wasted time on her part. Hadn't the Seer done enough of that, this night? Never the champion of the students, nor pleased by the brutality of the school she lingered in mild nonchalance. Washed her hands of it, so to speak. For that matter, Professor Weir had allowed the trio to leave unhindered by a stern word. Instead she picked at the behaviour idly of other minors, simply to appear as though she was dutiful, all the while longing for the seclusion of her chamber. On her way, she spied the departing form of Thane. Professor McMahon had been caught, in the visibility of returned light, questionably close to a student. Few, if any had noticed. As for Helena? This was a femme who studied individuals as though they were novels to be read. It garnered her attention and unable to resist, the knowledgeable woman ghosted his step. Her pumps marked her approach with a steady tap with the sway of each step. “McMahon.” The greeting was made formally, for the benefit of any lingering students. She surely doubted many of them knew her first name. It simply wasn't their business. Now, this was a man she knew fairly well. Hadn't she guided him to the Institute's homely doors? Did they not occasionally socialise over a game of logic? Helena believed she scented a win on her part during that unfinished game – but there was time enough for that, later. “Can I speak with you a moment.” Brow arched and a quirk to the corner of her ruby lips, she awaited his assent. If he had ceased in his movement, she closed the gap between them with unnerving slowness. “Professor McMahon,” she noted, with a hint of clever jest on her tongue, “In the Ballroom. With the candl-.” No, that wasn't quite it. Her voice dropped lower, her distinctive purr loud enough only for his ears. “With young Miss Reynolds.” Confirm or deny. She trusted this man enough to take his word for it – were he truly innocent, or not a horrid liar.
11:04:48 [Thane] The water made it near impossible to tread quietly. Each step sloshed and squished with either soaked shoes or displaced liquid. Thus the sounds of such footfalls behind him earned his attention. However it was the distinct coo of the slightly elder professors’ voice that caused him to halt in his moments and cast a smooth glance over his shoulder. “Weir.” He responded with the same lingering formalities as he swiveled in place to face her. A flash of their latest chess game glossed his gaze for a moment, leaving him questioning his last move, whilst considering hers all the same. Her posture, body language, the twinkle in her eye gave him cause to believe that she wished to discuss such events. How terribly wrong was he, it would seem. A moment of his time. “Of course.” With the respect he had for this woman, he always had time for Helena Weir. He owed her a great deal. It was rapidly becoming clear that he motives for approaching him were not as Thane originally anticipated. He watched, with an ever raised brow as she closed the gap between them with the calculated and precise steps known of most Seers. No action taken without a reason, even if such reason was intended to deceive or mislead. Again with his name, this time her voice dripping with a sense of knowing and subsequently the upper hand. What was she playing at? In the Ballroom. Yes. Clearly. Get on with it. With a candl-estick. Candlestick. By now Thane had deduced the obvious conclusion that she was giving him Clues. Clever. Cheeky even, but why, and clues to wha-- With young Miss Reynolds. The muzzling puzzle piece fell into place neigh instantly as the barely whispered breath of the Divination professor accosted his ear ever so gently, tauntingly so. If it were possible, that same brow peaked just a bit further, emphasizing his curiosity. Otherwise, Thane’s reaction was quite subdued, unreadable. A man deciding his next move. Ever the mind game it was with Weir, always having him having to think half a dozen steps in advance. When he finally spoke, the words flowed effortlessly from his tongue, confident, truthful, the subtle southern drawl making
11:22:46 Helena` let his denial sink in for another lengthened moment, her eyes narrowing speculatively as she surveyed his initial response. Confidence was voiced, but she wasn't quite so easily assured. Slender arms crossed over her bust, head canting some before she came to her eventual response. “I see.” Did she? No forethought had spoken of a scandalous interlude between student and mentor in the darkness – but a Seer did not see everything. An error of human myth and lore. One did not simply force future visionary to their sight. It came as it would, and this, had not disrupted her mind. “It did not seem a misunderstanding,” she carefully announced, her Londoner's speech prim and proper, though voiced in her sultry purr, “To Miss Reynolds.” Her arms dropped from their perch, one reaching forth and ceasing midair along the way. Thinking better than contact when students may yet linger, along with the suspicious and gossiping eye of their colleagues, the femme's arm dropped with the other to her sides. “Have a care, Thane. You risk more for them – than yourself.” If there was something, something at all – he put the girl at great risk. A cruel school had trouble securing Professor's for long. Who would want to teach delinquent's such as these? Who could survive the pranks and attitude offered at every turn? Students, as it were, were easier come by and evidently disposable in Luthor's opinion. Mysterious disappearances and cruel punishments for mediocre mishaps proved enough of that. A teacher very well risked the life, and at least the physical safety, on any student they dared to conduct an illicit affair with.
11:54:57 [Thane] Thane could see the speculative suspicion etched into the woman’s features and hear it as it effectively laced her words. He shifted in his uncomfortably wet outfit, rolling his shoulders about to loosen the sticking material from his flesh. Brown hues sans spectacles followed the brief hint from her body language that he may have been about to offer some sort of reassuring contact, but thought better of it. Calculative orbs flickered back up to the femme’s face as she voiced her perspective. The young professor opted to cant his head, if only slightly before moving his gaze elsewhere, off to the side. “I understand your concern..” He responded softly, but firmly debating how much of the story, the little he knew, to share. Shifting his focus back to the Master of Mathematics, Thane conveyed a look of unbridled reluctance. Confirm or Deny. “Helena--” He began, the words that would explain playing a balancing act on his lips and they started simply with the phrase ‘Liquid courage’. One too many doses at that for the young fifth year. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring himself to divulge the information in its entirety, not yet at least. As much as he did trust Helena, here and now was not the place to discuss such things. Especially when eyes and ears yet lingered, and rumors traveled fast. Instead, he opted to finish his statement differently. “..We really do have to finish our game, sometime.”
12:11:45 Helena` wasn't entirely decided on her belief, or disbelief in his original denial. She spoke though, the warning of a respected friend and, in whatever mild regard she had, for the safety of minors, however fickle they may be. Miss Reynolds, was a girl popular for her athleticism. Fairly youthful, inquisitive and observant, the Seer knew Sydney had the tongues of the gossip mill wagging on more than one occasion. There had been talk of an incident at the lake between herself and Weir's Tritus lad, the typical jock, ,b>Jake</b>. A long-standing crush, apparently, too. Following these discussions were talk of much of the same, but rather replacing the well known playboy with the relatively new Captain, Kyran – the one who had escorted her to the ball no less. Students had murmured, perhaps the words from an Elemental or Siren's lips that concluding a lucky save from a near fatal accident by James, that the girl had made eyes at the healer who rescued her and formed an unlikely crush on he too. With so many stories, Helena found herself unable to tell truth from lie, and may have been very well astounded (and perhaps womanly proud), to know that every single one was true. Add to that, a brief attraction the all-seeing Professor noted between the popular young lass and Izak, from her sniper's perch by the banquet. It seemed this was wordly girl, reminding Helena of her own youth. Affectionately recalled her fickle choices past. Whether or not the girl was loose with her attentions, Weir would offer the warning without a doubt. Even had it been Roxana Hart, a girl known for her notched through and through belt, she would have done the same. That said, trust was not up for debate. She concluded the awkward conversation with a lingering smile that reached eyes that danced between emerald and sapphire. “So we do.” Proceeding as though the conversation hadn't occurred at all, “I thought you may have forgotten, or were evading your...” The challenging femme winked in a rare, public display of playful, true nature. “Impending defeat. I always win, you know?”
12:33:29 [Thane] The shared respect and trust between the fellow Seers aided to swiftly end the awkward conversation in a timely manner. Thane was left with a lingering feeling of unfinished business bubbling in his stomach, but it was something that was best swallowed down and ignored for the time being. Surely a discussion with Miss Reynolds was in order, but not one he would likely initiate anytime soon. As a man with a questionable past, and the ability of forethought, he often had the advantage of a well timed retreat, and successful avoidance of issues. Yet at the same time, this appeared to be one situation that was easily resolvable on the surface. In the meantime, this thought was brushed aside and stowed away as he met Weir’s challenging smirk with a playful, breathy scoff of his own. “How could I forget…” He responded, meeting her quip for quip and savoring the rarity that was a wink for Helena Weir. He nearly rolled his eyes but found himself indulging a quiet chuckle otherwise. “Ah –ah – don’t get to ahead of yourself now. Last I check, a true winner has yet to be decided. Unless you know something I don’t..” The remark trailed off with a silent inquiry. Has she foreseen her ultimate victory, or was she yet again trying to slip under his skin with a well played mind game. Only time would tell.
12:35:07 Sydney had slept in, which was unusually rare for the female who was ordinarily up at dawn. Though the night before and the alcohol consumed had a lot to do with it. At first, she’d felt rather pasty with an excessive dry though, her head a little groggy from the after-effects of any lingering elixir, though slowly, with the way her metabolism was so primed, it soon dissipated to naught, leaving her to recall the night before and the gutsy move she had pulled. Disbelief had struck her at first, when recollected the kiss she had given to Professor McMahon. Had she truly done that? Or was that part of a dream she’d had some time during the night? The memories were a little fuzzy but one thing was for certain, if it had been true, you can be sure the young vixen would be avoiding Thane for a little while, uncertain how the male teacher would respond. Things had ended so quickly after that - the ball ending so suddenly, everyone being told to go to their rooms and a curfew imposed on what was suppose to be a long night of dancing, drinking, partying and the like. Though soaking wet, it did serve to allow her to get out of her damp clothes and into some comfy pyjamas of a tank top and comfortable yoga pants. Today though was a new day, and whilst she’d slept in, she still had the whole day to do as she pleased. Classes were now cancelled, which was a huge relief of the D-baller’s shoulders. The female had gotten dressed, warm leggings, boots to her knees, a wool sweater over the top of her tank top, the sweater fitting snug to her athletic and well toned form. It lowered to her waist, bundled up underneath giving rise to the flat of her abdomen, and rounding out a pert derriere. Hair was pulled into two braids, one on each side, fastened in a lose fashion with several strands of curls opting to play wild and dance around her face. Jacket having been placed on over the sweater, she was warmed up by the notion as she prepared herself to head outside. Skates were flung over her shoulders, the laces tied to keep them together as she exited the Tritus dorm, through the common room and out into the Hallways. Most students were still sleeping, though a few were up and about, milling through the hallways, enjoying their free time now Christmas Holidays were here. Syndey made her way through the hall, heading toward the main exit to go outside.
12:55:28 Helena` was already trailing away from their brief discussion, steps continuing in their momentarily hindered step for the exit and thus, her abode on the upper floors. Over her shoulder she spared him a look, guard dropping slightly in a short bout of laughter. “I know only that I'm too good to lose.” Better than her opponents, perhaps? With a history of victories, she need not doubt her prowess on the chess field. Often people refused to play with one of her kind, believing such mages to be born cheaters. Such issue wasn't found when it was a game of Seer against Seer.
13:09:21 [Izak] Only bare feet could be seen peeking out from amongst the jungle of blankets and sheets. Bare feet and a stray dangling arm off of one side of the bed. Typically one to get as much sleep as humanly, or inhumanly possible, Izak wasn’t quite a happy camper when the prodding of what probably felt like a dull pencil penetrating his rib cage roused him from his slumber. He stirred slightly, a muffled grumble being heard from beneath his pillow as that stray arm lifted and lazily swatted at the anonymous annoyance. Meanwhile, Declan avoided his wolfish roomate’s reach and continued his pestering with the bent end of a coat hanger. “Oi mate, get ur’ arse up already. Oy’m not lettin’ ya’ waste ur’ whole day in bed.” A pause, and another undecipherable grumble. “Whot?” Declan inquired with another prod before Izak’s head revealed itself above the mass of fabric with squinted eyes and an utterly horribly case of bed head. “I said poke me one more time and I will bite you.” The Irishman snorted and daringly reached forward. The young weres eyes narrowed at the object then flicked upwards at the culprit wielding it. The moment the cool metal touched his skin, Izak all but scrambled and threw himself out of bed, not in frustration or anger, but determination. The elder merman started, dropping his weapon of choice and b-lining towards the bathroom but he was simply not quick enough. Izak had already caught him by the arm, albeit a flailing one, and latched on with his teeth – “Ayy! Ow-whot the ‘ell!” was voiced by the victim, but the commotion ended quickly enough, as Izak had kept true to his word. “You seriously bit me….” Complained the mer, busying himself with rubbing and examining the moist teeth mark etched into his skin. “…At least you’re up.” A dismissive hand was waved, amusement slowly fading from his features as Izak splashed himself with water and proceeded to run through a rapid version of his morning routine. Soon enough a proper outfit was donned, and a beanie tugged about his head hiding his untamed locks enough that he deemed himself presentable to the world. “What was so important that you had to wake me up?” – “The ice rink is opens, and I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep through breakfast again.” A half grin twitched about his mouth as the dball goalie stretched and swung open the door, taking strides out through the common room. “What’re ya’ waiting for then Dec, let’s go.” Stifling an eyeroll, the Irishman fell in step, and the pair of young men trekked out into the cold.
13:24:42 Mila slipped from her bedding with a grumbled mutter of discontent. Her head ached slightly and her mouth was as parched as a desert. Needless to say, many other students were equally as troubled, the aftermath of the clean, tasteless lacing of alcoholic elixir with the symptoms as it's humane counterpart. A dreaded, Sunday hangover. How many youths had suffered one of those in their lifetime? Countless. She was one of a number of morose girls in the Crux girls bathroom this morn. Many irritable at spoiled gowns and an early end to their fun, others regretting mishaps and misdeeds spurred by darkness and intoxication. Again, Mila shared in their woe. Wishing to place as much distance between herself and the castle, the lithe femme slipped her shapely legs into form fitting leggings, coal in color and fitting prettily to the sporty lass and her pertly curvaceous figure. Her blue Highlander's jersey was shrugged on over, a little tight at the breast but hanging loose elsewhere and marked with her favourite number - Seven. Australian and residing in England for the past years at Hex, it was any wonder why she chose to support Scotland. But, support them, she did. Snow boots with gray fur inlined were pulled onto her dainty feet and then the little Miss was on her way, her step limber and quick as she exited the castle and trudged down the back, courtyard's steps. The loch was her destination. Wind blew a long, unbound lock of sable into her line of vision, and had the girl huffing it endearingly from her way. Her line of sight clear, striking orbs of crystalline and smoke cast over the pristine white of Winter's touch, and she was trudging for the lakes edge. Athleticism and activity were her greatest addictions. Sitting still was not a trait often associated with the whimsical lass, and with a spontaneous desire to busy her day and forget had her considering the casting of skates to the bottom of her boots. She waited, just yet.
13:29:16 [Sydney] The Loch had been slowly freezing over since winter began. The edges were well fortified by ice, though perhaps the middle was still slightly unstable. One couldn’t tell by looking to it however. Sydney exited the building and crossed the courtyard. Hat atop her head keeping herself warm, mittens upon her hands to keep those fingers cozy and a scarf wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t a cold day though, not as cold as it could have been. Relatively mild for near Christmas, but perhaps a little damp. Overhead grey clouds hung in the balance - the deciding factor of whether it was going to rain or snow still leaving an uncertainty upon the land. With gentle sway of steps, she meandered down the hill, one boot in front of the other as subtle hips swayed delicately with her confidence gait, her boots doing a good job at keeping the cold snow at bay from her socked feet. Hair bounded listlessly in the breeze, while sea-green hues gazed upon the approaching Loch, noting on a few kids on there this day that were already staking. It was still relatively quiet overall, which gave Syd piece of mind. At least Professor McMahon wouldn’t be around by the ice, and she was well away from the school in order to avoid the male. With precision and ease, careful footing soon found the femme approaching the dock, where a few rocks were gathered and the snow had been compacted by people walking over it, over time. Here she lowered to sit, before taking her of her boots, then untying the laces to her skates. Each skate was deftly placed upon her feet properly, while she wiggled her toes within in order to get them adjusted to the shape. It had been a while since she skated, but all in all the athletic girl knew how to handle herself on the ice. At least for the most part. Instead of working out at the gym this morning, she would be working her legs while skating, and hopefully enjoying herself mid process. Before long, the slender form was sliding upon the ice, getting use to the sensation of balancing on blades, which took her just a little time to adjust to. It was only once she was on the ice did she spot Mila down by the lakes edge, to which she skated up toward the girl. “Hey Mila..” She offered a smile, though infinitely knew the reason the ball ended to early the night before was because of Mila and Izak’s prank. “How are you feeling today?” She questioned politely, before spinning around on her skates, an impromptu pirouette before coming to a stop once more.
13:58:02 [Izak] Unlike the majority of his peers, Izak hadn’t indulged in the tasteless elixir that had snuck its way into the Yule Ball punch. So once his roommate had managed to wake him and he was properly up and functioning, there was no dawdling fog that clouded his head and caused it to ache. No dry mouth and lingering taste of last night’s beverages. None of the tell tale symptoms of a hangover, lucky him. Declan proceeded to motion over towards the Loch, and Izak casually strode behind him taking in the flashy, reflective surface from a short distance. The Were watched as a few students slid gracefully about, and a familiar face twirled in an impressive pirouette. Upon closer inspection, and disregarding the layer or two more of clothes than she had on compared to last night he recognized the skater as Sydney, chatting it up with none other than Mila. Both of his almost accomplices in one place. Glancing to Declan, who was thoroughly distracted as it were, he clapped his mate on the shoulder and pointed towards the two femmes. “I’ll catch ya’ round, Dec. Got some unfinished business to discuss.” With a curious look and a ‘sure sure’ muttered after the fact, Izak ventured towards the outskirts of the ring, resting his forearms atop its surface as he arrived. “Mornin’ Sydney; Cinderella.” Grey hues rested on the lass that stood on the ice and flashed a quick grin. “You’re pretty good.” He noted before an almost sheepish looked crossed his features as he slouched roughly to their eye levels. “By the way, sorry ah – last night didn’t quite go as planned.”
14:02:33 Mila 's momentary solitude was interrupted by social interaction, usually welcomed but in this sense, received by an aghast stare wherein the exotic little lass was lost for words. Concluding an awkward silence was a meek, “Uhm?” She knows! Guilt plagued at the infectious thing, but she shook her head and the worry from her. In it's steady, an endearing smile spread at her lush, cherry-stained lips. “Uh, hey Syd.” Dainty fingers toyed with the unbound ends of sleek sable, and then the lass was sitting on the snow laden shore while she adjusted her regular snow boots. “I feel...” Words such as hungover, idiotic, stupid and regretful came to mind but Mila only said “Great. You?” Cheery little thing, even in the face of embarrassment and unwarranted paranoia. One lithe leg was stuck out before her, and with the skim of her gaze, a steel blade appeared on it's foot. Akin to skates, only with the top of a snow boot, furlined and all. The same was done to her next and then she was rising to her feet carefully – as she traversed the distance between snow and ice. Once she met the frozen surface, she would have little trouble. There were moments when she charmingly resembled a doe, Bambi, that was – and others where the same grace applied to her every movement on land spoke of it's prowess even on ice. Mila on Ice. In an attempt to best her close friend, none other than the Siren Lara, she attempted a spin. It began almost perfectly. Elegant and precision, but the whimsical lass forgot to spot. Without an anchor in vision, she lost note of all space and landing with an audible, “Oof!” on her pert rear. Undeterred, she giggled at her public falter and shakily resumed her stance, just as Izak appeared and complimented Sydney on her skill. “Hey Big Bad.” She left off the wolf part, but the jist was there. With Wolverine departing she was left with Emri and Jake while she made her hasty exit and presumably to bed, as ordered. “Long time no see, Cap'n.” Mila saluted the self appointed leader of Operation: Ruin the Ball.
14:12:19 [Sydney] Listened to Mila with a smile remaining on her face. She did hold the girl, and Izak guilty of bringing what could have been an awesome night (especially with late curfew) to an untimely end. Though Syd had had her part in it by revealing to them the Water Mage she’d recognized within the group of the dance. She wasn’t entirely out of the blame herself. “That’s good.” She smiled toward the efforts of Mila who’s bright and exotic features denied all ideas of a possibly hangover. She was good at covering it up. As Mila began to skate, Sydney was about to also, though another voice, laden with some guilt was soon heard as her steely green hues landed upon Izak. “Fancy meeting you here..” She quipped lightly, her face impassive as she gazed toward the male. “I am pretty good at almost anything I try..” Sydney bounced back to the compliment, offering a slight wink toward the man before glancing to Mila. “You okay there?” Noting the woman had fallen. At Izak’s apology though she was pulled back toward the male, eyes hooded for a moment as she paused, keeping quiet while adjusting her mittens on her hand. Bundled up for cold weather, Syd was quite warm, the wool hat atop her head, with braids pouring out from each side that trickled down the front of her jacket, the tips teasing around the swell of her breasts. Moments late though, she would speak. “It’s okay. I had my hand in it too. I told you where a water mage was. I imagine I’m just as guilty. “ There, she owned up to her own irresponsible part in the entire charade before starting to skate backwards, slithering from one side to the other. “C’mon - come out on the lake. It won’t bite. Mila could probably cast you some skates if you like. Isn’t that right Mila?” She asked the young vivacious woman, Sydney herself a shifter with limited casting abilities. “Or just slide using your shoes. Or are you too chicken to do so, Izak?”
14:29:05 [Izak] An entertaining little scene played out in front of him, particularly the part where Mila up and took a digger falling ungracefully on her ass. Grace was something the little spitfire rarely lacked, meanwhile Sydney’s prowess on the slippery surface was impressive to the were who wasn’t exactly the most coordinated of people on solid ground, never mind on surface known for its lack of stability. Still casually leaning on the rink’s wall, Izak lifted a hand to mock salute to the female whom was still mid rising back to her feet. “Can’t quite manage to stay on your feet can ya’, Princess?” First the dance floor last night, now the rink. Izak saw a pattern emerging. But honestly, who was he to judge, toss him out on the ice and he’d be on his ass faster than a – well, some clever ass related simile. He would have happily stayed and kept him feet on the sturdy earth for the duration of their interactions when Sydney decided to chime in, causing the Pollock to breath out a chuckle in response. “Trust me, you don’t want to see that. It’s not pretty.” He explained. “Besides, I don’t have any skates.” – Oh, but the fifth year had already addressed that issue and thus Izak’s eyes flickered to Mila expectantly with some dim hope she’d say no, and let him get away with not skating and embarrassing the hell out of himself. Somehow though, he doubted that. Especially as Sydney issued him a challenge, tossing out primary school threats of chickens as he brushed hair from his face. “You really want to see me fall on my ass?” Izak inquired with a laugh as he shook his head and rolled his shoulders back in a shrug eyeing the rink entrance reluctantly. Once again eyes flicked to Mila. Was he about to make a fool of himself skates, or sans skates?
14:44:16 Mila 's giggling came to an end, and she was nodding to Sydney's interrogation. She was unharmed, all save her pride – and even that barely took a battering. This was a belle who preferred laughter to embarrassment, and wouldn't be drawn to such self conscious thoughts over a clumsy mishap, especially when she was generally so nimble and balanced. She offered little input to the discussion of the ball's ruining. It was as much her doing as Izak's, more so than the mindful Sydney who had known better than to involve herself beyond a simple suggestion. Rolling her eyes heavenward in mock irritation, the infectiously smiling lass brought the back of her hand to her forehead, and the other to the swell of her breasts. “Not with Prince Charming around.” Sarcastically announced, it was clear that she was remarking in his lack of charm, rather than swooning in awe of it. Speaking of, it brought to mind a certain grip. Izak had all but subtly presumed a grab for her breast in the darkness, and received just as she wished. Mila had acted as jury and found him guilty, unfairly. Jake was in the clear, later announcing truthfully that he had not, and he'd somehow earned her trust over the last smattering of days. Fancy that. With one hand poised on the curve of her hip, she canted her head with a coy smile. “Oh but you do. Oh but we do.” Skates he had, for the mage flicked her gaze along his boots and uncomfortably, unsteadily produced blades for the task beneath him as he stood. He'd have to act quickly to steady himself, or lose his balance. It was definitely a sight she wished to see. Tempting, she skated backward in swift grace. “C'mere puppy,” came her sweet croon, “Come and play.”
14:55:55 [Sydney] Being the female she was, issuing challenges was part of that competitive nature of hers. She had done so with Kyran numerous times during training times and it had often lead to a lot of fun. They were good work out partners, just bad dates for each other it would seem. Sticking to the no team relationship was the best route to take, even if that make Jake was out of bounds too. Jake would never know the feelings Sydney had held for the Were, but it was time she moved on. He never noticed her that way. Didn’t look at her the way he did others and Sydney wasn’t about to waste her time on a man who didn’t even see her whilst she was right in front of him.. No - indeed Sydney’s life was all about challenge and in turn, changing. Last night had taught her that much. With the kiss to the teacher, she’d stepped beyond some morality she may have once held. She was sufficiently embarrassed at her actions, as well as in ways regretful, but it had felt good. Doing something that one wasn’t suppose to, in the dark with only a slight risk of being caught. Of taking control that like - being the one to make a move. Certainly it had left Sydney while feeling slightly ashamed, in a moral vacuum, for it also empowered her on some levels. That was a feeling she enjoyed. Sydney was pleased to see Mila had indeed made skates for the male, though Syd was more akin to wanting to help the boy learn how to skate first, rather than see him fall on his ass. “Yóu’ll do just fine.” She commented toward Izak. “It’s just about balance and how you hold your body. Then it’s like walking only you slide.” Wanting to make it easier on the male, she skated slowly, showing him how her feet swayed as she moved, off to each side in a subtle push of momentum. “See, push… sway slide. Push.. Sway slide..” Lessons given for now, she quieted for a moment as Mila spoke toward Izak, laughing softly to the puppy remark. “C’mon now.. Lets skate..” She spoke as she began to take off, going backwards
15:03:57 Erinn had a nice time at the Ball, she'd danced with several different people throughout the night, made a couple new friends and enjoyed the spiked punch. She'd gotten over her bit of self consciousness about her torn up back after a little while and had pretty much forgotten about Ig not showing up, his loss afterall. She'd woken up without much of an appetite for breakfast and just ended up getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a midnight blue long sleeved shirt with a little black jacket and boots, her hair spilled over the back of her jacket in straight dark lockes, a few strands blew in her face as she walked out of the doors and was greeted by the chilly morning air. A small smile touched her face though as she breathed in the fresh air, she already felt a little less stifled an trapped. She didn't really have a set destination in mind as she trecked along the path, she just wanted out, to stretch her legs and get away from writing her paper for a bit. She shivered slightly as her body was getting used to the sudden change in temperature, no gloves or scarf were worn so her jacket was half zipped and her hands were hidden away in her pockets, green-blue eyes looked up to the sky and the clouds overhead as she slowed a bit.
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15:28:34 [Henry] Yule Ball was over, but winter certainly wasn’t. Not that he minds at all. Henry’s always liked the cold, despite feeling like he should hate it. Which is why he’d gone out as soon as he woke up. The chill morning air did wonders to clear the mind and brighten up his day. Simple attire for him today - faded blue jeans and a tee shirt, which is hidden under a black jacket with a fur-lined hood. Some kind of red sneakers, too. Probably Chucks. Worn and abused and probably faded to the point of being pink. Somewhere along the path Erinn currently treks along is Henry, strolling along at a very leisurely pace as he tries to hide a lit cigarette behind his hand. Which is occasionally lifted up for a puff or two, smoke exhaled through his nostrils to form a very brief grey cloud over his head. Either he hears footsteps, or catches sight of the girl as he moves his gaze around his surroundings, but whatever the case he turns to face Erinn as she eventually comes in sight and gives her a wave and a, “Hello, there!” With that bright and brimming smile of his. Friendly enough lad, when he isn’t in one of his angry moods.
15:38:04 Erinn thought back to last night, a bit of a smirk on her lips as she remembered dodging someone that tried to catch her under some mistle toe. She would laugh to herself slightly but soon was pulled from her thoughts as she saw Henry and he waved to her and greeted her, she offered a smirk to him, "Well hello there, " she would say and slowed as she neared him. "How long have you been out here?" she would ask him and looked around for a moment before she zipped her jacket up slightly more, her cheeks were a soft pink from the cold but she didn't really seem to mind at all. "I didn't peg you for the cold weather type, " she would add with a smile. She pulled her right hand from her pocket as her hair went in her face a little more, she brushed back the hair from her face but a few strands fell back in her face and she laughed softly to herself, she tried again but still had the same result so she gave up on it and figured it wasn't really obscuring her vision too much so she would just
15:47:24 [Izak] Not without Prince Charming? The snarky statement an obvious remark, at least to his guilty ears, referring to the wandering hand had mistakenly found its way to her chest in the pitch black. Izak’s lips parted, his face conveying uninhibited fault as he lifted his hands up defensively by his sides. “Hey, hey. That was totally an accident. I swear. I told you I’m not that kind of wolf, Princess.” But he seemed to be foolishly proving himself wrong. In the wrong places at the wrong times doing the wrong things, it would seem. Ultimately Izak rolled his eyes and chuckled, from what he could gather, she was simply toying with him at this point, clearly not upset by the transgression and thus he’d play along with the jest, but eventually move on. Starting towards the entrance, his stormy hues would settle on the fifth year and flash an unconvinced smirk. “Yeah, yeah Sasha Cohen – if you say so.” He teased, not having as much confidence in his abilities as she seemed to have, but he appreciated the sentiment. A boot was hesitantly put forward, skateless at the moment and mere seconds before it came to touch down on the reflective surface did one miraculously appear. Not the best timing, but perhaps that was the joke. Thankfully, the male had the inhuman reflexes that came with being a Were and a hand shot out catching the wall surrounding the loch and barely preventing his inevitable descent to the cold, hard ground. Very unattractively, Izak’s legs were sprawled out at uncomfortable angles, like a new born deer trying to walk as he clung for dear life to the wall. “Have I told you both that you suck yet?” He laughed, voice distantly strained as he awkwardly pulled himself further upwards, trying to straighten out his stance. “Because by the end of this, I’ll probably tell you that multiple times.”; moreso Mila than Sydney who was attempting to give him an impromptu lesson. Obviously easier said than done. Yet baited by the taunt of being called a puppy, Izak threw caution to the wind and with a good shove dared to let go of his safety buoy and propel himself with funnily bent knees and windmill arms towards the center of the ice all the while muttering a clearly confident mantra of – “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.”
15:52:58 [Henry] “Pretty much all fucking morning.” Shrug offered up here, another drag from the smoke. At some point he thinks to offer her a cigarette by pulling out the beaten up pack of smokes and gesturing to her. Whether she takes one or not he’ll slide the pack back into hiding once she’s made her decision. Light smirk takes the place of that broad smile as he watches her futile attempt to tame those few loose strands of hair, though it makes him think to run a hand through his own hair, just to be sure it looks right and proper. “You kidding? I love the cold! Winter is pretty much my favorite season.” As he talks he motions that she should follow along, and continues walking along the path. Might as well keep up with the morning activities while they talk. “What’re you doing out so early?” Curiosity in his tone. While they walk he tends to pay more attention to her than where they’re going, eyes staying on some part of her face (unless she isn’t looking at him) to be polite while they talk. Though, being a boy and all, he takes several opportunities to check her out.
15:59:42 Erinn couldn't help another smirk at his response to her question, she nods and would quirk a brow as he offered her the pack but smile as she took a cigarette, "Thanks, " she would say to him, "Mind lighting it for me?" she would ask him as she would move in and see his smirk at her trying to get her hair to cooperate, but she noticed him run a hand through his own hair, "Don't worry your hair still looks pretty." she would say with a grin. She would fall in beside him and take a long drag from the cigarette and blow the smoke away from them as she started to walk with him. "Mine as well, snow and rain are my favorite weathers, especially if there's a huge thunderstorm with the rain." she would say, she loved thunderstorms, the bigger the better! "Why waste a perfectly good day staying in bed? I hate being locked away inside, it's like being a caged tiger at the zoo." she would say with a shrug. She would keep her eyes on him for the most part as well, she didn't miss the fact he kept checking her out and she would smirk a little, though she was a little more discreet than he was as she returned the favor a time or two.
16:02:20 Mila didn't fall for his excuse, however truthful it may be. Instead the femme was laughing in good nature, listening as Sydney afforded him a kindly, impromptu lesson while he wobbled about like Bambi. More so than she, in her momentary lapse of balance. Both playful and sweet enough to lend her assistance, she reached for his with one of her dainty own, hand grasping for his and giving a tug. With no wall in the natural loch nor bar to guide him, she could offer only the her moving support. She provided a shaky balance, graceful but then, not a professional skater. It had been a while, at any rate. Laughter and carousing didn't aid their cause because with a mistread on the ice surface, Mila was yelping as she was falling into a tumble and – latched onto him as she was – bringing the Were down with her. Amusing as the spectacle may be their rough and tumble was a little much for the frozen surface of the glass loch. Beneath them the spindling webs of cracked ice began to ebb, stretching out around them. The tell-tale sound went unheard to Mila, but a Shifter and Were may very well have had keen ears enough to hear it. Blissfully unaware, with a becoming flush to her cheeks the exotic lass looked to be having fun, out on the ice. A marvel, for it was barely weeks before when she was dreaming about the secrets that lay beneath – ignoring them, and doing nothing to reveal them.
16:14:57 Sydney gave Izak the best lesson she could without holding his hands, which would have been an option if she didn’t think the male would be too embarrassed by it. “You’re getting it! You’re doing great. A little more. Try to relax. Just relax, Izak. Feel your body just ease into a natural guide.” she continued to skate before him, but going backwards bringing him further toward the middle of the lake, where he would feel less hindered by the surrounding landscape and trees. Her eyes remaining on his at all times, her voice was smooth, the tone deliberately relaxing to try and help the boy. Being athletic, it was natural for Sydney to coach what she knew and how to teach others in various sports and athletics she could play. It came naturally to her to do so. “That’s great Izak! You’re getting the hang of it.” She spun around, so her back now faced the male as she took off, taking the opportunity to spin a little on her own. Her gaze quickly landed on Mila, and she watched the slow motion connection take place, calling out to both of them but not in enough time. Already they were landed, and Syd though she heard the distinct cracking of ice. But it could likely be the ice shifting with the lake too, considering it’s size. Skating forward, she motioned as fast as she could while laughing at the two bundled of joys on the ice floor, her hand reaching toward Mila in an attempt to pull the woman away. A tight grip was given as Sydney would pull back, bringing Mila to stand once more, then skating backwards with her to get her back on her feet once more, regaining the seer’s balance. She then looked over to Izak, with a firm smile plastered upon her lips. It was at that point she noticed the cracked ice, which had spread further with the weight of Izak and Mila on top. “IZAK!” she called suddenly watching in horror as the ice suddenly snapped, giving way under the Were, leaving nothing but ice cold water to fill in it’s place while the two girls could really only watch for the moment.
16:17:57 Henry doesn’t mind lighting that cigarette at all, since it doesn’t take more than a thought and the snap of his fingers. Well, the finger snapping isn’t really needed but it adds just a little bit of flare to it. And bam - lit cigarette. “Sure, no problem.” To answer her question with words. Promptly followed by a light chuckle and another absent hand running through his hair. “Well, thanks, love. Glad you think so.” If he were less of a man he’d blush, but he doesn’t. “Thunderstorms? Rain isn’t bad, I suppose, but I don’t like it as much as snow.” Easily to light fires in the snow than it is the rain. Thumb of his free hand hooks into one of his front pockets as they stroll along, the other still holding the smoke he brings to his lips occasionally. Until its finished, then he just flicks it away and off the path and fishes in his pocket for another one. Chain smoker and all that. A nod and a quick smile are given to that caged tiger comment. “Yea, I can dig it. Feel the same way. It’s shitty always being -
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16:22:07 Jer has been a mild disruption to many ever since leaving the Great Hall at a breakneck pace. His forcibly sudden rise and exit from breakfast chatter had left one of his friends virtually clambered over. Sprinting down one of the hallways, he'd nearly knocked an innocent student to the ground, leaving her high stack of books scattered and sprawled across the tiled floor. His bursting out of doors had nearly broken the nose of a different student standing haplessly unaware on the other side. Even a snowball fight was temporarily disrupted when he tore through the middle of it, never pausing in the slightest even when a clump of compacted ice collided with and fragmented off his back. With frozen shrapnel still clinging to the fibers of his sweater, the powdery stuff is violently kicked up in his wake as he races off to a destination foretold. He'd been negligent, but the angle of the sun and the certain quality of the clouds reminded him, deja vu style, of somewhere else he needs to be. Right on schedule, he's going to be too late, the two flailing bodies still indistinct dots in the distance as the ice breaks and swallows them whole. As if there's more he can scrape up, he urgently sprints that much faster.
16:29:08 Erinn would be a little surprised at first how he lit her cigarette, she hadn't though about ti really and had been expecting a lighter so after her first drag, she smirks at him, "I wish I could do that.. " she would say to him, she was a fan of fire, it was beautiful and powerful really, sometimes she wished she could sit back and watch the school burn but of course that wasn't about to happen, so she was still a prisoner here. A grin is given as he thanks her, "Of course. What would you do if I didn't?" she would ask just a little teasing. A nod was given to the thunderstorms, "Yeah, they're beautiful, the way the light forks across the sky, you can feel the clap of thunder reverberate in your chest when it's right overhead, feel the energy in the air.." she smiles a bit, "Although I suppose that little trick of yours is probably a little harder in the rain." she would say to him and take another long drag before her hand fell to her side to hide the cigarette a little bit. She noticed him pull another out, "How many do you go through a day?" she would ask him curiously, she didn't smoke constantly, more socially or if she was stressed. "That's true, not much to do really, but hey doing nothing outside is better than doing nothing inside.. Although it helps to have some company." she would say to him with a wink, it was quick, might even have thought he imagined it before she looked ahead for a moment. "What do you usually do to keep sane in this joint?" she'd ask as her green-blue gaze moved back to him, the green in her eyes was more subtle as the bit of midnight blue shirt peeking out from her half zipped jacket pulled out the blue in her eyes more.
16:36:20 Emri 's chilling outside, hosting a small flame in the cups of his hands, embracing the warmth that managed enough strength to keep the cold off him. Off in the distance Jer is running through the field in an unnatural haste, but Emri seemingly misses this. He seems to ignore, too, any other familiar faces, or cries of horror about the Loch that effortlessly split the air. There's an air about him that isn't quite himself, obvious if not already so by the entranced gaze being pulled to the flame. Thoughts that plagued his mind, more fit for a Seer than his own.
16:48:02 Henry smirks to himself. “It is pretty cool.” He can make fire, which might lend to him enjoying fire. He’s never thought to burn down the school, however. A brow quirks up at that teasing question but he gives a wink of his own. “I wouldn’t get to hear about how pretty my hair is, eh?” Erinn’s description of lightning has him looking up at the sky to see if any storm clouds are brewing. “Lightning is pretty cool, but I could do without the rain, ‘cause you’re very right.” As they talk, he smokes, making sure to not exhale in her face. Free hand lifts again so that he can pretend to count on his fingers to answer her question. “Uh, let’s just say a lot. Unhealthy habit of mine.” Offered with a very nonchalant shrug, as if smoking that much isn’t really a big deal. That wink may have been imagined but he’s pretty sure he really saw it, and it sparks a broader smile out of him. “Company does help, ‘specially if she’s pretty.” And another wink to follow that obviously cheesy line. Unless she steers them in some other direction, Henry is keeping them on the path they walk until it ends. He still takes various opportunities to check her out, very not discreetly. “Keep sane? I don’t think any of us students are actually very sane.” Just to point out. “But generally I just.. sort of hang out. Snowball fights in the winter, ice skating. Drinking sometimes. You?”
16:53:33 [Izak] fuckfuckfuckyougotthis-dontfall-ahhfuckfuckkk The mantra continued in his head up until a hand snatched his mercifully, preventing him from properly flailing which subsequently aided in his balance rather than deterred it. A light tug had him towing behind the much daintier and petite femme which had he been a prideful creature might have chopped off some of his ego. But in all honesty, Izak laughed simply happy that he hadn’t bruised his ass just yet. That was a good day, thus far. Compliments came from Sydney widening the silly lopsided smile twitching about his lips. Unfortunately, it seemed she spoke to soon as it only was mere moments later he was just as predicted; on his ass; unexpectedly with a giggling female clinging to his frame. Landing with a solid thud, he oofed, trying to chuckle despite the air being slightly knocked from his stomach. Clearly he was not Prince Charming, not in the least. An attempt to sit up, a hand rubbing at the back of his head. “I told you guys this wasn’t a good--” IZAK! Utterly preoccupied with his sad skating skills, the Were managed to miss the tell tale signs of danger. Only when the scream reached his ears did he blink, aware that something that very wrong. Before the words ‘What’s wrong’ could escape his lips and - crack -. Ice cold water caused Izak to gasp before he was suddenly submerged, blurry eyed beneath the ice as he sunk like a bag of rocks with two arms and two legs trying get his bearings back. Had he mentioned that he aside from not being able to skate, the Were wasn't exactly a world class swimmer?
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17:00:59 Erinn rolled her eyes, "Rub it in, why don't you.." she would say with a soft laugh. She was a mermaid, sure in the water it was great, but on land? Nothing special really, it was rather useless unless someone was trying to drown her in water. The wink he gave her made her smile and she would grin and nod, "Mmm what a shame that would be." she would say to him as he looked up to the sky and she did too, "Ever seen heat lightning?" she would ask him curiously, she had heard of it, seen it a time or two on visits to America, even seen it online, "No rain, it's even cooler than normal thunder storms." she would say to him and finish off her cigarette before flicking it to the snow. She could tell he caught the wink as she saw him smile rather broadly and it in turn caused her to smile a bit as well, "Is that so? I guess we both lucked out today." she would say to him and laugh softly as he winked at her once more. She didn't try to steer them any particular direction just meandered down the path they were already headed down, she noticed him still checking her out and would smirk, "I can tell you're not shy at all." she would say with a laugh and shake her head, "Guess I don't have to worry about whether I have your attention at the moment or not." she'd say though just cuz he was checking hr out didn't mean he was hearing a word she said, though he seemed to be keeping up well enough. "I suppose we aren't really sane.. What landed you here, anyways?" she would ask him moving slightly closer, curiosity clear in her face as she wondered if he'd caused some sort of trouble too. "Drinking is good, swimming, smoking, writing, singing, hanging out.. " she'd shrug.