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Bailey Raynes

"There's always a calm before the storm."

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a character in “Olympus Academy for Demigods”, as played by throne

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Bailey Raynes

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The Basics

Full Name: Bailey Benjamin Raynes
Age: 17
Birthdate: 08/19/1994
Gender: Male
Godly Parent: Zeus

Personality

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Color: Blue/Gray/White
Food: Meat, particularly steak
Drink: Energy drinks, coffee, anything with electrolytes
Music: Pop, Alt-rock, (secretly) show tunes


On the surface, Bailey seems like little more than an introverted over-achiever. Some interpret his self-imposed outsider status as aloofness, him thinking he’s better than everyone else. Others see the tell-tale signs of over-extension and worry, since it seems that he carries the literal weight of the world on his shoulders sometimes. More still find him boring, and just don’t much care.

He might have been one of the academy’s alpha-males. While he can’t quite match the ferocity of one of Ares' children, or the raw intellect of a daughter of Athena, he comes close on both counts. Seldom the best in class, he’s always in the top few, and that combined with the power of his father makes him a force to be reckoned with. His Power Control in particular is advanced, and while he might not be the greatest at tactics, he does have a talent for identifying and supporting the strengths of other when it comes to Battle Strategy. He’s also adept in hand-to-hand and with the copper spear he favors, both for combat and channeling his abilities. As a result, he’s quite confident in every arena but the social one, very difficult to rattle, and usually composed.

Instead, he keeps mostly to himself. Most of the conversations he does engage in wind up being related to one class or another, or the sort of light socialization that doesn’t mean much of anything. He does a lot more watching and musing when it comes to his peers than actual interaction, and if he weren’t so talented, he’d probably exist well off the radar altogether. He’s quite neurotic, given to over-analysis of himself that’s hopelessly misguided.

The few friends he’s managed to make were mostly by accident. A few were acquired as a result of his fervent anti-bullying stance. It’s something he just can’t abide, whether physical or emotional in nature, and he’s gotten into more than a few scraps on behalf of others. Others were just matters of circumstance; days when the stress, lack of sleep, or both caught up to him and he let something slip he didn’t mean to. He isn’t as talented at lying to others as he is lying to himself (in fact, he sucks at it, so most of the time he’ll answer a direct question or just change the subject), so once he opens up, it’s hard to go back.

Contrary to popular belief, he does have a sense of humor. It’s just self-deprecating and obtuse enough that most people have no idea when he’s making an attempt at levity.

Bailey is also a noted insomniac. Those boys unlucky enough to share quarters with him have to get used to the fact that he tends to come and go at odd hours, and that on occasion, he wakes up screaming from the nightmares that he never tells anyone about. It’s sort of a mixed blessing; thanks to his stamina, he’s able to squeeze in the extra training and study he craves, but then again, he’s always tired, and at least once a week he has a “crash” day where he catches up on sleep and misses most of his classes.

Romance and Bailey are not on good terms. For one thing, he’s pretty dense when it comes to realizing he likes someone, or vise versa. He’s a teenage boy, so the more lustful thoughts are definitely near enough the surface, but usually he fuels them into battle practice or exercise. He’s come to terms with the fact that he likes guys, but is absurdly reluctant to act on those feelings in any way, and doesn’t feel that it’s anyone’s business, so only close friends are let in on that particular secret.

There’s one secret that nobody learns, though, and it’s probably the crux of his motivation, intricately tied to every aspect of his personality: Bailey knows he’s going to die. Not in the philosophical sense, in the not-so-distant future sense. He dreams about it on those rare occasions that he gets to sleep, pseudo-prophetically, but it’s usually different- a reminder that, even with the future constantly changing, that particular event is fixed in Fate.

It all started with a prophecy from a child of Apollo, and ever since, Bailey has been preparing for the day to come. It informs his drive to exceed (if he’s going to sacrifice himself, he’s taking as many of the bad guys with him as he can), his lack of personal relationships (the fewer who care about him, the fewer who will be hurt when it comes to pass), his insomnia (that one’s obvious!), and even his romantic difficulties (since the prophecy states he’ll make a sacrifice for love).

Overall, he isn't particularly happy (not hard to see), but he's driven, and has more purpose than most of his peers. It makes him seem older than he really is, and is probably one of the reasons he tends to get along better with adults than his fellow teens.

Similarites to Their Godly Parent: While he lacks the standard version of charisma, it's undeniable that Bailey has leadership potential. He's calm and in control at almost all times, and has no difficulty making the tough choices. He's also above the curve in terms of power and strength, typical of Zeus' progeny.

History



First Memory: Riding in a pick-up truck, watching a storm brew from the passenger side window in the western sky.
Relationship with Mortal Parent: He considers his step-father a hero, and now that he knows about his mother's past, is proud of her as well, for getting out of "the life".

Bailey was a military-brat. After his mother, a stripper at the time, got knocked up, she decided to quit the sex industry and shack up with an on-again, off-again boyfriend permanently. That boyfriend happened to be a Marine officer, and as a result, Bailey spent most of his childhood moving around. He didn't get to put down roots very often, and after a while he learned not to bother due to painful good-byes.

His step-father was hard on him, but Bailey learned discipline from that hardness and is glad for it. As he progressed from elementary to middle school, he had all the makings of a prototypical asshole jock... but for some reason, he didn't care to become one. He looked out for the little guys, and got into more than his fair share of fights defending others from the bullies he could so easily have been one of.

It was one such fight that resulted in him learning the truth of his parentage. He was sixteen at the time, and had earned himself a nasty black eye and a broken nose defending a younger boy. That boy's sister, who was actually a daughter of Apollo, thought to reward him with a prophecy... but when he looked at his thread of Fate, she saw only darkness and death, a sacrifice in the name of love. After that, Bailey began dreaming of his own death every time he managed to sleep. That coupled with misgivings over his sexuality culminated in a suicide attempt, and that was when his real father finally deigned to clue him in to the fact that he was the result of a fling between the King of Olympus and his mother.

Arrangements were made for Bailey to attend Olympus Academy, in hopes that he might be able to gain a better understanding of who he was. Instead, he opted to try to dodge Fate by closing himself off from others, that he might never love, and by becoming the best demigod he could, for when that dark day finally came.

So begins...

Bailey Raynes's Story

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Bailey Raynes


In oblivious, zombie-esque fashion, Bailey made his way into the Great Hall. His eyes were the sort of dull-thoughtful that was usually indicative of introspection, and he shuffled on auto-pilot through the room toward an empty seat, somehow managing in the process not to run into anyone or anything. His steely blue eyes were bleary, and he rubbed at them before pinching the bridge of his freckled nose, a ritual he'd developed to stave off headaches that had decidedly mixed results. How much sleep had he managed to get? He vaguely remembered reading Corialanus, and the last time he'd looked at the clock it had been blazing 3:21 in bright red digital slash thingies. He always set it for 5 A.M., so... as always, the answer to that question was an emphatic not enough.

He rummaged in his messenger bag, extracting a thick spiral-bound notebook that was festooned with multi-colored sticky notes. They jutted out at every possible angle, and after a bit of squinting and page-flipping, he'd gotten to the notes he was looking for. He needed to refresh for an upcoming quiz that had been mentioned, and it was a full three minutes of study before he realized that the quiz that these particular notes pertained to had already occurred, a few days go. Staring at his own handwriting like it had betrayed him, he sank back in his seat and closed his eyes, imagining a world where a few seconds of darkness could actually serve as a substitute for rest.

With his sense of sight out of the equation, the audible loomed. He kept hearing the word ball. It wasn't the most uncommon word, but outside of sports, it wasn't used all that often. His mental gears were still turning slowly, but then it hit him like one of his father's lightning bolts: the Grand Ball. It was today. He squeezed his eyes shut all the tighter, wishing intensely that he could just wake up and have it be tomorrow. The idea of attending filled his stomach with anxious bees that had been trained to swim in the accompanying ice water. Finally, he let his eyes shift to half-lidded, and carefully he glanced around.

If he had to go, who would he ask? The odds of anyone asking him were somewhere in the vicinity of the odds of him sprouting feathered wings and riding a unicorn into the sunset. He could just imagine that conversation. "Oh, uh, hi, so-and-so. I know I've never said more than three words to you about anything other than schoolwork, but would you like to go to the ball with me so that people don't think I'm even more of a loner-weirdo than they already do? As his gaze wandered, he didn't find anyone who'd be particularly susceptible to that unique brand of wooing, and he sighed inwardly.

Maybe he could just go stag. Make an appearance, and then take advantage of everyone else being in one place to get in some extra practice. Having free run of the facilities was an attractive proposition. Odds were, no one would notice if he took off. It was his best option, he realized after a few seconds of deliberation. The people he would have wanted to go with...

Well, it was better not to dwell. Shaking his head at his momentary lapse, he found a mechanical pencil and started in on some geometry homework.

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Character Portrait: Juliette "Jules" Halliwell Character Portrait: Bailey Raynes Character Portrait: Robert Devaux
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One of the mixed blessings of often being confused for furniture was the potential for eavesdropping. Not being much of a blip on the social radar, Bailey often had the opportunity to hear things that really weren’t meant for public consumption. Usually he did his level best to not hear as much as possible, because eavesdropping and its second-cousin-once-removed, gossip, weren’t really his thing. As he sat there, plodding away at his homework, he couldn’t help but notice the rush of movement as Robbie intercepted Jules and popped the question.

He winced as the headache that had been threatening reared its
 head? It felt like someone had jammed a few of the isosceles triangles he’d been painstakingly drawing to scale right into his gray matter. The muscles behind his cheeks flexed and flared as he grit his teeth, attempting to mentally and physically tamp down on the pithing session that was going on inside his skull. Didn’t he have a free period coming up? Maybe he could snag a nap.

Half-focused as he was on his headache, he only managed to accidentally overhear parts of Jules’ response. She was obviously upset, which was saying something, because Bailey wasn’t usually so perceptive to those pesky emotions people kept going on about. It didn’t make much sense to him; Robbie was the one being rejected, so why was she crying? Unsure what to make of the situation, he decided he was better off finishing his geometry homework than attempting to dissect the awkward moment he’d been subjected to by proximity. Not that he minded- there was a little part of him that recognized that, however bad his own attempt to wrangle a date might be, it couldn’t go nearly as badly as that had.

Once Jules had fled, he realized that he was still looking at Robbie, in an obvious way that was almost guaranteed to garner notice. The weary boy wondered why he was so interested. Maybe it was because he was surprised to see Robbie asking a girl out? He knew the guy about as well as he knew anyone, which was to say, barely, but
 well, yeah.

He shook his head a little, clearing out the mental clutter. He should probably say something, rather than just stare, right? Tapping the eraser of his pencil against a college ruled page, he constructed his artful words of solace.

”Tough break, man.” It sounded trite, even to him, but it was something at least, right? The condolences were accompanied by Bailey pressing his lips together, a sort of still-born attempt at a sympathetic smile. The intention was obviously there, but it was like he simply lacked the proper muscles to achieve a curve to his mouth.

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Bailey- we we we so excited


Bailey’s preparations had begun a few hours beforehand, but it had nothing to do with grooming. There’d been a pit of anxiety riding along in his stomach all day, and so as the appointed hour drew near, he had to do something about it. The gymnastics his stomach was doing precluded the possibility of a profitable dinner, so he skipped out on eating and went for a long run under the open sky. It took a few minutes to push the clutter out of his head, but then he’d achieved one of those zen runner’s trances and actually managed to enjoy the exertion. As he returned to the school proper, he was feeling centered and more ready for the evening’s festivities than he’d imagined he’d be.

Things were in full swing by the time he got back. People were primping and posing, taking pictures with friends, pre-gaming a bit in their rooms. For his part, Bailey shucked his sweaty gym shorts and tank top and took a quick-but-meticulous shower. Shaving, brushing his teeth, deodorizing, and cologne followed briskly, efficiently; for him, this really wasn’t any different than any other instance of getting dressed. He’d just be putting on something decidedly more fancy than the usual. He paused to peer at his face in the mirror for a moment, lifting a hand to prod at the dark circles that perpetually shadowed the area beneath his eyes. Nothing to be done about them, really. The anxious pit was beginning to form again, so he pulled away from the mirror and set to getting dressed.

He pulled on black socks, briefs and an undershirt, then the jet black pants and pristine white shirt he’d be wearing for the occasion. His shoes were pre-shined, sitting on his desk chair, and he’d already laid out his bow tie in front of the mirror. Popping up the collar of the dress shirt, he got to work on the most difficult aspect of the whole process. After a few false starts, he’d managed to recall the proper steps to get the bow perfect
 and now, he was more or less ready.

The temptation to just bail on the ball was almost a physical presence in the room. He derailed that train of thought by remembering why he was going through with this exercise in misery: for Quinn. She was a girl, this kind of stuff was important to her, and she’d probably need his support just as much as she needed some manly arm-candy. Glaring at himself one last time in the mirror, he peeled away and flopped down on his bed, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the lights that he’d left on. Maybe he’d have time for a quick nap before his platonic date arrived?

His jacket was hanging off the closet door-knob; all that separated him from readiness was a single button and getting his shoes on. He found himself vaguely wishing he’d gotten his hands on some booze, any kind of booze; that would have made this whole affair much more bearable. That's how anyone who wandered in (the door was unlocked) would find him- all-but-fully-dressed on the bed of his spartan quarters, lights on, silence reigning.

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Quinn Thurston
First few days at the academy + Day of the ball
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Quinn had finally arrived at Olympus Academy. She could only imagine what her arrival would bring for the other students. She grabbed her luggage out of the car her parents had been driving. Her mortal parents. This was as far as they could go and it gave Quinn a tight ache in her stomach. This was a new beginning for her and she wanted this more than anything. Clearing her throat that was aching due to tears she knew were trying to fall from her eyes, she wrapped both arms around her parents. "Wish me luck." She said in a soft whisper to prevent the tears from winning this battle for composure. "I thank you for everything." She would have stood there forever holding them, but as soon as she felt her mother's lips on her forehead she knew it was time to let go.

I love you. She mouthed to them both as she started climbing the flight of stairs that led to the entrance of the academy. The campus was more than she had ever imagined as she walked through a small courtyard that led to a door with the words 'Front Office' above it. She smiled at a few students that she passed before entering the room. "Hello, my name is Quinn Thurston." She said to a rather large woman, who seemed to have not been paying much attention to Quinn. That was of course until she presented Quinn with a package.

"Miss Thurston, inside you will find everything you need; room key, campus map, and schedule. Have a good day." And with that Quinn found herself back into the previous courtyard rummaging through the package. Room key, check. Map, check. Schedule, check. She unfolded the map to find that she was not too far from the dorms, but that she was still also close to garden. She found herself walking in the direction of both until she heard the whispers.

Clover's back. Look guys, it's Clover. She came back. Look at her hair! Clover's a blond now, nice. Wait, does Lukas know? Of course, he has to.. And Ava? She is going to flip.

This changed Quinn's mind about any campus exploration, even if it was only to the garden. She now found herself letting her long golden hair cover her face as she sped up her pace to her room. The whispers were beginning to get to Quinn until she ran into a new face that seemed to not notice her or her resemblance to her twin Clover. Excusing herself for the invasion, she discovered that the boy's name was Bailey. A few days from now, she would be thankful for her lack of attention. Finding out that the boy had been at the academy a little longer than her, she found herself attaching to him. She was thankful for the fast friendship.

Exchanging numbers with the boy, she found herself in her room tossing her luggage near the closet. Since the faculty gives students a few days to settle in and unpack, Quinn found herself instead hiding. She hadn't realized how many people knew her twin. If Clover had been anything like the person Quinn used to be, it would be hard to control her. Yet she kept hearing a certain two people's names; Lukas and Ava. She wondered who they were in her sister's life, but didn't think too hard on it.

Quinn had found herself outside her room once to grab some lunch when she spotted the multiple fliers about a ball. Had she really managed to show up to school the week of a ball? At least this would give Quinn an opportunity to meet the other students, even if she didn't want to. Then it hit her like a bus, she didn't have a date. This predicament would only last a few hours and as remembered the boy she had met. The only person she knew was Bailey, so this was the only option she had. She was actually pleased with the option due to the fact that she liked being around Bailey and that he wouldn't try to hook up with her afterwards. The positive of going with a gay friend. She loved the idea. As she ran the idea by him, she was relieved to see that he liked it, too.

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The day of the ball had already arrived, and Quinn found herself in a panic. She was about to meet the whole student body in one night. Quinn had ran the possibility of meeting individual students in each class she attended, but the second that was erased by the ball, she was anxious. She found herself in her bathroom, digging through the compartment under the sink. Vodka. "Deep breath." She said aloud as she made her way into her small kitchen. "Not too much." She had already seemed to down three shots when the alcohol settled in the depth of her stomach. "Much better."

She had gotten up early, so she knew she wouldn't be late to meet Bailey. She knew that her hair and makeup would take the majority of her day. She stared at herself as she blew up long blond hair dry, letting the natural wave go wild. It only took her a few minutes to perfect her waves, but took what seemed like hours trying to get the small bow at the back of her hair to stay. Her makeup was somewhat on the natural side with hints of pink on her lips and cheeks. She didn't want to go overboard with it because she was never the makeup type. Satisfied with the results, she made her way out of the bathroom looking at the clock. It was almost time to go.

She looked at the short pink dress hanging from her closet door and pulled it off the hanger to take a closer look at it. Quinn was even lucky she managed to get a dress in time for the ball. She didn't even think she'd find one that she love like the one in front of her. She found herself dancing around the room with it until she found herself getting dizzy with the hint of alcohol in her system. She couldn't wait to see what Bailey looked like. She was looking forward to night with Bailey because she knew how much fun they'd have with each other. Having no attachments to him made it so much easier for her to not want to look like a barbie doll, but herself.

It was already past the time she told Bailey she would be there, so she found herself quickly slipping into the dress. She tossed all of her jewelry into her clutch, grabbed her shoes with one hand, and managed to tuck the bottle of Vodka under her arm. She managed to open her front door with only her wrist, catching it with her foot so she wouldn't have to repeat the process again. Quinn looked up and down the hall before sprinting towards Bailey's room. She managed to get there is no time, storming in without a knock.

Seeing Bailey laying across the bed, she let a frown appear on her face before she managed to shake it off. "Not excited?" She said as she tossed her shoes and clutch on the coffee table, making her way across to him. "Well, get excited!" She said grabbing the pillow off his face revealing the bottle of Vodka she had brought along. "Drink up, my dear friend. It's going to be a very long night."

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Blitz had been in her room, she decided to get all washed and what not in her room. She didn't plan on getting too much ready with her half brother, perhaps her bracelets and stuff but right now she was in the bath. She had already previously washed her hair but now was just some time to relax a bit and think things out and order them. She had to keep things in a specific order other wise her mind would be jumbled and she couldn't do anything with that. Just as her hand outstretched to get her bubble bath, the mango one to be exact, it wasn't there and she looked around with her eyes but couldn't spot it but then relaxed and remembered she had left it in Alex's bathroom when she spent the night once. She sighed softly and then grabbed her coconut one. After her bath she grabbed the white towel on the counter and wrapped it around her body.

Walking up to the bathroom door she reached for the knob and turned it. She sat down in front of her small vanity and she grabbed her light pink nail polish. She started to do her nails carefully. After the first coat dried she applied the second and after that layer was dry the clear coat followed, this clear coat was special though it had sparkles in it so her nails shined in anyway possible. She then added a small flower in the corner of each thumb. After her nails were completely dried and done to perfection she got up and finished drying herself off. She got into her simple undergarments and then put her soft, fluffy robe on and sat back down at her vanity. She then applied a little bit of a very faint pink eye shadow that wasn't noticeable but it still gave it colour. She then applied eye liner and mascara. After a little bit of blush and light lipstick she was ready to move onto the hair. She spent the next twenty minutes curling her hair and then another ten making it placed and held together perfectly. Next was the lotion to make her skin soft, this happened all the time after she got out of the shower and it just made her skin naturally improve it's self.

Finally it was time to put on the dress, she walked over to her closet where she had all her clothes but she made sure to hide the dress so Alex couldn't see it, although Robbie upon one of his visits had seen it and he knew what it looked like. As long as Robbie didn't tell Alex she was fine and didn't have a problem with anything. After rummaging through her closet she pulled it out and then undid the one part in the back. She took her robe off and hung it on the hook it always goes on. She then slipped the dress on and had a bit of trouble doing up the back but she managed. Soon enough she grabbed a small hand bag and she put the other part to her attire in it and then she turned off all her lights and headed for her door. She opened it and checked the halls and made sure no guys were in this part of the hall yet.

Blitz made her way through the halls and and moved quickly. Soon enough she came upon Bailey's room and she knocked a little bit before she walked in and smiled at her half brother and then saw another girl she hadn't seen before..Or had she? She was a little confused but none the less she smiled and waved. "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Blitz. I'm Bailey's half sister." She said and now a grin was plastered on her face. "What's your name?" She asked and then she sat down in a chair and then set her little bag down and decided to wait a bit before she put her heels on or anything.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Xior Character Portrait: Ezekiel Row Character Portrait: Priestly Character Portrait: Blitz Reka Licht Character Portrait: Bailey Raynes Character Portrait: Cale Anderson
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Rhea's heels tapped slowly on the floor, she wasn't waiting, but she wasn't exactly ready for anything, she had the heels on to make sure she was okay when walking in them, and more importantly if she needed to dance. The heels needed to feel just right, she doubted dancing would be on Preistly mind, much less her own, she stood up for a second, and then sat back down on her matress, tapping her heels again on the floor of her room. The tiny black dress on her bed was calling her, and she just took a shower. she looked back at it, lamenting the fact that she hadn't gone shopping any time before the Ball, honestly it came as a surprise, which was slightly exciting, to the point where she just forgot to buy something decent. She took off her heels, and laid them apart from the sneakers she wore earlier today, standing up, she took in a good view of the dress, it was a bit sultry, but nonetheless classy, she took off the tank top, and shorts she had on, quickly replacing it with the small dress, which fit quite nicely on her body, it was soft, and formed into her curves. So far she was loving it, though the heels, she knew would be a pain, and she couldn't fit any sneakers into the little purse she was bringing with her.

"Damn it..." she whispered, 'Just another thing to ruin my night.." she clutched them, choosing to walk barefoot, until they finally had to enter the Main Hall. She picked up her BlackBerry fixing her hair while she did and began to text message Priestly.

"You okay? How's everything on your side of the woods?"

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Ezekiel Row


Messy blond curls intermingled with the multitude of black ties on the comforters, wet, teenage boy, with a towel on, freaking out about teenage Ball. Lets call this a bit of melodrama for Zeke, all worried about the next few hours, still trying to wrap his head around the idea of Everlie actually going to the dance with him, wait...not a dance, a Ball. He sat for a moment, taking in a few shorts breaths, and breathing the cool air from his air conditioner, which was actually freezing him into a Zeke popsicle. The liquid was drying off, and the ties he had so haphazardly thrown onto his bed were wet from all the frolicking he did on the mattress to celebrate Everlie's acceptance, once he got into his room an hour ago to prepare, now he was drenced in not just only shower water, but frustration. Every frustrating worry that could ever occur to anyone going to a Ball ran through his head, he blew some air out of his mouth to ward one of the curls which was desperately close to his left eye. Wet hair=Soggy Curls, he crawled to one of the drawers in the room, seaching for anything that could dry his hair, really it was blowdryer in particular, which he actually had for instances like this, something his mother said would always help him, his hair was always sort of problem, but it also defined him, and he only trimmed it every few months to keep it from growing into a thicket of curls. He plugged it into the wall and let the warm air blow his curls which was such a distraction from the cold air flowing in. He grasped the dress shirt which was buried under the ties on his comforter, and began to put it on with one hand, then came his boxers, each pair of clothing becoming more difficult to put on, Zeke tried to keep a steady hand on everything, but the blow dryer came dangerously close to his scalp, causing him to lose concentration while putting on his pants, which ended with him tripping over, and falling on his drawer and knocking his shin and lip on the wooden frame. So there he was, laying on the floor, slightly angry, slightly frustrated,looking up at the ceiling, brow furrowed, he grabbed the sheets with his hands, nearly ripping them from the mattress, and his face a little red.

He looked down on his knee which was bruised, and a little vertical red line on his lip, he sighed, throwing the blow dryer on the floor, breaking it. He put on the next part of his apparel angrily, nearly snapping his shoelaces apart when he tied them. He scrtached his head trying to see how dry it was, which luckily only the small tiny curls in the back were wet. So they could dry off pretty quickly with no problems, He ignored his knee, which was burning with pain. Without even looking back, he turned off the lamp in his room, and walked out into the hallway. He didn't want to ruin the surprise of seeing Everlie before the aforementioned Ball, so he was careful at doors, which were opening and closing on the fly. He needed a walk to cool out from all the anger he could feel from just staying in his mess of a room. He began to pace around, doing nothing in particular.

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Cale Anderson


Cale had already prepared himself, his dress was less than impressive compared to others, it had a more casual approach, than the formal, but they were comfy, and good for a lazy soul like him, instead of sitting in his room sulking, he wanted to find something to do, and so he ventured out of his room, and into the corridor, looking for Fen, or Nova, essentially anybody he could caryy a conversation with. He looked over at the door that led into Bailey's room, and saw Blitz, talking with Quinn, she was probably his date to the dance. "What a lucky girl." he thought to himself. He walked closer to the two of them. "Hey!"

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Bailey’s nose scrunched up as the pillow was removed; his eyes were squeezed closed, but he still found the light turning black to red fairly offensive. He popped a single eye open, blearily looking up at Quinn, and then hauled himself up to sit with a grunt. He rolled his head on his shoulders to elicit a series of much needed pops. His features softened from their annoyance once he saw her, and he nearly smiled. “You look great,” he led with, earnestly rather than dutifully. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend; he didn’t need to ham it up. I just wish you were going with someone who really appreciated it, he thought, a little guiltily.

He hadn’t managed to nap like he’d been hoping. He’d wound up ruminating for the entirety of his wait, however long that had been. It occurred to him that tonight was going to suck for an altogether different reason. The girls weren’t the only ones who’d be dressed to the nines, the guys would be too, and Bailey had a hard enough time not staring at some of them in their street clothes. He’d been sort of mentally rehearsing for what would happen if he ran into a situation where he found himself verbally stumbling. He’d say things like ”Killer party, huh?” and ”Lookin’ good, [insert surname here]”, and not look like the idiot he usually felt like.

He was in the process of slipping off the bed and onto his sock-clad feet when Blitz arrived. He gestured vaguely between the two girls, making introductions. “Blitz, Quinn. Quinn, Blitz. Bailey, booze.” That last one wasn’t a real introduction, but it was critical to the evening’s success. He accepted the handle of vodka from Quinn, giving first her and then Blitz a one-armed-hug and a make-up-conscious kiss on the cheek each. He headed over to his shelving area, where he kept books and his fairly substantial CD collection. Pushing against what looked like an otherwise ordinary wooden panel, he then opened it to reveal a mini-fridge that had been seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. Inside was his substantial store of energy drinks. The whole affair was Nova’s handiwork, one of the many reasons that Bailey adored the quirky child of Hephaestus.

Setting the alcohol down on the counter, out of line of sight from the door, he grabbed a pair of Red Bulls and cracked one open, intending to drink about half of it then top it off with vodka. It took him three solid gulps to empty it enough to accommodate a few shots. “I also have Nos or Monster, if you girls have a preference for mixers,” he explained, glancing over to them as he set to alcohol-ifying his energy drink. "You look great too," he imparted, focusing briefly on Blitz. "Are you meeting Alex at the ball, or are he and Robbie coming here?" Not that he would have minded. He'd been having a much easier time speaking in the former's presence when he found out the guy was with his half-sibling. Weird, but he wasn't questioning that small favor.

His brow furrowed a bit when he heard a familiar voice, glancing over to find Cale. He couldn’t help himself but to quickly inspect the older-but-younger-looking male from shoes to shoulders, then briefly lock gazes with him. At least he wasn’t dressed to the hilt, or Bailey might have spilled some of the precious vodka he’d been pouring at the time. “Hey man, come on in.” His expression was one of mixed bemusement and disbelief as he added: “Party in Bailey’s room. Never thought I’d hear the phrase, never mind see it in action.” He shook his head ruefully, no doubt busying himself by complying with any drink orders that came his way. He was technically the host of this impromptu get-together, after all. It was more than a little surreal.

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Quinn Thurston
has finally met some people
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Quinn had hoped that more than anything she wasn't being the only reason Bailey was going to the ball. She knew at first he had seemed a little doubtful, but he came around. She was thankful because at this very moment she didn't know even if she would have made it out of her room. Just as she was about to sit on the bed next to Bailey, she hears a soft knock and the door opening. Seeing a new face brightened Quinn's expression, but she was almost certain the girl was about to mistake her for Clover. Instead the girl in front of her asked and this made Quinn so relieved that the first words out of the girl's mouth were 'Oh my gods, Clover. You're back.' She'd never met her sister, and she was already tired of her.

She opened her mouth to say her name, but Bailey beat her to it. So the girl's name is Blitz? She hadn't heard of the girl before, but obviously being the half-sister of Bailey said something about her. "It's really nice to actually meet a girl." She said as she gave a quick smile before Bailey got her attention with the quick hug and kiss. "Which Bailey isn't that far from it.." She laughed at her own joke, sitting down on the bed behind her. "I actually just came to the school a few days ago. I've been unpacking.." She looked over at the door once more before she continued. "..and hiding." She was honest with the last. She couldn't force herself out of the room even if she had tried the first days. She thought hiding would erase the rumors of her sister being back. Quinn wanted her own identity even if she did share it with Clover.

Seeing Bailey start mixing drinks, Quinn stood quickly approaching him from behind giving him a tight hug before asking for whatever he was making. "Thank you for going with me." She whispered in his ear before another knock came from the door. Seriously, another person. This is a party after all. Seeing the boy step in, Quinn caught herself in between some obvious tension as she saw the way the two, Bailey and Cale, looked at each other. "Well, this isn't awkward or anything." Quinn caught herself saying aloud before, biting her lip. She had a way of blurting out stuff, but never had she done so in the present situation. "Sorry." She said towards Bailey. "I'm Quinn, though. It's nice to have more people."

Quickly retreating before Bailey get scold her, she walked back over to Blitz admiring her dress that she had on. She had settled for a simple one that she thought would be just the right touch, so she didn't go to out of control. Attention was the last thing Quinn wanted right now, so she picked a dress that she thought would help her blend in the background. "I'm guessing you knew my sister." Even though she hated the topic of Clover, it was the only thing she knew would get people talking to her. "Clover." This was actual the first time she had said her sister's name aloud. What a weird feeling? She thought before settling back on the bed

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Ezekiel Row


Zeke wandered finding each room to be filled with either, people freaking out about the ball, or simply lamenting the very fact that they had to meet such an unfortunate fate, Zeke just felt all types of emotions run through him, and needed a place to sit comfortably before the whole thing went down, he shook his hands trying to get his jittery impulses in order. A good place to calm his nerves would be the lake, the calm waves. the quiet scenery, and most of all the solitude could help him relax. He traveled past the main building, outside into the fresh open air, the sunset attempting to drop below the horizon, i was truly peaceful, but he felt better if he could share it with somebody, he looked over yonder, and just a little ways ahead he spotted Amarie and Arissa, he jogged over, it wouldn't have hurt to say hi, or at least take up a conversation. When he came within reach he walked, and gave a small 'Hey.." to the both of them, he gave them more of a casual greeting, it wasn't his usual happy self since he was nervous, nad feeling a bit ill honestly. 'So...I'm guessing none of you are feeling as nervous as I am right now?.." he gave them a queasy smile, feeling the edges of his dress shirt, which he forgot to Iron. "Great..."


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Cale Anderson


Cale had known Blitz enough to greet her, but Quinn was a mystery, and she looked quite familiar, he just couldn't place where he had seen such a person before, he squinted at her, his eyes confused. 'I'm Cale-" he looked into the room, this was Bailey'sroom, a place he hadn't seen with his eyes. Quinn looked at both of the males, Cale wasn't bedazzled or struck, just a bit surprised, a bit bewildered, then he noticed the alcohol, which made him smile, he could smell it just form where he was standing, "Hey Bailey....is-is that Vodka?.." he asked. Cale wasn't an addict, its just that he had a particular liking to the taste and staunchness of the drink, the way it lit up his taste buds, made him forget who he was, he turned into a totally different person when he drank, Shy, blubbering, lazy Cale left, and what resulted was a Cale who was much more outgoing and friendly, maybe if he got just a little tipsy, he could deal with the oncoming Ball. "ĐČĐŸĐŽĐșĐ°," he spoke the Russian word for Vodka, Vodka had more potency than most alcoholic drinks, one sip could get you off, depending on what type you were drinking, even though it was basically fermented vegetables and fruits purified to a high and refined level, to give it a clear, pure look. Cale liked his Vodka cold, it was; as he remembered from the first sip he took, much different from Wine, which was soft compared to what Vodka could do, though he had no intention of being to be so tipsy he couldn't even walk, he made mistakes doing that before. "One drink, Cale, only one.." He looked at the clear glass container which held the alcohol, "You know Vodka actually comes from Poland, not Russia, and it was created in the Middle Ages. " he took it to himself to take a small cup, and with no hesitation he downed one the drinks quickly, gulping, it was warm, but satisfying, the smooth liquid hitting his throat, with an astounding burn, which made him cough a little, it was nothing he wasn't used to.

He looked back at Bailey and smiled. "It'll take a lot more of these before I can deal with the Ball." he stared back into the empty cup. "So you're going with Quinn right?.." he asked, he'd never been so curious. 'I wonder what I'll be like dancing, I might get a lucky guy-" he burped into the sleeve of his sweater. "or girl to dance with me." He chuckled softly. The dark haired teen, (who was the actually legal age to drink, so he had an excuse to save his friends from any trouble), leaned back into the counter where Bailey started to pour drinks for each of them.

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Emilee Rivera

Emilee was in her room getting ready to go to the ball. She wasn't actually that thrilled to go for once, she didn't have the slightest clue why but she just didn't feel like going and she couldn't wrap her mind around actually going and participating in it, this all seemed stupid to her and she didn't even understand. It used to be her that forced Malcolm to go to these things. Emilee sat there and she was painting her nails because she knew if she did it in front of Robbie he'd beg to do it himself and she didn't want that to happen, no at all.

Soon enough she was just sitting there dreading the fact that this would be going on for quite sometime maybe she'd go off into the forest where she kept calm later on after she danced with Robbie for a bit. Emilee sighed and she decided it'd be better to get dressed in here as well. She already had her make-up done as well, the only thing she'd do with Robbie and Alex while getting ready was her hair and get her heels on but other than that..She was letting them have their guy fun.

After her nails were dry she went and she slipped on her dress that fit her nicely and hugged her body. The [url]gold dress[/url] was what she decided to wear. It wasn't something too flashy or slutty but it suited her just fine and plus it was a nice colour, it reminded her of the sun and that almost made her know exactly who she was. She was thankful the dress covered her gash on her back considering if Alex saw he'd flip. She shoved the things she needed to bring to where Alex and Robbie were in a bag. She turned everything off and made sure everything was put away before opening the door and leaving. She walked over to Alex's room and it wasn't a short walk although it wasn't a long walk either. Emilee had went and finally came upon his door. She knocked and entered her eyes closed at first. "Cover up if you aren't in case I see something that will put me through therapy for the rest of my life." She said laughing still eyes closed. She was mostly joking but there was some seriousness. She could hear the music and that only made her laugh more when she realized who it was. "Oh my gods, you two are seriously listening to this?" She asked.





Blitz had still been sitting and she smoothed out her dress a bit and then made sure her hair was still in place, she was glad Alex agreed to go to one of these things with her, believe it or not she actually never went to these things and finally this year she had someone to go with. She'd have to thank Robbie later, he had introduced her and Alex a long while back and she still couldn't thank him enough for it. Robbie was probably her best friend besides Alex, Alex was more of her boyfriend but yet still her best friend at the same time. That was when Bailey had made introductions, “Blitz, Quinn. Quinn, Blitz. Bailey, booze.” Blitz laughed at the last one Bailey said but deep down she felt bad for the guy and wished there was something she could do. "Quinn's a pretty name." She said with a polite smile on her face and then watched Bailey go overr to his mini fridge.

“I also have Nos or Monster, if you girls have a preference for mixers,” he explained, glancing over to them as he set to alcohol-ifying his energy drink. "You look great too," he imparted, focusing briefly on Blitz. "Are you meeting Alex at the ball, or are he and Robbie coming here?" "I will pass on the drink bro, I don't plan on having alcohol before the ball, Robbie will scold me." She said jokingly and laughed. "Awe, thank you!" Blitz said and then stood up for the time being and hugged Bailey and then after a bit pulled back and smoothed out her dress again and sat down. "I am probably going to meet Alex and Robbie there unless they know where to come find me." She said smiling, the smile that showed her teeth and the one almost everyone loved.

Then Quinn started to speak and the blonde turned her attention to Quinn and give her full attention to the other blonde. "It's really nice to actually meet a girl."[b] She said as she gave a quick smile before Bailey got her attention with the quick hug and kiss. [b]"Which Bailey isn't that far from it.." Blitz smiled at Quinn in that little smile she seemed to always have plastered on her face. "It's nice to try and make female friends for once, I'm surrounded by guys, I think I may go insane." She said laughing at her own joke and then she laughed ore at Quinn's. "Bailey's the best of both worlds, could never ask for anything better than an over protective brother who likes to talk about girl things with you.. Robbie is a near second." Blitz said with a bright grin remembering all the things that her best friend did. "I actually just came to the school a few days ago. I've been unpacking.." She looked over at the door once more before she continued. "..and hiding." "Well you have plenty of time to settle in, welcome to the academy by the way."

That was when the topic shifted a bit, "I'm guessing you knew my sister." she said and Blitz looked at her a bit puzzled. "Clover" and it took Blitz awhile and then smiled, "I didn't know her too well infact I had never spoken with her to be honest, I knew her name though and who she was." Blitz said to Quinn.

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Bailey, who doesn't realize how drunk he's about to get


Bailey’s nose wrinkled yet again, this time in response to Blitz in Quinn rhapsodizing about his
 girlyness? He so wasn’t girly at all, if you utterly ignored his inexplicable love for the music of Katy Perry. Hell, most straight guys had done more with other guys than he had (which was an emphatic, painful nothing), and he could wipe the floor with them to boot.

His pricked masculinity was soon forgotten, though. Quinn was thanking him, to which he responded with a roll of those steely gray eyes. He wasn’t about to explain that he was the one who should be thanking her, and how crappy he felt about her having to go on the arm of her gay best friend. She deserved better than that
 but Cale and Blitz didn’t need to hear about it, and Quinn would have just slapped him on the arm or something similar if he’d voiced his niggling guilt.

Well this isn’t awkward or anything. This time, he went right past nose-scrunching and into full-fledged glaring. The look he gave Quinn was equal parts stfu! and can’t believe you just did that
 but given Bailey’s inability to express himself, even facially, it probably just came off as him looking a bit pissy with her. He was already to fumblingly smooth things over, his mouth actually open to do just that, but Cale either hadn’t noticed the comment of had the aplomb to ignore it, so Bailey dropped his protest rather than call further attention to the awkwardness that actually wasn’t.

”Sure is, buddy.” By then, he’d filled up a couple of plastic cups with a few ounces of vodka apiece, and he’d already sipped heavily from his own VARB. He happily handed off a cup to Cale, and offered one to Quinn as well
 arching an eyebrow at Blitz when she refused, but he just shrugged and returned to his post at the “bar”.

”And here I thought vodka comes from potatoes,” he responded in his usual deadpan to Cale’s trivia. It was cheesy, terribly lame, and the hint of a smirk Bailey’s lips twisted into indicated that he was well aware of that fact. ”Yeah, Quinn bailed me out from going stag. Honestly I probably wouldn’t even be going if she hadn’t asked me
 good enough excuse to wear a suit as any, I guess.” He shrugged, a touch uncomfortable, and decided to help himself to Blitz’s refused drink in two strong swallows. The clear liquid burned a trail of fire down his throat, then pooled with a warmth that was at once pleasant and uncomfortable in his very empty stomach. He chased it with his mixed drink, then set to pouring some more.

”Well, Alex and Robbie are welcome any time
” That a response to Blitz. He was glad to see she and Quinn seemed to be getting on. His expression softened when Cale spoke up again. ”I’m sure all you have to do is ask,” he responded, regarding dancing, completely oblivious to any irony that the statement might hold. ”Any guy,” he paused there for the sake of symmetry, since he didn’t have to burp. ”Or girl would be lucky to dance with you.” Drink in one hand, handle of vodka in the other, he leaned over to refill Cale’s cup.
”We should do a toast or something.” He announced this generally, and even poured a bit of Red Bull for the tee-totaling Blitz into an empty cup so that she could be a part of it. He paused in front of the mirror, straightening his bow-tie and smoothing out a bit of unevenness in his hair, then turned again to hand off Blitz’s cup. ”What are we drinking to?”

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Quinn had managed to get off easy with the comment about the awkwardness, as Cale seemed to have not heard it. She gave a quick smile to Bailey before making her way over to Blitz. As soon as Quinn let everything slip out of her mouth, she blacked out. It wasn't a physical black out, but Quinn felt the dark side of her begin to creep out. She shook it off several times before trying to focus, but failed.

With all the commotion in the room, Quinn found herself staring down the door like she expected something to happen. She blinked hard to concentrate on the conversation around the room. She had missed the response from Blitz, but tried hard to replay the scene she had no idea had just happened. "...I knew her name and who she was." This was all she caught. She placed her thumb and index finger on each temple. Alcohol. The rush of the effect hit her hard. This was the worst part of being the daughter of Tyche. In order to keep her unpredictable side under control, she had changed her whole entire life style. That meant rarely going out late, gambling, and most importantly drinking. With a deep breathe and slight lick of her lips, she forced a smile on her face. "That's good you didn't know her. You'll give me a chance now. We were opposites according to most." She had a moment of anger run through her when she began to stand. "Toast!"

"First! Let's get a little mood going for us.." She said as she walked towards what seemed to be Bailey's stereo. "You mind?" She said before continuing without a response. She grabbed her iPod out her clutch, hooking it up to the stereo. She went straight to We Are Young by fun., and smiled as she turned it up a little louder than you'd normally have music in the dorms. "Now it's time." She brushed the hair that had fallen loose from the bow she had managed to create with her hair, behind her ears. "I think we should toast to the possibilities this night will hold for us. The beginning of a new life for me, new friendships, and the chance of complete happiness surrounded by the people I'll always keep in my heart." She put her shot glass into the hair waiting for what all the others would be toasting about.

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Emilee Rivera

Em still had her eyes closed when Alex spoke and he made a joke of it which made Emilee laugh. She opened one eye at a time and then smiled, "Alex, you're my brother I don't want to see you with your pants and panties off." She said teasing him. "Who knows maybe I'd like to secretly look at Robbie." She said and as she did the blonde's eyebrows moved up and down and she laughed obviously kidding. "I mean I did agree to be his date." Em said with a wink. That was when Alex had wrapped her up in a small hug and gently kissed her cheek. He then complimented her which meant a lot to Em because Alex wasn't one to lie so you had to treasure compliments. "Thank you, and no I don't believe you did tell me." She said.

Then that's when she heard Robbie speak "Em!" and she laughed as Robbie shoved Alex out of the way and wrapped her up in his arms. This hug was better than their jumbled mess of a hug earlier and she smiled. Then as always Robbie had to complain just about how mean Alex was and that always made her laugh. Eventually after their little bicker Robbie complimented her. "Awe, thank you Robbie, you are the luckiest person in the world to have me as your date!" She exclaimed but was mostly joking.

Soon she pulled away and then grabbed her bag she brought. She had all her stuff in there that she hadn't already put on. "I think I saw Blitz walking in the hallway Alex...I think she's headed for Bailey's room." Emilee noted to her brother and then grabbed her jewlery and she put it on. It wasn't much but it just worked so much better. Soon enough she had to go do her hair and so she sneaked into the bathroom hoping Robbie didn't notice because if he did, we all knew he'd be there trying to help her do it.




Blitz Reka Licht

Blitz was sitting there and she hadn't really spoken much, honestly she just wanted to go and have fun. She mostly couldn't wait to see Alex. He'd be stunning and she already knew it, more so if Robbie had anything to do with it. She smiled at just the thought of Alex. The way he smiled at her just made her heart melt and every time he spoke it calmed her and just thinking about him made her go off in her own little world where no one could snap her back into it. She had one of those goofy yet cute smiles plastered on her face as she thought of Alex and how he may look. He's be wearing a suit of course and knowing that Robbie saw her dress he'd know what time to pick for Alex.

Soon she blinked and came back to reality. She looked at the room and had to blink a it more. What was going on? She missed everything and anything, anyone had said. Oh well, probably wasn't that important anyway. She was holding a glass of sorts and she didn't even realized she had taken it, they were making toasts now? Usually Blitz was good at this type of thing but she had hardly been paying attention. She raised her glass, "I'm toasting to a wonderful night of possible events and a time to remember and look back at, toasting to a wonderful start to a brand new year and hope everything keeps rises and only has to fall a little." She said. It wasn't her best but it was something and all she could come up with. She didn't want to seem rude but she had to finish a few last touches and on the other hand she didn't want to drink that stuff anyway.

She finally got her heels on and had them in place so they were fine. She added a few last touches and now all she had to do was wait until they could go, she wanted to leave now or perhaps Alex would come find her. She was excited for tonight but waiting for it to happen was actually boring her to be honest and she wished it hadn't and that she'd enjoy right now but she just couldn't.

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'You're right I do seem a little out of place Ms.McCarthy" he found that Amarie's talk calmed him down, he began to unfurl the bottom of his shirt, contemplating on whether or not he should venture back to his dorm and re-iron it, or that he had dressed too quickly. His attention was averted to his shirt the whole time Amarie left both Arissa and him alone at the front of the lake, he only caught the end of her suggestion when she left "Maybe you two should go together?" , he looked up, slightly dead eyed at Arissa, suddenly some kind of pang of guilt ran through him. Arissa wasn't exactly liked by most people at the Academy, as far as Zeke could tell they were on pretty neutral terms, he began to stutter while speaking to her. 'I-I...already have a date, t-that doesn't mean I wouldn't have asked you, I mean..." he quieted down thinking that he already made the situation a bit embarrasing for the both of them, really he wouldn't be acting like this if he wasn't so jittery, and out of place. "Don't mind her." "Oh well then, just..disregard anything I said before." He looked down at Arissa with an embarrassed expression. "Big night? "Ms. McCarty's right, you should straighten up. Things will be alright." 'Yeah definitely." He wondered if Everlie felt the same way, if she felt any butterflies or jitters, or maybe she was so happy that she couldn't complain. "Well, Arissa, thanks for making feel a little better about this whole..thing, you look really nice." he commented on her appearance and what he said was no lie, Arissa looked fairly beautiful, and he wondered if she had a date. "Do you have a date?"


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Cale Anderson


As Bailey refilled his cup Cale couldn't help but feel a little giddy and light, rarely had he ever appeared before Bailey in a drunken state, mainly because Cale was crazy enough to try anything, he began another journey down the cup of Vodka Bailey poured for him, he gulped down half of it, and began to raise his small cup to the toast announced as some kind of celebratory drink to the year, and the night. He could definitely toast to that, this year, despite him being virtually unknown or seen as being an introvert had been maybe his best year in any school. He smiled over at the group, and took a deep gulp of the drink. The same burning sensation doused his throat, which settled into a comforting heat down into his stomach. "I don't think I'll be able to dance if we keep this up." he told Bailey. The alcohol had little effect on him, his vision was slightly blurry but that may have been caused by a mix of things. He'd never felt so comfortable around a group of people, the usual tenseness was gone and replaced by a chill, relaxed disposition. He was going to do some surprising antics, and ask some hard questions tonight. 'Hey Bailey, if I asked you to dance with me, would you?" He put his cup on the counter, motioning for Bailey to refill his empty cup. He put his arm around the younger male's shoulder in a friendly comfortable way. 'Be truthful.' All the while he was smiling.

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He nodded Quinn's way to signify that hijacking his stereo was perfectly fine. He nodded again, approvingly this time of her choice in music, and almost immediately his free hand was tapping out a tattoo on his thigh along with the drums or piano or drum machine by turn.

"Here here." Bailey was terrible at toasts. It was why he'd delegated it, sort of, to everyone else. He was more than capable of hoisting his plastic cup of vodka and taking a celebratory slug of it to their sentiments, though, and he did just that. He hadn't drank nearly enough that drunkenness would dull the burn of the alcohol yet, so he could feel it sluicing all the way down his esophagus to join the assault on his stomach lining and liver. "You were doing that thing where you travel to Alex-land, weren't you?" he asked Blitz after she regained her focus. He was glad the guy made her happy, so he was just teasing.

He was midway through a long sip of vodka when he suddenly found himself draped with Cale's slender arm. He'd said something, but it hadn't quite registered. Bailey had heard it, but for some reason, just hadn't seemed to process it. Be truthful about what? he found himself thinking. Something about drinking, and dancing, and then... Hey Bailey, if I asked you to dance with me, would you? The phrasing alone made it seem like a trap. Why not just ask him to dance? Did he not want to dance with Bailey, but was curious about whether he could if he did? Focus, Bailey. Think of a lie. Any lie. Something charmingly self-deprecating. His eyebrows had shot up on his forehead, resulting in a look of perpetual astonishment, and he found himself looking to Quinn, to Blitz, for help. Maybe Quinn would insist that she be the only one to dance with him? That would be convenient, and totally possible... if Quinn were some kind of jealous, possessive crazy person who considered him her property. Blitz barely seemed cognizant of what was going on, so she'd be no help.

Then of course there was the fact that Cale was so up close and personal. It wasn't lascivious or off-putting. In fact, it was rather nice. It felt... right. The other boy was warm, or maybe they were both warm, he wasn't sure of the logistics, only that there was an awful lot of warmth that was threatening to make him perspire. He stalled for time by filling Cale's unspoken drink order, but his hand shook just a little, and he ended up spilling a few drops of the clear social lubricant on the counter. Why couldn't he have waited until I was tipsy? It sounded whiny and teenage in his head, and he was finally out of time. The Jeopardy music had run out.

"Um." Be truthful. As if he had a choice in the matter. His deception skills were about on par with his ability to sleep peacefully. Somehow he managed to get some words out around the almost painful lump that had lodged in his throat. "Well, I mean, if you wanted to I guess we could." He had the inexplicable urge to tug at his collar, but he didn't let himself give in. "You know. As friends, or whatever," he qualified, his voice a little tight. He had said any guy, hadn't he? Yeah. Or whatever. With his absurdly awkward reply discharged, he was quick to gulp down the rest of both his drinks, two-fisting it and then shaking out his head as the energy drink and too-much vodka rushed his system. His eyebrows had settled down a centimeter or two, leaving him looking more perplexed than astonished, and he decided that the way his heart was pounding was surely responsible for the blood that had crept into his cheeks to make them warm and faintly red. Seeing himself, flushed and so incredibly lame in the mirror, he only grew even more self-conscious.

"So yeah. I suck at dancing,". He just never knew when to quit. "Just a, uh, warning, for anyone I might... end up dancing with." He nodded solemnly, and couldn't quite bring himself to pull away from Cale

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Quinn had finished her toast when the other's began to go off on different conversations. It seemed Blitz had completely checked out of reality and was now in a completely different place. As she seemed to come to, Quinn caught the word Alex come from Bailey's mouth, so she expected Blitz had been imagining the night ahead of herself. Quinn had always wanted to find somebody that would make her do that. Completely forget where she was and just want to think about them the rest of her life, but she hadn't gotten to chance to actually look for something serious because by the time she controlled her crazy behavior she was walking through the front door of Olympus. Of course, she planned on making friends here and maybe even more than that, but her first week wasn't even over yet and she had only met a handful of students that actually attended the school.

By the time she finished her drink, she was watching a scene lay out in front of her as Cale seemed to already have the effects of alcohol taking control of the shy boy that had stepped into Bailey's room moments earlier. She thought about how many cups she'd drank compared to Cale and realized the difference in the boy. It was like he was downing two cups for each half she finished. She rolled her eyes at the idea of him hitting the floor halfway through the dance and her having to drag him back to Bailey's room. Wait, why Bailey's room? She thought to herself, and she soon realized why her mind had went there. Cale had now wrapped his arm around Bailey's shoulders and saying something. Quinn took a step closer to hear what the boy was saying and when she did, she felt a huge smile come across her face. 'Hey Bailey, if I asked you to dance with me, would you....Be truthful.'

The expression that came across Bailey's face was one of utter confusion mixed with something that Quinn found amusing. She quickly made pace for Bailey's mini fridge as she could feel Bailey's eyes trying to signal her for recovery or better yet help. She filled her cup up with a mixture of energy drinks with a hint of vodka because this was her first school event, so she thought being completely shit-faced was not the ideal look for the child of Tyche that was trying to change. She could imagine herself walking into the ball slurring every word screaming, 'I swear I'm not like my siblings. I'm the different Tyche.' Covering her mouth so the laugh wouldn't make it from her lips, she walked back over to the two boys to hear Bailey was actually coming up with a reply. She placed a hand on her hip, sitting on Bailey's bed with the biggest smile plastered on her face.

'Well, I mean, if you wanted to I guess we could...You know. As friends, or whatever.' As friends, or whatever. She let the smile be replaced with the most devilish smirk, as she gave Bailey one of her many looks that said 'You idiot!' with a small flip of her hand towards him. 'So yeah. I suck at dancing. Just a, uh, warning, for anyone I might... end up dancing with.' Quinn stood fixing her dress and walking over to where she had tossed her shoes and put them on with one hand against the wall to keep balance. "Honestly, Cale. You'll be the first one I'll let him dance with!" She gave a wink towards Bailey before splitting the two up as she wrapped her arms around her dates waist. "Time to head over, don't you think?" She asked as she left one arm around Bailey's waist. "And Cale, you can always cut in any time."

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No reply yet. Chloe's hand had flitted over to her phone, checking the messages icon at the top, hoping that Malcolm had text her in the time it had taken her to finish her friend's nails. But no, he hadn't. Maybe he had forgotten? Oh no, Chloe. Don't think like that. That's not you. You're the confident, sassy daughter of Poseidon. Be that girl, instead of the worrier, tonight. Her own brain was lecturing her on putting herself down, and she had to shake her head to bring her back to the reality of her bedroom, with little Pheebs sitting on her bed, her legs swaying backwards and forwards. "You, missy, do not have ugly feet, or any of that stuff you said that makes you think you're imperfect. You're beautiful, deal with it." She stuck her tongue out playfully at the little girl she thought of as a younger sister, more than she did a friend.

Then, the brunette girl was sitting behind Phoebe, her hands running through her beautiful red locks. "Meeting you there, huh? If Malcolm doesn't message me back, I'll go with you and just talk to people until he arrives." She shrugged, parting the hair at the center, before frowning, then putting it back the way it was. "Mhm... how--" Chloe began to speak, telling the girl what she was planning to do with her hair, but then Phoebe started on another one of her rants. This time, the girl could barely keep up with the thousands of questions escaping the younger, crazy girl's lips, and her eyes widened in shock at how quick her voice had become.

Once Phoebe had stopped talking, finally, Chloe put her hands softly on her shoulders, and took in a deep breath, asking the girl to copy her. "You need to calm down, sweetie." She smiled, before then leaning back and she began to play with the girl's hair. "Right, from what I remember you asking, here are your answers; I have no idea if there is a theme or not, but if there was, we would have been told by Jules and her large mouth. Of course people will get really drunk, throw up and pass out - I hope to be one of them, but you stay away from all that. I reckon most people will be dancing, yes. We all love a good party. The two Hades daughters will probably be there, but if they cause problems, you know ol' Nate or Boone will throw them out, if they're coherent enough to do so. Finally, Chance is a wonderful dancer, you have nothing to worry about. If he even chipped your beautifully painted nails, I'll drown him, okay?" She laughed playfully, before tugging lightly at one of the strands in Phoebe's hair. "So, what about if we push all your hair to once side, clip it in place, and have ringlets coming down?"






Lukas Tricon

"Well, sleeping with a hanger in your mouth just has to be slightly uncomfortable, don't you think?" Luke's voice was playful as he spoke to his beautiful date for the evening. He gently squeezed her hand as they walked slowly towards the auditorium, and he couldn't stop himself from looking over at her. How had he gotten here? About two months ago, this girl was his best friend, his girlfriend's best friend, and they were happy like that. But now, since Clover had left, look at them. They were holding hands, walking as dates to the ball together. He couldn't ignore the butterflies that were darting around in his stomach; they weren't something that occurred when you held hands with your friend.

Deep down, Ava had always been something more to Lukas. He had always wanted to protect her, hug her and be close to her. Yes, he had loved Clover very much, and he hadn't ever thought about cheating on her, but now that she was gone, he was beginning to realize the force as to which he was being drawn towards Ava, and he had been for some time. "I'm glad I asked you too, Ava." The blonde boy shot her a beautiful smile as they walked through the corridor.

He really was the luckiest guy alive. Maybe Clover had left them with some luck after all.






Ness Tate

Ness felt that usual tingle through her entire body as she looked at Nathan Hensleigh. He had such a hold over her, it was stupid. Honestly, what girl let herself get this involved with someone that she knew wasn't right for her, yet she wanted with all of her heart. Vanessa was supposed to be a smart, naive, and sensible girl - but really, she was being reckless and irresponsible. But, she liked it. There was nothing that was going to keep her from her teacher, the man that she had lusted after for the last three years, and even though it felt so wrong, it was oh, so right. The way his hands felt on her body, the way he knew exactly what she liked and where, and the way that he knew exactly how she was feeling, even when she was trying to hide it from him. She felt her legs almost turn to jelly at the sound of his seductive voice, the mentioning of them being together tonight causing her to smile as she walked away from him.

Oh, Nathan Hensleigh, what do you do to me? She thought to herself as she walked back towards her friend, slinging her arm over Juliette's shoulders, hugging the girl to her body lightly. She had no idea that her best friend was on the same train of thought as her, and that was definitely for the best. She was happy, right now; happy with how she looked, happy with being with her best friend, happy for Ava and Luke, happy about what was going to happen after the ball. The girl was a smiling mess. Then again, the alcohol coursing through her system had to have something to do with her overly happiness. It was either that or the way that Nate had that hold over her that just made her smile when she was in his presence. She didn't know; but what she did know was that she was going to have a good time tonight with Jules, and that they would steal Ava for at least one dance.

However, even through the tipsy cloud that was beginning to cover her mind, Ness could see that Jules wasn't right. She didn't have her usual bright smile plastered over her face, the one she had on was obviously fake, and she looked almost sad. Her words made the Latina girl frown and she used her free arm to pull the bottle of vodka out of her bag. "Have some, honey." She smiled, giving it to the brunette. "What do you mean, you don't want to be you? Look at this place, Jules! You've done this. It's beautiful. You look beautiful. And you, are going to be you tonight. Just a happy, drunken you." She grinned playfully, before taking a sip of the vodka herself, then slipping it back into her bag. If she was caught giving alcohol to an under-age student... well, she'd probably be pushed. Oh, I'd like to be punished by a certain teacher. That naughty thought caused a giggle to escape her mouth, and then she gave her friend another hug, before dropping her arm to her side. "Come on, babe. Cheer up. Let's have some fun tonight. okay?"





Robbie Devaux

Robbie sat quietly for the first time whilst Emilee and Alex spoke about Blitz and Bailey. His mind flickered towards the boy that the two had mentioned; Bailey Raynes. The boy was a confusing specimen to say the least, and Robbie had taken a strange interest in him. He was such a lovely boy, and yet, there was something about him that intrigued the child of Isis. He had no idea what it was that was pulling him towards the curious child of Zeus, but something was. Maybe it was just the way he liked to understand everything and everyone around him, Bailey included. Who knew? Robbie sure didn't. A sigh escaped the male's lips as he sat there, contemplating everything. He was friendly with Bailed, but he wanted to know him better. He wasn't sure how much better though - feelings like this were completely knew to the boy who everyone thought was 'gay', but he hadn't really admitted it himself yet - hell, he wasn't even sure that he was. He just knew that he had strange feelings towards a couple of the men here at Olympus, and Bailey was at the top of his list.

His mind was brought back to the room however when Alex moved, and he was standing in front of the door." Don't you dare leave this room, Mr Reed. I swear to God, I'll kill you with rainbows." He grinned playfully, although there was a serious tone in his voice. Robbie stood up and made his way over to the male that he had no feelings for; the one male he knew he would never have feelings for in that way. Alex was his best friend, always had been, and that really would never change. He tightened the knot at the top of the male's tie slightly, hating the slacking look that his male friend seemed to prefer, and then he walked around him, as if surveying a statue. He brushed off a little bit of fluff from the man's backside, and then came around to the front once more. His eyes were squinted, as if looking for any imperfection, and after pushing one little strand of Alex's hair back to the place from whence it came, the frown on his face was replaced by a bright smile.

"There. You're complete. See, what would you do without me? You would have left looking like a slacker with messy hair and butt fluff. You're welcome." Robbie bowed playfully in front of his friend, before gestured for him to leave the room. "Go, get your girl. Give her a kiss from me." He winked.

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Cale Anderson


"Well, I mean, if you wanted to I guess we could.You know. As friends, or whatever

Cale nodded at Bailey's suggestion, he gave a little sigh, "Phew I thought you were going to say no, I get I'm not attractive, but give me a break." he left his arm hang a little lower. He nipped at the edges of his paper cup, as he listened to Bailey. "Trust me whatever you can dish out I'm worse. But its better to just let go and have fun eh?" Quinn seemed to be responsive to Bailey's reaction, he was a man of short words, and extended actions, and Quinn found a way to swim around that. "Honestly, Cale. You'll be the first one I'll let him dance with!"The arm Cale placed around Bailey's shoulders was met with the arm Quinn twisted around her date's forearm. "Time to head over, don't you think? And Cale, you can always cut in any time."

Cale raised his cup high in that air, his teeth biting down on his lower lip, in a rockstar esque fashion. "Amen to that! Sorry Quinn I hope you don't mind me taking up the request." He grasped Bailey's other hand and began a little mini waltz with him across the room without his permission. Cale was surprisingly talented at keeping up, the waltz was something he had to learn whenever his father was invited to get-togethers or charities, but it was a wonder how he kept up when he was drunk. He spun him around once more before returning him to Quinn's side. "Just wanted to get in on our little deal before you did Quinn, you'll need him a lot more than I do." He bowed in front of two, he wasn't drunk enough to feel the euphoria, and not drunk enough to notice that he felt a little embarrassed for showing a different part of himself. This was signified by the little palette of red on his cheeks. He grasped the bottle from the counter, closing the small lid, and then stuffing it inside his sweater. Turning back around to the two he announced that he was prepared.

"Now I'm ready."


(Zeke is coming up soon)

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Bailey Raynes


He was beginning to lose track of his own bedroom, or at least, what was going on in it. The combination of alcohol and energy drinks was indeed beginning to vibrate through him. The vodka blunted the edges of the usual nervous energy that his taurine addiction resulted in, and the Red Bull had his heart pumping faster (or maybe that was the awkward situation, Cale, Quinn, he couldn’t tell?), which made it seem like the drunkenness was spreading like a California wildfire.

Quinn was trying to rescue him, he was pretty sure. Up until that point she’d just been watching like it was some kind of reality show where incredibly awkward gay guys got drunk and made fools of themselves
 which, with the addition of cameras, it could very well have been. She was putting on shoes, at his side, assuring Cale he’d get his dance...


 but then Cale was whisking him off in a waltz. Bailey stumbled the first few one-two-three’s, mostly due to being utterly unsure that this was actually happening. He could have put a stop to it easily. Hell, if he had a mind to, he could have slung Cale over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and tossed him on the bed. Do not think about tossing boys on your bed, he chided himself immediately. The dance number was over blessedly quick, and Cale bowed. Bailey just stood there with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, glancing at Quinn and then Blitz. He worked his slack jaw to form words.

”Umm. Cale. You’ve probably had enough.” He extended his arm, hand open, clearly intending to remove the rest of the vodka from the other boy’s possession. If he was already in this sort of form, Bailey couldn’t imagine what he might do with a few more shots in him
 but he had a feeling he’d be just as ill-equipped to deal with whatever it was as he had been the request to dance, or the waltz itself.

He nodded to Quinn, and offered her his arm in a gentlemanly fashion- elbow crooked at a perfect ninety degrees, parallel to the ground. ”Time to head over,” he agreed, drawing a deep breath as he sought composure. The alcohol had begun a dance of its own in his bloodstream, a little minuet where the warmth in his gut started to swirl out into his limbs, and worse, up into his head. His stomach gave an insistent little gurgle, as if to remind him that he hadn’t put anything besides medication and spirits in it for hours. He looked to Blitz. ”We can sort of circle around and go by Alex’s room, if you want?”

His eyes slipped to Cale. He’d have to keep an eye on him. Technically, his inebriation was Bailey’s fault, and Bailey had a soft-spot for the child of Athena anyway. And he’d probably owe Quinn a few apologies before the night was out. He just stood there thinking, only it wasn’t going so well thanks to the fuzziness that had wrapped itself around his brain, waiting for the others to help him decide what they were doing.

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Phoebe Ann Everton


Little Pheebs giggled at Chloe’s compliment. She couldn’t help it. It was just such a funny thing how her ‘sister’ liked to pretend she was more perfect than she was. Phoebe could point out all of her imperfection, both physical and mental, and it wouldn’t faze the brunette in the slightest. It wasn’t that Phoebe hated herself, or thought she was ugly; she liked the way she looked, but she wasn’t oblivious to the ways she might appear unappealing to other, even if she failed to see their imperfections most of the time. “Okay, okay,” she replied, still giggling slightly, “I give up
 if you stop fidgeting with your phone. Malcolm would be silly to let you slip from his mind even a second, and Malcolm isn’t silly. So there.” She said, finishing the argument. She’d put her mind to it, and now there was no deterring her. Phoebe knew in her heart that Malcolm and Chloe would figure it out. Chloe usually ended up with what she wanted, and she’d wished for Malcolm for so long, it would simply be impossible for something not to happen. Malcolm was probably just busy getting ready and hadn’t realized the text.

Then, at Chloe’s comment about going with her to the hall is Malcolm didn’t reply, the young girl merely smiled up at the daughter of Poseidon and began rambling, now partly to get Chloe’s mind off of Malcolm, although she didn’t quite realize how fast she’d been babbling until Chloe’s facial expression registered and she giggled a little breathlessly, while Chloe guided her breathing back to normal. She smiled sheepishly at being chastised, not saying anything back. The look in her eyes showed all the apology needed. As Chloe finished replying after a little while, Phoebe laughed with her at the threat of Chase being drowned by Chloe of all people. It was just so ridiculous. She smiled widely up at her older ‘sister’. “Just don’t get toooo drunk, Chloe-wowey.” She frowned slightly at the thought, “what if you fall and hit something?” Then the frown disappeared, replaced by a vibrant smile. “I’ll take care of you. Oh, and you know I don’t drink! It’s much more fun to watch everyone else act all silly.” She giggled, reliving memories of watching the others, including Chloe, drunk in the past. “I’m glad Chance can dance,” she playfully added, “then you won’t have to drown him for stepping on my toes.” She laughed softly again.

In the next instant, Chloe was making suggestions about her hair. Phoebe’s smile widened, if at all possible. “Yes!” she exclaimed, excited again, “that’s perfect! Absolutely perfect!” Phoebe adored curls; they were so beautiful. When she got out of the shower, her hair wet, it was always just weird and half curly, half straight. If she let it dry without brushing it, curls would appear, but if she even brushed it once, it would become straight. She didn’t quite understand the process of her hair, but she’d learned to live with it. It meant that her hair was straight on most occasions, however. Not that she minded, but she did so love her hair curly. Soft, red curls just looked so pretty.


Alex Reed


Alex laughed at Robbie’s threat as the feminine male waltzed over to him. “Uh oh, death by rainbows!” He feigned fright as he brought his hand up to his lips already forming an O, and gasped dramatically with a playful glint in his eyes. “Watch it, Robbie. I might pee my pants, and that would totally ruin the look you so carefully dictated.” He laughed again, relaxing. Okay, so their relationship was a little
 weird. The fact that Alex just let certain things be handled by someone else entirely was highly unlike him, yet as with all things, it was different with Robbie. That guy had to be handled a specific way. Oh, he knew this comment would encourage the child of Iris to keep the bickering going, but he didn’t mind it. Actually, it was just fun. He was certain Robbie would chastise him about even contemplating the destruction of his outfit in any way. The thought made him chuckle slightly as Robbie inspected him, handling even the slightest mishaps. During this, the son of Apollo stood completely still, letting his personal fashion expert take care of his looks.

If he didn’t know Robbie crushed on both women and men alike, he could’ve sworn he was entirely gay. In fact, the only things he could think of that made Robbie’s more masculine parts peek, were if you insulted his pride
 or hurt his baby sister, Phoebe. For some reason, Phoebe was the little titbit that could really spark the protective big brother in him, and thereby the masculinity that lurked. Maybe it was just that Phoebe was so fragile, she needed it, or maybe it was just the big brother thing in itself. If anyone could relate to that, it was Alex. Hell, he had several younger sisters, and they were all equally impossible to deal with at times. At least Phoebe didn’t think she didn’t need Robbie’s help. Alex’s sisters, however, all felt like they could handle themselves. He knew better, though. Not that he didn’t think his sisters were able to handle some situations, but sometimes they needed him, and even though they’d never admit it, he knew they recognized that he just wanted to keep them safe.

He truly wasn’t trying to strangle them with his over protectiveness, but things like Em leaving just brought him out of his comfort zone. He’d worried himself crazy, not knowing where she was, or whether she needed his help. At least in the confines of the Academy, Alex knew he could keep an eye on all of his sisters. Of course it helped that he had eyes and ears everywhere – gossip and news spread like wildfire around here. Like when he and Blitz had finally gone public with their relationship. Tell a couple of people, and suddenly the entire population knew, and then he’d had people complaining about he hadn’t come to tell them himself, feeling insulted that they’d had to hear from others. It had been hell the first couple of days, trying to explain to people that he simply hadn’t had the chance to get to them before the gossip did. But now, after a week, things had thankfully settled down and he could enjoy Blitz’s company without people coming up to ask about them every other minute.

Alex was jolted out of his thought about a special blonde, when Robbie spoke up again. He blinked a couple of times, seeing the guy bow as his words sunk in. “Yeah yeah,” he countered, waving off the insult pointed at him, paired with a complimented pointed at Robbie himself. Beautifully executed. He smiled wryly at the next words as Robbie straightened himself. “You wish,” he countered playfully. “Tell you what. I’ll give her kisses from me, and then you get to hug her at the ball.” He winked at his best friend before opening the door. He turned to Emily, flashing a smile. “Take good care of him. Don’t let him take another bath, and,” he paused, sending Robbie a pointed look with a glint of teasing in his eyes, “no kissing my sister either, Mr. Manwhore. That one is off limits.” With that, and a little chuckle, Alex grabbed the long-stemmed red rose he’d bought for blitz from the table and walked out the door, promptly shutting it behind him. As he made his way towards bailey’s room, his thought wandered to Robbie again. But this time, he focused on the guy’s fascination with certain types of women. Alex knew Robbie well enough to be quite aware when the guy had a little thing for someone, like Blitz. She was Robbie’s type to a certain extent, and Alex knew Robbie would never act on whatever he felt for the blonde, but he didn’t like it anyway.

It wasn’t jealousy, and not quite wariness either. Honestly Alex couldn’t quite decipher how he felt about Robbie liking Blitz in a way that you really shouldn’t like your best friend’s girl. He knew he wasn’t a fan of it – who would be? But he didn’t love Robbie any less because of it. He would probably be a jerk to anyone else who looked at Blitz with anything but friendship in their eyes, but again
 for some reason, Robbie was different. Maybe it was because Alex knew his best friend would never make a move in the wrong direction. Besides that, Blitz didn’t reciprocate the feelings, so he had nothing to worry about. Bah, he didn’t know. He supposed it was just as well, though. With that conclusion, Alex reached Bailey’s door and rapped his knuckles against the wood blocking his entrance. “Blitz?” he called, hoping she was still there as he hid the rose behind his back. If they’d left, he’d just meet her at the ball, but he wanted to surprise her. It’d bring that beautiful smile out on her face. He just knew it. Personally, a smile already grazed his handsome features just at the prospect of seeing her. Did it make him a pathetic, lovesick puppy? Probably. But he honestly couldn't say he minded; he'd missed her.


Mr. Nathan Hensleigh


Nate couldn’t help chuckling at Lance’s reply. “Booze, huh? I knew something had to be your excuse.” He playfully shot back before smiling. His younger brother stood out among many of the other students; perhaps because he oftentimes didn’t try to mingle, too occupied with his girlfriend outside the safe confines of the Academy. He could tell something was wrong, but he didn’t want to pry, knowing that if Lance wanted to tell him anything, he would. Some people needed others to dig and poke to out any information, and though Nate knew Lance needed to out his worries, tonight simply wasn’t the night. Besides, Nathan still wasn’t sure how comfortable Lance felt talking to him about his private thoughts and feelings. Perhaps that was the main reason he’d decided to let Lance come to him, instead of the other way around. His younger brother wouldn’t react well to probing. He was a private fellow for the most part.

He noticed Juliette approaching Lance from behind, just as his brother began speaking again, hinting at Ness. Juliette saw him noticing her, and gestured for him to silent. As he wasn’t quite sure what she was up to, he decided to humour her for a little while yet, turned a wry smile Lance’s way and chuckled a little at his comment. “Tips?” he said thoughtfully, squinting his eyes in a mock gesture of suspicion, “what would you need any tips for, mister? To my knowledge, you have a girlfriend.” Then he merely shook his head and laughed. “Besides
 it really isn’t all that fun. Belie-
” he stopped in his track, realizing Juliette’s intend too late. As she moved to cover Lance’s eyes, Nate only managed a resigned sigh before Lance was moving. If he’d known the girl would be silly enough to not even warn Lance a little, he would have stopped her before it got that far. Some people just didn’t take suprises well, and he knew Lance was one of them. Which meant that even before his brother had Jules pinned, Nate knew exactly what would evolve.

He registered Ness’ presence in the corner of his eye, moving at the same time as her. He almost growled in frustration when she fell. She gathered herself though, and Nate quickly turned to Jules and Lance, taking note of the situation. Lance had turned around and was now letting go of Jules. He couldn’t help smiling wryly at the girl, giving her a quick look-over to make sure nothing appeared damaged. Lance’s concern was evident on his face, but still, Nate had duties as a teacher. “Lance,” he said, voice stern, moving to gently intercept the two, continuing his words as he gently assessed damages on Jules’ arm and shoulder, “I’ll meet you outside the hall in a couple of minutes.” It was an obvious dismissal, telling the student to walk outside and stay there while Nate figured things out with Jules. He worried she’s sprained something from the incident and though he understood Lance’s actions, they were still unacceptable, even if he hadn’t intended to hurt Jules. He shut Lance out of his mind as he looked into Jules’ eyes, “can you move your arm?” He asked her, very gently holding her arm in his hands. Both his voice and eyes were laced with gentle concern and care.

He would look to Ness in a bit. Her fall hadn’t seemed bad and she had gotten herself to the chair. He had to push personal feeling aside and care for Juliette first. He doubted Ness’ damage was that bad, anyways, and he figured, worst case scenario, she’d limp around for the next couple of days. He knew her; Ness liked to run, and she’d hurt her ankle several times during. He didn’t hear any squeals of pain, and she didn’t call for him. If she had, he would’ve been there in the next second, although
 if Jules’ damage was bad, he wasn’t entire sure what he’d do. He cared too much for both girls, and it was so damned confusing. He glanced at Ness anyway as he heard a gasp of pain from her direction, concerned fluttering through him. “You okay, Vanessa?” Man, did it feel weird to use her full name. He had to remind herself that her nicknames were off limits at all public times. Right now he was thoroughly irritated at being the only teacher in the room. Why hadn’t the others arrived yet?