Entries tagged with cassandra cain

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The Pool, Sunday Morning

He'd left his room, and no one had stopped him. Then he'd left the floor, and no one had stopped him there either. So in the dorms, at least, Ender had freedom of movement. The same might have gone for outdoors-- there would be no guard stopping him. That was good to know. At least this prison had space.

But he didn't go outdoors. He'd seen a mention of the pool in a brochure, and he wanted to find it. He'd gone down every stairway until he'd found it, and then he stripped down to his trunks and slid seamlessly into the water.

If he closed his eyes, it almost felt like zero g. He tried swimming underwater for a little while, but the resistance sometimes broke the illusion, and so he'd started to drift, his eyes shut and his limbs stretched out.

[ open pool, of course ]

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The Grounds near the Stables, Thursday Morning Before Classes

Ino, almost sheepishly, made it down to her plants before dawn, and set to work. After yesterday, and the beach, it had occurred to her that she hadn’t been to her garden for a while. It was a good thing that plants didn’t always need careful watching over, because the time away, and in France, in Greece, and now in Bali Ha’i…

Well, her plants were flourishing. Ino grinned, kneeling down to inspect them closer, before setting to work on weeding and making sure that they really were all healthy.

She’d have to call Principal Washburn later, and see if she still wanted to see the garden.

[For one, but open as well.]

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Fifth Floor common room, Monday night

Sokka had collected all of the underwear that was left lying around when he got back from work, and taped it all to the wall.

He taped signs all around the dorm reading

CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR: $1 each
5th floor common room

and was sitting on the couch, watching TV, holding a cash box, next to a larger CLAIM YOUR UNDERWEAR sign, eating popcorn.

Yes, he'd washed his hands first before making the popcorn.

[Open like an open thing!]

Current Mood: working

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Camp gym (Salle)- Thursday before classes

While it would be nice to have a summer without worrying whether or not any relatives would be listening to the radio and not feeling checked up on, Jaina also realized that she was losing the two people who helped her with her lightsaber training, too. This was definitely a downside, and she new that it just meant she was going to have to make it a point of getting down here more and practicing herself. She thought she might get a lecture if she was all rusty come fall, after all.

Making sure to stick a note on the door to give warning that there was someone back here with a nice live weapon that was known for chopping off limbs, she set up three remotes to start firing, and ignoted her lightsaber to start deflecting the bolts that were going to be coming at her at pretty high speeds.

[Yes I did have to go into old posts to make sure the salle was there. Open, as I have a couple hours before work still, but then it'll be SP till this evening PST. Fair warning.]

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Caelum Campfire, Wednesday Evening

Evening found her sprawled on the ground in front of her cabin’s campfire, which, thanks to her, was blazing merrily. She was at somewhat of a loss as to what to do for the evening, really.

Sleep was considered, and then disregarded. No doubt she’d fall asleep eventually anyway, but there was no need to rush it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had three classes tomorrow, Ino would’ve headed straight back into the preserve for more training.

But, no. Stupid classes.

Ino stared at the fire and wished for some of Reno’s booze. She totally should’ve grabbed a bit of it for… safekeeping, yes, that was it. Safekeeping.

And, you know, drinking. Note to self: Steal Reno's booze at some point.

Yes, she could always buy her own, but the stealing bit would totally be fun if she could pull it off. Hmmmm.

[Open as a campfire is!]

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The Camp Gym; Wednesday After Classes.

So, as it was, Cal had told himself that he was going to cut back, take it easy, quit the workout thing for a few days so that he wasn't constantly feeling as if someone had been pulling on his limbs like taffy, but...

There he was again, drifting into the gym and intent of killing an hour with weights. He rationalized this with himself in three ways: one, he had at least changed up the timing. People up early enough to be there in the morning were clearly motivated people, so they would do things like workout. By late afternoon, people were usually too lazy or busy, so he might have some quiet time. Secondly, he worked tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't be working out if he had work and an audition for that play thing to go to.

The third reason was simple. Explosing-shooting Santa Clauses demanded a little sweat and iron and regularity just to clear his head a bit.

Seriously.

[[ yeah, it's open, of course. ]]

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The Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.

[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

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The Dorm Stairwell - Vaguely morning-ish

Cassandra led the way from the roof to the stairwell, still lightly holding River's hand. Just moving across the roof was a dance in itself as she spun her partner just a bit.

"Dancing on the railings" River had said. Cassandra beamed. There were six floors of them. This was going to be fun.

She turned to her partner in crime with a smirk. "Ready?"

[ooc: Cass and River will be dancing down the stairs. Anyone is welcome to find them on the way down!]

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The Roof - Early Wednesday Morning

Cassandra didn't sleep much. And the truth was that she was oddly comfortable on top of roofs. It hadn't taken long in Fandom for her to realize that while it wasn't uncommon for people to be on the roof at night, if she came up early in the morning she could generally find some solitude.

So she sat cross-legged on the roof simply breathing quietly.

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The Roof, Tuesday Morning

Ino was… was going to do something drastic if she didn't stop singing soon. As it was she was up on the roof in the hopes that no one else would hear her. On the other hand… if people heard her… that'd shut her up, right?

She sighed, thumped her head lightly against the notebook she'd brought up with her, and…

"Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I
And let's face it - who isn't less fortunate than I?
My tender heart tends to start to bleed

And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know, I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed
Follow my lead, and yes, indeed
You will be...

Popular! You're gonna be popular!"

Well. Stabbing herself to shut herself up was certainly gaining popularity right about now.

[I couldn't resist. Totally open as a roof is!]

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Third Floor Common Room - MorningishMidday

Liir'd been up since sunrise, as per usual, only today (as he had no class) he'd taken over the third floor common room's kitchen for a few things. He had cookies to make for Karal (he'd decided on a slightly modified version of Lurline's Tears to be festive for the holiday), treats for Miss Lulu (he'd found the recipe through that googly thing Professor Beaubier had shown him), some of the chocolate hazelnut cookies for Ino, and another batch of summer ice (this time with lemon and rosewater since Professor Ambrose obviously had no like for papay fruit for the moment) so that he could write down the recipe to give to Miss Lulu. In between all of the sugar, however, there was a pot of beef stew, made as he had at Kiamo Ko though with a few substitutions. Or possibly not. The names had been different but even just between Professor Ambrose's and his time there were differences in name for the same thing.

All in all, the common room probably smelled of sugar, strange fruits, and slowly cooking spiced beef.

Liir was rather pleased with himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are with a variety of food and treats available]

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The Gym, Monday morning

Movement of the body often grabbed hold of wandering thoughts and turned them focused on the present, and River knew she needed that. After her meeting with Adah last week she had decided on her course of action; no further plans were necessary. With a low kick she brought her thoughts away from those decisions and back to here and now, to a room filled with imaginary enemies that fell as her fists and feet hit them. She was good at this. She had a purpose.

[open]

Current Mood: anxious

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Salle [afternoon]

Talking to Sam in the clinic yesterday had only increased Luke's never-helpful "bad feeling," so after checking in on Sam's pet as promised, trying to get Vladdie to come out from under the bed (not happening), and ignoring the irritated glares of Yoda the turtle, Luke trotted down to the salle with his lightsaber and a couple of training remotes.

He slapped a "Caution: Live Fire. Knock Before Entering" sign on the door and then kicked four remotes to life and began to practice, immersing himself in the Force.

[OOC: Open for all of your Jedi-gawking needs.]

Till I Start to Believe - Melanie Doane

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The Roof, Saturday [1/26]

Cassandra stood on the roof looking out over the edge. She had agreed to meet Ino later, but she had plenty of time to think while she waited. She had been putting off thinking about the weekend when she was not herself, and it was something she needed to do. This was as good a chance as any.

[ooc: Open like the roof tends to be.]

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Second Floor Common Room; Friday Evening.

In a strange and startling turn of events, it would seem that Adah Price crawled from primordial depths (well, her bedroom, anyway, which, while quite dry and warm and nice, seemed to be taking on a murky, swamplike visage in her head today) to emerge herself once again on the front of possible socialization. She wondered if she should be concerned, and then reasoned with herself, as she shifted through a drawer for a can opener that she could manage with one hand, that there were reasons. Today, the reason was simply that of the fact that a girl had to eat. She was driven from the confines of as close to a hermitage as she could get for a simple, primal need. Yesterday also had its reasons, as she had come across the fairly busy pool entirely by accident out of not wanting to deal with the trouble of bundling up a little to go outside. Warmer weather aside, it had nothing on the sweltering Congo nights. They had their reasons and she was restless, anyway, wrestling a little finally with a simpler can opener that made quite a chore out of getting into the can of fruit swimming in sickly sweet syrup that would probably make her stomach rebel later, but it was food, it was (relatively) simple, and eating it directly out of the can as she curled up a little on the couch had become more familiar to her than other, conventional, American ways of preparing full, three-course meals.

She considered the TV, but then banished the thought once the thought of managing a remote control and a can of peaches would be more difficult than Adah wanted to bother with right now.

[[ open as common rooms tend to be~ ]]

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The Salle - Saturday Afternoon

Since things were all crazy around the island, Sora decided that it was a good idea to head down to the salle with his keyblade and work out.

It had been a while, well since they'd rescued Naminé, that he'd done anything with the Keyblade and as it's master, that just seemed kinda... lazy? Yeah, he was lazy.

Putting up a dummy for his target, Sora began to slash at it in his typical technique. Needless to say, he was just flailing and bashing at it in any way possible until it disappeared; no technique there at all.

If you asked Sora though, he wasn't doing anything wrong.

[Open!]

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Second Floor Girl's Bathroom; Saturday Morning.

Mary didn't have a whole lot of time that morning to process many things that went beyond the terrible, awful feeling in her stomach. Thankfully, she seemed to have woken up with enough time that she could scurry her way to the nearest toilet before she'd be left with a big giant mess of up-chuck to clean up. She made it, but, somehow, groaning as she slumped in the stall and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, making it didn't necessarily make her feel any better. Her hand drifted to her stomach. Maybe she ate some bad pizza, or something.

Mary blinked. Another swell of nausea rose up inside of her, but it didn't go anywhere. What she was experiencing right now might be something like a divine revelation of sorts. Didn't she see this on a movie the other night with her mom? Valerie Bertanelli's voice drifted through Mary's mind: ... I'd been throwing up every morning... Oh, no.... ... And hadn't had my period in two months. No, no, no.... ... I thought I was pregnant.

Mary groaned, leaning her head against the wall. It couldn't be; it just couldn't! But Valerie wasn't done.

So I took the pregnancy test. I found out I wasn't pregnant. It was cancer.

That was it! A pregnancy test, of course. Mary knew what she had to do, and got up to go do it.

After a moment, she realized, slumping over the toilet again.

[[ open, sure, if you're in the area and are curious about the frequent vomitting. Turtle has become Mary from the movie Saved! ]]

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2nd Floor Common Room, early afternoon

Johnny Castle set up his record player. Amazing that it was just there. And playing the music softly, he sort of laid around, waiting for his first dance partner to show up. Sometimes he hated his job. He had great ideas, he just never got to push them.

Today however, he might get in a bit of his own kind of dancing. What? If no one was around to tell him otherwise, he'd damn well do as he pleased.

[yo, CR open!]

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Third Floor Common Room: Thursday after classes

Mel was spending more and more time out of her room lately trying to be somewhere else whenever a certain someone was there.

Finding nothing better to do and really not interested in hitting the gym, Mel had grabbed a few snacks and was channel surfing in the remote chance something good was on TV.

[Open and always in this comm. Yes.]

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The Gym - Tuesday Morning

Max had been going running, which was all well and good, but she decided it was time for her to become acquainted with the gym.

She found it early Tuesday morning and began running drills with the punching bag.

[open, as gyms tend to be]