herbert

Who: Herbert and Olivia
When: Early morning
Where: Their apartment

Olivia was up, showered and cooking before Herbert had woken. She hadn't slept very well the night before, after having stayed up most of the night playing... video games with Corwin. Video games with a vampire. She wondered if Judiel would find that amusing or not. In any case, it had at least been distracting. She read for the rest of the night until she dozed for about an hour before the sun began to peek into her room. Sipping a bit of coffee now, Olivia was finishing up the omelet she'd made for Herbert - who she was sure would smell it while it was cooking and hopefully lure him out of bed. She found early on that it was hard waking a teenage boy from slumber. Worse when said boy was a werebear. As much as Olivia loved the season, she was dreading winter. Herbert hibernating? She'd have to pound pots and pans together over his head to get him up for school, no doubt. But that wasn't the only reason she was cooking him breakfast that morning. She wanted to talk to him briefly about Corwin and hopefully succeed in it a bit better than she had the night before. She was afraid that maybe she'd hurt his feelings somehow, and she felt a strange, intense need to remedy that if it was true.

Who: Olivia and Corwin, and later some Herbert
Where: The streets
When: Late evening

Olivia was feeling much better, being back in Marquette. Which was strange, given all of the horrifying vampire death that had happened before she left. Sure, being back meant having to face all the complications she'd so expertly weaved in her life, but that was okay too. She could deal. She had to deal. Otherwise she would just want to run again, and she was trying so very hard to keep from doing that anymore. To keep herself occupied and distracted from the desire to go see Mathias. Or go knock on Judiel's door again, Olivia found the nearest open bar. She really was broke, but had enough cash left for a couple drinks. She could afford it, since she had every intention of going back to work tomorrow. Besides, having a quiet place where she could relax and think by herself was needed and while the bar might not have been really quiet, it was certainly easier to think there than holed up in her room.

After a couple of hours, she headed out and began to walk along the dark streets back toward home. After turning the corner away from the bar, she began to dig through her bag for her cigarettes, wavering only slightly as she wasn't really watching where she was going.

Who: Jordan and Herbert
When: Late afternoon – After school
Where: Trowbridge park

The only reason Jordan knew what day it was, was because she’d had school today and that meant it was a weekday. Time seemed to just pass so strangely since Devon had died. She wasn’t even sure she’d made it to all of her classes today. She was pretty sure this is what they normally call depression.

Jordan, not wanting to go home and listen to her mother worry over her- the comment last night about ‘seeing someone’ being the last straw- she went to the park instead and walked. She’d really not been to the park since… well she couldn’t remember the last time she’s been to the park. Jordan was dressed in her normal dark colors, black jeans, boots, button-up and Devon’s trench. Her book bag was draped over her shoulder and her hands shoved deep in her pockets. As she walked her eyes ran along the trail, they were red (had been for a few days) but her tears were long gone.

Who: Herbert and Claire
Where: School!
When: Statistics class, after lunch

The trend of being on time or even early for class was continuing; Herbert wasn't complaining. Though once he reached statistics, he was starting to think maybe he should. This was by far his worst class, and the one class he hadn't managed to get something done for over the weekend. After Geo and Sammy Saturday, and then Olivia finally coming home Sunday, trying to figure out statistics had just been beyond his poor brain's capability. Most of his other classes he's managed something decent to turn in, but not this one.

So he had to sit there, guilty-feeling and wondering just how badly it would hurt his already-not-too-high grade to have not done a single problem, for ten minutes until the bell rang. He really needed a distraction.

Who: Herbert and Leija
When: lunchtime
Where: outside

Avoiding people had become something of an art form. Specifically, Thom and Isaac. And Isaac's sister, just in case. As well as the other members of the band. In fact, Leija had quite a list going of people that she tried her best to dodge all day long. Between classes it wasn't really difficult, but lunchtime ... she and Thom had the same lunch period. Even though they'd texted during the vampire crisis, she didn't know at all if that constituted them as friends -- yeah, right -- or if she was even allowed to text him ever again, if lives weren't in danger. She wanted to know how he was, but thought that asking was probably a really bad idea on her part. And certainly not in school with witnesses around. So, Leija had more or less taken to eating lunch outside. She usually brought it anyway, and it wasn't too hard to find spots where people weren't sitting.

She'd brought peanut butter and jelly, though she hadn't touched it yet. She sat with her legs crossed, the hood of her jacket up against the slight chill in the air, and stared out at the grass, mind sort of all over the place.

Who: Peyton and Herbert
When: Science class
When: Third period, morning

Peyton wasn't feeling all that well. Most of it was a sick feeling in her stomach from what had happened to Geo and Sammy's parents, but there was something else. A bug maybe, though she prayed she wasn't getting sick. She never missed school, except for days she'd ran into giant snake men, but she figured that had been a good reason. She'd felt off ever since she woke up and had shrugged off her dad's concerns, and then Tyler's as he drove them both to school. She already decided by the end of first period that after she ran her errands after school she'd go home and just sleep, and maybe by morning she'd feel better.

Trudging her way to science, she went directly for the class rather than trying to find Isaac. As much as she wanted to, the idea of sitting down and resting her head on the desk for awhile before she actually had to pay attention was far too tempting to pass up. Herbert wasn't there yet, so she climbed onto the stool, set her bag in front of her and folded her arms against it before resting her cheek against them, watching for Herbert.

For buddies checking up on each other.

For a scene with ducklings. Or A duckling, anyway.

Who: Olivia and Herbert
When: Evening
Where: Phone

It had taken some time, but after wandering around the shopping center several blocks from her house, Olivia managed to track down a pay phone. It seemed like in these days of cell phones, pay phones were harder to come by. With the house phone disconnected, and her own cell phone still MIA - along with her necklace which constantly caused inward cringing whenever she thought about it - it was really her only option other than bugging a neighbor, which she really didn't feel like doing.

Picking up the handset, Olivia called collect, hoping Herbert would answer. And when he did, hoping he didn't get confused by the recording and prompts and hang up on her. She said her name clearly into the phone and then heard it connect and begin to ring. She really hadn't anticipated how eager she was to hear his voice.

for a scene of some sort

Who: Buttahfly
When: 5:10am
wish i had called before now, sorry. still alive for wat thats worth

Who: Syn
When: 5:15am
Still alive i think, sorry i didnt leave town dunno what to do now

Who: Herbert
When: 6:00am
dunno if you saw the news - were both alive and mostly ok but i think im going insane.

Who: Peyton
When: 6:03am
dunno if you saw the news - were both alive and mostly ok but i think im going insane.

Who: Judiel and Herbert
When: evening sometime
Where: Tourville somewhere

Judiel felt sort of restless and lonely, though he was supposedly used to being alone by this point in his life. It was just hard, sitting around the apartment, nothing seemed to be keeping his attention for very long. He missed Olivia, and it was a twitchy sort of feeling. It occurred to him around dinnertime that he'd made a promise to check in on Herbert while she was gone. Which he was glad to do. So he tugged a shirt on and walked out of his apartment, locking up behind him out of habit and meandering on down the hall toward their door. Hopefully he wouldn't be interrupting anything. Herbert was a young man, after all, and now had the place to himself. Judi knocked and took a step back, slipping his fingers into his jean pockets.

Who: Charlotte, Dean, Herbert, Joshua, Isaac, Peyton, Sammy, Stacey, and Thom.
When: Lunchtime.
Where: Side lawn at school.

Charlotte would have felt much better about this if Kaysen was there. She hadn't been nervous about this until she woke up this morning and realized she had no freaking idea what she was doing. Or maybe everyone would think she was crazy, or that it was a waste of time. They won't. she kept telling herself. If they agreed to show up in the first place, they must think it's a good idea. She just kept telling herself that.

Who: Herbert and Stacey
Where: Phone call
When: Thursday Afternoon

Stacey was rummaging through her closet looking for something nice to wear on her date on Friday; she was a believer in being prepared. Naturally she couldn't make up her mind, so she made sure everything was vaguely manageable before flopping on her bed with a sigh. School was deathly quiet, people walked about in a 'I just can't believe we survived that' haze. She couldn't really muster up the gumption to really talk to anyone, she might have startled them. She didn't get a chance to talk to Herbert either, but that could be easily rectified.

Stacey picked up her phone from her endtable and dialed Herbert. He might be home now.

Who: Herbert and Sammy
Where: Riding home from school
When: After school

Because he knew he'd forget if he didn't, Herbert had made a list of things he wanted to talk to Sammy about. It had wound up being a rather longer list than he'd expected, and as he came down the front steps after school, eyes, ears, and nose already questing for some sign of Sammy, he had it folded neatly in his pocket.

Geo.
Vampires.
Sign language.
Lunch meeting thing.
Ducklings.
Texting.
Spending the night.

Who: Herbert and Jordan
Where: School!
When: Lunchtime

Herbert stood outside the cafeteria, hoping Jordan didn't mind eating outside. The rain had stopped, but it was still a little damp. Maybe they could sit on the front steps instead of the grass, or something. But sitting inside meant he probably wouldn't be able to hear a thing she said, so... outside.

Who: Herbert and Charlotte.
When: Third period gym class.
Where: Schooool.

Charlotte was relieved to be back at school, vampire apocalypse seemingly... well, maybe not over, but moved on to somewhere else. She felt kind of badly for being glad it had moved on, but... what could she do? She'd put her attention towards organizing the meetings they'd all talked about before things had gone crazier. She still had to text people, which she figured would be easiest to do at lunch. During gym, she headed over to Herbert to pair up so she could talk to him.

Spotting her on her way over, Herbert broke into a huge grin and waved happily. Yes, he was focusing on the "it's over! things can get back to normal!" aspect of things instead of the "normal for a while" aspect of things that Olivia had been so adamant about. He didn't even want to think about it, he just wanted to give Charlie a hug and be glad she was okay, and move on to something happier.

The hug he did, albeit briefly, when she reached him. No sense getting the teacher mad at them, but he just had to.

From: Herbert
Sent at: 8:32PM

i dont know how to make a question mark or a period or anything on this phone but can we talk about stuff after school tomorrow if youre going to school

Who: Olivia and Herbert
When: Early evening
Where: Apartment

When Olivia finally dragged herself from Judiel's apartment, she felt a bit better, if still tired. She would have preferred to just stay there all day... and maybe the rest of the week, but there were things she needed to do, and people she needed to take care of before she left. The second she entered her apartment, she slipped off her sandals and swept her gaze around the small apartment. "Herbert?" Judi had promised he'd check on Herbert while she was gone, but she still wanted to make sure he didn't need anything and he'd be all right.

Herbert was just getting out of the shower-- working all day again had left him gross and sticky-- when he heard the door opening and closing, shortly followed by his name. Olivia was finally back. Oh, good. As much as he had been glad that Olivia was over at Judiel's, probably making things right with him again, he would have rather liked to see her sometime.

So he poked his head out of the bathroom and called, back, "Hallo, Olivia! Be out in a second." Seeing as she had such a problem with naked werebear, and all, he figured he ought to get dressed before he came out.

From his bedroom, Elda peeped at the sound of his voice, and he grinned a little to himself as he shut the bathroom door again and set about getting dressed.

Who: Jordan and Herbert
When: Late afternoon
Where: The streets

Jordan walked with her arms wrapped tightly around Devon's trench coat. Underneath she wore simple clothes, not her normal goth spread, of jeans and a t-shirt from one of the school plays. She wasn't wearing any make-up and her eyes were very red. She'd locked herself in her bedroom for nearly three days since Chance came and told her of Devon's passing and only now did she venture out.

Her emergence wasn't due to some need to clarity, or reflection on the world or even to heal. The only reason she was out was so she didn't have to listen to her mother try to convince her to go outside, or to see Chance or to do something while trying to hide her own tears from her daughter. She was furious her mother had gotten so emotional over Devon's passing. She'd never really seemed to like him to begin with and was convinced she was acting it up for sympathy.

She wasn't really looking where she was going, her eyes focused on the sidewalk and her head down. Jordan sniffed a little, not having any fresh tears to cry at the moment and not knowing where she was going, all she could do was wander aimlessly.

Who: Sent to Herbert, Leija, Caleb, Geo and Isaac
When: 7:00pmish

Who: Sent to Herbert
When: 7:00pmish

hey - checking in to make sure you're okay. see you at school tomorrow? (if we have it) - p

Who: Geo and Herbert
When: Late afternoon
Where: Herbert and Olivia's apartment

Geo was used to getting from place to place under his own power - that much was true. What he wasn't used to, however, was walking. But the doctor had been adamant. No bike. Not until he got used to the shift in depth perception that his injury was causing. The thought drew his hand up to his eye, brushing against the smooth white of the bandage. He had to jerk his hand down again as even that light, self-supplied pressure made him think of last night. This morning. Whenever the hell it had been.

He wasn't even supposed to be out, technically, but he couldn't stand the house right now, not with the mess and the looks from his parents - somehow accusatory and sympathetic at the same time - so he'd stormed out. Wandered, carefully, avoiding most areas where he might meet people. He didn't want sympathy. Didn't want to think about his eye, or what the doctor had said...

...granted, that didn't explain why he was at Herbert's door now, hand raising to knock three times on the wood.

Who: Socko and open
Where: Washington Street
When: mid-afternoon

Socko had missed one hell of a party, by the look of it. The stretch of street he was on looked more like something he'd see on TV depicting a conflict overseas than what he'd grown used to in his years here. Broken glass littered the streets, shop windows had been ransacked, and empty bullet casings still chimed underfoot erratically. Sadly, it was the norm here lately.

Who: Claire and Herbert
Where: The Library
When: Early Afternoon

After finding Nevermore had been closed down for the day, Claire had debated returning home before her wandering took her to the library. Most of the people staffed inside knew her by name, given she had spent much of her free time over the past few years confined within it's walls. Unfortunately they didn't have any books on vampires - reliable ones anyway. Vampire erotica and chick-lit did not count. Making her way up to the second floor, she was mildly depressed to see how empty it was. It wasn't surprising, what with the town being thrown into chaos just about every evening - but she missed the sense of normalcy it once had. She missed seeing familiar faces, and hell, she actually missed going to school. She was sure a lot of students were thankful for the day off, but Claire was one of the rare few who hated holiday break, snow days and summer vacation. She preferred spending her time away from home unless her father was working overtime. Claire moved through the stacks, fingers brushing along the books for something to read. Anything. She didn't even care at this point. Just something to take her mind off of what was happening all around her. It was the movement a few rows over that caught her attention and she bent down just enough to look through the tops of the books into the other aisle. She could see someone moving, but try as she might, pushing up on her toes now, she couldn't catch a glimpse of his face.

So the living will come out in the daylight, she mused, falling back on her heels. Curious now, she walked in the opposite direction than the other person, down her aisle until she casually wandered toward them, pretending to still be searching for something. It was a sad day, when she had to spend her free time stalking some poor innocent schmuck in the library. A sad, sad day.

Who: Herbert and Harper
Where: Nevermore
When: Midday

There were only two places Herbert knew to look for Harper: her house, or Nevermore, the bookstore she said she worked for. That Dorian owned. And that wasn't actually destroyed, like some other shops, Herbert noted as he coasted up to it. Since Harper wasn't at her house, he sure hoped she was here. He hadn't seen her since she sent him off in a taxi, and he needed to at least make sure she was okay.

The werebear, his bruises finally starting to fade a little and the band-aids on his neck gone from the scabbed-over cut, locked up his bicycle outside and headed in. There was definite "Harper is here" smell, the minute he walked in the door, and he followed his nose over to the counter.

Who: Herbert and Olivia
Where: Their apartment
When: Late morning

After his usual morning bicycle ride-- which he still kept up with, even though he was riding through what looked like a ghost town, buildings vandalized and rubble everywhere, with very few people actually out even though dawn had come and the clouds were thinning-- post-ride shower, breakfast, and the rather new experience of feeding a hungry duckling breakfast of her own, Herbert figured maybe getting Elda into some water would be a good idea. She was a duck, after all, and ought to know how to swim, or just enjoy a little wading if she was too young to swim.

Setting Elda on the bathroom floor to wander about as she would, Herbert set about getting the tub ready: he didn't want the water too hot, or too cold, or too deep. Just in case she couldn't swim. More importantly, he had to find the plug, which he realized was missing somewhere as he turned the water on. While he hunted around the bathroom cupboards and drawers, Elda wandered out into the hall.

Who: Herbert and Judiel
Where: Judiel's apartment
When: Early evening

With dinner eaten, a video game or two played-- with Herbert still soundly defeated, though he didn't care at all and lost with a smile-- and duckling surreptitiously fed behind a closed door and then put back to bed, Herbert was faced with Olivia's tupperware of casserole and the promised trip to Judiel's to give it to him. He wasn't sure it wouldn't put him square in the middle of a lover's spat, but he'd promised, and he did kind of want to know how Judiel was doing about it all. And know, if he could subtly sniff it out, whether he really did hate Olivia.

Privately, Herbert doubted it. Hate was strong, and Judiel didn't seem the hate type.

Who: Herbert and Olivia
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Apartment

Olivia had gotten home a bit earlier, thanks to a ride from Dexter, and had gone about putting the food away before taking another shower to ease the tension and curling up on the couch with her journal. After writing a lengthy couple of pages in her journal and feeling incredibly refreshed, Olivia went into the kitchen and set about making something to eat, unsure as to where Herbert had gone. Maybe she could try to make a veggie casserole or something and put it in the freezer, then he would just have to put it in the oven later when he got home. It sounded like a good idea, so she got to work, placing a pot of water onto the stove to boil. It was rainy, and dreary, but she was feeling okay. A lot better actually, after having written in her journal and coming to some pretty cemented conclusions about what to do with herself. In fact, she could feel a tiny smile forming on her lips every now and then, despite dreading what she knew she would have to do eventually. No matter. If she thought too much about it, she might revert back to cowardice, and that was something she was determined not to do. Slicing through a couple carrots, Olivia popped a piece in her mouth and refocused her attention solely on Herbert's dinner.

It had been a much better afternoon than Herbert had expected. Charlie had been happy, despite everything; it had been good to see Peyton; and he had a duck! A little baby duck that looked dwarfed in the palm of his hand, but that he carried carefully the whole ride home. It-- she, Edna, if Sammy was to be believed, and he had no reason not to believe him; she smelled a little female-ish, maybe-- was sound asleep when he climbed the stairs, so he tried to do so carefully and quietly.

Who: Herbert and Peyton
Where: Peyton's House
When: Early afternoon, 1:30ish

Peyton was finally taking a break from focusing completely on werethings and vampires. She was sitting at her piano, trying to do nothing but pay attention to the notes she was playing. It had been a surreal couple of weeks. Everything seemed to have completely unraveled when Isaac disappeared and now she was pretty sure nothing was going to be the same again. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about it, or what to think. It was a new experience, frightening and a bit exciting - the non-scary stuff. People she knew were beginning to tell her things she would have scoffed at weeks before, but how could she not believe them now? Now that she's seen David, and Geo shift, and Thom and Isaac perform magic? She had to believe now, didn't she? Peyton shook her head, reminding herself that she wasn't thinking about that right now. All she was going to think about was playing music and pretending to be a normal teenage girl, completely oblivious to everything going on outside the sanctuary of her own home. Just for a few more minutes... and then she would go back to blatantly worrying about it.

Oblivious, himself, to how he was likely to upset his friend's moment of not-thinking-about-it, Herbert was cycling slowly up to Peyton's house, mostly just coasting and sitting back, one hand on the handlebars and the other cradling the newly-hatched duckling against his chest to keep it warm. He was wet-- he'd ridden through a spat of rain on his way over that had the duckling shaking its downy little feathers and quack-peeping in surprise-- but he didn't particularly care. He was in a much better mood now than he had been before, and a little rain wasn't going to spoil that.

Dismounting and setting the bicycle against the porch steps-- fun to do one-handed-- Herbert climbed the stairs and shook himself off a little once in front of the door before knocking. He'd probably make an interesting picture: still bruised, hair and shirt plastered down with rain, and a tiny, dozing duck on the palm of one big hand.

Who: Herbert and Sammy
Where: Williams' house
When: 11:47 a.m.

The night previous Sammy had crashed, and crashed hard. The caffeine and sugar had worked it's way out of his system and sent him crashing into the couch cushions as soon as Geo had worked his hair out of the braids. The rest had been welcome, and unlike the night before he'd slept without waking -- scratch that, he'd slept. His body was so tired that by the time he woke up Sunday it was 11:30 in the morning. Sammy swung his legs over the edge of the couch and pushed himself up, rubbing at his hip where the cellphone in his shorts' pocket had been pressing up against it as he stumbled into the laundry room to check on the eggs still nestled in the blankets. He blinked, stopped rubbing his hip, and fumbled for the phone which thankfully had enough battery power for him to send off a text to Herbert.

Water's broken! It said. Two small funny words. The power on the phone died - it had been on for days now - as Sammy fell to his knees beside the basket with a wide, sunny, happy grin.