isaac and kaysen

Who: Kaysen and Isaac
When: afternoon, post-school
Where: the St. James house

Even though it encouraged bad posture with the backpack and all that happy shit he got told, Isaac jogged home after talking with Dean. Which had just been ... a little disconcerting. But he had stuff to do today, and checking on his sister was top of the list. If he was having fucked up feelings and Thom was having fucked up feelings -- moreso than usual -- and she was too? Some shit was going on. He saw that no parental-type cars were in the driveway, came into the house lightly sweaty, and dropped his stuff by the door. "Kaysen!" he yelled into the house, toeing off his sneakers and padding toward the stairs. "Yak-butter, you home?"

She was home, and she was sitting in the hallway upstairs. There didn't happen to be mirrors in the hallway, and she was still feeling creeped out by hers, and stuff. So she was on the top step, doing her homework in about as half assed a manner as humanly possible. When she heard Isaac, she looked up. "Yeah, up here, Sac." she called, feeling the need to put the ball reference in there, if he was going to be shouting 'yak butter' at the tops of his lungs.

Who: Kaysen and Isaac
When: midday
Where: St. James house

Isaac had woken up in Peyton's bed with his phone ringing. It was a little disorienting. But it was Kaysen, who apparently wanted to talk to him when he got home. Which he totally didn't have to rush, but if he wanted to come home soon, he could. He'd woken up Peyton enough to say goodbye and he'd call her later, and was sure to be quiet on his way down and out of the house. Just in case Tyler was around somewhere. It was on the walk back that he sort of decided he ... didn't really feel better about anything. A little better rested, but no closer to some sort of conclusion or compromise or anything. He walked in the front door and headed up the stairs toward her room, half hoping this wasn't another kind of trainwreck. Though her door was cracked, Isaac rapped his knuckles on it softly.

Kaysen looked over from where she was curled up on her side on her bed. The lights were off, and there was a single candle lit, on her nightstand. She'd been meditating, or drawing energy, or whatever it was called. She still felt vaguely like hell. When the knock came and she propped herself up, she smiled. It was a mixture of relief and a grateful sort of tone. He hadn't made her wait, he'd come right home. "Hey." she said. "C'mon in." she added, inviting him as she curled back up again.

who: kaysen and isaac
where: kaysen's room
when: the wee hours

who: kaysen, isaac and OPEN!
where: the festival
when: 10:45amish!

Kaysen, after getting her gifts from Chance, was in a weird mood. Weird, probably because it was a good one, especially with all the badness going on. But...she'd gotten flowers and ice cream, and that was sweet. She'd already had a little of the ice cream, but was saving it for later too. She was kind of half waiting for her brother on the front step, debating when to call Chance back to talk to him. But...she was going to the festival with her brother, and those two didn't exactly mix. Therefore, she was waiting til later. Their grounding was lifted, and she was glad about that too. So, she was humming to herself slightly as she waited, foot tapping as she bounced her leg restlessly.

Isaac had slept hard, and that was okay. Good, even. Peyton had rubbed his back and hung out for a little while, and then gone home, and not long after that, he was down for the count. The parents had lifted their grounding that morning, and he'd decided -- sort of to try and make up for the day before -- that he was going to take Kaysen to the festival thingie and maybe like ... buy her a poster and a hot dog or something. It was a nice day out, at least, as he stepped out of the house and shut the door behind him. He flipped the keys over into his palm and made a head motion toward the driveway. "Ready?" he asked.

Who: Isaac and Kaysen
When: 8:30ish
Where: Kaysen's room

Isaac had been woken up by his mother, who unceremoniously walked into his room, shook him awake, and turned on his TV. He'd caught the tail-end of the story, but it was enough. Her picture was on the screen. His mom filled him in on the rest, as he sat there in his boxers with a sheet over him, still trying to blink sleep out of his eyes. Lullaby Draven. Shot and killed the night before, in some sort of freak accident. Either a freak accident or something horrible and random. He sat there and didn't believe it. Flat out disbelief. But then his mom -- who had never known Lullaby, but knew that her son would -- had started to cry and hug him, and things started to kind of sink in. It wasn't so much that the dark-headed deaf girl was dead. It was more that her own children had been missing for three days not that long ago, and it could've been them. Or that was what she wept onto his shoulder. Eventually, she let go and went away, and he got up, pulled on some shorts, and walked out of his room. He couldn't have really said why he went to Kaysen's door right away, but he did. Knocked enough to wake her up.