The Facility

Cole felt a small hurt at her words. Without one of his own he walked back to his room and shut/locked the door.

Kylia looked at him shocked, eyes wide. She wasn't sure what to do, but she found her self kissing him back, despite the protests in her mind.

"Tch, I didn't mean you could slam the door on me!" she snarled, she then banged on the door. But she knew that he wouldn't answer. The runt's mad... She bit her lip.
Why am I...upset? She shook her head and sat down across the hallway from Cole's door, seeing if he would come out. Like I care if he does...
Her heart became heavy, as if she couldn't keep it in her chest anymore. That it felt like it was going to fall into her stomach. I'm overreacting. She lowered her head.
I guess I'm screwed now, here we go. Two days down, a lifetime left to go.

((Hm...what about Abby? She's my other charrie and as you can see, she's alone so...neh?))

(Okie Dokie then)

Cole threw himself on the bed, letting flames cover everything around him.

Brandon let the kiss continue a moment longer before breaking off with a smile.

(Do you want cristian to start first? or me?)

Kylia looked at him still shocked, but a slight smile was pulling at her lips and her cheeks were a deep red. "wow." she said quietly.

Brandon smiled in agreement. "Wow." He murmured leaning in for another.

Kylia's eyes got a little big but she kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck. What was she doing? Was this even cosher?(sp?)

((Um, I'll start.))

Christian smiled back as they continued to walk the hallway, not noticing the red haired girl (Abby) sitting in the hallway and almost tripped on her. "Gah! Oops! Sorry!"

Abby glowered up at the young boy and the blonde girl. (Christian and Taylor) "What do you want?" she replied with spite, her voice cracking a slight because of her mixed emotions.

Brandon deepens the kiss.

Kylia's eyes widened a little more, but she melted in his arms, her mind swirling with her first kiss.

Brandon finally pulled back and gave her another smile.

Kylia blushed as she smiled at him looking dazed. "Wow." She repeated again breathlessly. She sat herself up a bit better and looked at him, her blush deepening, her mind still daze as she tried to stand.

Brandon helped her up, his cheeks burning. "Yeah..." He pushed a hand through his hair with a smile.

Kylia stared at him for a moment before blushing again and darting away from the awkwardness of the situation. Not that she didn't like what had just happened. It was more the fact that neither of them new how to really...process it.

Jess came out of his room as Kylia came sprinting past and back towards her nest in the rafters of the secular room. He watched her a little shocked and then goes the way she came from to investigate. Upon seeing Brandon he frowns. "What did you do to her."

Brandon shrugged, not willing to tell him, "Why do you automatically assume I did something?"

"Because she came running down the hall at full speed and from this spot." Jess said as he glared at him. "If you hurt her, so help me I will let the shadows have at you." He growled and turned walking back towards the gardens, scooping up yet another book as he went.

Brandon starred after him before starting back to his room, the blankets she had given him in hand. "I won't hurt her." He muttered slamming his door.

Jess sat himself down in the gardens, beneath his tree again and looked at the book. The Odyssey. He frowned. He'd read it at least twice since he had been here. He shrugged and decided it wouldn't hurt to read it again.

Kylia was up in the rafters, her face burried in her blankets as she tried to decide how to process what had just happened.

Brandon threw himself on his bed and sighed, "What did I just do?"

Kalya sat on her bed quietly looking around at the ghosts. She didn't fell like arguing with them right now. So she listened.
Thats why you should use the knife you found last week. said one.
She shook her head, "Cole took it away."
Then you have to find another.
"Why a knife?" She asked tilting her head.
Because you're not bright enough to properly jump of a bridge and now we're stuck in here.
She stood mechanically, letting the ghosts have control for a moment before dropping back down on the bed.
"No."
Yes.........

(Looks around bored* I'll find Kristy again....))

Kristy stared at the door for a long time after it shut before continuing putting away the items from her suitcase. She pulled out the dance uniform they sent and felt both gratitude and resentment. It was if her parents were saying we don't want you to be seen with us in public but we still want you to practice being the perfect little rich girl.
She sighed and dropped it in a drawer before sliding it shut and taking another look at the room. It was smaller than she was used to, simpler. But kinda comfortable, she liked it actually. Kristy let a small smile onto her face as she stepped out the door, sure that she was the only one who thought this.

((I feel like a terrible person. I'm on vacation right now, so I can only really post at night which is afternoon for ya'll. But I am very much still going to try and participate))

Fletcher raced down the hall away from the conservatory that served as Moira's room at full speed, panting a little. Skidding to a halt in front of Brandon's room, he banged on the door. "Open up!" he shouted. "I know you're in there Brandon, something's wrong with Moira!"

Brandon glared at the door. "Ya sure?" He asked pulling himself up off the bed.

Fletcher bent over, huffing and taking a few seconds to respond. "Yeah, plants are everywhere, and they're not her usuals. Black thorns the size of my pinkie, poison ivy, nettles, belladonna, they're starting to spread into the hallway. I think it's got something to do with the operation she had two months ago, you remember."