Sabre
Sabre sat out in the early morning quiet, head upturned as he scented the air and guitar laying cradled across his lap. He didn't know where anyone in the school was, or if anyone was awake, and he didn't particularly care. He coaxed a glittering waterfall of sound from his acoustic guitar, thinking on nights around campfires, other early mornings like this, crowded inns, hard street corners, moonlit romances and the other places and times he'd played. Making his instrument moan, sing, weep, shout for joy and sigh in love, all in the space of a few bars. His fingers segued into an old, old romantic folk song in a wisftul minor key. Where had he learnt this one? He couldn't remember, but it was one of his favourites...he started to sing along quietly, voice thrumming with emotion. "What is a rose without thorns, love? What is a true love without care? My true heart is yours, love. Even though I do feel pain. My heart aches with your absence, love, and I hope you feel the same. What is a rose without thorns, love? What is true love without care? What is your love but a rose, sweet? What would I be without your thorns, love? What would I be without you? I would be naught, love, cos I love you, love, to the depths of my heart..."
Nyx
Nyx squinted up at the ceiling while she struggled to place the sounds she heard. Sabre. Singing and playing his beloved Rom guitar. Hmph. She turned back over in her bed and fell back asleep. That male like being awake *way* too much for a cat. Wasn't natural, not really.
Sabre
Sabre played a few more old courtly love songs, and then decided to play something a bit more modern. Chord. Stop. Chord. Stop, then into the melody, flicking out the melody. "Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road..." The song now played at all high school graduations, he thought wryly. "It's not a question, but an answer learned in time. It's unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you have the time of your life..."
Nyx
Nyx gave up on sleeping as Sabre continued. She could hear him, and now she was awake, she wasn't getting back to sleep for a while. She got up and took a shower, luxuriating in the hot water and no one to interrupt her. Bliss. After a bit, she got out and dressed, wet hair hanging in tendrils around her face. She padded down the halls, following her nose to find food. Ooh. A grin spread over her face. Coffee. Good coffee, and no one around to stop her. She almost bounced in glee. The blue guy from last night was in the kitchen as she stepped in, and she smiled. "Guten morgen."
"Guten morgen," he replied hesitantly as she started to pour herself a cup of coffee, adding sugar and milk.
"Ich entschuldige mich für gestern Abend. Mein Name ist Nyx, was Ihr ist?"
"Kurt. Kurt Wagner."
"Gefallen, um Sie zu treffen, Kurt."
"I außerdem, Nyx. Es ist eine lange Zeit gewesen, seit ich auf Deutsch sprechen könnte, und mein Englisch ist nicht sehr gut. Möglicherweise sollte ich Ihnen danken?" Nyx giggled.
"Keine Notwendigkeit, liebes." Nyx could tell that he was blushing underneath the blue. Aw, this one was just so sweet. She hopped up on the bench near where he was sitting, and sipped at her coffee. "Erklären Sie mir über diese Schule, bitte?"
"Ich würde zu froh sein." Kurt smiled shyly back at her, and she patted his hand.
"Sie sind solch ein süsser Junge. Süsse ist hart, diese Tage zu finden. Ich denke mich halte Sie." She noticed his wary expression, and started to laugh. "Nicht buchstäblich, liebes!" They chattered away in German as they had some breakfast.
Sabre
Sabre leaned back on the grass, and laid his guitar next to him. He was feeling pretty darn good. He watched the blue sky above him, and listened to the birds sing. He wondered idly if he'd go hunting. Maybe later. For now, this peace was all he wanted. He dug through his jacket pockets, and got out a cigrette and a lighter. Yep. This was good. He dragged back on his cigareete, mind almost ciompletly blank and basked in the sun. After a few moments he sat up though and started to run his fingers over the strings again, not really playing anything in particular, just strumming. A song came into his head, and he stubbed out the cigarette, opening his mouth to sing as the music got a lot more upbeat from what he'd been playing before. "If, I, die before I wake. At least in heaven I can skate. Cos right now on earth, I can't do jack. Without the man upon my back..."
Nyx
Nyx was enjoying her talk with Kurt, and then she noticed the radio behind him. She reached over and turned it on, placing her coffee cup on the bench. She could still hear Sabre, but only faintly. Nyx grinned and started to bounce as the song on the radio made itself known. "Ich liebe diesen Melodie!" She started humming along to it; hey, she knew her voice was no great shakes, especially compared to her sibs.
"You can laugh, you can feel fine, you can dance with a little twist. Tell your pretty red haired babe you forget that I exist..."
Nyx started to sing along, hands tapping on the bench while Kurt watched her with mild confusion. "Can you see outside in the better night? Would you leave me on the side of the road? Would you walk right up to me, would you talk to me? I'm already asking, I'm down on my knees. I'm already begging, I'm begging you please. Can you teach me how to fly? Can you see I'm scared to die? We've only just begun to learn to crawl..."
Storm
Storm moved into the kitchen, her stomach aching from lack of food. She noticed that Sabre and Nyx were in there, talking to Kurt. Not wanting to go in, yet not wanting to run away, she swallowed her fears and stepped into the room. She smiled bravely.
"Good morning."
Nyx
Nyx waved and smiled. "Morning!" If Nyx had been a vamp, she would have revelled in the fear that slolwy came from Storm. As it was, she just was a bit concerned. She hadn't done anything, had she? A new song came on, and Nyx hopped off the bench and started to dance in circles, hands above her head and hips swaying.
"This thing right here, Lettin' all the ladies know, What guys talk about, You know, the finer things in life, A heh, heh, heh, Check it out..." Nyx slid her hands down her hips and started singing huskily along to the quick beatbeat.
"Ooh that dress so scandalous. And you know another nigga can't handle it. So you shakin that thang like who's the ish. With a look in her eyes so devilish. You like to dance on the hip-hop spots. And cruise the grooves to connect the dots. Not just urban she likes the pop. `Cause she was Livin' La Vida Loca..." Nyx bobbed her head along, one thumb stuck through her beltloop. She wasn't really thinking about what they could think. Song, Good song. Therefore, dance. Simple equation. She wished Sabre was here too. They could both dance up a storm. "She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Thighs like what, what, what. Baby move your butt, butt, butt. I think I'll sing it again..."
Storm
Storm smiled as she watched Nyx dance. Avoiding her eyes, she went straight for the coffee and poured herself a cup.
"Did you sleep well?" Storm asked, wondering why her voice sounded so squeaky. She put it down to lack of sleep.
Storm moved over to the bench and started to make herself some toast, brushing her white fringe from her eyes.
Nyx
"Like a babe in the woods, sweetie," Nyx said cheerfully as she kept dancing. "Oh, but this is fun. Sabre's out playing his guitar and chilling in a peaced out mood. Dance with me!" She took Kurt's hand and he stammered. "Please?" She pouted and he smiled shyly, ducking his head.
"I'm not very good at dancing..."
"Aw, c'mon!" Nyx tugged him onto his feet and started swaying. He shook his head.
"No, really. I can't dance."
"Okies. But, we will be teaching you to dance. You look like a bit of a good dancer, once you get past all those silly inhibitions." Nyx patted Kurt's cheek, and he blushed. "Isn't he just the sweetest guy you ever did meet?"
Storm
Storm smiled, and was happy to notice that it wasn't so forced. Kurt did look pretty cute dancing with Nyx. She found herself getting used to Nyx's personality, but she wondered if she'd ever really be truly comfortable with it.
"I think I might go outside for a bit."
Nyx
"Sabre's outside, chilling and playing his gee-tar. One warning, never touch his precious instruments. He goes full apocalyptic over the damn things." Nyx ran her hands through her hair, teasing the black strands out to their full length. "Desert near Egypt? It wasn't *always* there. That was my fault, kinda. Stepped on his sitrum thingie."
storm
Storm waved, and headed outside. She potted Sabre almost right way. Well it wasn't hard. He was just sitting there singing and playing music. She drifted closer slowly, but still sat a fair distance away, close enough to listen to him.
Sabre
Sabre had his eyes closed, but he smelt Storm's approach. She smelt like the wind, and all the storms of the earth. Nice. He started to play a song for her, of course, she wouldn't know that. "And I'd give up forever to touch you, if I know that you're feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I've ever been, and I don't want to go home right now. And all I can taste is your sweetness, and all I can see is your light..."
Storm
Storm closed her eyes, taking in Sabre's voice. She felt a stab of fear, but ignored it, drinking in the beautiful morning that she was in.
Sabre
Sabre frowned as he smelt the surge of fear. Damn, he wasn't even trying to scare her. He didn't like this. He went for something a bit more light. "When I wake up, then I know I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you. And when I go out, hey, I know I'm gonna be the man who goes along wit' you. If I get drunk, then I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you..." Sabre opened his eyes and grinned cheekily at Storm as he got to his feet and serenaded her, "But I would walk five hundred miles, and I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles, just to fall down at yer door!" Man, he loved being a bit of a goofball.
Storm
Storm laughed briefly, admiring his efforts to try and make her feel less afraid. She admitted to herself that it was working. She yawned and stretched out, before taking a sip of coffee and edging closer to Sabre.
"Good morning."
Sabre
Sabre grinned, and put his guitar down. "Well, good morning to ye too then." He sat down next to her and laid back on the ground, hands laced together behind his head. "It *is* a rather good morning, all up. Sun's shining, birds singing, pretty girl by me side...yep, an all round good morning." He darted a glance at her from under his eyelashes.
Storm
"Did you sleep well?"
Storm dared to look back at Sabre, and she inched closer again. She was nearly a metre away. She silently praised herself for not running away.
Logan and Nyx
Logan got up out of his bed, stretching out some of the early morning kinks before padding down to the kitchen for some breakfast. He heard a woman's laughter and singing accompanied by music from the radio and he leaned on the door frame for a moment. That Nightcrawler guy was dancing with Nyx. Cute. He stayed there and watched them for a few moments.
~*~*~*~
Nyx was quite aware that Logan was watching them. She'd smelt him coming up the corridor; the guy just screamed alpha male. She just loved that. Made her all purry. She threw her head back, and broke away from Kurt who sank down into a chair thankfully. She rolled her hips and dnaced over to Logan, grabbing hold of his hands and drawing him into the room.
"Yeah, this song is dedicated-"
"This is Good Charlotte-"
"To every kid who ever got picked last for gym class."
"This is for you."
"To every kid who never had a date to no school dance."
"Yeah, this is for you."
"To everyone that's ever been called a freak."
"Y'all know what I'm saying."
"This is for you! Hear it, here we goooo! Yeah, uh, what. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Ooohhhh. Ooohhh. Like the time in school when we got free lunch and the cool kids beat us up." Nyx started singing along, dancing against Logan who was regarding her as if she'd lost her mind.
"And the rich kids had convertibles, and we had to ride the bus ^55! ^. LIke the time we made the baseball team, but they still laughed at us ^You still suck!^. Like the time that girl broke up with me, beacuse I wasn't cool enough. Trick! Thiiiings, thiiinnggss. Here we go! The little things, little things they always hang around! The little things, the little things they're trying to break me down! The little things, little things they just won't go away!" Nyx just grinned up at Logan as Kurt very quietly made an exit. Sheslid her hands around his waist and he sucked in a breath.
Damn, but she moved fast, Logan thought almost admiringly.
Sabre
"Well enough. But that dragon snores, did ye know that?" Sabre wasn't bothered by her figuring out that he had actually slept in the girls room, instead of the room he'd been put in. He stretched languidly. "Actually reminds me of how me and Nyx shared gaurd duty back in the former Sunnyhell, and then in Smallville." He grinned. "Teenagers, they're all the same the world over."
Theresa
Theresa walked up to the cat, glaring, but with a glint in her eye.
"If I'm not mistaken, somebody decided to share me piullow last night. Well, if ye're goine to do that, ye must at least play me sokmething I can dance to. It's not a fiddle, but ye can still play a celtic tune."
Sabre
Sabre grinned and glanced over at Storm. "Ah well, lovely, ye make such a nice pillowmate." He held himself ready to run if she decided to hit him. Either of them. He ran his fingers over the strings, and then started to sing in Gaelic about how great it was to get drunk with your friends, and a sweet girl beside you. Hey, a lot of Irish songs ended up being about things like that.
Theresa
Theresa relished as she began to step-dance to the music. Hearing the celtic tune, the Wisps came running down and began to frolic around Sabre. Grabbing Kitty's hands, Theresa tried to teach the girl a few steps, but is didn't seem to be working. Finally, the song ended, and Thereesa plopped down at Sabre's feet, waiting for the next tune.
Sabre
Sabre decided to sing something a bit more serious, so he started in on the ballad of Llew, the champion with the swift sure hand. When he'd finished, letting the last notes trickle away into the atmosphere, and sighed before putting his guitar down on the ground. "Gonna snow tonight. I think." He rubbed his wrist absently. "Could be wrong."
Theresa?
"Probably. Welcome to New York in February. It's blizzard season. Chicago got a lot of snow, too. I swear, if I ever move anywhere else, it's gonna be warm. Like, maybe, Australia?"
Sabre
"Jamaica. God, I love Jamaica," Sabre sighed. "Sunny warm beaches, that water, the lovely, lovely women and, you know, generally nice place. Very laid back." Sabre dug through his pocket and retrieved what looked like blue and pink striped chewing gum. He put some in his mouth and started to chew slowly. "Want some?" He offered it around. "It gives you a great mellowed out feeling." He decided not to tell *what* it actually was. He had the feeling they'd never put it in their mouths if he did. Ah, the joys of dimensional tripping...all those things people made everywhere to make reality sweeter.
Kitty and Theresa
Kitty & THeresa both took a stick, and popped it into their mouths, chewing slowly. "Oh, this is, like, really, like, good. What kind of gum is this?"
Sabre
"Magic," Sabre briefly and he closed his eyes, blissful smile spreading over his face. If he hadn't been so blissed out, he might have snickered. "I get it from a nice demon in a hell dimension. Not that it's actually that bad a place. It's the dog one, ye see, and that just appeals to my basic feline nature."
Kitty and Theresa
Kitty felt slightly euphoric, and Theresa was feeling the slame, only slightly tripped out. Leaning against Sabre's legs they sat on the ground at his feet, and let the magical high sink in. Neither of them had ever done any drugs of any kinds, so they had no idea what they were feeling.
"Dude, why do I feel so loopy?" Kitty asked.
Sabre
Sabre laughed lazily. They obviously had no idea. "S'trippy stuff. Makes you all nice and relaxed, happy...and no headache afterwards either. No paranoia, no really bad side effects, but I always seem to be starving afterwards. When I said magic, I didn't mean magick with a k, lovely."
Nyx and Logan
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen...
Nyx danced against Logan, hands around his neck and more or less convincing him to take part by refusing to take no for an answer. A very feminine and feline trait, that. She was facing the door, so she saw Jean first. The shock emenating from the woman convinced Nyx to put on a show. Wicked grin curving her lips, she licked up the side of Logan's neck. "Hiya chickie. Take a picture, it'll last longer," Nyx said cheekily. Logan's head turned and his eys bugged out in shock.
"Jean!"
"Aw, so this is my rival? Damn, I thought I was gonna havta break a sweat to nudge her out. This shouldn't be too hard." Nyx let go of Logan and rolled her shoulders, cracking her back.
"Morning, Logan," Jean said slowly.
"I don't think you were up last night when we arrived, me and my bro. I'm Nyx." Nyx grinned, then she glared at Jean. "Stay outta my head, woman. I'm not human, in case you couldn't tell. Even Xavvy kept out, and you're not a lick on the old guy." Nyx giggled suddenly. "Man, but you are rude. I said stay out, sweetie." Jean whitened as Nyx pushed back, stepping backwards into the hall. "Byebye, chickie, go and make out with the prat."
"The prat?" Logan asked, shocked by what Nyx was doing yet interested.
"Scott. Apparently Sabre ran into him online when he hacked in. Bye. Don't sneak peek into people's minds, especially when they don't ask you too. Now, I don't know about you, sexy thang, but I'm starving." Nyx started to make herself some breakfast as Logan gaped at her.