Saint Joseph School

The coming Saturday meant so much to the students of St. Joseph's School that Arkady felt he barely had time to register the ocassional "Hey" or "How was class?" Even in the hours of the looming evening, the sun had set, but preparing Prom goers frantically took care of last minute arrangements, made sure dates were set in concrete to prevent last minute cancellations, and all the other thousands of things it seemed just had to be done for the world to revolve that one night.

Arkady's eyes seemed to glow abit in the setting sun, his tinted glasses only making the effect more iridescent. And in his dark corner of the library, near his favorite window, all the bodies flourishing about were observed, and he was not. His eyes drifted to the textbook laid flat in his lap, but far from any words on the pages. Saturday night was hectic for him as well, so many things to prepare and plan, but all in secret. He didn't blame the school for planning one of it's biggest events the night of the anniversary of his father's death. Arkady wouldn't be in Founder's Falls that night, but in the small plot, hidden away in the quieter parts of Perez Park.

Were that the only thing, planning would be unnecessary, but it just so happened that now, after some 13 years of disconnection and anxiety, his successful bureaucrat of a mother would fly in on Friday, to meet her son for the first time since he had been taken to America at the age of 4, by a father who's only goal was to save his sick son, and away from a mother so tied in her work, she forgot her family.

His pen flew across the post-it note on one page, opposite his father's photograph stashed in the other, another question for his mother making it's way into his mind. In every way he was as anxious and reliant on Saturday for the world to revolve once again the coming week, and he was beginning to have problems hiding any of those emotions which everyone else seemed to flaunt to show their degree of dedication to the sun rising happily on Sunday morning.

Sometimes when I'm alone and it's quiet I can finally gain a moment of inner peace. However I'm beginning to see a growing darkness looming on my mind as of late. Things are shifting and that little feeling on the back of my neck tells me that one day the norms of this place, my home, will change drastically. Where once, I was fearless I am now beginning to worry. Where once I was full of hope, I am now in despair. My life has again grown complicated as time passes. My life has changed once again and I stand at a crossroad. Before me I see the life I was meant to lead and the life I want to lead. My decision will affect me and those around me drastically and once again I fear the growing darkness that stains the horizon of my future. A sticky miasma that will not lift itself to show me what truly lies at the heart of my destiny.

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Summer stopped taking on her laptop and looked out the window of the boat. She'd left late last night and the port of Sharkhead Island was coming into view. It'd been a long night. She could barely sleep again, this time not thanks to the fact that she was thinking of love once more, nor the fact that she'd miss that dance which might've improved her mood a little. Her little memoir was all that described the reason she'd stayed up. The growing darkness she'd felt put a chill in her soul that nothing could warm. The boat taking her to the isles wasn't Arachnos run which saved time however, they did think her familiar but quickly dismissed it.

She was here on business of the most dire and terrible sort. Summer was here on family business. Ever since she'd started talking more about it and thinking more on the subject, she was wondering more and more over some of the glaring issues. Who was her real mother? Her father had said she was a test tube baby. She didn't believe that, truth or fiction. Her first place to start checking was her dear Father, the notorious Dr. Aeon.

The boat docked at the Harbor. Captain and crew rushed to tie the lines and secure them. Summer rose to the deck and watched them work. The plank was thrown out onto the dirt and filth ridden pier and the ever present smell of decay lingered in the air. Summer remembered it well. She stepped off the boat to solid land and look out across the sea toward the large and deadly looking pillars of Grandville. Summer swiftly moved through the people and towards the first ship bound for the capital of these wretched isles.

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OOC: This is an open topic and it's over the past coming back so I figured I'd put Summer in this matter as she has her own thing to handle as well.

btw, nice one Arkady, liked the whole thing.