Fiona and Griff had made their way back up the stairs in a reasonably happy mood. Both of them were a little darker for their time in the sun and on the sand, and Fiona had a bag full of all the things she'd gotten for friends and family alike. The largest item was probably the instrument she'd gotten for Eliot: she didn't know what it was or how ( Read more... )

Fiona smiled as she opened the door to her room and smiled even more as her visitor made his way in after her. Tonight was a good night, would be a wonderful night, no matter what else was going on outside of the hotel room.

[for one to be linked in soon]

As Fiona walked into her room and tossed her bag unceremoniously on the bed, she had to admit the truth to herself: she'd chickened out. Again.

It'd all seemed so simple, so easy as she was sitting at her desk on Tuesday. Go. Go out. Go out, go to Dite, go to Dinah, go to Max, go to Leto, go to anyoneGo to Griff ( Read more... )

Fiona was something of a deep sleeper. She always had been; it was one of those delightful constants that hadn't been changed by everything during her last birthday, or what had come after. Perhaps it took her longer to drop off to sleep with such worries wandering through her head, but once she was there, she was outOut, naked, and curled up ( Read more... )

Fiona might have been told not to act the hostess with Griff coming over, even if it was just down the hall, but that didn't mean that his words could reverse the way she'd been raised. Cee had taught her well and Gr--Mother had made sure they knew what was appropriate for hosting, so while she didn't have any food out, the room itself was spic ( Read more... )

She was there to practice the karate she'd learned, but much to her own chagrin, her mind turned from the lessons to the teacher ( Read more... )

There was Fight Club to go to of course, and homework to do, and research to work on, and something she wanted to check so she could use it on Eliot, but there was also the mythology text. Door and window both open so she could enjoy the breeze through the room, she picked up another text, a different one than the one she'd started. One that, ( Read more... )

Fiona didn't have a cellphone yet ( though that wouldn't be for long) so that meant she had to slip back to her room to use her phone. With today being so much nicer than yesterday, she was expecting a pleasant enough conversation with her brother on the phone.

She wasn't expecting ( two voicemail messages. )

It took Fiona some time after Fight Club to find what she thought was the perfect spot. It was relatively secluded because of where it was, but the area was open enough that it would be terribly difficult for anyone to approach without being noticed. Fiona personally intended to watch for threads if and when Griff finally arrived just to make ( Read more... )