New Years In Trainers!

[Cyril Kingsley]

"New Years. Happy New Years. New Years in my Trainers." Cyril sang out loud as he headed back for his dorm room after some heavy drinking down at the bar. It would have been crazy if he had not drank anything on New Year’s and while he didn't have anyone to spend it with here in the states, he had called some of his buddies up back in the UK and they had a good time over the fun. He lost count of how much he had to drink and how much clothing he lost in his little gambling game with a few drunks at the bar. It was all in good fun and man did he have fun. He even hung out at the bar to do the whole ball drop count down thing.

It had taken a bit longer then he had hoped, but the directionally challenged gravity manipulator made it back to the school in one piece. "I'm freezing my arse off out here!" Cyril yelled; shiver a little before taking another swig of the bottle he took to go. Took as in he paid for it but snuck off with it and pretty much snuck off in general to get back to his room. At least he was smart enough to know he should not drive in his current condition. The drink helped him feel a little bit warmer, but he didn't understand why he was so cold.

It took a moment for him to recall the he was currently just in his boxers and his sneakers at the moment, since he lost the rest. Well, he still had his phone and wallet which was in his other hand as he sort of jump skipped into the dorm to go for his room. The only problem was, once inside he was pretty sure he was not in the right dorm. All the dorms did look the same but he was pretty sure due to what was hanging up on the walls and what was in the general area he had not just walked into the staff dorm.

"Uh-oh." Cyril said once it dawned on him, but he was already a good distance away from the door. Now he just hoped he could sneak his way out of the student dorms without any student or staff coming across him in his...current state.

[Farah Malikah]

To think that she was able to catch the last fight to Kallispell and land on New Years Day, was something more of a miracle. Farah wasn't exactly sure how soon she'd be able to arrive at the Academy for her new job but she was lucky to catch that very last flight from the UK and was even grateful to have a cab service running tonight. Then again, the town may have been filled with busy drinkers and people drunk out of their minds. A perfect night for taxi drivers to get that well deserved income.

One of the staff members had helped her with gathering her new information, papers, ID card but insisted she come back to see them in the morning, once everyone was fully awake and lively for the day. So with that, she figured she could simply find her new room by herself and boy was she completely misguided and lost.

With her key in her hand and a rolling suitcase in the other, trailing behind her, she looked around and still could not find the number to her door. Glancing around, she had no idea if she was in the wrong wing or the right one. She continued down the hall and managed to stop short once she glanced into a dorm with the door open... and a grown man who was clearly missing clothes. Her mouth dropped slightly, "Uh..." Would now be the wrong time to ask where the staff dorms were located?

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had started to turn to leave but he quickly spotted the woman who had spotted him, and who had just let out an 'uh'. "Uh..." Cyril said back, his mind not really knowing how to react for a moment there. He had way too much to drink and while he did start to turn a little red form embarrassment, he was not actually all that embarrassed. His hands did move to cover his chest, as if he was a woman and there was something there to see. "Eeeek, close your eyes. I'm naked." Cyril said, trying to sound a little like he was a woman that had been walked in on the shower.

He could not stay serious on it at all and was already starting to chuckle as he uncovered himself as he started to walk closer to her. "I'm kidding. I'm one hundred percent male. I mean, look at this body. You could like shave butter off these things." Cyril said as he pointed to his bod before snickering a little. "Hi, hello there, little chickadee. I'm Cyril Elias Kingsley. I so called you chickadee so it would rhyme with me last name." Cyril informed her as he gave his introduction and offered out his hand.

There was a hot babe in front of him; he could careless that he was not completely decent. Well if he was sober he would care but it was new year’s. "You are new, yes? I would remember if I saw you around, chickadee." Cyril said, grinning like there was no tomorrow. He was making a guess and for the fact she had a suit case with her.

[Farah Malikah]

It would seem as if "Uh" was the only capable way of being able to communicate with the half naked man. There was no way he could possibly be a student, and she figured only a student would roam around half naked on New Years Day. Now Farah was wondering what she had gotten herself into by accepting the job offer. Blinking, she suddenly looked away when he commanded her to closer her eyes. She quickly blocked her face with her hands. "Oh God! Sorry! So sorry, I didn't mean-" But of course he had only been joking and she should have known better.

Uncovering her face, she simply blinked as she recognized the accent (of course). He was also from the UK? And now that she thought about it, hadn't she seen him somewhere? Maybe back at the old Academy? She wasn't too sure but he looked familiar. Smiling sheepishly, she glanced at his body before quickly catching herself and looking back up at his face. Clearly he was made out of photoshop, there was no other excuse for it to look so... perfect. Dear God, was she already checking someone out after just arriving? No. This had to cease. "I can see that..."

She pressed her lips together before deciding what she'd speak on first. "Chickadee is a very... interesting name, I suppose. You must be some sort of poet then, yeah?" Farah would have shook hands but the way things were currently set up, this was a very awkward situation. The last the she needed was a blast of his past... or even future. "I am. It's a pleasure, Cyril." She nodded slightly, "I'm Farah. I've been hired as a recruiter and the Office Receptionist. I graduated from the sister school in the UK a few years back. Did you go to school there as well?"

She shifted in her stance, "Uh, well I only asked because I noticed your accent and the name sounded familiar. I hope you don't mind me asking."

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril snickered as he took another sip from his drink when she had reacted the way he had wanted. So cute, how she thought that he had actually been serious about being naked. Everything that was out for her to see at the moment was what would be seen if he had been out swimming out at a pool. The difference this time was he was not wearing swimming trunks, but in fact his actual underwear; which were boxer briefs, but still. He easily picked up on her accent, and as such was moving closer to get a better look at her.

He had a lot to drink so his memory was a little bit fuzzy, but it was hard to forget a chick’s face when you went to school with them. Cyril had pretty much memorized all of the faces of the females that were in or close to his grade back when he was going to school at the mutant school in the UK. He was practically staring at her to try and remember what she said, so he did notice that her eyes did drift over his form. It was a complement really and he was happy to give a little pose for a moment. He still snickered, not being able to take himself seriously at the moment. "Poet? Me? No, no, chickadee. I'm a vet, but here specifically I work down at the stables with the horses." Cyril informed her.

He was still moving closer, obviously looking over her and not having any shame in it. She was smoking hot, and well his gentlemen side slipped away a little when he had been drinking. She introduced herself and Cyril clapped his hands together. "I knew it! You are Farah! Farah Malikah!" Cyril said when now he had a name to put with the face. Yes, he remembered her. "It's me silly lady. We went to school together. Or have you forgotten me after all these years?" Cyril asked as he was already moving to pull her in for a hug. He had already stopped hearing the rest of what she said as he tried to give her a big happy reunion hug.

[Farah Malikah]

For some odd strange reason, he felt the need to move forward and that only made her take a step or two back. Not that she didn't trust the man... Well, actually never mind; She didn't trust him. For her first day, being touched by a half naked man wasn't what she had planned. Maybe it would have been best if she just moved on and found her dorm.

Not to mention she could smell the alcohol in his breath from where she stood.

"Oh?" Of course the poet bit had been a bit of a joke but to think that he was actually staff here... acting in such a manner. She only wondered how the other staff managed to act around here. "I guess I hadn't expect you to be some sort of Stable Hand, honestly I had no real idea what you were as far as titles go." She glanced around before eyeing him, "So do staff usually go around like this during New Years? You know..." She gestured towards him, "Under dressed?"

When it finally sunk in on his end, she was still trying to figure out exactly who he was. "Yes! St. Bethany! Wow, you'd have to forgive me, it's been a while." She let go of her suitcase and hesitated before moving in to give him a hug. So far, nothing. No flashback, visions of the future... good, that's what she needed; Nothing. Pulling away, she smiled brightly as she patted his back. "Sorry, not that you smell or anything... besides the alcohol; I just never know when my powers may do what they do. Explains why I hardly do the hugs and hand shake thing."

Taking a step back, she smiled sheepishly as she gestured to him. "I see you've -- uh, kept up with your body even after football." Now that she thought about it, he had more than a few of the girls at their school going mad over him. Especially a few of her very own friends.

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril of course did catch on that she moved away from him when he had moved closer. His depth perception was pretty good, even with how intoxicated he was at the moment. He had a lot to drink, enough that the hangover was going to be really bad in the morning when he had to work. Not that he was not used to such a hangover. He was from the UK and boy did he drink a lot back home when there was a lot of things to party about and well when he just enjoyed a good few beers among friends almost every other day. It had went completely over his head that she was telling a joke, he was drunk after all and his behaviors and thinking did change a bit during that time.

"That’s okay, love. I might not be working here for long. Getting awful homesick." Cyril said as he pouted for a moment. He started at her for a moment then, followed by a lot of blinking when she asked about other staff with New Years and his current state of dress. He started to blush then, looking really bashful and shy. "Oh, no no. I was playing a game down at the bar and lost me clothing and then got confused on where my room was on the way back." Cyril admitted as he started to laugh on it for a moment there. He didn't mean to make her uncomfortable and would get dressed as soon as he got back to him room.

In fact, he should have been heading there now but he was having a nice little chat and he was pretty sure he knew this woman. He jumped up into the air when she did seem to remember who he was like he had remembered her. He gave her a super squeeze in the hug but did let her go when she pulled back. He had forgotten all about her ability at the moment, just like he forgot about his ability at the moment as well. All he could think of was how good looking he must have looked and how good looking Farah was. That and that it was a bit chilly. "Oh it’s okay, love. No worries at all. Come come, we should head to the staff dorms before I might a little one faint." Cyril said as he chuckled at the thought of it.

He was already starting to lead the way to get out of the building they were currently in so they could head to the actually staff dorms. He was even nice enough to grab her bag for her, but was carrying it under one arm instead of wheeling it like he probably should have been. Wheeling it would have likely resulted in him tripping and hurting himself so holding it was probably better. He grinned at her and gave her a wink when she brought up his body. "Thank you, I like to make sure that I'm in shape. You are most certainly as attractive if not more then you were last time I saw you." Cyril added as he walked. Well, skipped. He was so skipping, but it was a mainly skip. Kind of.

[Farah Malikah]

"Don't believe I'm feeling the same way. You know, with me just leaving home and all. Maybe a visit is in order for you then?" She only wondered how long it would take for her to have that same feeling as well; being in a completely different country, oceans apart. Hopefully she could manage herself here. Maybe even call America her home soon enough.

Nodding her head, she slightly pointed at him. "Oh right. I see you have quite the lovely set of friends. Allowing you to go back home like this on your own, naked and drunk." Withing the amount of minutes that she had to make bodily contact with Cyril, all she could do was pray that she didn't go down memory lane and luckily she didn't. Had no one informed him that personal space was a very precious thing? Especially for someone like Farah.

"Right..." She did need to find the staff dorms. He even went ahead and grabbed her suitcase. She figured it wouldn't hurt to follow along. Hopefully no other staff would spot them walking together in the current state Cyril was in. That or she hoped they were used to this kind of thing because she still needed to make a great first impression.

Slightly bowing her head as she chuckled, she then looked up. "Why thank you. I appreciate it." Even though she was pretty sure that was the alcohol talking. "Are the staff dorms pretty far? Perhaps wearing heels wasn't my best choice upon arriving."

[Cyril Kingsley]

"It will be fiiiinnnneee. Plus you are here and you are like a slice of back over there so maybe that will help." Cyril said, followed by a hiccup. He was not really worried about it at the moment. It was just something that was in the back of his mind. Even a drunk and happy Cyril could not completely escape from the homesick feeling. He had been here a long time and while he had managed to make some friend he still missed home. Plus his little sister was not here and he so desperately wanted to be by her side.

His sister had assured him that she would be fine however and he did have to allow her to get out there and spread her wings. "It was no one that worked here, just people I sort of made friends with in town." Cyril informed her as he chuckled. If they had been people that were mutants or had gone to the school, then he figured they would have helped him out. They were not, so he had to make his way back here and less layers then what he left with. He still had his wallet and that was all that mattered in the end. He needed it for his ID among other things.

Cyril normally was pretty good at giving people personal space when he was sober. He was drunk however and most of how he was got thrown out the window. He also didn't remember her power so he was not aware of what touching her could do. He just wanted to be close to someone, to snuggle a little, and laugh. That was how he got when he was drunk, along with just being like a little kid. He was not even thinking about what others would think if they saw them, but it was pretty late and the only people they could possibly run into was someone of the security staff or a student trying to sneak out.

"Just telling the truth, love." Cyril responded back to her words. He was being honest; it was hard to lie when he felt like he currently did. He was leading the way back to the dorms the whole time, humming a little. "Not far at all." Cyril informed her as he pointed to the building. All the dorms were relatively in the same area, so travel between them was easy enough. He held the door open for her after scanning his ID once they got to the entrance of the staff dorms. "Why did you come over here?" Cyril then suddenly asked.