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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 9, 2007 17:13:55 GMT -5
Nichole dashed across the lawn, a mob of blond hair bobbing along with her as she went. She had energy, it was nice outside, so she was running around like a maniac. Wonderful use of time, eh? Nichole had been doing this for almost thirty minutes, and she was currently gasping for air. As she neared the Whomping Willow, she fell over on the ground very over-dramatically, and lay there very still as though she were dead.
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Post by Gerardoooo Way on Jan 9, 2007 17:21:25 GMT -5
Gerard walked across the grounds, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black Iron Maiden hoodie. He was pissed off because a stupid third year thought they could get away with looking at porn on Gee's computer. Long story short, the f**king websites had f**ked up Gee's comp. He was furious. When he reached the Whomping Willow and saw Nichole lying on the ground as if she were dead, he cracked a smile before playfully kicking her in her head. [/color] |
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 9, 2007 17:25:09 GMT -5
Nichole rolled over when she felt herself being prodded in the back of the head. A soft giggle escaped her lips when she saw Gerard, but the smile was wiped off her face immediately and replaced with a very serious expression. "Haven't you ever heard of respect for the dead?" Nichole asked him somewhat playfully, scolding him jokingly.
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Post by Gerardoooo Way on Jan 9, 2007 17:39:56 GMT -5
"Umm...no." he said, removing his hands from his hoodie pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. He was still extremely perturbed at the lame third year that had looked at naughty websites on his computer, but Nichole somewhat cheered Gerard up. But, who couldn't help but be amused when they were around Nichole? She was funny looking, after all. [/color] |
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 9, 2007 17:48:59 GMT -5
Nichole paused for a moment, not sure what to say - she hadn't been expecting him to say that. I mean, honestly, who hadn't heard of respect for the dead? "Well...google it...or something." Nichole suggested awkwardly. Nichole watched him for a moment, before her eyes flickered to the ground. "So what brings you here?" Nichole asked him curiously, attempting to strike up a conversation.
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Post by Gerardoooo Way on Jan 13, 2007 20:27:22 GMT -5
"I believe that google is evil and no one should use it. It is a website run by Charles Manson and his faithful hippie-ish servants." he said, rolling his eyes impatiently.
"I'll rip your baby out of your stomach and f**k it." he said, quoting one of his favorite movies.
"I just told you...I'm here to rip your baby out of your stomach and f**k it." [/color] |
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Post by ashley on Jan 13, 2007 21:02:26 GMT -5
Ashley Rand stood well out of reach of the Whomping Willow, his minimal safe distance as he had so dubbed it (like within the last five seconds or so). He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tight blue shirt with a vertically multicolored retro dress shirt over top (You know the kind you see on old television shows from the seventies, except minus that horrible wide collar but with the long cuffs?) and a pair of black converse to set it all off. Sure Ashley's look was more muggle than most of the others in Slytherin house wanted to ever see, but guess what....he didn't really give a crap. No, at the moment, his short attention span was focused on one particular.....well....I would say person but 'something' just works so much better. Gerard was something that Ashley had yet to classify....or even begin to figure out, a freak of the week if you will.
"Oh...that's nice," he said as he just happened to hear Gerard's last statement, "And they say I don't have any class," he muttered to himself as he crossed his arms, giving a sarcastic smart ass grin. "Where's Natalie Bane when you need her?," he found himself asking, for deep down in that messy brain of his he knew just how much fun that meeting of worlds would go.
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Post by Robin Rath on Jan 13, 2007 21:33:27 GMT -5
And if the party couldn't get more exciting, why not toss in a child of the night? Robin had always had a peculiar way of being able to get extraordinarily close to the Whomping Willow - don't ask how, don't ask why, no one knows ( not even she ) - and she was expressing just how heart-stoppingly close she could get. Quite frankly, if her heart wasn't stopped already, it probably would be now. So she sat, doused in dark plum and black, upon a knobby bough high in the air. She half-wondered why no one had noticed her yet, but at the same time it could be expected - she was about 30 or 40 feet above eye level.
The vampiress licked her lips idly, sky-colored eyes trained on the heavens, which seemed to be clouding over. Excellent. She adored the rain. A smile came across her pale, pinkish lips, lighting up her dreadfully pale face, the pool of sun-colored hair that she had captured at birth cascading down her back, just below her shoulderblades, stick straight and blowing in the height-induced breeze, she taking a deep breath she didn't need. She kicked her feet childishly, small, close-fitting sneakers covering her feet. Her Chinese-style blouse with short sleeves was a deep purple color - visibly silky - her black jean cut-offs exposing her legs from the knee down.
If you had met her before the disappearance, you wouldn't believe this was the same Robin Rath - though that is definitely arguable. Sure, it's the same body, same eyes, same hair, but her perspective, morals, personality, and fashion sense were almost - if not - totally different. Back then, she wore strictly long, drab grey dresses with full sleeves and a black apron, her bright hair always tied up in odd pigtails, sky-colored eyes cast to the floor submissively. Now she kept her head high, always smiling - or smirking, or grinning - and allowing her legs and arms to actually show. She still kept her neck relatively covered - today she wore a black leather collar with a little metal cat's head dangling from it - but she wasn't afraid of life anymore. How funny - it took her about 100 years of undeath to figure out it was nice to live.[/size]
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Post by Natalie Bane on Jan 13, 2007 21:41:57 GMT -5
Ask for the Devil and you shall have him her....
Natalie Bane did indeed walk into this situation, good thing for 'Gee' Way.. (Like gee, what is he trying to pull off, bad ass or pus*y |I say the latter|) she didn't walk up in time to hear his last lame ass comment. But did she really need it? He was a walking catastrophe. Also it's a good thing that he didn't say anything (she didn't hear) about his computer because everyone knows that electronic devices cannot function at Hogwarts - or at least she sadly thought he was intelligent enough to know this. Lord knows what he was really doing in his room.. with his roommate or what not.
Now granted that he wasn't Slytherin or Gryffindor or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.. that didn't make him special, or did it? I mean if you can't make it in Hufflepuff then you are a disgrace to all wizards. Let's see.. Slytherins are sly and cunning and Ravenclaws are intelligent.. Gryffindors are brave and stupid and Hufflepuffs are.. well.. the stepping stones for Slytherins to climb up to the level they want and victims for the Gryffindorks to save. What qualities did he have if he fit none of the above? He must be an idiot, a coward, naive, and.. well.. worthless.
Well.. she decided that she would just ask him (like he would know).
She stepped forward, not noticing Ashley at the moment but too smart to just waltz right up to the Whomping Willow like it was going to just magically stop from her sheerly willing it to. "Say.." oh yeah, she had no clue what this losers name was.. nor did she care so.. lets take it in a different direction, "I couldn't place my finger on what characteristics you would have if you can't even make it in the Hufflepuff house. Could you indulge me exactly what freakishly horrible things someone would have to suffer to fall so short of such little expectations?" She realized that she hadn't been very clear in who she was talking too and to think 'he' could put two and two together was really overestimating him.
She gave a fake smile, a slight shrug of one shoulder and an almost half shake of her head, "I was talking to the one with the most make-up." Yeah, there goes that fake smile again and she arched her eyebrow, watching them.
Natalie of course was dressed in a casual gown for the evening, a simple black dress (at least simple for her kind - those that had money and class) that fit comfortable against her slender body. Her shoes were flats - seeing as how she is much brighter than most that attend here - and her hair was pulled back with only loose ringlets framing her face and tickling her shoulders. She did have make up on, however she was very far from being painted up like a harlot. She believed in highlighting but not coating the face like so many girls seemed to do these days. The white queen of Slytherin looked so comfortable as she stood her ground, half way waiting for an answer and already knowing he would have none.
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 19:31:22 GMT -5
Nichole gave a short roll of her eyes at Gerard's reply, somewhat annoyed. "Whatever," Nichole said shortly, clearly irritated with his immaturity - and when Nichole thought something was immature, that was saying something. Nichole's eyes lingered on the boy with the mental capacity of a four-year-old, before gliding over the grounds. Indeed, a few had joined them. Some boy was only a few feet away, and Nichole supposed he had heard some of their conversation...well, that would make sense, considering commented on it. Nichole glanced at him a moment longer, before continuing there search.
Robin could be seen clearly from where Nichole is, which made Nichole wonder how she had ever missed her in the first place. Nichole perked a brow at her friend, wondering what in the world she was up to. Perhaps she was attempting to climb the violent tree...? Or maybe just pressing her luck and seeing how close she could get to it. Nichole had tried to climb the tree only once before, and it was one of the strangest events that Nichole had ever experienced...sort of painful as well.
Nichole's attention snapped back to the where she was when the girl began speaking, Nichole snickered softly to herself. Well, Gerard was going to get hammered for what he had said, now wasn't he? Nichole didn't say anything, considering the question hadn't been addressed to her. Nichole had known even before Natalie had referred to Gerard as 'the one with the most make-up'. Nichole watched the slowly forming group with interest, watching Gerard curiously to see how he would respond.
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Post by Hunter Falador on Jan 14, 2007 19:40:14 GMT -5
Hunter wandered into the Whomping Willow area. He was a first year, so much of the dreaded and dark land confused him a lot. He heard voices off into the distance. He casually walked around, his hands tucked tightly into his back pockets, and grinned.
"Skunk."
Or some dead animal. He crinkled his nose and wrapped his cotton AFI // HIM jacket around his finicky and twitchy shoulders. He blew his hair out of his face. I swear he has tourettes.
"Bleh."
He flicked a dead fly out of his mouth. Frickin' flies. He wore his tight denim pants and his white and blue checkered van slip ons. He had on his FFTL tee and wore a thin line of eyeliner. His pale pink lips look frosted against his paler skintone.
"Burr bee-otch. Burr." |
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Post by Amelia Strom on Jan 14, 2007 19:57:05 GMT -5
Amelia wandered outside, cringing some as a few blazing rays blinded her momentarily. Stupid sun. It wasn't that important, anyways. Amelia pulled her hood up over her head to attempt to protect herself from cancer. Amelia didn't understand all these girls that were trying to get the darkest tans possible. First off, she thought it looked stupid, these people looked like pumpkins. And second off, they were all multiplying their risk and their possible children's risk of getting skin cancer, the selfish fiends. Amelia sighed in a bit of an irritated way, wondering why she thought of these sorts of things.
Amelia wore black denim jeans that were fit tightly, a bloodstone shirt that had some sarcastic phrase printed in bold letters, and a halfway unzipped hoodie. Amelia slipped her fragile hands into the pockets of her hoodie, shivering some. As always, the girl had a thick layer of noir liner around her stormy eyes and she wore clear gloss on her pale pink lips.
Not paying much attention to where she had been going, Amelia's stormy orbs scanned the area briefly, taking in all of her surroundings. The Whomping Willow was in the distance, and a small group stood a few yards away from her with a few people lingering around them. Not seeing anything better to do, Amelia made her way over to the group. She stopped at the group, standing behind a boy with shaggy black hair. She took in the edge of the conversation, wondering what they seemed to be bickering about. The girl stayed mute, glancing from one person to another. |
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Post by Robin Rath on Jan 14, 2007 20:46:54 GMT -5
Robin looked down again, picking up the conversation below her easily. Oh, poor Gee! This girl - had Robin seen her before - definitely seemed to be in the patronizing mood. Robin swallowed, frowning some to herself. She understand why people just had to be so mean - one might suppose if another decides to wear make up and not cut his hair, that's the other's choice, no need for one to make fun of them for it. That's how many problems began, alienating another person for their beliefs. Robin took a breath, picking up a familiar scent.
The vampiress let her sky-colored gaze upon miss Amelia - after their little 'incident', Robin had seen her most ever, though one might suppose it's only natural, they're in the same house for goodness sake. She soon caught Nichole's inquisitory gaze, a playful grin spreading over Robin's beautifully pale face. She rose a hand in greeting, deciding she'd get down to go see Nichole. She slid down the powerful, knobby bough, careful not to let her silk shirt catch on the tree bark, though it was quite smoothed over from battering objects, shrubbery, and people sensely on a daily basis.
Soon Robin was low enough to jump and so she did, sitting on her heels for a moment, quickly regaining balance and standing straight. She walked over to Nichole, smiling brightly, giving her another bit of a wave. "Hello, hello," she said easily, leaving Gee and the queen of everything alone and centering her blue attentions on Miss Sarin. "How've you been, huh?" It was amazing Robin didn't feel the least bit awkward in her shorts and short-sleeved shirt.[/size]
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Post by Nichole Sarin on Jan 14, 2007 21:50:06 GMT -5
Nichole watched the mute Gerard, biting her lip some. She felt bad since everyone was ganging up on him. This was a bit bizarre from Nichole's point of view, because Nichole couldn't recall Gerard really getting into fights with people, unless they were insane or evil or something of the sort. Nichole moved next to Gerard, suddenly noticing a girl behind him. Nichole glanced over the girl. Nichole didn't know her, but she had a feeling it was that girl Strangest had spoke of. Speaking of him, where was the boy? Nichole scanned the grounds briefly, quickly finding the boy plopping along not so far from them. Nichole grinned a bit, waving to him.
Then Nichole turned her attention back to Robin, returning the wave. Nichole wished they would all come over to the small group she was currently in, so she would stop looking around like a moron for the two of them. And strangely enough, after thinking that very thought, Robin began making her way toward Nichole. Nichole watched with eager eyes as she slipped from her perch, wondering why the tree stayed so still. Perhaps Robin had used some sort of vampire charm on it, because Nichole had tried everything in the book, and nothing worked.
Once Robin had joined their small gathering, Nichole shifted somewhat to make space for her. "Hi," Nichole greeted the girl, offering her a small smile and returning the wave once more. Nichole turned toward Robin, blocking out the others. "Good, this school is as weird as ever. What about you?" said Nichole.
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Post by Robin Rath on Jan 14, 2007 22:04:23 GMT -5
"Fine fine," Robin said happily, wanting to steal a glance at Amelia, though she refrained. "The people around here are actually rather tasty," she said with a wild grin, something crazy flashing through her bright eyes, sunny hair spilling over her shoulder, complementing the deep purple of her silky shirt, framing her pale face. "I was actually thinking about dying a portion of my hair," she said thoughtfully, standing inbetween Gee and Nichole easily, feeling as though she might have just enetered herself in a stand off -- ten paces, turn, shoot.
She let out a breath, tension beginning to constrict her chest. She didn't really like all the negativity - call her a flower child if you must ( she looks enough like one ) but Robin believed negativity upset the balance of things in life and nature. She chewed on her lip, studying Nichole's face for a few moment. "What do you think? Maybe a chunk of plum-ee purple?" Robin gathered a half-handful of hair, looking at the blonde strands critically. "I've always like purple.."[/size]
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