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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 3:28 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2014 3:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 4:32 am
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Tugging on the left boot of her pair of knit grey Uggs, the youngest-- as of now, anyway-- girl-child awkwardly hopped her way down the staircase, doing an odd sort of skip as she wrestled with the footwear, one leg flailing as the other diligently made their way down the staircase, the blonde's hand clinging to the railing like death. Buttoning in her thumb by accident, Bee swore, halting her progress down the stairs to let loose a string of not-very-nice words at the shoe. "Ouch! You little arsenut of a boot-- augh!" With an annoyed huff, Bee made her way down, angrily jamming her foot into the shoe as she reached the last step, pulling the unintentional fold in the material up. "Stupid shoe."
Hoisting up her backpack, Bee hopped the last step, booted feet landing with a muffled thud on the wooden floor. Looking both ways in the hallway and finding them empty, she crossed over the short path, hastily running into the dining room, looking covertly around for any other people.
Good.
Okay. It was all empty.
Sneaking an apple off the table, the blonde dug for a while in the pantry, coming up with a loot of two candy bars and a large bag of chips. Pausing, a thought entered her head. . . . They're probably Cher's. Or Axe's. Or Adrian's. Shrugging it off, Bee shoved them into her bag, mindful of the wallet inside, and placed it back on her back. Rushing towards the door, Bee tugged it open, making as little noise as she could manage until she was safely outside. Grabbing a beanie off the rack-- she didn't check to see whose it was-- Bison turned back towards the house, taking a deep breath before shouting into the hallway. "Mumma, Puppa, I'll be going out for a while!" Not waiting for a reply and beating it, Bee rushed through the doorway, shutting it behind her. Grinning up into the sky, she skipped her way down the staircase and made her way towards Diagon Alley for a little excursion.
i t ' s l i k e t h i s y o u s e e ? - - - d i a g o n a l l e y s t r e e t s ✖ a l o n e ✖i f o r g o t . . !✖ n e u t r a l ✖s i n g l e ✖o o c : I DIDN'T KNOW WHO TO QUOTE SO I QUOTED YOU BOTH Q3Q✖
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 12:18 pm
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Adrian rolled out of bed when he heard the characteristic bump of Bee hopping down the stairs. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, and ran them through his hair as he made his way down the stairs shirtless. A pair sweat pants was all that he slept in, even in the middle of winter. His hair stuck up at random points and as he reached the bottom of the stairs he heard Bee shout that she was going out and then the door slammer. "Oi! Little 8 year old girl thinkin' she can jus' go off withou' me!" He sighed and hurried back up the stairs to shuffle jeans, a t-shirt, sweatshirt, and combat boots on.
He was just on his way back down the stairs, grabbing his wand from the dining room table. Sitting on the table was his wallet, car keys, and gloves. He grabbed all those as well before heading towards the door. As he reached for the peg where he had left his last night, he found nothing but air. "An' she took my hat too.... " He rolled his eyes, and rubbed his still messy hair, but the smile on his face showed just how fond he really was of his little sister. He sighed and grabbed another beanie from the pegs before heading out into the cold. He knew where she'd be. Diagon Alley. She loved the place.
i t ' s l i k e t h i s y o u s e e ? - - - d i a g o n a l l e y s t r e e t s ✖ a l o n e ✖ C O Z Y W I N T E R ✖ n e u t r a l ✖ s i n g l e ✖
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 8:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:48 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:50 pm
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The music was buzzing and flashing lights of red, blue, green, and yellow danced off a disco globe. A few familiar but nameless faces from Hogwarts have already gathered about the room; some lounging on couches while others were in the kitchen. The dining room table boasts an assortment of snacks: pizza, cauldron cakes, Bertie Botts beans, pumpkin pasties, sugar quills and pepper imps. Dozens of bottles are clustered together as well: butterbeer, fire whiskey, soft drinks, wine coolers, and beers; then of course the actual liquor: vodka, rum, whiskey, and tequila.
A bubble machine had flooded the room with multi-colored bubbles and a few random games and prank toys had been scattered throughout the living and dining room, including half a dozen headless hats; a reusable hangman; several Weasley's Wondous Wands; a wizard's chess board on the coffee table; a deck of exploding snap cards on the kitchen counter; and zipping overhead in the kitchen was a red and blue aviatomobile.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 10:51 pm
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”Hah! Looks like you owe me twenty quid,” Axel said, a haughty smile puckered his lips as his chest swelled with pride. It was all Camila could do not to roll her eyes and drudge up a groan, but this was a bet she didn't mind having to lose. The step-siblings had, against seemingly all odds, convinced their parental figures to get out of the bloody house for a few nights with the loving trust that their children would behave themselves. Ha! As soon as they were out the door, Axel and Camila hunted down their older, adoptive siblings, Cher and Adrian, and entrusted them with the weeks worth allowance to buy enough snacks and booze to feed an army; and they did. ”Nu-uh,” Camila wagged her finger, ”Not until after we've gotten away with this—mum and da' could come home any minute.”
”Pfft, yeah, only with your rotten luck,” Axel hid his smile behind his bottle of fire whiskey he'd been nursing for the past twenty minutes, trying not to choke. It had a horrid taste, but he was convinced it'd make him 'wicked cool;' Camila was quick to disagree, not that it mattered anyway. So she had settled on a simple mixed drink; rum and coke. ”Don't be a wanker, Axe,” she said, clicking her tongue in that agitated way when she's annoyed.
”Bloody hell, Cam, it's a party—have fun,” he hadn't meant to sound so derisive, but really, it was just like her to whinge and complain at everyone else's expense. At the moment, the step-siblings parted ways, Axel to covertly dump his fire whiskey in the kitchen hibiscus flowering pot to replace it with a pint of ale before drumming up a conversation; while Camila angled herself on the edge of a rotating bar stool overlooking the dining room, as every once in a while, she popped a brightly colored bubble that floated by while making small talk with a few of her random housemates.
Axel is chilling in the Kitchenxxxxxxxx‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾________________________________________Camila is sitting in the Dining Room xxxxx
[OOC: Time to get this party started!]_______ |
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:38 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 12:58 pm
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We can fight our desires...
But when we start making fires;
We get ever so hot,
Whether we like it or not!
They say we can love who we trust,
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotion...
What are feelings without emotions?
M O R V E N
G R A I N N E
V A S S
SLYTHERIN │ SEVENTH YEAR │ BLOOD TRAITOR
Morven was almost disappointed she was legally an adult now. Technically, she could drink and party as much as she wanted, and not face any repercussions from it. But on the other hand, her sisters still thought she was about fourteen, and treated her like it. Morven was learning to brew her own wolfsbane now, reluctantly, and she would have liked to argue that if she could be trusted to not go around biting people, she could be trusted around at a house party. But she hadn't been about to get into that debate with Newlyn or, kill her now, Elsie, or even worse, just hand her the f***ing knife, Dave, who she still had the bad luck of having to live with. If she could sneak out of a manor at age ten, she was pretty sure she could escape from under her idiot sister and her idiot sister's boyfriend's watch at age seventeen. Unfortunately, Elsie and Rat Face had decided to spend the evening in. Watching a movie together. Like- she didn't even know what like, but she'd personally wanted to set the television on fire.
Morven wasn't about to get needlessly complicated with things; she simply locked her bedroom door, dragged a chair under the knob for good measure, and simply climbed out her window onto the ground below. That was the plus side of residing in a small cottage in Tinworth. Ground floor windows. She closed the window behind her until there was just enough space that she'd be able to wedge her fingers under and yank it back up when she returned, and ran straight for the beach, where once out of the sight of the cottage, apparated into a cramped alleyway between two buildings on the street the party was taking place at. And she'd made good time, too. She assessed her appearance in the mirror of a car parked on the road, tugging at her lacy crop top a bit, before smoothing down her skirt. Her heels were killing her, but she was adoring of the fact that they raised her height to nearly 5'9", and as for the rest of her, well, she was positive that she looked good, even if some b***h like Cathy League decided to insinuate that she looked like a whore.
Her expectations for this party were null, not because she doubted in Camila and her stepbrother's ability to throw a good one, but because she had literally nothing to compare it to. This was the only party she had ever been invited to, and the last time she'd gotten her hands on any alcohol had been over the holidays when Rat Face left his whiskey out because he'd been properly pissed, and she'd helped herself a to little. Okay, a lot. But he'd been drunker and the 'adult' in the situation, and had been able to smile through her hangover the next morning with the cheerful knowledge that she was getting a lot of blackmail material out of this. Maybe Seymour was rubbing off on her. Anyways, she hadn't grown up with anything depicting parties as much of anything, because the only source of media she'd grown up around were books. Old books, at that. Still, she knew how many shots of whiskey got her to the point where she was stumbling around tittering like a bird, and resolved to avoid that point if at all possible. She wasn't stupid; Morven had enough common sense to know to watch her intake, at the very least. She did have to apparate back home. She didn't want to leave a limb behind.
The Slytherin shoved her way through the small crowd that was already forming in the Roach-Rojas household, and prayed someone turned the music down at some point; if it was loud for everyone else, with her heightened senses it was making her ears ring. The lights, as well, were distracting; her eyes wanted to dart this way and that to follow the colors, but she resisted and snatched up a drink, sipping at it determinedly. It was sour to the point of making her grimace- lemon lime flavored or something like that, and she wondered if this meant she'd stay sober longer. With the music, she wasn't sure if that was necessarily a good thing. Nearly everyone she saw she at least recognized, which was both reassuring and irritating. A familiar flash caught the corner of her eye, and she immediately knew what it was. Only Seymour would bring not just his camera but his whole bag to a party.
She reached him and Camila just in time to hear 'impregnating', 'Morven', and 'triplets'. The nightmarish images this conjured up were bad enough, and she announced her presence by aiming a swat at the back of Seymour's head. Better to do it now while her aim was still good, right? "How do you know said spawn are yours? Multiples run in the Ryans family?" she questioned matter of factly, taking another sip of her drink, before greeting Camila with a "Bubble machine?" as bluntly as ever. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus on anything but the ringing in her ears. Okay. She was okay. She opened them again and concentrated on the sourness of the drink and the way a bubble had just landed on her knee before popping.
I'm going in for the kill...
I'm doing it for a thrill...
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand,
And not let go of my hand.
I had my hopes out on the line;
Well, they'll be ready for you in time.
If you leave them out too long,
They'll be withered by the sun. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 2:54 pm
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 Location: Roach-Rojas Family Home
Mira when she had gotten invited to a party at Camila's place she was honestly shocked. Why? She honestly didn't believe that she deserved an invite. Truthfully the Slytherin hadn't been sociable aside from Quidditch. She guessed since she knew Camila and talked to her on several occasions that perhaps that's why she was invited in the first place. Either way she was going and no one was going to stop her. Then again who was there to try? Her younger sister? Her father certainly wasn't he was working which meant Grace had the house to herself and Mira had free range to disappear. Plus her father never questioned her on what she was doing... at least not generally. In truth Mira knew that if Leonette ever found out and god forbid David they'd probably have words. She'd never hear the end of it.
Getting all dressed up, Mira used the floo network and just like that she was there. Brushing herself off, she walking through the place she made her way over to the refreshments. Getting a drink she spotted Benjamin talking with Camila. Seeing Morven join them she decided why not be sociable. That's why she came to this thing right? Taking a sip of her drink (which happened to be a mix drink) Mira headed over with one of those rare smiles.
All the Slytherin managed to catch as she came over was something about demon spawn and OWLs, which she assumed weren't the living kind. "What's this about demon spawn and Benjamin failing his OWLs?" she questioned brightly. "I do hope the two aren't related." Mira added looking to Camila and Morven at the mention of the bubble machine. "Do you have something against bubbles, Morven?" The Slytherin asked popping a bubble for emphasis. Secretly she kind of liked the bubbles, they added to the atmosphere.
Status: Sweet a Party! Time to have some much needed fun!
With: Party People... Camila, Benjamin & Morven
Wearing: Casual Party Attire
OOC: ---
Spice the Rat
Anger and resentment,
A dark path you tread,
I would be careful, young one,
But, I know where you belong...
Slytherin!
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 5:01 pm
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