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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:17 pm
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...  William Dante Nott the Third
A blank look filled Tay's features, gently rounded with the baby fat he had yet to shed off during his short few years of life. If Tay truly could feel anything, he'd probably feel confused as he watched the trail of blonde and emerald disappear in a flash. "Yeah? And don't you forget it." Tay called out after his cousin, but hadn't moved an inch from his leisure position against the arm chair.
It wasn't until that voice had reached his ears, a voice he had heard once, but only once. Tay turned, and inevitably, threw his skull backwards to peer upwards at his towering peer. Dante. A small laugh was hidden under his lips. "That's me, though I prefer Tay, considering there's already another Dante here," Without the pressure of Blaire, or any other students, he didn't feel the need to offer his name and title, but would rather enjoy an at least slightly normal conversation.
"In Flying Class- a student- a boy, Dragomere Anderson," Tay quickly corrected himself, blinking his eyes, as if trying to rid himself of the image. "-member of our own house decided to declare his love, for, another boy..
"The Tangium boy, in Hufflepuff," Tay added, noting that the surname was in higher esteem than the boys actual name. And with a long, serious pause, Tay rose his golden gaze to meet Dante's fiercly.
"And then they kissed." He finished, numbly, finding no desire to uphold a charade of emotions in front of his superior, no. For some reason, he felt safe enough acknowledging his lack of emotions in front of Dante.
[[[Opps, sorry, when classes became open to everyone, I just assumed that time skips between the Great Hall threads and the Classroom threads would mean it'd be okay to post in the common room.]]]]
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Location: Common room conversing with Dante
Injuries: -
Thoughts: 'Member of our own house, no less,
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:32 pm
No matter how fast I run
Dante looked over the boy for a moment before speaking again,"Pleasure to meet you Tay. It would be rather odd having two Dante's. Someone would call you and I would mistake it for someone calling me" he laughed. He continued to smile until the boy mentioned what he had seen. His face went to a flat, cold expression. For a moment he did nothing. Only minutes passed by and the smile returned but now it was more of a smirk. He looked at his friend from the side then rose from his seat and walked over to the eleven year old.
"First of all, eleven is far to young to even be thinking of such things. A relationship at that age would never last. Second...what is so wrong if two boys did like eachother?" he questioned him as he used his height to tower over and slightly intimidate the poor boy. As he himself was in such a relationship he needed to make it very clear that this boy was not to speak his disgust towards the subject in his presence. "I myself have been in a relationship with a Ravenclaw BOY for the past few years and its rather wonderful actually. If you have any sort of problem with such a thing keep it to yourself." This last sentence was said with a bit of venom and his eyes glared at him. He waited a moment after finishing and his features softened slightly. His smile returned and he nodded to him then walked gracefully back to his seat next to Charon.
I can never escape the darkness inside me
(( I am not being mean to you this is just how dante is ^__^ nothing personal))
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:43 pm
Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down... William Dante Nott the Third
Tay decidedly joined in on the laughter, but his own amusement proceeded after Dante's and ended first. It truly was growing to be a pain- laughing, and smiling. But of course, the empty look encompassed on his features slowly begin to change, but this time, not due to his sheer force of will. By the smallest increment, Tay tilted his head to one side, but was reluctant to raise a brow to the other student's actions. I mean, c'mon, the reason for his pause couldn't have been that bad- right?
Oh, how so very wrong was he. Tay blinked, and in that moment, Dante seemed to enlarge into a collosal stature, shadowing Tay into nothing. To which Tay met with silence. The gold of his iris wavered, widened even, at the information decidedly divulged by his superior. "....I'll keep that in mind." The stony face and void voice did well to match his insides, empty, and vacant.
Once Tay was released, even if it was an unspoken hold, he didn't leave. No, he wanted too, but his pride hadn't allowed it. Instead, he busied himself with parchment and quill as he began to write a letter home.
[lol, don't worry, I won't whine, promise ^.~ ]]]]
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Location: Commonroom told off by Dante
Injuries: -
Thoughts: '...I can't tell if he's kidding or not..?
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:26 pm
No matter how fast I run
Dante raised an eyebrow to Drake as he offered a sucker to him, with a bow non the less. His pose did not change as he did not reach out to take it. "I appreciate the gesture but I only eat sugar quills" he said looking from his face to the sucker. "But you are welcome though I am not entirely sure as to what I am being thanked. If it is for the display you had just witnessed then no thanks is needed. I only reacted for my sake, no one elses" he said looking up at him with a very dignified look. Although he wasn't smiling he didn't seem angry or cold.
He would never admit it but Dante was loving the feeling of power when ever the first years either cowered or showed some bit of respect to him. On many occasions he wanted to hit half of them for their stupidity but he knew to stay in school he'd need to refrain from doing such things.
I can never escape the darkness inside me
(( You were talking to me right?))
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:48 pm
 The hisses in my ear: I need to burn something What writhes within me: Playful Those entwined with me: Istal, Dante and several first years Charon was about to question the boy about what he meant when the first year in question came in. Right Blaire he remembered this one from the feast. An interesting boy that much is for certain. Then the conversation erupted as a first year went off about homosexuals. A roar of a laugh left Charon as Dante put the boy in his place. "It's too bad your boy wasn't here for this Dante. I would have loved to see how he'd of handled that." Charon said when Dante rejoined him.
Still grinning he tried not to laugh again at the sugar quill comment. Oh it was too easy of a joke but Charon wouldn't give his friend that much hell in front of the first years. Instead he smiled and wondered how tempted Dante had been to do more. "So now that that's out of the way. You said you're staying with Xenos till you graduate right?" Charon said smirking now.
If I had to choose between breathing and loving you I would use my last breath to tell you I love you
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 2:56 pm
No matter how fast I run
Dante felt his anger rise towards this first year. He knew nothing about him so he could not tell him how he was feeling. Sad? far from it! Dante felt free and happy for the first time in a very long time.
"check your tongue before assuming what someone is feeling" he said his words now cold. Really, could these first years get any more annoying. He let out a sigh and decided to let this drop before he let his anger take over. Turning to Charon he smiled.
"I see that look in your eye Charon. You can give me hell for my words later" he laughed as he pushed all thought of the previous few moments from his mind completely. "And yes, I am staying with him. It is a very precarious but nice change of pace if you ask me." he said looking towards the fire. The smile on his face now was very soft and loving. This expression he only wore when thinking of Xenos.
I can never escape the darkness inside me
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:40 pm
((Sorry to burst your bubble, but not only am I not in the common-room anymore, but we're here at two separate times. You said you entered before History of Magic, and I entered after(which you attended without re-entering the common-room). So, according to your post, you were talking to no one, and tore down a poster that wasn't there yet.Just a heads-up.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:55 pm
 ==== ☠ ==== мira ====☠====  Mira made her way through the hallway and up to the wall. Leaning in she spoke quietly. "Salazar" and the wall opened up. Making her way through, she walked into the common room. A few students were already there, turning to the first years. "Our password for the year is Salazar. Do not share this with anyone of another house, and I mean this. Don't make me come find you. Please make yourself at home or go find your bed if you need anything from your trunk. Owls are already in the Owlery. Any Questions?" Mira asked giving them a chance before she went on her own way.  Translations{...} OOC{]==[}
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:54 pm
Entering from Professor Evernight's Office
Blaire approached the dungeon wall, his terror subsided along his little expedition, he managed to reconcile his bubbly, air-headed facade. "Salazar." He stepped into the passage that replaced the stone surface, only an hour or so since he had last left. His quest successful, the blonde moved to a vacant seat, setting his satchel beside him, a chipper smile to anyone who took notice. After checking his posture, unsure of all the dormitories' current inhabitants, the first-year retrieved his spare notebook and his usual peacock-feathered quill, and set to work drawing-up a sign for his latest little endeavor.
((This is after my first day's classes, so I believe I'm skipped ahead after Mira, so don't think I'm ignoring you, Vixen! Lol.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:10 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:54 am
Ura the rainbow King sℓyтнεяιη 2nd yεαя ❝ Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars ❞ ~ Shin walked into the room and past all the other students, his hunched over, slow walk and glare at the floor making him look old. He heard a lot of talking and felt some tension. Also, there where those new first years. One looked like a statue, the other, a female. Shin rolled his eyes and sat down, away from all of them and took out a book, reading. Only taking out his white gloved hand to turn pages, before it went back into his pocket. There was not much light where he was, but he did not care. He did not like to been seen any way. The scar that dominated half of his face making him even less of a people person. ~
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:34 am
The third Alice was a young girl, a beautiful figure in Wonderland.
Deceiving countless people, she created a strange country.
That Alice was the country's queen,
Possessed by a warped dream.
Fearing her decaying body, she ruled from the summit of the country.  ❤ Cosette Aurelie Prewitt ❤
▹ ► ▻ Fifth Year Slytherin ◃ ◄ ◅ ♕ Cosette entered the common room, walking slowly, stiffly. She had a slightly dizzy expression on her face--her attacks usually left her slightly lightheaded, more so for severe ones. She drifted through the students to the chair by the fire she had used to take back before she had left, next to the seats occupied by Dante and Charon. She leaned back in it, her hands on the arm rests, relaxing into it's comfort, her doll on her lap. She stared into the fire, looking tired--she hadn't hurt anyone, but who knew what might happen next time? She was relieved, of course, that nothing had happened this time, but what about the next time it happened? Ah, she hated this... The weight of the world, this burden on your shoulders
Demons of the past, will they ever disappear?
Memories of withered dreams, illusions torn and gone
Remaining scars no one can see?  
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