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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 11:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2012 11:23 pm
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Chalmes and Christopher "Chris" Whitethorne
Squibs
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Chris looked over to Chalmes, concern all over his face. He'd never heard his father react that way before, and was worried about what that meant for his state of mind. Grabbing Gearvin by the shoulders, he held him in place firmly. "Not going to happen, Father. Like it or not, we're staying right here."
Chalmes looked over to the fight occurring and breathed a sigh of relief. It looked as though the battle was over, but he worried about whether or not he was truly all right. Walking over to the two, he scratched the back of his head. "Um, thanks, mates. He's gone, right? He's not going to be back, I hope. 'Cause I owe him a beating if he ever shows back up."
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Location: Whitethorne House
State: Concerned
OOC: ...
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:21 pm
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Gearvin Whitethorne
Owner of Whizz Hard Books
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With Chris being insistant about staying near him, Gearvin sagged a bit. Reluctantly, he looked around, and when he lifted his wand hand, he winced. He looked over to the man who had addressed him and frowned. "Am I to assume you were responsible for freeing me? If so, then thank you. I am not certain, however, as to how I am at the moment. I believe that my head has seen better days, however." Wincing, his other hand rose to his temple, certain that he was having a migraine.
Gearvin rose an eyebrow at the woman that came over to heal his arm, and realized that she apologized. He drew himself together enough to look at her directly. "You should not have to apologize. If anything, I believe that my actions of late have not been my own, and I would be a poor person to assume that I should blame you for assisting in helping me."
Propriety helps to keep a distinction between those that have pride, and those that have none.
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Location: Whitethorne Home
State: Confused, in pain
OOC: ...
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 9:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:49 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 2:01 pm
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Chalmes Whitethorne
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Chalmes relaxed as he was tinkering with an old radio. He turned it this way and that, regarding the circuit board he held in his hand. Ugh. He chucked it to the side, frowning. Another radio, toast. He would tend to curse the magical members of his family over it, especially since muggle devices had a tendency to die around the house. Which might explain why Chris tended to take his schoolwork to the library computers when he needed a report typed or research to do. Chalmes, well, he just usually worked on his whenever. He collapsed back onto his bed, one arm covering his face. Well, this just bit. His latest radio hadn't lasted three months, and now he was stuck with nothing to do. Well, his father would argue that he could read a book, but well, that only went so far, really. Now, he was bored. Chris was, of course, at the library, doing homework, and his mother was out. He of course, had nothing to do. He almost wished that something exciting would happen. Almost. The last time something exciting happened, he'd nearly been abra kadabraed. He didn't want to be cursed at again.
Don't think I'm weak, that would be your first mistake...
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Location: Whitethorne Home
State: Bored
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 9:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 12:04 am
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Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO
Anastasia Whitethorne
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Anastasia was walking from the store. Her arms were full of groceries, and she hummed a tune to herself. She was actually happy to see that family life was returning to some semblance of order. She finally turned the corner to head to the street with her home, when she noticed something off in an alleyway. Frowning, she approached it.Something seemed off underneath an old carriage shed. Her eyes widened, however, when she realized that what she was looking at was a body. A dead body, with an arrow in it. She hurried over, dropping her bags to the ground as she checked it out. Her hands trembled as she fingered the arrow, then pulled it out, checking for a pulse as she manoeuvred the arrow out of the way. "Oh my god, please don't be dead."
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Location: Whitethorne Home
State: Panicked
OOC: ...
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