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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:27 pm
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 Strike sat on one of the cemetery's headstones, a piece of parchment on his leg as he scribbled on it with a quill. He glanced up at the unforgiving, cold sky as it began to snow. He let the snow land on him, feeling the cold but not feeling the reactions to it that he would have as a human. No, those instincts were long dead in him. He didn't shiver or feel his body temperature drop because it was already so low. That's what happened when you no long had a heartbeat. The snow gathered on his purple hair as he continued to write his letter. An owl that he had recently bought hooted calmly, waiting to serve Strike.
After a few minutes, Strike put down the quill and reread his letter.
With a nod of approving, Strike folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope. He signed the front with Jack's name, and turned to the owl, "Now, you must deliver this to Jack, at Hogwarts," Strike spoke as he handed the letter to the owl. The owl took the letter in its talons and turned its head. It blinked at him, almost understandingly. Strike nodded, and watched as the owl began to flap its wings and take off. It flew off, disappearing into the cloudy, snowy sky.
Strike watched the owl until he could not, which took a while with his eyesight. His mind raced with thoughts and he wondered what Jack was doing at that moment. What was his first vampire doing with Strike's instructions? Was he even doing them? Strike crossed his arms and readjusted on the tombstone. ◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: What's Jack up to?
What I'm doing: Sending a letter
Who I'm with: Myself
Where I am: Godric's Hollow Graveyard  |
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 9:15 pm
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This was the easy part. Sending the owl was just the first step, and, to Strike, was the easiest. Why? Because everything was beginning to be set into motion. Jack would receive the letter and most likely panic. He would be torn between serving his master - Strike - and helping the school. Jack knew Strike was a threat to everyone around him, and he would act on that fear like an instinct. Perhaps he would run? Strike dismissed the thought as quickly as it came; Jack knew, of all people, that he could not outrun Strike. No one could.
He stared into the sky for a moment longer before turning his attention to his fledgling, "We will be heading to Hogwarts," Strike brushed off the snow that was gathering on his shoulders while he spoke, "And, when we get there, we'll be meeting up with Jack. Do you remember him? You were in a lot of pain when you two met..."
At this, Strike pushed himself off the tombstone and smirked at Zane. A few weeks out and about, and Zane had already been grilled with some of the typical vampire jargon. Don't do this, don't forget to do this, and this is how you do this. Strike had been almost rushing Zane through the steps, hoping the fledgling would be able to keep up. They did have eternity, but, still... Strike was never sure when there was danger just around the corner or not. It would devastate him if he lost a fledgling at such a young age.
"Are you ready? It'll be a long trip from here. A few days trip, actually,"◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: Time to go to school
What I'm doing: Sending a letter
Who I'm with: Zane
Where I am: Godric's Hollow Graveyard |
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 1:36 pm
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▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Zane▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄Acacia▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
➸Striker's Clan➸Ex-Ravenclaw➸
Come a w a y little light come a w a y to the darkness,
In the shade of the ☽☾night☽☾ we will come looking for you.
✘Zane had been standing still, gathering snow in just about every place that snow could collect on him. He had snow on his head, his shoulders, his feet, and some had even managed to go down his shirt. Not that he noticed. Last winter, he would have cursed at the unbearable pain of snow going down his shirt. It hardly occurred to him now.
Hogwarts. That would be an interesting place to return to. There were so many memories locked away in that place. Hardly any of them fond for the boy. There was always time to make new memories. Maybe not now, but maybe when all of this training had ended. Of course, who knew how long that would take him.
"Sounds familiar," Zane admitted when asked about Jack. Honestly, all the boy remembered about that night was the pain and meeting Strike. He could not remember another person being in the forest when he was changed.
Zane brushed the snow off of him. "I guess so," the fledgling replied, uncertain of why the trip would take so long. The only thing that came to his mind was the obvious response that they would be walking. ✘ |
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 6:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 3:38 pm
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Strike's eyes shot open and he screamed. He grabbed at his heart and thrashed in the coffin he was buried in. A pain coursed through him and he screamed into the earth that he was buried under. Something bad had happened to Arachnid. Something terrible, and it blazed in the vampire like a fire.
The pain subsided, but the man was now a fury. He forced the coffin open with his strength and dug through the dirt. When he reached the surface, he growled. Covered in dirt, just awakening from a day's sleep, Strike was a mess. But, now, add rage to the mix. He clawed himself from the grave he had been sleeping in, the growls escaping his throat becoming more vicious.
"How dare they!" Strike screamed to no one in particular. The crows perched on the tree above him scattered when he let out an unearthly scream of anger. As soon as he was out of the dirt, he was racing towards Hogwarts. He would run through the night, into the day, if he had to.
No one - no one - could hurt Arachnid. He was his!◙■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■◙ Currently...What I'm thinking: I will kill them!
What I'm doing: Racing towards Hogwarts
Who I'm with: Myself
Where I am: Exiting Godric's Hollow Graveyard. |
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2016 9:41 pm
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When the crypt doors creak and the tombstone quake...
Spooks come out for a swinging wake!
Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize;
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize!
Now don't close your eyes and don't try to hide...
Or a silly spook may sit by your side;
Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize.
𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔰
𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔢
𝔪𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 │ 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝑦𝔢𝔞𝔯 │ 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡
Deaus walked around the graveyard with a cheery whistle looked around at each of the tombstones, reading the names saying good morning to the occupants. He heard rumors that this place was haunted and wanted to see if he could make some more ghost friends. He was having a hard time making normal friends since he came to the orphanage. He was just the creepy kid with the raven who talked to himself. 'They must think I'm crazy, stupid muggles, it's because of them my friends have to stay hidden and keep secret.' In the red headed boy's hand was a raven, he was sharing some carries with it as he sat by a statue. "I don't think there's any ghosts around here Gwen. I mean maybe I can say that I'm magic, but the governor said I should keep that part a secret, and there might be muggles to overhear." The boy said fixing his shirt, it felt tight on him he hated going back to wearing muggle clothing, everything was so clingy. Though that might be because when he was wearing robes they wear oversized on him.
As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree-
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree!
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes...
Start to shriek and harmonize!
When you hear the knell of a requiem bell;
Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell;
Restless bones etherialize, rise as spooks of every size. |
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 12:39 pm
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★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Mackenzie Hawthorne
Gryffindor - Second Year - Twelve Years Old - Reserve Chaser - Halfblood - Adopted
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Mackenzie wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without first asking her mum if she could go, and she wasn’t allowed to wander around alone. Today, she broke both rules. Accidently, though! It started out with her playing at the park with her friend, but unlike most days, when her friend was called home, Mackenzie didn’t leave as well. Instead, she stayed, swinging and thinking about nothing in particular. Her mind just wouldn’t shut off and she got lost in thought. After growing bored of playing alone, she decided she’d go for a walk. She knew the general direction in which she’d gone, so she knew the general direction to get back, but she wasn’t planning on leaving yet. Not until the sun began to set and darken the sky. So she continued to walk and pass through the fenced entrance before realizing she’d been walking through a graveyard.
At the sound of a whistle, Mackenzie snapped out of her thoughts, suddenly frightened. Did someone know she was here? Or perhaps something? The twelve year old began to mentally beat herself up for being so careless as to step foot into a graveyard. This place gave her the creeps and sent chills down her spine, but she followed the sound of the whistle although rather cautiously. After a moment or two, the girl spotted someone – a kid – sitting by a statue, talking to an ugly, black bird. Raising an eyebrow at him, the girl approached him. It was better to have a friend here than be all alone. “Hel- Hello!” she called from about twenty feet away, just loud enough for him to hear. After all, she didn’t want to capture the attention from an unwanted visitor.
((OOC: outfit in left picture))
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 8:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2016 2:43 pm
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★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Mackenzie Hawthorne
Gryffindor - Second Year - Twelve Years Old - Reserve Chaser - Halfblood - Adopted
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Mackenzie raised her eyebrows at the boy’s question though she stayed silent as she approached him. “I sure hope we don’t see any,” she started, feeling rather frightened about running into some scary ones. After being a Hogwarts student for over a year, she should’ve been used to ghosts by now – and she was! But that’s because the ones at Hogwarts were nice. Surely, there were probably a bunch of mean, scary ghosts at a graveyard. “Have you just been sitting around, waiting for them?” she asked, deciding to sit down next to the redhead. Mackenzie felt a lot more comfortable and safe with someone by her side. ‘Course, she could always leave if she wanted to, but that meant leaving this kid alone and God knew what would happen to him then. “What’s your name?” she asked, realizing they hadn’t properly introduced.
((OOC: 8 hours is barely a wait))
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 12:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2016 1:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 5:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 12:59 pm
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