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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 7:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:24 pm
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I said the joker is a wanted man, He makes his way all across the land, See him sifting through the sand, So I'll tell you all the story, About the joker and the thief of the night,
Loki walked along the misshapen streets of Knockturn at total peace with his sac of gold considerably lighter but his brown inconspicuous paper bag filled with goods. He was going to have sooooo much fun in the lab today! The young man was pretty sure that if he wasn't in public, wasn't male, and was twelve, that he'd be skipping along the stones whistling a tune. Well, at least he can do the whistling part without shame. So he set out, whistling a lone Haitian tune as he planed the use of every item in his bag.
Always laughing in the midst of power, Always living in the final hour, There is always sweet in the sour, We are not goin' home
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 8:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 9:31 pm
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I said the joker is a wanted man, He makes his way all across the land, See him sifting through the sand, So I'll tell you all the story, About the joker and the thief of the night,
Loki had just turned a corner absentmindedly thinking of the properties of a nundu fang counteracting with the skin of mummified boomslang skin when he was walked into by rather tall teen looking hurried and ragard. For some reason, and he placed the blame wholly on his baby sister, he felt the need to apologize or at least say something to help out the boy. "Hey there, sorry about running into you like that. M'minds's been in the clouds lately." Loki's accent was one of many contradictions, just like its owner. There was of course his native Scottish brogue, but living in Haiti for so long had allowed him to develop a light Haitian-creole accent as well. All in all, he thought he sounded alright, sexy even after a couple of pints he'd heard from a few.
Always laughing in the midst of power, Always living in the final hour, There is always sweet in the sour, We are not goin' home
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Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2013 9:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 10:51 am
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I said the joker is a wanted man, He makes his way all across the land, See him sifting through the sand, So I'll tell you all the story, About the joker and the thief of the night,
Loki observed the youth in front of him and could admit to a small part of himself that he was good looking...somewhere beneath the dirt and grime. He waved away his apology and gave a grin. "Guess we're both at fault then huh?" he chuckled. Gods, how skinny was this guy? He looked like he could be snapped like a twig! Great, no he had his Mum in his head. Well, he knew the best way to get rid of her. "C'mon, I'll take you to lunch. Sort of a...peace luncheon I guess. My treat." Loki knew better than to just grab a random boy, lords above he didn't even want to think of how that sounded, so he merely walked a few paces then turned back to him with a raised eyebrow and short movement of his head.
Always laughing in the midst of power, Always living in the final hour, There is always sweet in the sour, We are not goin' home
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 6:54 pm
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I said the joker is a wanted man, He makes his way all across the land, See him sifting through the sand, So I'll tell you all the story, About the joker and the thief of the night,
Loki was silent as he lead the young man towards a restaurant he was sure that wouldn't drug them, steal their body parts, then feed it to them later. So, against his better nature, he was leading them back towards Diagon to one of their cafes. He could deal with silence but he wasn't sure about the other. Plus his family had been worried that he wasn't being "sociable" whatever the hell that meant. "Soo....what were you doing in Knockturn? You don't exactly seem the type." he asked awkwardly.
Always laughing in the midst of power, Always living in the final hour, There is always sweet in the sour, We are not goin' home
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 9:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 12:17 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 10:50 am
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"Broken glass, shattered shards. As my sweet relents, my bitter comes forth. Prepare for the end."
Claire paused on the streets of Knockturn Alley, she had walked around here before, the people here seemed...odd. Didn't matter to Claire though, she had a plan.
Noticing a calling for her name Claire's eyes shot open as she hid inside a narrow alley. Her dad was here? Crap! He never went out of the house!
Claire poked her head out, noticing the balding man that was still calling out for her, she would have to escape. But where? Wasn't there a joke shop nearby? Claire blinked and pulled out a hand drawn map of diagon and Knockturn alley, there was a joke shop!
The problem of her dad remained though...
The blond then smirked as she thought of something, taking a smoke bomb from out of her pocket, she threw it towards her dad as it exploded in a thick cloud of foul smelling black smoke. Claire had mixed black pepper in it after all~
Spotting her opportunity she ran back the way she came, towards the joke shop as she noticed her dad head out of the alley towards home.
...All just as planned.
My feelings? I'm feeling wicked you know? Precious thought of mine, "Dad's such an idiot." I'm a Unsorted. Did you know that I'm a future first year? My strings are being pulled. "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:18 pm
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I love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my twin sister you'll be
They had decided to split up, cover more ground and to shout if they found anything. Tanna had headed towards the opening of the alley while Tassy went lower into the bowels. Seeing nothing but drunken and perverted wizards after a while she was about to give up when he saw a body just laid out on the street. At first glance she thought that maybe the person was strung out as they were just staring up at the sky unblinking but then she saw the scars and the long, if stringy, black hair and her heart stopped. "SHIN! Shin, can you hear me?! s**t s**t s**t look at you, TANNA! TANNA I FOUND HIM!" she ran over to him and fell to her knees taking in his skeletal form and barely rising chest with dread. Damn damn damn what the ******** had he been doing? Inside she snorted, the smart question was what had he not been doing. Her sister came running at her shouts and gasped at how their friend look and began to shake loosing composer. "Oh Shin..what happened..?" a few tears trickled from her eyes as she joined her twin on the dirty ground. "Who the ******** cares what happened, SHIN IF YOU DIE I WILL PERSONALLY BRING YOU BACK AN' KILL YA MYSELF DO YA HEAR ME?!" Tassy yelled at him, mostly to keep him awake and also to make sure she didn't break down along with her sister. Using their combined strength the twins hoisted the frail young man upon their shoulders heading towards the nearest magical phone booth.
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