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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:48 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 2:15 am
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 Sakura Kiremono~Japanese Pure-Blood~Wife and Mother
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Daniel Kiremono~Muggle~Father and Husband
"Of course not, sweetie. We'll make sure to order something for you to take back to him, and since we made you close up early, we'll toss a bit extra into your cap, as well," Sakura said, slipping a 50 pound note out of her wallet, resting it on the table where Jeremy could see it. "But, you have to understand, I have children of my own, and I simply can't think of letting you and your little brother fend for yourselves. I would be embarrassed to call myself a mother if I could even consider such a thing," she told him. |
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:39 pm
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It may sound absurd but don't be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Jacob strolled down the lane, his hands in his pockets and his thoughts elsewhere. Most of the summer was gone now, and the young lion was perusing London before making his way toward home. He'd already stopped by Diagon Alley and picked up school supplies, and since he had time to kill, he fully intended to enjoy what freedom he got before being stuck back in Little Hangleton. The one place that now creeped him out, especially the graveyard. He'd heard about the Riddle house, and about some of the odder rumours surrounding his home town, but never did he even think that a mass murderer got his start there. Made him glad that there were no more Gaunts or Riddles to deal with. Nope, just crazy relatives that tried to murder kids.
He eyed the street, suddenly having the urge to grab something to eat. Leaning against the brick of one building, he considered his options. There was a bistro not to far down the road, as well as a cafe not too much further down than that. Now it was just a matter of which to look at. He weighed his options carefully, scratching at a small bit of stubble he'd noticed. Rick got lucky and could grow a moustache and beard at fifteen, Jacob got stuck with downy fluff for a moustache he tried to grow and failed. Go figure.
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Location: Pudding Lane
State: Hungry
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I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 12:06 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:23 pm
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It may sound absurd but don't be naïve
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
Jacob was startled out of his musings when he saw Jaslyn walk up to him, take one look at his face, and promptly start giggling. The teen covered his face with one hand, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks and he scowled behind his hand. "Hey, it's not... okay, so maybe it's scruff. Hey Jaslyn. What are you doing here?"
He felt her link her arm through his and start steering him away from the wall he was leaning against, causing him to nearly faceplant. Okay, he just determined he sucks at walking on the ground. Go figure. When she asked how his summer had been, the teen shrugged. "Not that exciting, to be honest. Nothing ever happens in Little Hangleton, unless you count weird old ladies gossiping about their grandkids running off and getting eloped. I guess I don't have that many friends there except for some kids I didn't deck back before I started Hogwarts."
Walking down the street, Jacob was surprised as Jaslyn suddenly spun around and levelled him with a look. Blinking, he gave a bit of a sheepish grin and scratched his chin, thinking he might as well quit trying to grow anything until it got thicker on his face. "Umm, I didn't know where you were? I mean, I don't exactly know how to find you, and Rick hasn't let me use Jinx at all all summer, since he's been busy talking to one of the chasers for Gryffindor all summer. Guess this means I need to get an owl of my own or something at this rate." He thought about how much he had in pocket change and wondered how much an owl cost. Couldn't be too much, right?
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Location: Pudding Lane
State: Hungry
OOC: ...
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I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 10:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 11:24 pm
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 Gypsy is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Adorkable at Pudding Lanespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Jer and Michaelspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Excitedspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Ooooh, their faces when they see each other...' spacespac ஒ ஒ ஒ The phone rings in the middle of the night;
My father yells, 'what you gonna do with your life?' ஒ ஒ ஒ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceGypsy stood, her back leaned against one of the various buildings on Pudding Lane, her eyes bright. She'd briefly considered changing them green or blue, which had been their color last time she'd met Michael in person (although she had developed a nice pen-pal system with him, and did talk to him on the phone a bit when she was home), but she figured that he was aware of how bizarre she was and would assume they were contacts. This would only be his second time seeing her in person, of course, but it shouldn't matter. She was pretty sure her weirdness was obvious over the phone and letters, too. She glanced left and right, wondering which of the boys would appear first; Jer, or Michael? She was eager to see them both. She hadn't seen her best friend since the year had let out, and she missed him. Plus, this was just too exciting! Between her knowing for a fact that both boys had been adopted and having plenty of time to compare their looks in her head, she was completely and totally convinced that they just had to be brothers. If not for Michael being a year older, she'd have guessed twins, but his age ruled that out. Oh, well. They still could pass for it, except Michael was taller... then again, it didn't take much to be taller than Jer, she thought with a chuckle. She hoped the Slytherin never developed a height complex... she'd have to shrink herself down to cushion his ego, which would be a total pain. She'd do it, though. She hoped Jer appreciated that about her; she was a damn good friend. That was why she'd set this up, after all. What sort of a friend would she be, really, if she met her best mate's long-lost brother and didn't tell him? Of course, she hadn't told him, she'd just arranged for them both to meet her here, in this exact spot, at the exact same time... because it would've been way too boring to just tell them what she was up to, right?
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ஒ ஒ ஒ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they want to have fun. Oh, girls just want to have fun! ஒ ஒ ஒ
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 11:43 pm
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Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone
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Aɢᴇ 15 |♝| Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ |♝| Mᴜɢɢʟᴇ
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Michael walked up, easily spotting the colourful girl he'd met a summer ago. Gypsy was not an easy girl to forget, especially since she literally seemed to shout her presence to the world. Giving the pink-haired girl a smile and a nod, he approached and noted that she seemed to be expecting something. Well, besides him. Cocking an eyebrow, Michael brushed a stray bit of hair from his eyes. "Good to see you again, Gypsy. I take it school hasn't been too hectic for you? You seemed to be eager to see me when you rung earlier, and I would assume you had some reason other than dragging me out of the house." She was definitely a nice person, if a bit odd. Why else would she ask to see him on such short notice like this, and without a reason to boot?
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Location: Pudding Lane
Thinking: Well, there is my mischievous acquaintance. I hope she would at least explain what this is about.
OOC: ...
New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 12:09 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 12:43 am
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Gypsy is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Adorkable at Pudding Lanespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Jer and Michaelspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Excitedspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Ooooh, their faces when they see each other...' spacespac ஒ ஒ ஒ The phone rings in the middle of the night;
My father yells, 'what you gonna do with your life?' ஒ ஒ ஒ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceGypsy gave Michael a small wave, her expression playful. "I dunno, you strike me as the sort to need to be drug out of the house every now and again," she said with a smirk, pushing off the wall a bit. "But, yeah, okay. I had a reason," she admitted after a moment, barely controlling her natural tendency to turn purple in that instant. That would've been awkward for sure, she thought with some amusement. She was about to offer up another small statement, something vague and mysterious to confuse the poor guy, when Jer walked up, looking less than happy, his arm snaking around her waist almost immediately. She rolled her eyes and, a bit unnerved by the unusual stance, twirled around him to hop on his back (which was a bit odd, since she was taller than him), pressing her cheek to his and crossing her arms over his chest like she was trying to get him to give her a piggyback ride. She did at least stand on her tiptoes behind his back so he wasn't having to hold her up, not entirely sure if he would've had the strength to actually support her weight. "Aw, I missed you too, mate," she said playfully before glancing up at Michael. "Michael, this is Jer! Look at 'im and tell me that you wouldn't've have thought you were him if you'd been me at the museum last year," she challenged, figuring that he was smart enough to keep up with what she'd said. Jer'd already pinged on just how alike they were, called him a doppleganger on the approach. He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood today for some reason, thought she couldn't for the life of her fathom why. Maybe something was up at home? "And Jer, this is Michael! I was up at the art museum last year and thought he was you, awkwardness ensued. It was great," she informed her friend. "You shoulda seen the drawing he was working on, it was miserable. I helped him out a bit and we kept in touch." Mostly because she'd been secretly plotting this since, oh, that night when she'd arrived home. Although, after writing him for a bit, she did rather like Michael. He was a nice guy. And cute. Although, again, she was struck by the similarity between him and her best friend, and wondered how on Earth he could be cute when he looked so much like Jer. Maybe he just looked more mature, or something. Her mind completely dismissed the notion that maybe Jer was cute, too. It simply wasn't possible as far as she was concerned. Because if Jer were cute... well, that'd make him a boy, too. Not that she didn't know he was a boy, but if she thought he were cute, he'd be like, a boy boy. And that would just be awkward.
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ஒ ஒ ஒ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they want to have fun. Oh, girls just want to have fun! ஒ ஒ ஒ
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 11:28 pm
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Woke up in London yesterday
Found myself in the city near Piccadilly
Don't really know how I got here
I got some pictures on my phone
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Aɢᴇ 15 |♝| Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ |♝| Mᴜɢɢʟᴇ
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Michael was probably the first to recover, realizing that Gypsy wasn't kidding, and vaguely wondering if the other teen was related to him. He was shorter, that was for sure, and well, that was about the end of the differences he could see. He was astute enough to recognize that Jer could padd for him a bit, the only thing that made him wonder was the other's outrageous appearance. However, the hard look in the other's eyes he was sure he wasn't imagining, and it made him wonder just what kind of life the other had to have lived. Biting his lip, he thought for a moment, considering. "I believe I would have easily, actually..." He recalled the awkward questions fromt he year prior, and wondered if that meeting was more than coincidental, but shoved that thought aside, nearly snorting. He was the practical type, and not one to have a vivid imagination.
He then crossed his arms as she described his drawing to Jer."I still ascertain that I was right in not wanting to pursue an artistic life. I would surely starve if I did." Michael looked over to Jer, thinking. Well, if he was an actual relation, then the life he must have had previously was probably rough. HOwever, he decided to voice the one thing that was bothering him. "Your accent. You do realize it's rather atrocious, correct? I hope you don't speak to everyone that way. Everyone will think you're low-born or something."
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Location: Pudding Lane
Thinking: Well, there is my mischievous acquaintance. I hope she would at least explain what this is about.
OOC: ...
New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 11:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 12:22 am
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Gypsy is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Adorkable at Pudding Lanespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Jer and Michaelspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Excitedspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Ooooh, their faces when they see each other...' spacespac ஒ ஒ ஒ The phone rings in the middle of the night;
My father yells, 'what you gonna do with your life?' ஒ ஒ ஒ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceGypsy snickered at the look on their faces as they looked each other over, smiling widely. It was a total pain to keep her hair and eyes perfectly pink, she could feel the all-too familiar twitching that told her it was trying to change, and forced it down. Honestly, she had no idea what color it was trying to turn. It could be purple or teal at this point. She bit her lip, still flopped over Jer's back, curious as to what they'd think of each other.
spaceShe rolled her eyes at Michael's assessment of his artistic skills, and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but I bet the help I gave you managed at least a C on whatever that assignment was, right? Because I'm amazing." she informed him. When he commented on Jer's accent, though, she scowled, lowering herself back down to the ground and coming to step to her friend's side, crossing her arms. Rude, much? She knew Michael could be a bit snotty, of course, but she hadn't thought he'd say something so callous. Thankfully, Jer seemed to take it in stride. Although, she did have to fight a snort at his referring to the way he talked to people at school as 'fancy speech.' Still, she couldn't help but feel a bit overprotective of Jer. "It's just an accent, Michael," she said, eyes daring him to say another word.
spaceShe froze when Jer asked him about magic, eyes going wide. She gave a subtle shake of her head, hoping Jer could see. At this point, she was pretty convinced that Michael wasn't magical. She hadn't ever actually asked him, of course, but the way he talked... besides, he just seemed like such a muggle! She was glad Jer at least covered it up, talking about his street act. Sometimes she forgot how smart he was... mostly because none of the nonsense they got up to together involved brains. She was pretty sure that all of their schemes required a distinct lack of them, actually. Surely brains would get in the way of trying so hard to get into trouble, right?
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ஒ ஒ ஒ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they want to have fun. Oh, girls just want to have fun! ஒ ஒ ஒ
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 8:37 pm
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So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
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Jer stepped onto the corner of the street, a box under his arm that had been charmed to be bigger on the inside and his typical hat over one eye as he set up. Honestly he hoped he wasn't out of practice, considering how many years it had been since he had done a real performance. Thankfully, he'd kept practising his tricks when he could, otherwise he would be severely out of practice. His street corner looked to be unoccupied, and he was there early enough in the morning that he could do it without interruptions. He also hoped that him getting older didn't affect the mystique, either. As a kid, he had an advantage of being cute, while now? Well, he wasn't exactly oblivious to the fact his appearance wasn't as angelic as it used to be. Still, the blond was certain that he could still pull off a performance with no issues.
As soon as he was done setting up, he stepped onto the box with a grin. Okay, yes, he was still annoyed that he was only five foot five, but seriously? Magni was a good foot taller than him! He brushed that off his mind as he removed his hat and bowed toward the passer-bys on the street. "Welcome, ladies an' gents! It's been a while, bu' I am proud ta announce tha' Jer th' Magnificen' is back ta entertain ya fer th' summer! Now, if ye'll jus' direc' yer attention ta wot I'm abou' ta do 'ere. I'm gonna shuffle a deck o' cards. Jus' a regular deck, nothin' fancy. An' now, would someone li' ta pick a card from th' deck?" He fanned out the cards in his hand and looked around, waiting. Surely there would be someone willing to participate.
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Thoughts: Jus' li' th' old days
Taken By: Gypsy Lovette
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Hey now, you're an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
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