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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 3:33 pm
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It is frightening what a smile can h i d e. ______
𝐶 𝐴 𝑆 𝑆 𝐴 𝑁 𝐷 𝑅 𝐴 _𝑺 𝑶 𝑷 𝑯 𝑰 𝑬 _ 𝑁 𝑂 𝑇 𝑇
__ 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 __ 𝑜𝑓 __ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 __ 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙
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[Summer of 2030]
Stars were hidden behind the dark overcast skies and the glow of the moon was bright but obscured by inky black-gray; half a dozen vehicles were parked up on the curb against the grassy knoll. She and Ava had scrambled down the street until the party house was barely visible behind them, Sophie doubled over against a light pole and choked, gasping for air and suffocating on laughter. Warm, red blood oozed from her split lip; a yellowing swell blossomed on her right temple, and as she shook her sore hand, she noticed the splotchy red discoloring of several small bruises. ”I—I...” Sophie trailed off, leaned her head against the iron pole and twirled beneath the orange glow of the lamp post. ”I dunno—Ava—he just,” she almost couldn't bring herself to say it, but as she slowly spun back around to face her friend directly, she figured her time was short before Theo would arrive, and decided to spill. ”He just reminded me so much of my da', y'know...I just... I thought he was one of them... I—I had to find out.” Sophie mouthed a pathetic pout and reached out a hand for the bottle, letting the other girl finish another swig before the bottle had been passed to her, and she braced herself for a heavy gulp of her own and hissed for air. ”I swear, sometimes, I think I'm going crazy.” she admitted, highly uplifted and hyper aware; of her feelings; of the cool night air; of jaw clenched and grinding teeth; of concrete melting beneath her feet; and the crisp, fresh night air swimming in her ******** she's craving a cigarette.
The heavy thud of the older boy's footsteps echoed louder than the distant music receding from the house; his shadow stretched beneath the orange glow of street lights until he was close enough to actually see, the dark swell of bruises seemed to cover one side of his face, but it was hard to tell in the dark of night. ”Spur of the moment,” she grinned and shrugged, the split of her lip barely noticeable over the flood of energy coursing in her. ”Well... at least they didn't tackle you down, righ'?” Sophie, still lounged against the light pole, paused to gauge her friend's condition before rising the whiskey bottle up in the air to toast. ”Happy to report we're ********' brill', actually, innit we Ava?” Sophie laughed and offered the bottle over to Avalon, shaking it in the air. ”Well... looks like we're not goin' back to the party, so... What now, aye?”
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____◆◇◈ House Party, Dover
_____ ◆◇◈ Serpentine Scales
_______◆◇◈ 16 Years Old, 5’5”, 132lbs
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 11:35 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 9:41 pm
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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness..."
Theo couldn't help but smirk at the girl. He still couldn't believe that it turned into such a brawl. He heard police sirens in the distance though. Somebody had to call the cops, but fortunately for them, they were out. He did want to maybe get away from the roads though because the girls still had a bottle of rum and still were underage. Theo would get in trouble just for being near them...which he couldn't afford to happen because of the job he pursued. What better way to get fired before even starting. "You're definitely right on that one," he said to Avalon before looking to Sophie. "I must say, you got in one hell of a punch to start it off. I was certainly impressed." He took a seat on the curb next to the pole that Sophie had been resting up against.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's notion about him getting knocked down. "He definitely couldn't take me down though. I kicked the bloody piss outta him. Literally, I kicked him," he said to the two of them with a smirk on his face. Although it was hard to actually keep that smirk because of the strain it put on his jaw. But one thing he did know, the kid hadn't expected it and it was quite a hard kick to the side. "But...that is the benefits of being a footballer right?"
He looked at Sophie for a moment as she handed the bottle over to Avalon. He honestly wanted it because he wanted to drink his pain away. His jaw was killing him, but he could just go buy some at the local liquor store (if there was one) because he was eighteen. And he made sure upon getting home that he had gotten an id as well. Although, being slightly more sober than everyone else during that fight really hurt him in respects that he felt a lot more pain. As the girls had talked what they were supposed to do now...he stayed silent for a few moments. When Avalon had nodded towards him, Theo looked at her. "Yeah, I'm sure whatever you're talkin' about I can't do," he said aloud with a chuckle. "But I have my ways around...but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't work for you either." He made sure to tread over that subject lightly...obviously getting there by apparating. "Is there even anything to do around Dover? First time I've been here actually."
"And some have greatness thrust upon them"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 4:37 pm
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It is frightening what a smile can h i d e. ________
𝐶 𝐴 𝑆 𝑆 𝐴 𝑁 𝐷 𝑅 𝐴 _𝑺 𝑶 𝑷 𝑯 𝑰 𝑬 _ 𝑁 𝑂 𝑇 𝑇
__ 𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 __ 𝑜𝑓 __ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 __ 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙
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[Summer of 2030]
The rise and fall of her chest heaved another rattling breath into the coastal air, a light breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean and a shiver of goosebumps raced across the bare flesh of her long legs and crossed arms. A crooked smile flaunted across her lips, relinquishing her hold on the bottle as Avalon reached for the liquor to take a quick swig after her cheeky comment. ”Guess there's a first time for everything?” An awkward chuckle sighed past her lips; she wasn't exactly proud of herself, she could've been more tactful. But it was too late to matter now, she worried her lip with her finger, the flesh had split and clotted with dried blood now; but it didn't hurt, her jaw hurt though, if only she could stop grinding her teeth together. At Theo's compliment, she glanced at his seated form on the curb and hiccuped. ”The t**t did deserve it.” She agreed with Ava, just as a sluggish wave ached in her muscles. Her attention waned, but she managed to toss her gaze back and forth between the two as they exchanged conversation. Sophie was content to distract herself by teasing the colorful layered necklace, grazing her nail across the emerald and gold semi precious stones and mixed metals.
A soft hum vibrated her lips as she smiled up at the night sky, ”Dover's lovely, right by the sea, there's half a dozen castles—so much history—there's the white cliffs, the beach, the abbey gardens...” she paused and blinked, ”But we'd have to take a bus,” she paused to slide her cell phone out of her pocket, unlocked the screen and googled for a bit of inspiration. ”Hrmm, bus stop iissss, that way, I think,” she pointed one way down the boulevard. ”Buuuut, would could jump the gates of the primary school right down the block and play in the park?” She mused, pushing herself off the lamp post and strolled down the street with a little spring in her step. ”Unleeeessss,” she bounced beside the driver door of a vehicle and pulled the handle, but it was locked. She skipped down to the next vehicle, an older Volkswagen model, she pulled on the handle and sure enough, it popped open. ”Ha! Mates, looks like we're sorted!” She cheered, and plopped down in the drivers seat; she checked the center console, under the seat, the sun visor and finally the glove compartment, until she caught sight of a sliver of metal and snatched up the keys. ”Alright, lovelies! Hurry up and get in!” Sliding the key into the ignition, it cranked right up. ”So! Where too?”
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____◆◇◈ Aycliffe Streets of Dover
_____ ◆◇◈ Serpentine Scales
_______◆◇◈ 16 Years Old, 5’5”, 132lbs
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2015 12:48 pm
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"Some are born great, some achieve greatness..."
Theo had from that point on stayed relatively quiet, his jaw was hurting him very badly. Now that his adrenaline had been fading away, it left him with serious problems because opening his mouth to talk was relatively hard. He could talk, but it would probably be low volume, almost to a mutter. And it wasn't like he could just sit there and heal it because he was in a Muggle Community. He really hoped he didn't have a fractured jaw because how would he explain that to a nurse. 'Yeah, I got into a fight'. That would certainly get him into some kind of trouble. He did nod his head along with the girls for a few moments, his eyes staying on Sophie for a little while as everything went on.
When Sophie had gone on about Dover and what it had to offer. Theo himself was very partial to the beach, but it seemed they would have to take a bus to get there and well...he didn't know if he was up for that. He was however, up for more drinking so he could drink some of the pain away because he was the over the age limit and could get drunk if he wanted. He only unfortunately got a few beers while at the god forsaken party. And oh did he want more. "That all sounds fun," he said quietly, or as loud as he could really.
What happened next surprised him to say the least, and not because Sophie got into a car and started it; but rather, because some person actually kept their keys in their car. Theo found it to be quite stupid on the owners part and they were just asking for their car to get stolen. Unfortunately, Theo was in the party that decided to steal it. And he couldn't let the girls go through that alone: right? So, he got into the backseat against his better judgement, and of course his need for adrenaline. Nothing worse than a sixteen year old girl driving after all. "The da** liquor store because I definitely need more beer," he said, still a little quiet, but a little louder than last time so they could hear him. He rubbed his hand against his jaw as he did so.
"And some have greatness thrust upon them"
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2021 11:54 am
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Member of the Society of Potioneers │ Nineteen Years Old │ Single
‘Couldn’t have asked for a better day to do this,’ thought Canaan, as he drew in a deep breath and relished the warm spring air and the scent of brine. It wasn’t the same as the scent of the sea around Tramore, and the experience wasn’t the same as it was when he chose to shed his human form for his canine animagus form. His cousin Lynn told him once how even if she were blind a single lungful air was all she needed to know she was home, and while he hadn’t travelled near as far afield as she he understood what she meant.
Of course, he wasn’t about to go bounding about the area around the cliffs of Dover as a dog; it would have looked extremely odd to have one Irish wolfhound holding the lead for another, older one as they roamed about. A run-in with a dog warden would certainly ruin what he wanted more than anything: that today be a perfect day, a perfect, happy day for Annie.
“You’ll keep me on task, right, old friend?” said the young man, as he looked down at Connla. The gray-furred wolfhound gave him a look which seemed to say, ‘This one’s on you, lad’. It was clear to all now that Connla, son of Setanta, son of CuCuchlainn, had definitely inherited some of his grandsire’s longevity, and confirming a few things in the minds of Canaan’s parents. Connla had reached an impressively venerable age for a breed not known for an impressively long life, and while he had lost much of the boundless exuberance of his youth, he was still very much in that long, warm summer of adulthood, with nary any white in his coat or muzzle. Not so long ago, he would have claimed he couldn’t have asked for a better life companion, except there was another now whom he intended to ask to add to that list.
Though he wasn’t sure she quite believed it, Canaan had crushed on Annie almost since the first time he saw her at school, and he was glad he’d finally plucked up the courage to do something so it was more than that. When they were Seventh Years, he visited her over the Christmas holiday, and gifted her with a ring, telling her without words how much she meant to him then. Time served to strengthen his feelings and his resolve.
He spoke to his dad about what he wanted to do, since he could talk to him about just about everything, and while he was pleased with his son’s intentions, he told him to ‘make bloody sure you’re able to take good care of that dear, sweet girl, lad.’ By this point, the family had all but adopted Annie anyway, and she already had a job and money of her own, but this wasn’t what his father meant. No, he wanted for his son to have his own life in order and be ready for what would come next before taking on anything else.
These days he was a potioneer, a member in good standing of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, and his career was already on a good track. Still, by ancient tradition, he was required to ask permission of the clan’s chieftain before he did anything else in regards to his intended. Mother Grey smiled in her usual kindly fashion when he approached her with his request, and when he was finished, she gave a slight wink, and said, “So what are you waitin’ on me fer, lad? Go ask her already.”
Canaan wanted today to go well, and suggested they take this outing to see the cliffs of Dover. Remembering that positively ancient song by Vera Lynn, he wondered if there were, in fact, bluebirds present to fly over those white cliffs. He knew Dover held a special place in Annie’s heart, and he had hoped that, on this day of days, the weather would cooperate, and they could have clear skies for their outing. He also made the effort to dress up a little more today than he might have usually. A pair of dress slacks and a button-up shirt with a vest, was what he chose to wear, casual, but dressy casual, and the ring was in its box, tucked safely in his vest pocket.
OOC:Taken by Annabella Clodagh Sheehan
 "The curtain rises on the scene, With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes, There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes this part, Through traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat, Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same, But there's no-one we can blame
For there's nowhere we need go, And the only truth we know comes so easily "
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2021 3:46 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2021 10:45 am
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Member of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers │ Nineteen Years Old │ Single │ Animagus
Seeing Annie in her pretty yellow sundress, there in the bright sunlight, and was reminded once more how lucky he was to have her in his life, and he loved the way the warm light played about in her long red hair. Truly, she looked the part of the bonny Irish colleen, and he planned at some point to coax her into letting him take some pictures of her, as he had his camera tucked in a bag for just that purpose, oh, and to take some snaps of the cliffs too.
When Annie mentioned feeling as though she were underdressed, Canaan thought for a moment that perhaps he'd given up the surprise without meaning to. He'd chosen to be a little dressier today because he felt he needed to be so, given the import of what he was planning, and, admittedly, he was taken with the history and the romance of where they were; he never wanted for Annie to feel uncomfortable.
Still he offered her a reassuring smile before pulling her gently into his embrace, telling her without words she had nothing to be concerned for. "Nae, not at all," he said to her, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the moment, and her company. He added, when she offered to pop home to change, "Nae need for that, Annie. You're perfect as a picture, an' beautiful, just the way you are...an' always have been."
OOC:Taken by Annabella Clodagh Sheehan
"The curtain rises on the scene, With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes, There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes this part, Through traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat, Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same, But there's no-one we can blame
For there's nowhere we need go, And the only truth we know comes so easily "
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2021 2:17 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2021 7:01 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Member of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers │ Nineteen Years Old │ Single │ Animagus
Canaan smiled as he looked into Annie’s eyes. As he did, he was reminded of the lyrics of the song he’d sang to her at the Music Festival, the first he took her there. ‘Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen’ He knew in his heart he would be content if he could live in this moment for all the rest of his days. What started as a crush and deepened into something more, and he wouldn’t have a changed a bit of it if he could.
He chuckled softly as Annie mentioned her attempts at art when she was younger, and commented, “Hmmm, my own efforts weren’t good enough to put on the refrigerator door at home. Probably a good thing I didn’t take Professor Hawthorne’s art class.” As Annie mentioned having her smile ‘fixed’, he said to her softly, ‘I love your freckles, an’ your ears, an’ all the rest of you as well. You’re beautiful just as you are. I remember seeing you in that dress at the school dance when we were Fifth Years; you lit up the room. You were the sweetest, prettiest girl at Hogwarts, an’ still would be if’n we hadn’t graduated.”
When her blush deepened, he pulled Annie just a little closer, gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and he said to her when she asked about plans, “Plans? Wherever you wish to go, I would be happy to be with you. The tours are okay, but I think we’d have much more fun exploring the castle on our own, and we can certainly walk up the cliffs any time you wish it. However, there is one thing I’d like to do first.”
Canaan drew a deep breath before saying anything else, and looked into Annie’s eyes as he composed himself. “Annie, I don’t know if you truly realize just how special you are. I cannae think of anyone else I would want te be here with, and I wouldnae want te try. You mean all of the world to me, an’…” As he held her hand, Canaan dropped to one knee, drew the jewelry box from his vest pocket, and opened it so Annie could see the ring contained therein.
He spotted it in the window of a shop in Dublin when he was visiting there, and knew at once it was the one, and took it as a sign that the time had come. The ring was done in the traditional style of the Claddagh (ooc: which apparently are given as both an engagement and a wedding ring, as I discovered recently), however where it differed, was the heart was made from a diamond. Needless to say, he purchased it then and there, fearing it might be sold to someone else if he didn’t.
Holding the box so Annie could see the ring, nestled securely in its nest of blue velvet, Canaan added, “I’d be honoured beyond words to marry you, if’n you would be of a mind te allow it. So, will you marry me?”
OOC:Taken by Annabella Clodagh Sheehan
"The curtain rises on the scene, With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes, There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes this part, Through traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat, Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same, But there's no-one we can blame
For there's nowhere we need go, And the only truth we know comes so easily "
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2021 3:46 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2021 6:55 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Member of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers │ Nineteen Years Old │ Engaged │ Animagus
When Annie agreed to marry him, Canaan wanted very much to offer up a howl of sheer joy, and it was just as well Connla beat him to it. It would have been unsettling to others if he'd shifted form there and then to howl at the sky, and lick Annie's whole face. Instead, he settled for glancing over at his old canine companion, whom was bouncing about at the end of his tether in excitement, and chuckling.
He glanced down long enough to position the ring, and making sure it was pointed in the right direction, before looking up into Annie's beautiful eyes, while sliding it onto her finger. All he needed to do was look into her trusting eyes to know he'd made the best decision in his lifetime. Canaan knew they still had much to do before they were wed, but all that could wait for another day. 'God, let this day never end for us,' he thought. If he hadn't a happy memory already to summon a Patronus by, he did now.
By this point, Connla had pulled enough of the extendable lead out of the spool at Canaan's belt, that the leash was wrapped around both him and Annie, and he was doing his happy bark as he danced about. "I love you with all my heart, Annie," he told Annie quietly, before kissing her hand, over the engagement ring. Holding both of Annie's slim hands in his own, Canaan placed them so they were over his heart, as he leaned in to tenderly kiss his fiancée.
OOC:Engaged to Annabella Clodagh Sheehan
"The curtain rises on the scene, With someone shouting to be free
The play unfolds before my eyes, There stands the actor who is me
The sleeping hours takes this part, Through traffic, telephones and fear
Put out your problems with the cat, Escape until a bell you hear
Our reasons are the same, But there's no-one we can blame
For there's nowhere we need go, And the only truth we know comes so easily "
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