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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 6, 2008 0:33:24 GMT
It was a few days since Midnight had collapsed in the Placidus Mansion, the time she had spent unconscious and being given potions to renew her strength and reverse the effects of the time she had spent locked up and refusing to eat at all.
Another wave of nausea crashed over Midnight as she tried to move. This didn't feel like the floor in the abandoned mansion in Placidus, it was, different... Opening her eyes slowly, the werewolf looked around groggily, she was in, the Hospital Wing? Weird, she couldn't remember going to the Hospital Wing. Unless... The human! Of course, it must have been her. Memories came flooding back to Midnight, collapsing whilst hiding from Haushinka, hearing Olli and Thunder come looking, where were those two? She wanted to see her cubs. Ugh. "Thunder...." She whispered, voice still cracked and broken through lack of use. Trying to lift her arm up, she discovered that her right arm was chained to the bed, probably so she wouldn't run off or attack anyone. At least her decision to refuse human attire and she was still wearing the remains of the torn t-shirt and baggy jeans as she was from the change that was well before Christmas.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 8, 2008 14:17:42 GMT
[green]Although boring, Billie was getting used to the Hospital Wing. However, she suspected that she wasn't as bad as they said she was and only kept her in for fear that she might harm herself. She'd spent most of the time asleep, with the curtain drawn. She couldn't take another first year hypochondriac.
It was when she heard that voice her eyes opened wide. She clutched onto the white bedsheets. Hopefully the curtains around her bed were still closed. No such luck. She saw the flea ridden, dirty beast. Although wanting to stay silent, she couldn't help but utter and quiet word, "Kit." She whispered, not knowing if it would be her last word or not.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 8, 2008 14:40:44 GMT
The werewolf's ears twitched, she didn't need to look to see who had uttered her name, and Midnight really didn't have the energy to argue or snap the chain keeping her there. A small spark of hatred and mistrust flickered in her dead, lifeless eyes before they were closed once again. "I assume you were waiting 'till I was awake? Go on then, hurry up and do it." The werewolf growled hoarsely, tilting her head back and exposing her scarred neck, the marks where each chain link easily visible on the pale, bloodstained skin. One of the easier ways to get rid of Midnight was just to sever her head, well, it was either that or use the killing curse, and Midnight doubted that Leonardo would have let Billie keep her wand.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 9, 2008 15:55:50 GMT
[green]Fear filled her. Her eyes were widened, she just stayed silent, that is until Kit spoke, causing her to jump. "Please don't kill me. Please. You have a family. So you know what it's like. You don't want to leave them do you? Then don't make me leave my kids." She begged, pausing. Did Kit think she was going to kill her? "I-I'm not going to kill you." She stuttered, in a hoarse whisper. She just knew that come nightfall, when Kit might have her strength back, she'd have to be careful.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 9, 2008 18:37:22 GMT
The stench of fear invaded Midnight's senses. "What's the matter, don't like it when I don't try fighting back?" The werewolf sneered. "Or is it because someone might come in and catch you?" She added, cracked voice over flowing with contempt, at least Midnight had the conviction to stick to her word when she had been bothered enough to try. Jason had once said that she was as bad as this, pathetic, scum sucking b*tch, how wrong he was. "Maybe you prefer it when I look less like your species and more like my own, admittedly, I still have to wear this revolting human skin and shape, but I don't have to stay completely this way." She continued, with an almost taunting tone to her voice, looking at the skin on her left fore-arm, considering biting it to regain some of her more lupine appearance. It would of course, mark the clean, pale expanse of unscarred skin that had reformed during her last change after being severed by that prat, Leonardo.
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Post by Christopher Anthony Brian on Mar 9, 2008 19:57:37 GMT
Chris came down into the hospital wing, carrying a charcoal colored shoulder bag, which was full with his heavy school books, and some treats he had collected from breakfast for Billie - the food in the hospital wing was awful. Chris did this every day before school, and it often meant being late for lessons, but he didn't care.
The faint voice of Billie put a smile on Chris's face, she was getting better by the day. Hopefully Billie would be released soon. The Slytherin made his way past the many beds and soon came to Billie's bed, but his smile suddenly dropped when he saw the body of Kitiara Tuck chained to a bed beside Billie. "What is she doing here?" snapped Chris angrily, glaring at the bed, which had previously been curtained away from the public.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 15, 2008 16:11:13 GMT
[green]"Oh don't you start too. Kitiara. You know that I don't want to kill you." She growled, "And that wouldn't stop me if I really wanted to. Everyone knows what I am now." She lay back, trying to hide her fear. Failing miserably.
the entrance of Chris both annoyed her and relieved her. Annoyed her because he'd visited her every. god. damned. day. But at least Kit couldn't try to murder her again now. "Chris. Please be nice. I still want to live to see my childrens first steps." She sighed. [/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 15, 2008 16:30:15 GMT
Midnight snorted in disbelief. "Liar." The werewolf sneered in response, Billie was human, and like the rest of her miserable species, she wanted to exterminate anything different to herself.
"Got some balls since last time?" She growled back at Chris, remembering how he almost wet himself when Midnight got angry. Flexing her hand and cracking the joints on each finger one by one, looking at the fingers with slightly opened eyes. This scum thought they were better because they were human?! They were weaker, healed slower, died easier and less resistant, fools.
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Post by Christopher Anthony Brian on Mar 17, 2008 20:13:50 GMT
"Nice? Why should i be nice to this b*tch. She has ruined enough peoples' lives!", spat Chris, as his hand jumped into the pocket of his robes, and pulled out his wand. Billie had been turned into a nervous wreak because of Kitiara Tuck, but thanks to Chris visiting her every day, she was slowly getting back on track, without the need of a phycatrist."The twins have nothing to fear against that human Kitiara Tuck", he snorted.
"Least I've got more balls that you", Chris laughed, with his trembling wand arm nervously pointed at Kit. "I didn't attack a defenseless, caring mother of twin babies, who would have never hurt a fly!". Christopher could feel the anger boiling inside him, as he approached Kit's bed, with his wand pointing at her.
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 17, 2008 20:40:23 GMT
More than anything that Chris had said or did, the thing that made her snap and grab him by the throat then slam him down on the bed she was on was saying that Midnight was human, so what if he pointed his wand at her? So what if he was deluded as f*ck? So what if he called her a b*tch? Non of that mattered to the werewolf.
Squeezing tightly and snarling slightly, Midnight leaned in, glaring at the insignificant worm. "What did you call me, scum?" She growled, gaunt face inches from his. With the chain around her wrist at breaking point. "You think I would be associated with your filthy species? Your arrogant, self centred species that thinks it's better than every other species? You scumbag." She snarled anger coursing through her system.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 18, 2008 21:28:50 GMT
[green]From the moment that left Chris' lips, she knew what the next moevments were going to be. She was still weak but, nonetheless, she screamed and sat up straight away. "Kit! No!!" She yelled, "Let go of him. I know he's stupid, but don't sink to the level I probably would!" How could Chris be so dumb. And he knew how dangerous she was. For christs sake, she'd threatened to kill him. She'd cast the cruciatus curse upon him before! "Chris. Get it into your head. I'm a danger. And you know it."[/i] She growled at her little stalker.[/green]
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Post by Christopher Anthony Brian on Mar 22, 2008 21:28:08 GMT
As Chris was grabbed by his throat, his wand spriraled into the air, and landed into a bucket of human vomit, which lay beside a student's bed. Thankfully the hospital wing was currently empty apart from one student, who had been given a strong dose of sleeping drought.
His throat was behind squeezed to tightly, so there wasn't any way for Chris to respond, not that he had the guts to anyway. Images of the way Billie had ill-treated Chris flicked through Chris's mind. The way Billie had once attacked Chris with crucio, when he had tried to protect the twins. He wondered if she was really worth all this after all. Chris tried his hardest to push those thoughts to the back of his mind, and remain in the current situation. "I love you Billie, i'll do anything for you and the twins" Chris managed to growl, before passing out.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 22, 2008 22:18:59 GMT
[green] He angered her, to say the least. He didn't love her, no one loved her anymore, Leo came close to loving her, but that was it. "No you don't!" She yelled at Chris, a second after he passed out. "Kit, he's unconscious. Theres no point in wasting anymore energy on him." She muttered to her old friend. She stared at the boy, cold stares that lay in her eyes.[/green]
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Post by Kitiara Tuck on Mar 22, 2008 23:20:08 GMT
Midnight snarled, not caring what anyone said, well, until that wuss fainted. The werewolf wanted to see the slime ball squirm as she choked the life out of him. Throwing him away from her, Midnight growled, leaning back on the hospital bed. "One reason why I shouldn't. One reason why I shouldn't do exactly what your kind would do to me, and have always tried to do to me? Wouldn't take much effort to rip you apart, you're only human after all." She growled, loathing coursing through her system.
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Post by Billie Joe Bryant on Mar 23, 2008 21:18:08 GMT
[green]Although part of her knew that she'd helped create this, she cast it out of her mind and concentrated at the current moment. "Kitiara. You and I both know that you wouldn't kill me. Certainly not for meat, you know I wouldn't taste nice to a beast like you. After all. The amount of things I don't eat that you seem to love. Meat, milk and...well... Food is a rare thing for me in general now, anyway." She smirked. "I bet it sickens you, to think of how close we used to be. You're the godmother to Gerard and Georgia, remember?" She pulled herself up and sat back, it wouldn't be long until she'd be discharged. Joy was growing cold towards her. She stared at Midnight, cold yet casual leering.[/green]
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