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Post by Citrine Bailey on Feb 28, 2008 4:34:33 GMT
"...dragged a comb across my head," Citrine mumbled her favorite Beatles song under her breath. "Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up, I noticed I was late." She had a habit of singing this song when headed toward the kitchens. She was thirsty, and "drinking a cup," sounded mighty delightful at such a time. She rubbed her hands together in the cold and pulled her jacket tighter. It might have been a bad idea to go with her usual long coat, practically nonexistent dress attire. Her black boots with blood red laces clicked on the cold cement and her bare legs shone pale in the moonlight. She had her hair tied back, hanging low, long past her rear.
Citrine glanced around upon entering the bare room, busy house elves stumbling around trying to make it look like they were actually doing something before they entered. They all averted their eyes, as if to say they were too preoccupied to acknowledge someone entering. She rolled her eyes and wandered over to a huge stone fridge.
"What to choose, what to choose?" The idea of soda made her stomach turn, the milk was always borderline sour, and water wasn't exactly her forte. Eyes wandering to the back, she smiled and pulled forward a stainless steel pitcher and cringed as she took a little whiff. Sour lemonade, her favorite. But then, having been crammed toward the back, she was a bit suspicious. Turning around, she poured the yellow nectar down the sink, and started on a new blend. She searched the room for fresh lemons.
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Post by skorpio2 on Mar 24, 2008 23:37:47 GMT
A mysterious figure wandered down the halls wearing a black cloak in the holidays.
He had arrived just yesterday and nobody except teachers and some prefects knew he was at Hogwarts.
He stuck to the shadows with no dorm of his own. To people to call friends.
He was all alone. He wandered around exploring the place until he found a secret corridor.
Memories flashed and he saw his two brothers down here, and he also saw Raven Negrohearte and Alexa Bleu his brother's girlfriends.
So he continued his way down until he reached the Kitchens.
There he saw a Girl making some sort of drink.
He walked over and then he saw her reach for the lemons.
He waited in silence not saying anything watching her sticking to the shadows.
He decided he might respond. He went closer too her to see a glance of her face. then when he saw it he retreated. Was this face familiar. It looked evil. When he was near the other side of the room he decided to speak.
Who are you. What is your business here. The Figure said.
He would only reveal himself when the time was right.
and that time wasn't or isn't now.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 26, 2008 20:00:32 GMT
Citrine glanced up when someone entered the room. Had anyone else been in there, they would have never noticed, but Citrine herself - and her kind - stuck to the shadows. She noticed all. She looked down the moment her eyes caught the figure. She didn't want to let him know she'd noticed. Stirring in some sugar and lemon juice, she sighed and waited, until finally she heard a voice.
She was almost startled. It didn't make sense for him to just approach someone like that. But, it was a school of magic and some people had reason to act a little...suspicious. She'd at least try to make him comfortable by acting like an idiot. It was her forte. She stepped away from the counter, smacked her legs together and saluted.
"CITRINE BAILEY, SIR! I AM MAKING LEMONADE, SIR!! PERMISSION TO CONTINUE SITRRING, SIR!!" Meh, that would do it. It was a kitchen, and she was making a drink. Was explanation really necessary?
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Post by skorpio2 on Mar 26, 2008 23:37:06 GMT
Skorpio just looked at her in disgust.
He could tell she wasn't really that stupid. Even if she was pretty stupid anyway.
He looked At her and then he realized she had seen him.
Skorpio Wondered why she was doing this.
Could she think I was a Dark Wizard. I may be a strong Wizard, for my age, but i am no Dark Wizard. he thought solemnly to himself.
Skorpio Stepped out of the shadows. Then he slowly took off his cloaked robe then stared at her is long blond hair streaming down past his shoulders. His Crystal blue eyes shimmering in the darkness.
Skorpio looked at her some more then decided to speak.
Have you ever heard of Skorpio Anda Ford. Also i know you are just acting stupid. As you have noticed me and think i am a dark wizard. You are wrong as I am no Dark Wizard just a Mysterious and Skilled Wizard. He said almost a whisper.
He couldn't let anybody else listen into their conversation.
Skorpio folded up his robe with his wand a Unicorn Horn Oaken Wood Wand. On the end where you held it resolved a Scorpion and the tip was tinted Crimson. The Middle was pure black. Skorpio then sent his robes away back to where he slept along with all his other belongings.
Skorpio just stared at her showing nothing except a face. A Face that you couldn't tell emotions from it or even read the persons personality.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 27, 2008 0:09:02 GMT
Citrine rolled her eyes as he approached her. Wow, what an ass, she thought. Upon removing his cloak, Citrine dared a glance in his direction. He was rather beautiful, she could admit. Like the men she grew up with. Angelic, almost. But it wasn't anything she'd be attracted to. Just a beauty she would acknowledge. When he spoke, though, it was in a mere whisper. Anyone else would have had to lean forward and tune out the sound of the room to listen.
As he spoke, she bit her lip, resisting the urge to laugh. Her intentions were to mock his attitude, but he might have taken her seriously. God, some people were just...a waste of breath. Citrine watched him speak, slipping in and out of the conversation, focusing on his pulse. She could rip out his throat in a mere second. All she'd have to do right now is leap forward...and bite...
She shook away her thoughts and realized she should speak. He had taken her as common, and the thought made her want to take his life that moment. But she resisted, and spoke in a cold tone. She regained her indifference and stared hard at him. "You're not a dark wizard. I know what defines dark, and you've not yet seen real shadows. I've not heard of you and you don't impress me. But if you'd like to try, by all means, go right ahead."
She looked away, and focused on stirring, her anger rising. How she'd like to kill. It had been so long since she had had a good drink and this guy would taste just fine in her book. Though smug came in unnatural flavors.
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Post by skorpio2 on Mar 27, 2008 0:27:53 GMT
Skorpio stared at her and shook his head a bit.
then he saw the glistering fanged teeth and his eyes widened.
He looked up at her then shook his head again as a searing pain went through his head.
He shunned it out then decided he might speak.
Your a vampire aren't you. I can tell you want to take my life, but that will not happen. For you shall not lay a hand on me. Also I am not Skorpio anda ford he is my twin. I am Skorpio Ralmok
but you shall not know my true name.
Who are you? He said to her, his wand at the ready.
Skorpio just waited and watched her slowly moving aroound her sidestepping.
He just waited silently his wand hiding behind his back.
Then he stoped when he heard something.
Something snap. Something small and something skinny.
He looked away then he went to look back to the girl but.......
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 27, 2008 1:12:37 GMT
Citrine threw her stirrer down onto the counter and stomped right up to him with clicking heels.
"I just told you, you damn imbecile.. I am Citrine Bailey, and unless you chill within the next few seconds, I swear to God - " She stopped herself. She couldn't threaten him; he seemed to think he was the almighty himself. She took a deep breath and looked away. If she looked too deeply into his eyes, he'd be dead before she even knew what happened. She could smell his blood already.
"As if I'd bother with you," she said coldly. "And stop trying to be so ... so... I don't know what. Mysterious? Badass? Damn, dude, do you even know where you are?" She shoved him away with a single movement. Anything from him would be too slow, too human. She should just leave now... "I've never heard of your brother. Honest. I pay a lot of attention, but... the name doesn't ring a bell. Whatever mystery you're trying to uncover, it's going to be hard with an attitude like yours."
Suddenly she realized lemonade wasn't going to quench her thirst anymore. In a matter of seconds, she swiftly moved back and pushed it into the sink, the cool liquid spilling out and swirling down the drain. When she looked back, he seemed distracted. But he tried to act like nothing had happened. She had heard the noise, too. Her hearing was well beyond that of a humans.
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Post by skorpio2 on Mar 27, 2008 1:31:08 GMT
Skorpio just watched her his eyes wide open. He could sense something. It was her, Ordinary lemonade wasn't going to quench her thirst anymore. She needed blood. He had once seen a vampire take a life before. What would happen to him would he die or by some unlucky chance transform into a vampire too.
Skorpio just looked the pain still searing through him.
What was causing this pain. He didn't know but he figured Citrine might have something to do with this. She was playing tricks with him and his mind was believing her and becoming forgetful. He had heard of Vampires having dark tricks but was she this much of an advanced Vampire.
What is this Trickery. I know you are causing all this. You must be a dark being to be able to do this sort of stuff. Playing Tricks on my mind like you are making me forget things. Just tell me this one thing. What is your name? He said then he realized that was the third time he had said that.
Skorpio jumped his wand out in an instant pointing it at her.
He just stared at her his wand pointed. he was transfixed not looking at her but rather looking through her.
He noticed a mirror above the sink but no reflection.
Then she must be a vampire He thought to himself still staring right through hair.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 27, 2008 2:43:14 GMT
She smirked in his general direction. Apparently she was playing a game she was not aware of. It was becoming fun to be in the presence of such an immense idiot. She strolled behind the counter, further away from him, eyes now mocking, rather than annoyed. He seemed convinced that she'd bite him. Unfortunately, she hadn't had a bite in about six months. She didn't believe in killing innocent humans, unless they had no objections...or were borderline dead. She'd rather save lives than take them. But this man was obviously unaware of such possibilities.
"Look, I'm not gonna argue that. I am a dark being. But, trust me, I have no business with trickery. I don't care enough about anything to act. I'm just kind of here..." She looked at him. He had grown pale, and was obviously genuinely scared. It was so strange to see such a reaction from someone. "You can stop playing Clue; I'm not hiding anything. I am a vampire. And I'm damn proud."
She didn't smile, she was sure he had already seen the fangs. Smiling drained her of her energy. Instead, she moved quickly, a sudden breeze against her face, and then over in an instant. In less than a second, she had traveled across the room, now inches away from the boy's face. Her hair was still flowing back to her face in resistance. She could see into his eyes more clearly now, and upon looking, she found years of sadness...and a mystery waiting to be solved. She leaned an inch or two forward, and whispered, "See? Nothing special," with a smile, her fangs finally revealed.
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