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Post by hazelhazels1 on Jun 22, 2008 18:41:55 GMT
[For Alucard]
Running in circles Chasing pain Of yesterday Shaken - fearful Because I've come Back for what is trouble
Everyday - day, after night, after day - was the same. The sun rose, day light broke, the day began. The same old routein would revolve; students rushing to classes, following their timetales; ignoarant of the lonely red head who wandered, slowly, through the halls. Mudblood, the Slytherins called her. She was taunted by them. Not as badly as she had been used to in muggle society, but badly enough to upset her and set her back from social circles. The hufflepuff girl was alone, not only in the physical sence, but also in her mind. Her family gave little thought for their 'freak' of a relative, and she had few friends in school. It wasnt that she was a horrible person - on the contrary, if she acted like herself around people she could probably be quiet popular. The slightly klutsy day dreamer was kind and friendly, very bright and energetic, maybe too much so. Yet she was afraid to let herself open up. She was too used to being hurt. Sol she kept her number of friends low. That way, if anything ever happened, there was less people to get hurt; and a lesser chance of Bryony herself getting hurt if they were ever harmed. In a way, it was selfish of her, yet she didnt care. She had a right to be selfish.
Sighing, Bryony wandered along the edge of the lake slowly, kicking a stray pebble as she did so. Her usual red high heels were gone in place of a comfy pair of sneakers. Her torn jeans were comfortable yet too baggy for her liking - but her clothes were all in the wash. Robes didnt suit her, and so she had the black uniform slung over her arm. Her shirt was a vibrant lime green colour with song lyrics printed in pale pink upon the front of her torso.
Have I no evil Citizen Cain
The writing was bold and stood out upon her chest. She was a statement girl, that much was obvious by her appearance. A rebel, she tried to hide the fact that she didnt abide by rules with any enthusiasm. She hated following guidlines; hated being told what she can and cant do. But in a place like Hogwarts, what choice did she have but to play by the rules? She stopped, facing outwards with bright blue eyes towards the center of the lake. The sun was lowering in the auburn skies, casting lilac pink hues across the heavens. The ripples upon the water sparkled like gems. She could only smile at the serenity of the place. Night was taking over. It was past curfew, but again, she was a rebel. She could sneak back in later. She didnt realy care if she was caught or not. Anything was better than following the same old routine as always - she wanted to break the mold, become something unique and carefree instead of this caved in persona of a girl. She wanted to be free of the tauntings the Slytherins gave her - she wanted to be brave like the Gryffindors, smart like the Ravenclaws, cunning like the serpents in green. But here she was - a hufflepuff. What was with that name anyways? Puff? She snorted in mock laughter. She realy was pathetic, wasnt she? Neither smart, or brave, or cunning. She was just Bryony the mudblood. Nothing more, nothing less. But she wanted to be so much more different than she was now.
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Alucard Integra
Hufflepuff
5th Year Vampire
I've thought of a wonderful present for you...shall I give you despair?
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Post by Alucard Integra on Jun 23, 2008 16:04:06 GMT
Alucard not feeling like being in the mountains nor being in the dorm. He had come down to the like earlier and was laying about 5 feet from the lake. He heard someone coming but didn't look until a small pebble had hit him on the head. Turning he saw it was a hufflepuff. He himself was a hufflepuff. Though the only thing that really put him into it was loyalty. He didn't believe in fair play but he guessed he also fit in tolerance. He put up with the dogs fairly well.
She just kind of stood there staring out at the lake. He was just going to leave her alone, but he just couldn't. So, he said, "Hello. What brings you down to the lake on this fine night?" He stood up brushing some of the dirt of himself. Taking a look around, his red eyes just picking up his surroundings, he sighed in relief no one else was around.
Taking a few steps forward so he could get a good look at her face. He stopped. He may be curious but he should at least let things progress at its own rate. So, he didn't get a good look at her face but he was close enough for a conversation to start without having to raise voices to hear.
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Post by hazelhazels1 on Jun 23, 2008 19:08:16 GMT
Strange calls to meet those Who feel and know How to give up The stage lights
Her hand lifted, brushing stray locks of fiery hair behind her ears. But it was to no avail; the wind that swept about her dainty face merely counter acted and the hair fell, once again, across her pale features. The wind covered up the sound of the shifting body moving closer, and she barely caught his voice over the rush of air that swept over the lake. She was, of corse, surprised that she was not alone. But then again, she wasnt very perseptive. That, and she hadnt bothered to scan the environment before wandering away after dark. Perhaps she had made a mistake in doing so. Hello. What brings you down to the lake on this fine night? The voice seemed polite and well spoken to her. Very formal, old fashioned somehow,especialy compared to her own shortened language. She turned, her aqua eyes settling upon a male around her own age. Strange - she had been expecting a teacher. She sighed, realising she had been holding her breath. Her shoulders tensed up though and somehow she didnt feel safe. Of corse, she was probably just being overly cautious; she wasnt used to being spotted during one of her midnight stroles."H-hello." She stuttered, her voice quiet yet loud enough for the guy to hear her. "I was just..." Just what? What was she doing here, anyway? She glanced around wearily, then back towards the red eyed person. "Taking a walk." She finished lamely, her voice nervous yet carefully slow. ut this cautious facade fell apart once her brief explination was finished; she snapped with a fiery voice; "And what about you, hey?" Her voice was a little louder, more defensive, almost agressive. Afraid.
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Alucard Integra
Hufflepuff
5th Year Vampire
I've thought of a wonderful present for you...shall I give you despair?
Posts: 305
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Post by Alucard Integra on Jun 24, 2008 15:53:59 GMT
Alucard himself wasn't wearing his uniform he hardly did unless the event was fitting. He wore it for school about the only time really. He wore a black, knee length leather coat, and fitted black and worn pants. At his feet were black leather boots with clicked ever so slightly when he walked. With his silver hair falling over his eyes, and his black clothes hugging his body. He absolutely loved the mid nineteenth century.
Alucard laughed his mouth opened wide as he did. Two pearly white fangs showed themselves, Alucard hoped she hadn't noticed. "I was watching the stars, trying to find constellations and just doing naught. Then a small rock hit me and i saw you." he said with small smirk on his face.
"So, how are you?" he asked nicely. He looked out at the lake for moment because he heard a fish or something else of the lake jump. Turning back he smiled. His eyes took in every detail of her quickly. He read her shirt. Looked away quickly. He knew girls didn't like it when you stared at their chest, yet the always had some kind of writing over such spot. He never understood that.
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Post by hazelhazels1 on Jun 24, 2008 16:16:26 GMT
Razor pain Rubbed it all away, love Still, didnt notice it until it was too late
He was innocently gazing at the stars when a stone hit him in the head? Sje glanced to the side and spotted the rough brown pebble not far from the side of the lake. The very same pebble she had been kicking so absently beforehand. She went slightly red, embaressed to have done such a stupid thing. She realy was an idiot. Needless to say, Bryony had little self confidence. She turned back to the strange silver haired guy. Raising her hands to her mouth she blinked, dumbfounded and apologetic, mumbling mostly incoherant words as she did so. "Ohmygodimsosorry" Her words came out quickly and overlapped a little. Annoyingly, she knew her voice had become slightly more high pitched. She cleared her throat, making sure she breathed to stop herself from hyper ventalating. So, how are you? He was still talking to her after hitting him in the face with a rock? She blinked, confused, her blue eyes wide and round as she stared at him. She glanced over his body, trying not to let him notice. His torso was covered with a black outfit void of any real colours. Monotone. Scary. Bryony forced hereyes back to his face. His red eyes both startled her and awed her as she watched his face carefully. He didnt seem too bothered about the whole rock-face incident. "Err...Im fine...You?" She answered slowly, uncomfortable, yet curious. Who was this strange guy? She didnt remember seeing him around school. Yet did she ever realy pay attention? Hecould've been in all her classes and she wouldnt have noticed him. She always kept to herself. She qondered wether he recognised her or not. She doubted it. "Im Bryony...Bryony Renoir." She added, just in case. Besides; she wanted to know his name. She was too curious for her own good. Curiosity killed the cat she told herself silently.
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