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druidflower · 06-16-2009, 12:40 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by aussiegirl

He was standing on high platform under a very bright spotlight and when he looked down, there was a sea of faces looking back at him screaming their lungs out and going wild. In his hand was a guitar and his fingers were moving over it so fast and the chords were totally awesome. He. Was. Awesome. And as he finished his solo, he could hear the crowd screaming out 'Axe', 'Axe,' 'Axe,' 'Axe'...

"Marcus..."

It was a new voice and it sounded so much closer than the screaming which had now faded away and it was far too quiet. The last time he had woken in such a quiet place he had been tied to chair and was being held by...

He sat bolt upright, flicking his wrist as he did so and his wand was in his hand and pointed out in front of him. Pain seared through his ribs and he cursed loudly as his vision came into sharper focus.

Caroline was not impressed.

"Idiot," she muttered, not bothering to move. He wouldn't curse her. He couldn't even hold his wand properly. The man was in a heck of a lot of pain. If she was right, and she was sure she was, he'd broken his 3rd, 4th, and 5th ribs on the right. Depending on the severity and the location, he could have muscle or cartilidge tears too. She had a bad feeling about that. "Want to stop playing Death Eaters and Aurors for a few minutes so I can keep you from puncturing a lung?" she asked like he was a somewhat stupid child.

Well he kind of was.

Stupid and Immature anyway.

06-16-2009, 12:40 AM	#60 (permalink)
druidflower Nogtail Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: in a PUMPKIN BOAT!! Posts: 4,635 Hogwarts RPG Name: whistle	NeeNee Omniscient Omnipotent Pie Maker Quote: Originally Posted by aussiegirl He was standing on high platform under a very bright spotlight and when he looked down, there was a sea of faces looking back at him screaming their lungs out and going wild. In his hand was a guitar and his fingers were moving over it so fast and the chords were totally awesome. He. Was. Awesome. And as he finished his solo, he could hear the crowd screaming out 'Axe', 'Axe,' 'Axe,' 'Axe'... "Marcus..." It was a new voice and it sounded so much closer than the screaming which had now faded away and it was far too quiet. The last time he had woken in such a quiet place he had been tied to chair and was being held by... He sat bolt upright, flicking his wrist as he did so and his wand was in his hand and pointed out in front of him. Pain seared through his ribs and he cursed loudly as his vision came into sharper focus. Caroline was not impressed. "Idiot," she muttered, not bothering to move. He wouldn't curse her. He couldn't even hold his wand properly. The man was in a heck of a lot of pain. If she was right, and she was sure she was, he'd broken his 3rd, 4th, and 5th ribs on the right. Depending on the severity and the location, he could have muscle or cartilidge tears too. She had a bad feeling about that. "Want to stop playing Death Eaters and Aurors for a few minutes so I can keep you from puncturing a lung?" she asked like he was a somewhat stupid child. Well he kind of was. Stupid and Immature anyway. __________________ always