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i m a g i n e · 09-07-2010, 09:50 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Hollister

OKAY.

Jack needed an empty room, and fast.

He hadn't really done anything that would get him kicked out of school, this was far from that. But after his mother telling him not to have chocolate whilst at school, Jack felt like a rebel when he'd stolen a chocolate frog from a first year and found an empty classroom on the ground floor. One chocolate frog, that was all Jack needed to make himself the happiest guy alive. Chocolate did weird things to him; it was as if his body couldn't take the amount of sugar level, even if there wasn't that much. There was more sugar in other things he eat, so it may have been the cocoa bean, he wasn't sure. Once Jack had found the room, he quietly left the door ajar and sat at one of the desks, unwrapping the chocolate from it's box, and licking his lips ...

Hunched over her large sketch pad, Cosette hadn't noticed when anyone had entered the abandoned classroom. Her fingers black from charcoal, she ran the black slab across the page, accenting on the dark remains it held. Blowing the few stray bits, she ran her thumb on the recently drawn line, smudging the line all over, blending it accordingly. Biting a red painted lip, she angled the picture to look at it.

She had been sitting on the stone floor for over an hour, trying to capture a decent portrait of the thing before her. Yes, she had been sketching in charcoal for an hour. Looking over the parchment, she looked at the muse she had been painting. She had conjured a single blue bell flame that was dancing around a blue rose, which had been floating in the air in a black onyx vase. Staring at her sketch, it looked the exact same, minus the colours.

Smiling to herself, she looked down to see her drab clothes. Wearing nothing more than a pair of black cotton shorts and a white long sleeve blouse, which was now half black from charcoal stains, she looked positively.. regular. Her blond hair was half swooped up in a frazzled bun and her hands black, along with a small smudge on her cheek and nose.

Getting up fast, she noticed a shadow run into the room, closing the door ajar. With the light being scarcely dim, she took in a soft breath. She had to do an ambush on whomever disturbed her peace. Running over to the ominous shadow, she pointed a wand at the back of the strangers head. "Who are you & why are you here?" She said, her french accent rolling in a harsh manner.

09-07-2010, 09:50 PM	#11 (permalink)
i m a g i n e Plimpy Join Date: May 2004 Location: Kirkwall Posts: 15,042 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fauna L. Gregor Sixth Year	Grey Warden ✗ Fenris ♥ ✗ Archdemon Slayer ✗ Champion of Kirkwall Quote: Originally Posted by Hollister OKAY. Jack needed an empty room, and fast. He hadn't really done anything that would get him kicked out of school, this was far from that. But after his mother telling him not to have chocolate whilst at school, Jack felt like a rebel when he'd stolen a chocolate frog from a first year and found an empty classroom on the ground floor. One chocolate frog, that was all Jack needed to make himself the happiest guy alive. Chocolate did weird things to him; it was as if his body couldn't take the amount of sugar level, even if there wasn't that much. There was more sugar in other things he eat, so it may have been the cocoa bean, he wasn't sure. Once Jack had found the room, he quietly left the door ajar and sat at one of the desks, unwrapping the chocolate from it's box, and licking his lips ... Hunched over her large sketch pad, Cosette hadn't noticed when anyone had entered the abandoned classroom. Her fingers black from charcoal, she ran the black slab across the page, accenting on the dark remains it held. Blowing the few stray bits, she ran her thumb on the recently drawn line, smudging the line all over, blending it accordingly. Biting a red painted lip, she angled the picture to look at it. She had been sitting on the stone floor for over an hour, trying to capture a decent portrait of the thing before her. Yes, she had been sketching in charcoal for an hour. Looking over the parchment, she looked at the muse she had been painting. She had conjured a single blue bell flame that was dancing around a blue rose, which had been floating in the air in a black onyx vase. Staring at her sketch, it looked the exact same, minus the colours. Smiling to herself, she looked down to see her drab clothes. Wearing nothing more than a pair of black cotton shorts and a white long sleeve blouse, which was now half black from charcoal stains, she looked positively.. regular. Her blond hair was half swooped up in a frazzled bun and her hands black, along with a small smudge on her cheek and nose. Getting up fast, she noticed a shadow run into the room, closing the door ajar. With the light being scarcely dim, she took in a soft breath. She had to do an ambush on whomever disturbed her peace. Running over to the ominous shadow, she pointed a wand at the back of the strangers head. "Who are you & why are you here?" She said, her french accent rolling in a harsh manner.