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Reincarnation Jones · 09-03-2010, 03:33 PM

Always accepting new arrivals. Please PM me if you want to play.
(The way I'm running this game makes it easy for people to join in the middle of plot.)

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Originally Posted by The Daily Prophet

Outlaw Numbers Increasing

The Minister of Magic, Brighton Tannenheight, spoke to this reporter personally, giving his explanation for the growing numbers of fugitives fleeing the country as the backlash to the 'No Tolerance' policy that was implimented more than 15 years ago. In case you've been living in a cave or in a deep, irreversible sleep for the last two decades, this 'No Tolerance' policy was instated in the best interest of the greater wizarding population in 2062 after the Muggle activist group, the Nonmagical Supporters, discovered the existence of magic and began taking negative actions against us. This group was responsible for the Quidditch World Cup incident of 2054 in which twenty witches and wizards were killed.

"It's really of the utmost importance that every witch and wizard obey even the smallest infractions to our laws," the Minister says. "While the punishments may be harsh, in many cases resulting in expulsion from society, these rigid consequences have had a positive reaction on the criminal activity of our world."

This 'expulsion from society' is, by widespread rumor, nothing less than a death sentence for the criminals in question. While no one outside the Ministry of Magic is certain of the method by which the sentences are carried out, it's certainly enough to send lawbreakers fleeing the country. When asked about the growing number of convicts escaping Britain's boundaries, the Minister had this to say:

"Unfortunately, we have had very little luck with recapturing the outlaws and bringing them to justice. Three years ago, however, after the capture and interrogation of Artemis Braker, a man who had at one time been the leader of the Evacuation Movement--as it has been called--we did discover the reason we are having so much trouble and we are ready to provide that information to the public. There is a sort of an underground system," Tannenheight saus, "that is erasing the memories of these outlaws and then relocating them to other countries. These outlaws, themselves, have no idea that they've ever broken any laws, which is making it difficult to locate them. However, providing this information to the public and making them aware of this growing problem, hopefully we may gather information to help us put an end to this rampant fugitive problem."

So, I’ve been experimenting with new ways of RPing that will prevent RPs from dying out before they’re finished. And I succeeded quite well with my previous RP, Misplaced Memories, which was actually finished. This is its sequel. Don't worry. You don't have to go back and read the original in order to participate. If your character did not exist in the previous RP, then they simply do not know what happened in it and won't know unless one of the old characters mentions it.

Now, this is how this is going to work. I will NOT be playing any character. I will be playing the plot. You should all interact with each other and I, as the plot, will tell you what happens as a consequence of your actions (if any).

I’m also adding a new element to this RP: You don’t build your own character sheets. I'm tired of everyone playing within their comfort zone with characters they know how to play. I will, of course, take suggestions about what type of character you would like to play, but in general, you have no idea who you’re playing. How will this work, you ask? Well, allow me to tell you.

I have a few thumbnails of faces below. You will choose what your character looks like. And, over the course of the game, I will give little bits of your memory back. Quite possibly including your name. And you get to try to piece together what has happened to you and decide what to do about it.

My rules are super easy but very important

1. Have fun. That’s always number one.
2. There is NO minimum amount line for your posts. Sometimes, you can’t do more than one sentence.
3. When you DO post, however, please check your spelling and grammar.
4. Be kind to your fine posting friends.

Pretty sure that’s it… but I reserve the right to add more, though these worked perfectly well for the last one.

Here, I have a list of the previous characters from Misplaced Memories. These characters are reserved for the people who played them previously. I've included to which country you have been sent. (You will need to pick new names and occupations for your characters.)

~~Seth Mathias Carlito (phoenix_tears) - Iceland~~
Adriano Timothy Daniels - Muggle Policeman
~~August Loris Cadogan (silver.bullet) - Australia, Perth~~
Theodore Louis Allinder - Wildlife Photographer
~~Tristan Darius Coleman (Gryffindoll) - Australia, Sydney~~
Truman Rhys Othello - professional photographer
~~Aidan Corey Henryk (samthehpfreak) - Australia, Darwin~~
Charlie Nicholas Romani - Tour Guide (but a little more on the dangerous side of tours)
~~Jeffrey Adam Philbert (Gryffindorgurl) - New Zealand~~
Anthony Robert Collier - professional driver
~~Sylvestre Félicien Pierre (J-E-L-L-O) - Canada~~
Adrien "Frenchie" Jardin - Muggle Pilot
~~Lisette Katarina Corey (Emms) - Australia, Sydney~~
Zoé Abigial Cunningham - David Jones Assistant Manager
~~Beryl Irina Robin (Dee-Dee) - Canada (I assumed you wanted to go with Sylvestre.)~~
Ryan "Logic" Anthony - waitress
~~Charlotte Daphne Stephanos (xiiWishiWasYours) - US, Vermont~~
Stephanie Christine Drews - Fashion Designer
~~Laryn Dionne Whitney (city_girl_95) - US, Wisconsin~~
Ellenor Samantha Hodges - Family Attourney
~~Sydney Cordelia Dougal (Lindzers) - US, Utah~~
Sienna Lily Darling - hostess
~~Sunshine Adele Jack (EmilyMalfoy) - US, Vermont~~
Isabelle Marie Flow - Childrens' author
~~June Hazel Dougal (princess of *hp*) - US, Utah~~
Jessica Laurel Darling - chef
((I did not include characters that went inactive. Your character faded into nothing back in the room. Sorry.))

So, here are the available characters (with their ages). If they get filled up, I can add more. Once you select, I'll tell you who you're playing.

Please ask for the number next to the photo mini.

1. ~~24 years old~~ Add1cted
Monica Hope Delancey - lounge singer

2. ~~27 years old~~ SnapesGirlThru&Thru
Olivia Priscilla Honor

3. ~~26 years old~~ DracikinsLover4321
Michelle Roberta Daniels

4. ~~23 years old~~ phoenixfirex12
Tamantha Terrian Spicer

5. ~~25 years old~~ LoveMePlease
Jacqueline Santana St. James

6.

27 years old

7. ~~25 years old~~ ImaBRE!
Christopher Lance Rivers

8.

28 years old

9. ~~21 years old~~ McFeisty
Graham Niles Westerly - bartender

10. ~~26 years old~~ Emishlon
William Edgar Jones - bouncer

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J-E-L-L-O · 10-12-2010, 11:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee

Logic could barely convey the proper emotions of confusion, shock, and terror before her wide eyes fell onto Frenchie stalking toward her and taking the still-shouting reciever from her hand. She glanced up at him and then worriedly at the window.

At Frenchie's words, however, her eyes flashed back to him just in time for him to push the phone back into her hands. Logic placed it back to ear immediately. Je---Tony? That was the last thing she got out before Jeffery said he had to go and hung up.

Logic sat there for amount before she felt the plane swerve sharply before levelling out again. She hung the dead phone back up before standing up and heading straight for the cockpit. What was that about, Frenchie? What the hell were you thinking?! she asked him agressively as she entered, swivelling around his pilot's chair to face her. It was odd that her expression - a few inches from his own since she seemed to be adhering literally to the 'in-your-face' approach - was not one of anger, but one of pain.

Frenchie felt his chair being swiveled around and the next thing he knew Logic's face was inches from his. She looked sad and that hurt most, he frowned, "I was thinking that if Jeffery stays in New Zealend with his daughter wizards, like the one who almost shot us out of the sky, will go after him and Angel," he said looking into Logic's eyes, "they will kill him and his daughter but if he comes with us the wizards will follow him and leave her alone." He sighed, "it may not be the best idea but......" he said running a hand through his hair.

LaFresita · 10-12-2010, 11:59 PM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie felt his chair being swiveled around and the next thing he knew Logic's face was inches from his. She looked sad and that hurt most, he frowned, "I was thinking that if Jeffery stays in New Zealend with his daughter wizards, like the one who almost shot us out of the sky, will go after him and Angel," he said looking into Logic's eyes, "they will kill him and his daughter but if he comes with us the wizards will follow him and leave her alone." He sighed, "it may not be the best idea but......" he said running a hand through his hair.

Even that first sentence had enough impact to shut Logic up pretty quickly. After that she was accosted by the way Frenchie was looking into her eyes and not looking away. His words were sinking into her one by one and she slowly released her grip on his chair and, without turning away from him, slowly lowered herself into her own. It was when he ran his hand through his hair and omitted 'it's the only plan that could save them' that Logic burst into tears for the first time since they'd been trapped in the room ten years ago and quickly covered her face with her hands, though it didn't much soften her sobs.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 12:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee

Even that first sentence had enough impact to shut Logic up pretty quickly. After that she was accosted by the way Frenchie was looking into her eyes and not looking away. His words were sinking into her one by one and she slowly released her grip on his chair and, without turning away from him, slowly lowered herself into her own. It was when he ran his hand through his hair and omitted 'it's the only plan that could save them' that Logic burst into tears for the first time since they'd been trapped in the room ten years ago and quickly covered her face with her hands, though it didn't much soften her sobs.

Frenchie watched as she went back to her chair, and then she burst into tears. Frenchie was up on his feet and at Logic's side in a split second, he looked at her and hugged her, "Logic breath, everything will be okay," he pulled away from the hug, his hands on her shoulder and looked at her, she hadn't said anything but h could guess why she was crying "I promise you everything and everyone will be safe."

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 12:20 AM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie watched as she went back to her chair, and then she burst into tears. Frenchie was up on his feet and at Logic's side in a split second, he looked at her and hugged her, "Logic breath, everything will be okay," he pulled away from the hug, his hands on her shoulder and looked at her, she hadn't said anything but h could guess why she was crying "I promise you everything and everyone will be safe."

Logic leaned willingly into Frenchie's open arms as he hugged her, and she tried to take his advice. It worked to a point - she wasn't sobbing as much and her breathing was becoming easier but tears were still sliding down her cheeks as she pulled her hands away and kept trying to take deep breaths. Her eyes searched until they found Frenchie's. With everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, Logic felt as if he was all she had to cling to. "Frenchie," she said in a whisper as the tears continued to streak down from her eyes. The only thing Logic could think to do after that was the inevitable: she pressed her lips to Frenchie's.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 12:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee

Logic leaned willingly into Frenchie's open arms as he hugged her, and she tried to take his advice. It worked to a point - she wasn't sobbing as much and her breathing was becoming easier but tears were still sliding down her cheeks as she pulled her hands away and kept trying to take deep breaths. Her eyes searched until they found Frenchie's. With everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, Logic felt as if he was all she had to cling to. "Frenchie," she said in a whisper as the tears continued to streak down from her eyes. The only thing Logic could think to do after that was the inevitable: she pressed her lips to Frenchie's.

Frenchie looked at her, she wasn't crying as much anymore and that was good. Her eyes locked onto his and he smiled at her, a reassuring smile he heard her whisper his name and the next thing he knew she was kissing him, his eyes widened and he kissed her back. His mind had gone fuzzy and he really couldn't think straight, but he managed to pull away slightly reluctantly and looked at Logic with a raised eyebrow, "what was that for," he asked.

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 12:30 AM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie looked at her, she wasn't crying as much anymore and that was good. Her eyes locked onto his and he smiled at her, a reassuring smile he heard her whisper his name and the next thing he knew she was kissing him, his eyes widened and he kissed her back. His mind had gone fuzzy and he really couldn't think straight, but he managed to pull away slightly reluctantly and looked at Logic with a raised eyebrow, "what was that for," he asked.

Logic's tears ceased as her lips met Frenchie's. Her mind went blank. She had lost all reasonable thought. Or was it the unreasonable side she had lost? Either way, she only came to her sentences when Frenchie pulled back from her. Her eyes remained closed for a moment before she slowly opened them. At his question, Logic's heart sank - what had she done? "I... don't know," she said slowly, hesitantly even as she met Frenchie's eyes once more.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 12:43 AM

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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee

Logic's tears ceased as her lips met Frenchie's. Her mind went blank. She had lost all reasonable thought. Or was it the unreasonable side she had lost? Either way, she only came to her sentences when Frenchie pulled back from her. Her eyes remained closed for a moment before she slowly opened them. At his question, Logic's heart sank - what had she done? "I... don't know," she said slowly, hesitantly even as she met Frenchie's eyes once more.

Frenchie looked at her, his mouth formed a thin line and he cleared his throat, he looked into Logic’s eyes and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. “Why don’t we just forget that happened,” he said as he stood up and offered her his hand, ”Come on there is a small kitchen in the back, and I don’t know about you but I am hungry.” He smiled a small smile, hiding the pain in his heart.

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 12:57 AM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie looked at her, his mouth formed a thin line and he cleared his throat, he looked into Logic’s eyes and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. “Why don’t we just forget that happened,” he said as he stood up and offered her his hand, ”Come on there is a small kitchen in the back, and I don’t know about you but I am hungry.” He smiled a small smile, hiding the pain in his heart.

On the outside Logic just looked helpless and scared, but on the inside the gears were turning and turning in her brain, trying to make sense of what she was doing and what she was thinking. She had lied to Frenchie; she knew that. Logic knew exactly why she'd kissed him. Sort of.

When he kissed her forehead and said they should forget it, however, it sent a whole new course of feelings through her: rejection, solitude, fear.... Logic hesitantly placed her hand in his, a confused look on her pale features as she tried to smooth it over. "Errr, yeah, I am, now that you mention it," she said, standing up. In reality food was the last thing on her mind.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 01:24 AM

Frenchie smiled and looked at Logic, she seemed confused he stopped in midstride, "Logic," he said in a concerned tone, she was hiding something, "what's wrong?" He searched her face looking for an answer, normally her face was an open book to him but not this time. His eyes met hers yet again, "You can tell me anything, just like I know I can tell you anything," he said with a caring smile.

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 01:41 AM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie smiled and looked at Logic, she seemed confused he stopped in midstride, "Logic," he said in a concerned tone, she was hiding something, "what's wrong?" He searched her face looking for an answer, normally her face was an open book to him but not this time. His eyes met hers yet again, "You can tell me anything, just like I know I can tell you anything," he said with a caring smile.

Damn. Frenchie knew her too well to let her get away with that one. "Nothing," Logic said immediately when he asked her what was wrong. But then he gave her that smile that said 'I'm here for you' equally as much as his words did. "Frenchie, I can't do this! I can't pull of the 'everything's okay' charade when everything is most certainly not okay." Logic pulled her hand from his and crossed her arms with a frustrated sigh as she turned from him slightly, looking out into the clouds once more. "I'm not going to pretend like nothing happened," she said finally.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 01:53 AM

Frenchie looked at her, as she talked he sighed and shrugged "Okay then, no more pretending......no more acting like everything is okay, if that is what you want," he said as he watched her look out the window, he heard the last thing she said and his brow furrowed, "fine so tell me what did happen." He looked at her, watching what she said and did.

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 02:20 AM

Logic was surprised at how versatile Frenchie was being, agreeing with what she was saying after he had been the one to make the decision to pretend otherwise in the first place. She looked back over at him, her crossed arms dropping to her sides as her eyes briefly swept him up and down. "What happened is I kissed you. And that's not something you can just brush off, Frenchie, I know you," she said quietly, a little surprised at herself now to see that she didn't break her eye contact with him.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 08:50 AM

Frenchie looked at her and nodded, "You are right there, Logic, I can't just brush it off," he said stepping closer to her "I don't want to either but I also don't want to believe that....you kissing me was an accident on your part." He looked down at her, his eyes never leaving hers "so if you wouldn't mind explaing to me, why did you kiss me?"

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 10:17 AM

Logic didn't move as Frenchie took a step closer to her. As she heard his words, she swallowed once with some difficulty, but her gaze still hadn't wavered from his. She tried again to swallow the lump in her throat and met a little less resistance this time. "Because I never gave it a thought before... and that wasn't fair to either of us. The timing might have sucked, but I needed to know..." Logic swallowed painfully again. She couldn't go on from there. He would understand what she meant, though, right? Didn't they owe it to themselves? Especially since she knew that Frenchie had probably wanted to for a good while now. Maybe it was the upset with Jeffery that drove her to do it, but still.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 07:49 PM

Frenchie looked at her, and smiled a small smile, he nodded. His eyes traveled to the window and he looked out at the sky, he looked back at Logic, "Alright then," he said, he understood what she meant, "so what did you find out?" He wanted to know if she had felt what he felt or if..... He shook his head ever so slightly, he just wanted to know if he had a chance with Logic or if he should just learn to get over her.

LaFresita · 10-13-2010, 09:37 PM

Logic took a deep breath. She knew that, whatever his calm and composed expression was saying on the outside - it was lying. He was dying to know what she thought so he wouldn't get caught in the limbo of giving up or fighting like hell; it was what she would do in his situation. "I..." Logic tried to begin that way and it wasn't working. She couldn't finish the thought. She couldn't for sure say it how she knew Frenchie wanted her to. "I care about you Frenchie, I really do. I don't know if it's exactly how you feel about me, but it's definitely a 'more than friends' feeling," she finished, somewhat ashamedly. Ugh, she really wanted to make things better, but she just couldn't say she.... loved him. She barely knew what that word meant! "I just.... I don't know enough to say it the same way you did."

J-E-L-L-O · 10-13-2010, 09:50 PM

Frenchie swallowed, and looked at her as she talked, "Okay," he said with a nod, that was all he needed, he was not going to give up but he also wasn't going to push her he knew that she couldn't say the same thing he had said but there was still a chance, "I understand Logic." He smiled and offered her his arm, "we have a four hour flight ahead of us and some lunch wouldn't hurt," he said nodding his head toward the back kitchen, "shall we."

Gryffindoll · 10-13-2010, 10:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Emms

ooc: Okay =]

She looked at Tristan- Truman.. She hadn't seen him in a while.. well years to be honest. Truth be known, Zoe still felt terrible about what she "Lisette" did to Tristan. = She blushed slightly, he looked handsome. She thought that she'd never see his beautiful eyes meeting hers.

She nodded. "I think so.. Truman? That's your name now.. right?" she asked. She walked forward and peeked outside the door. It was clear... no bodyguards in sight. "Thank you for.. erhm,.. saving me." she said, with a genuine smile on her face. "I'm assuming that you got the letter... " Zoe pulled out her letter. She looked down and then back at him. "Sorry about... the incident that occurred a few years ago.." she explained. She truly was sorry and hoped he knew it.

Oh yes.. He probably didn't know her name now. "My name is Zoé. Want to start over?" she said, holding out her hand for him to shake. She hoped he would shake it. They would need to leave soon, more people might be coming...

Tristan could only afford a small smile as Lisette mentioned his new name. He wasn't sure how she came to know of it - most likely through his photographs, his work was definitely no secret and much more successful in Australia than it had been in England - but it still felt so strange to hear it coming from her lips.

There was a sort of awkward, strange feel in the air, and Tristan was finding it difficult to find something to say, just watching her, admiring the way she had changed. She didn't look much older, and she still seemed as lively and full of life as she did in that photograph he had taken so many years ago. But then, suddenly, she spoke. At her words, Tristan's dark eyebrows rose with surprise. The last thing he had expected from her, and at this moment especially, was an apology. But he appreciated it, a more genuine smile now adorning his face which had grown a bit scruffy with the carelessness of a busy photographer's lifestyle.

"That's… the past now. It doesn't matter," he said softly, listening as she then shared her new name with him. It suited her, he thought, though it would be hard getting used to it. As she held her slender hand out to him, Tristan's dark eyes fell to it for a moment before he took it, nodding his head slightly at her words. "Sure thing, Zoé," he said with a smile. "Though I still prefer Tristan, by the way," he added with a slightly more lively smile before he seemed to snap back to reality, to remember where they were and how standing here chatting probably wasn't the safest thing. "C'mon, let's get out of here before they come back," he said, leading the way back out of the room, his hand never leaving Lisette's as they made their way out the open door and into the crowded airport ('cause they're in an airport, right? Can't remember…) "Who were those people anyway?" he asked, turning to her as they made their way through the crowds, camouflaged by all the different people heading in different directions in rushed steps, none wanting to miss their flight.

Watson · 10-13-2010, 11:20 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

Tristan could only afford a small smile as Lisette mentioned his new name. He wasn't sure how she came to know of it - most likely through his photographs, his work was definitely no secret and much more successful in Australia than it had been in England - but it still felt so strange to hear it coming from her lips.

There was a sort of awkward, strange feel in the air, and Tristan was finding it difficult to find something to say, just watching her, admiring the way she had changed. She didn't look much older, and she still seemed as lively and full of life as she did in that photograph he had taken so many years ago. But then, suddenly, she spoke. At her words, Tristan's dark eyebrows rose with surprise. The last thing he had expected from her, and at this moment especially, was an apology. But he appreciated it, a more genuine smile now adorning his face which had grown a bit scruffy with the carelessness of a busy photographer's lifestyle.

"That's… the past now. It doesn't matter," he said softly, listening as she then shared her new name with him. It suited her, he thought, though it would be hard getting used to it. As she held her slender hand out to him, Tristan's dark eyes fell to it for a moment before he took it, nodding his head slightly at her words. "Sure thing, Zoé," he said with a smile. "Though I still prefer Tristan, by the way," he added with a slightly more lively smile before he seemed to snap back to reality, to remember where they were and how standing here chatting probably wasn't the safest thing. "C'mon, let's get out of here before they come back," he said, leading the way back out of the room, his hand never leaving Lisette's as they made their way out the open door and into the crowded airport ('cause they're in an airport, right? Can't remember…) "Who were those people anyway?" he asked, turning to her as they made their way through the crowds, camouflaged by all the different people heading in different directions in rushed steps, none wanting to miss their flight.

She gave him a genuine smile, he had grown a lot, not to mention him almost having a beard now. She thought she would have never seen him again. And she was grateful to have his help. A warm smile moved onto her lips. Zoé almost giggled when he said her name. "All right, Tristan." she said. She was glad to see him, alive and well okay.

Then they started to walk out and he grabbed her hand, which made her blush. His hand was warm and soft. She turned her head and looked for more security guards. Few.. none where coming after them. She looked at him. "I don't know.. People from the Ministry, perhaps? But I don't understand how they could have found me.." she explained. "So basically how I ended up in that room was that I was called up to the front desk by them. The lady who called me looked very uncomfortable standing between them. Then when I went over there to tell them who I was.. they just took me away. It was so strange" she told him. She pulled her bag closer to her and looked for the gate that she had met the lady.

"All passengers flying to London, England on Quantas flight QA60. Is now boarding.." said a voice.

Zoé pulled out her ticket (with her free hand) and stopped. That was her flight! "Tris- That's the flight that I have to be on. If we don't get on that plane then those people will come and get us.. and.." she said. She looked at Tris. "Kill.. us" she added. She said the last two words weakly, she didn't like the thought of death. She sighed and looked at him. "Come on let's go!" she said.

LaFresita · 10-14-2010, 02:24 AM

Logic couldn't help but return the smile Frenchie gave her his change in mood was quite obvious from her perspective but it was quite possible that less astute eyes would find it more difficult to spot the difference. He knew she hadn't counted him out and that was what mattered. "Yes, lunch sounds good right about now," she said with a small smile as she accepted his arm. It was incredible the speed with which her hunger returned to her. "I'm sorry," she said quietly as they approached the kitchen.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-14-2010, 10:12 AM

Frenchie's smile grew as she smiled back at him, as long as she was okay, he was to. He led her over to the kitchen in the back of the plane, the flight attendants cooked back here on flights longer than 3 hours, there was a small fridge filled with a multitude of foods, he looked at Logic as he heard her speak, "Why are you sorry?" he said, "you have nothing to be sorry about my dear."

Gryffindoll · 10-14-2010, 01:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Emms

She gave him a genuine smile, he had grown a lot, not to mention him almost having a beard now. She thought she would have never seen him again. And she was grateful to have his help. A warm smile moved onto her lips. Zoé almost giggled when he said her name. "All right, Tristan." she said. She was glad to see him, alive and well okay.

Then they started to walk out and he grabbed her hand, which made her blush. His hand was warm and soft. She turned her head and looked for more security guards. Few.. none where coming after them. She looked at him. "I don't know.. People from the Ministry, perhaps? But I don't understand how they could have found me.." she explained. "So basically how I ended up in that room was that I was called up to the front desk by them. The lady who called me looked very uncomfortable standing between them. Then when I went over there to tell them who I was.. they just took me away. It was so strange" she told him. She pulled her bag closer to her and looked for the gate that she had met the lady.

"All passengers flying to London, England on Quantas flight QA60. Is now boarding.." said a voice.

Zoé pulled out her ticket (with her free hand) and stopped. That was her flight! "Tris- That's the flight that I have to be on. If we don't get on that plane then those people will come and get us.. and.." she said. She looked at Tris. "Kill.. us" she added. She said the last two words weakly, she didn't like the thought of death. She sighed and looked at him. "Come on let's go!" she said.

Tristan listened as Zoé explained to him what had happened, suggesting that perhaps the people who had taken her had been from the ministry. His brows furrowed slightly as he took this in, a thoughtful expression washing over his features, those that no longer belonged to a young teenage boy but to a man already halfway through his twenties.

And then came the voice calling for a flight - their flight. Tristan looked around the crowds for a moment as Zoé urged him to hurry, reminding him they had to catch the plane. He was almost following her at first, but then he stopped abruptly, his hand still securely around her own. He'd lost her once already, he didn't want to lose her again; he had a bad feeling about this flight. "They know which flight we'll be on," he told her simply, though there was a hint of urgency in his voice. "They know we're headed to England, they knew that your ticket was for this flight. They won't give up; I'll bet anything they'll be in the plane as well, just waiting for you - for us," he said, and though he had no proof of this he seemed completely sure. It was logical; the ministry wouldn't give up until they could find and catch them all. They had to get to England, but not like this, not on this flight; they'd be caught before they could even step on English soil.

"We have to find a different way there. Either we take another flight at a different airport, or we try to… floo there. We might even have to do a bit of flying - on a broom," Tristan explained to her with a small smile crossing his lips. It felt so foreign, the idea of flooing places and flying on a broom. It was true he had regained almost all of his magical ability over the past few years, but it was still something he was not completely and entirely used to; he had grown used to life the Muggle way, not wanting to attract any attention from the ministry.

After a moment, he stopped walking. They stood by the foot of the electric stairs, all the people hurrying to their flight rushing past them. "So, which will it be?" he asked Zoé, referring to her preference on how they would go about this - a different flight or magic? He personally had no preference, they would both be risky ways to go about this, but neither one was half as risky as boarding that plane right now, when those after them already knew their flight.

LaFresita · 10-14-2010, 08:12 PM

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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O

Frenchie's smile grew as she smiled back at him, as long as she was okay, he was to. He led her over to the kitchen in the back of the plane, the flight attendants cooked back here on flights longer than 3 hours, there was a small fridge filled with a multitude of foods, he looked at Logic as he heard her speak, "Why are you sorry?" he said, "you have nothing to be sorry about my dear."

Logic swallowed once more and managed a small smile at his words. She would just let it drop then. She didn't want Frenchie upset. He was the only person she could count on. And she cared about him.... "Yeah, you're right," she said, attempting to raise a corner of the weak smile by the corner of her mouth.

J-E-L-L-O · 10-14-2010, 10:21 PM

Frenchie smiled at her, "There is that pretty smile I have been missing," he said as they entered the kitchen, he turned on the stove and turned to Logic, "so my dear Logic what are you hungry for?"

Watson · 10-15-2010, 03:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

Tristan listened as Zoé explained to him what had happened, suggesting that perhaps the people who had taken her had been from the ministry. His brows furrowed slightly as he took this in, a thoughtful expression washing over his features, those that no longer belonged to a young teenage boy but to a man already halfway through his twenties.

And then came the voice calling for a flight - their flight. Tristan looked around the crowds for a moment as Zoé urged him to hurry, reminding him they had to catch the plane. He was almost following her at first, but then he stopped abruptly, his hand still securely around her own. He'd lost her once already, he didn't want to lose her again; he had a bad feeling about this flight. "They know which flight we'll be on," he told her simply, though there was a hint of urgency in his voice. "They know we're headed to England, they knew that your ticket was for this flight. They won't give up; I'll bet anything they'll be in the plane as well, just waiting for you - for us," he said, and though he had no proof of this he seemed completely sure. It was logical; the ministry wouldn't give up until they could find and catch them all. They had to get to England, but not like this, not on this flight; they'd be caught before they could even step on English soil.

"We have to find a different way there. Either we take another flight at a different airport, or we try to… floo there. We might even have to do a bit of flying - on a broom," Tristan explained to her with a small smile crossing his lips. It felt so foreign, the idea of flooing places and flying on a broom. It was true he had regained almost all of his magical ability over the past few years, but it was still something he was not completely and entirely used to; he had grown used to life the Muggle way, not wanting to attract any attention from the ministry.

After a moment, he stopped walking. They stood by the foot of the electric stairs, all the people hurrying to their flight rushing past them. "So, which will it be?" he asked Zoé, referring to her preference on how they would go about this - a different flight or magic? He personally had no preference, they would both be risky ways to go about this, but neither one was half as risky as boarding that plane right now, when those after them already knew their flight.

Zoé looked at Tristan. They would? she thought. She shuddered at the thought. Tristan was right. His words made Zoé look at the gate as they walked away. Shivers crept down her back as they walked away. Reminder: Don't go near there. She was about to ask him how did he know this or what do you suggest the other alternative is, but he replied.

She raised her eyebrow. "Floo there? I don't have any floo powder, do you?" she asked. "I have a broom, but won't they be watching the skies.." She tried to think this over, again and again. "I don't think we should take a different flight because if they found out about this one, then they know. Let's use.." she began and then with a whisper, finished. "Magic. What about brooms? Or maybe a portkey?" She had made up her mind. She watched the people run to get on the plane, their plane that they would have gotten on.

"I think we should use magic. And you?" she said. She pulled his hand. "We should keep moving.. Just in case they come." She gave him a soft smile.

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