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HPRP: ••KA: RPotW•• ->Misplaced Memories: Fugitives by Force
Janus Thickey WardHas your role-play reached its natural conclusion or fallen under a barrage of spells? If so, it will be kept here for permanent care.
••KA: RPotW•• ->Misplaced Memories: Fugitives by Force
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.)
Quote:
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 oldAdd1cted
Monica Hope Delancey - lounge singer
2. 27 years oldSnapesGirlThru&Thru
Olivia Priscilla Honor
3. 26 years oldDracikinsLover4321
Michelle Roberta Daniels
4. 23 years oldphoenixfirex12
Tamantha Terrian Spicer
5. 25 years oldLoveMePlease
Jacqueline Santana St. James
6. 27 years old
7. 25 years oldImaBRE!
Christopher Lance Rivers
8. 28 years old
9. 21 years oldMcFeisty
Graham Niles Westerly - bartender
10. 26 years oldEmishlon
William Edgar Jones - bouncer
Quote:
Originally Posted by Announcement
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Graham Niles Westerly put his hand in his apron as he had just recently been laid off from a job in a small coffee house. The coffee house had, gone out of business it wasn't like he was merely let go. However, as he reached his hand into the pocket of the apron which had been sitting in his closet for the last week, he felt something a piece of paper it seemed. He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read. "The time is at hand."
It wasn't until a moment later, mid-reading that he noticed the other part of the note in the apron's side pocket. Curse the many pockets that Barista's aprons came equipped with.
"Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, ... are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England.... Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A." He quickly read the note skimming sections that didn't pertain to him, it wasn't as if he was dead or anything to that extreme. "okay then, england here we come!" Quickly Niles put all of his belongings into a camping-style backpack he only had about 500 dollars american, a fake-passport which wasn't really all that important know...or so it would seem, and a few sets of clothing, all of his things fit into one bag. He quickly put on his last and final touch, three items he had come accustom to wearing as a way to blend in. Those being a worn in leather Jacket, a pair of thrift-store sunglasses aviator style, and a tattered news-boy cap.
It took Niles nearly five minutes to realize that his most important possession was still hidden in the cavity behind the false brick. It would be hard to do much of anything without your wand, now wouldn't it.
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IT'S NOT AN ACT OF LOVE __________________________________________________ ___________ ____________
IF YOU MAKE HER ____________
Feeling so fly like a D-Criss| Jess's NOM | GERONIMO | Part Hobbit | Victimised by Moffat
Aiden Charlie woke slowly, like every morning. But something was different this morning. One, the alarm didn't go off, two, his hair was in a hideous condition and three, there was a note in his pj pocket. He took it out and...
The time is at hand.
A bit of a smile spread across his face, but he liked being Charlie. Charlie is an awesome name, but anyway. Looking at the note he whispered a few words "The time had come for the fulfillment to begin." and before his eyes the message morphed and changed, now reading...
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A.
He folded the note up and placed it on his bedside table, where he had found it. He didn't have to go to work today ... did he? no, no he didn't. Good, he could pack. He rolled out of bed and started to pack ... without getting out of his nerdy striped pj's.
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everytime i think i had enough, i start heading for the door-------------------------------------------
there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
Heart keeper ♥ l Rawrrr ll domestïc equïne ll cherryy''
Adriano, Seth formerly, walked confidently into the police station, to start his night shift. He greeted his fellow co-workers smiling and made his way to his office which was located at the far end of the corridor. He's been promoted throughout his working career, as he had a knack for spotting criminals and as his superiors called it a 'special gift' in dealing with law breakers. So now he had a whole office to himself and had been offered a place to study paranormal criminal minds at a police academy. He smiled widely as he entered his clustered office, he was very satisfied with his working career. He felt successful and had a goal in his life. Which made his life stable and made him a happy person, thankfully.
He walked to his desk and sat down there, waiting for the first call of his day. He was always eager about work. He noticed a small piece of paper on his desk, thinking that it was a message from a day-time collegue he picked it up and read what was written. He was stunned into silence, he didn't even notice his office phone ringing shrilly beside him. So this was it, his stunned brain told him.
"The time had come for the fulfillment to begin." He whispered, as finally he realised what was going to happen. His brain untangled itself and he was able to think rationally once more. Then when that sentence had escaped his mouth, more writting appeared on the note. He read it carefully, then re-read what was written. So the time has finally come, the time when he had to go away, leave everything behind.
Sharp memories flooded his mind, and he remembered vividly the agreement that they had settled to; years ago. His thoughts were broken when Martin walked into his office fuming and shouting about a break in. Seth, Adriano, listened only half-heartedly and got up to his feet. He crumpled the note in his hand and put it in his pocket.
He decieded to finish his last shift, then he'd head back to his apartment and finish some last errand before leaving. Leaving back to England. He sighed and nodded at Martin, making his way out of the office.
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Palm trees, Ocean breeze ..
Salt air, Sun bleached hair .. Endless Summer; Take me there .. ♥
August Theo was in the middle of the Conservation Area in Perth to shoot the wildlife of the animal there. He dived his bag looking for another lens then he saw a piece of paper in his bag. 'I don't remember I have this when I left my flat' he thought. Curiosity took him. He read the note carefully.
Quote:
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A.
"Well finally we have to go back to England" he said to himself. Pity he loved it here. The weather, the people, his job. He sighed. He packed his camera and put it back to his bag and he went back to his flat to start packing. 'I wonder what will waiting for us there' he thought
Monica walked around the house a bit, tying back her hair getting ready for her show, wearing her dress and stilleto heels on, walking out the door while putting on her heels, the left one had a note inside of it, she looked slightly strange at the note, then remembered what it was talking about, then she left it on the side of her kitchen table before walking out of the door quickly and rushing to the club she was performing at.
After leaving for her show a few blocks down the street at the club closest to her, she began singing her cover for a take that song, Said It All and a few other songs, which she sang very well, before bowing and leaving back to her apartment, tripping over slightly bruising her left arm and her right elbow, she got up and quickly got home before looking at the note again, "I get to go back to England again?" she said, booking a one way flight to Manchester airport and getting a coach from Manchester to London.
Taking around 5 hours, she slept for most of it, then waking up and going to Hogwarts entrance, then heading for hogsmede and sleeping at a nearby inn waiting until the 14th of August, Shouldn't be too long she thought, then remembering she could have just apperated to Hogsmede, or something... but whatever, she was there now, so she waited patiently for a few days in the inn before noticing the date, Its still quite a few days away, she thought, unpacking and putting on more reliable clothes to keep her warm and walking around, then staying in for a day after going shopping.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
OOC: My apologies for not having been more clear. This is 10 years AFTER the events of the previous RP, for all of my returning players.
Also, I've decided to install a reward system in this RP. For any post I feel that has gone above and beyond, the character shall receive a small snippet of memory or a small item as a reward. I'll include those below.
One other thing, and this one is IMPORTANT! If you don't feel like you character would want to completely leave his or her life behind to go back to England only to fight more of the same old battle you've escaped from... DON'T GO. Simple as that. Chances are, I will utilize the plot in such a way that it will drag you back to England kicking and screaming (), but please, please, please: Do what you think your character would do. Even the characters that have memory loss. Do what YOU would do in the situation. That is all. XD
And... these are not in order of post.
SPOILER!!: phoenix_tears
Quote:
Originally Posted by phoenix_tears
Adriano, Seth formerly, walked confidently into the police station, to start his night shift. He greeted his fellow co-workers smiling and made his way to his office which was located at the far end of the corridor. He's been promoted throughout his working career, as he had a knack for spotting criminals and as his superiors called it a 'special gift' in dealing with law breakers. So now he had a whole office to himself and had been offered a place to study paranormal criminal minds at a police academy. He smiled widely as he entered his clustered office, he was very satisfied with his working career. He felt successful and had a goal in his life. Which made his life stable and made him a happy person, thankfully.
He walked to his desk and sat down there, waiting for the first call of his day. He was always eager about work. He noticed a small piece of paper on his desk, thinking that it was a message from a day-time collegue he picked it up and read what was written. He was stunned into silence, he didn't even notice his office phone ringing shrilly beside him. So this was it, his stunned brain told him.
"The time had come for the fulfillment to begin." He whispered, as finally he realised what was going to happen. His brain untangled itself and he was able to think rationally once more. Then when that sentence had escaped his mouth, more writting appeared on the note. He read it carefully, then re-read what was written. So the time has finally come, the time when he had to go away, leave everything behind.
Sharp memories flooded his mind, and he remembered vividly the agreement that they had settled to; years ago. His thoughts were broken when Martin walked into his office fuming and shouting about a break in. Seth, Adriano, listened only half-heartedly and got up to his feet. He crumpled the note in his hand and put it in his pocket.
He decieded to finish his last shift, then he'd head back to his apartment and finish some last errand before leaving. Leaving back to England. He sighed and nodded at Martin, making his way out of the office.
The break-in actually turns out to be worse than Martin first thought when he told you about it. The police showed up early as the silent alarm was going off. The burglar is still in the house, but now he has hostages--a single mother and her two sons, four and eight.
SPOILER!!: samthehpfreak
Quote:
Originally Posted by samthehpfreak
Aiden Charlie woke slowly, like every morning. But something was different this morning. One, the alarm didn't go off, two, his hair was in a hideous condition and three, there was a note in his pj pocket. He took it out and...
The time is at hand.
A bit of a smile spread across his face, but he liked being Charlie. Charlie is an awesome name, but anyway. Looking at the note he whispered a few words "The time had come for the fulfillment to begin." and before his eyes the message morphed and changed, now reading...
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A.
He folded the note up and placed it on his bedside table, where he had found it. He didn't have to go to work today ... did he? no, no he didn't. Good, he could pack. He rolled out of bed and started to pack ... without getting out of his nerdy striped pj's.
You go to your closet and you sigh heavily as you look through your tattered clothes. There isn't really much of a dress code where you work (other than the name badge and the safari hat they make you wear), which means you tend to wear your regular clothes on walkabouts. Of course, this also means that much of your clothes have been torn and ripped by various animals. You still keep your lucky t-shirt that was shredded almost to pieces with a drop bear jumped out of a tree and onto your back. You still have a series of scars between your shoulders and you never could get all the blood out of the fabric, but it was still kind of a cool momento.
SPOILER!!: Lindzers
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lindzers
She was being chased, hunted by those she wanted revenge upon... They were yelling at her and, naturally, she was screaming back. Then all of a sudden, not paying attention to what her feet were doing, she turned a corner and fell. She fell through the darkest curtain and once she passed through it she didn't stop. She just went falling... flailing through the air with nothing to stop her...
Sienna (for that was now what she thought of herself as) woke up with a start, as her nightmare came to an end. Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. Letting out a quiet sigh of exasperation she clambered out of bed. Sienna eyed the alarm clock sitting upon the bed side table.
5 am. She couldn't believe it. The dream had stolen another good night of sleep from her.
The girl crept across the room toward the light switch, doing her best not to trip over anything. Once she turned it on, she did a quick survey of the room... just because. That dream made her paranoid. Everything seemed to be in place. Shrugging the paranoia off, she made her way over to the closet. She might as well get ready for work, while she was awake. Sienna pulled her uniform on numbly, like she'd done nearly every day since she'd arrived there, and pinned the name tag on her chest.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, staring placidly. The woman wasn't quite sure what to think. If it hadn't been for the mussed hair and the blank expression on her face she was so famous for, Sienna would have looked very pretty. At the moment, if she could be described with one adjective, though, the one to go for would be tired.
Not liking what she saw, she turned her back on the mirror and made a grab for the standard white tennis shoes. They were standing by the closet door.
As she pulled them onto her feet, Sienna noticed something funny, though. Not funny as in amusing... funny as in odd. She didn't recall ever leaving money in her shoe...
Or paper for that matter. Slipping it off her foot, Sienna pulled the paper out. The time is at hand. Her eyebrows creased as she read the words on the not. Melodramatic, much? Sienna thought she might know what this was about at the sight of those words. She didn't want to jump to conclusions though. And she definitely didn't want to give herself any false hope.
She was not disappointed though. As the letters began to rearrange themselves she nearly squealed. Her eyes widened a little when she finished. So it was time. Revenge time.
Slowly, a grin formed on her lips. Unable to contain her excitement, Sienna dashed out of her room and into the hallway, one shoe on and the other off. Her sister's door wasn't far from hers, thankfully. Sienna did hesitate outside of June/Jessica's door, but it wasn't long before she convinced herself that she would want to hear the news ASAP... That she was doing her a favor.
"OIIII!" She raised her fist to pound on the wooden door. "Jessicaaaa!" she sang, in a cheerful voice that sounded almost unnatural coming from her lips. "I need to tell you something!"
OOC: Moxy, this is wonderful. You're growing the character and you're one of my prize-winners. I'll let "Jessica" respond to you before I post to you guys, but I thought I'd let you know.
SPOILER!!: phoenixfire12
Quote:
Originally Posted by phoenixfirex12
She got up out of her bed and turned on the lamp. She noticed a piece of paper that she could have sworn was not there before. But, then again she couldn't remember much these days.
The time is at hand, the note read. As she read it, Tamantha remembered something she felt had been missing for awhile. But the memory, was that what it was, or was she just imagining things, seemed distant like it was missing too many pieces to be reckognized. She felt in her gut that this, whatever she had just remembered was real, that it was part of the reason why she had been incapable of remembering things lately.
"The time has come for the fulfillment to begin," she spoke the words to herslef, and as she spoke them she knew they were true. But what fulfillment was about to begin? Well of that, Tamantha wasn't quite sure. After she had spoken the words the note added more words onto the paper. It now told her she needed to go to the Hog's Head on August 14th.
She didn't have time to think about that now. She would try to figure out what was going on later. For now Tamantha needed to get dressed and get ready to go to work. Just because you find a magical note does not mean time stops and you no longer have responsibilities.
OOC: You also win. Because you didn't immediately drop your life just because you got a magical note. XD Love it. Had you picked your own job? I don't remember. Would you like to? Or do you want me to assign you one?
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gryffindoll
Tristan, better known as Truman now, found the note in one of his pockets just as he was in the middle of a photoshoot for a wedding. His dark eyes widened at the words scribbled on the paper, and his heart suddenly began to race, to beat a little faster. He had nearly forgotten about that… experience. He'd gotten used to life in Australia, he loved his new job, he found that he actually enjoyed carrying around a camera and seeing through its lens more than he had expected to when he first found the job. It was something exciting for him, and just when he though his life was made and he could live like a normal person… this note arrives.
He couldn't ignore this, though. He knew he, along with everyone else who had been in that room, was on a mission. He couldn't bail.
As soon as the wedding was over that night, the young man headed back to his apartment with a busy mind, many thoughts tangling themselves in his head. He wasn't very eager to head back to England, to complete that task they had been assigned so many years ago (I think this is years later… right?), not now when life was going so smoothly for him, when he'd found a steady job, something he had a passion for, and had learned to love life here in Australia. He was perfectly happy being Truman Rhys Othello, he didn't want to be Tristan Darius Coleman. Not again.
But despite all this, he knew he had no choice. So as soon as he reached his apartment, he got to work, pulling out his most valued belongings and beginning to pack.
As you pack, you stumble across the old photograph of Lisette twirling in circles as she giggles at you and makes kissy-faces.
SPOILER!!: McFeisty
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Originally Posted by McFeisty
Graham Niles Westerly put his hand in his apron as he had just recently been laid off from a job in a small coffee house. The coffee house had, gone out of business it wasn't like he was merely let go. However, as he reached his hand into the pocket of the apron which had been sitting in his closet for the last week, he felt something a piece of paper it seemed. He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read. "The time is at hand."
It wasn't until a moment later, mid-reading that he noticed the other part of the note in the apron's side pocket. Curse the many pockets that Barista's aprons came equipped with.
"Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, ... are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England.... Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A." He quickly read the note skimming sections that didn't pertain to him, it wasn't as if he was dead or anything to that extreme. "okay then, england here we come!" Quickly Niles put all of his belongings into a camping-style backpack he only had about 500 dollars american, a fake-passport which wasn't really all that important know...or so it would seem, and a few sets of clothing, all of his things fit into one bag. He quickly put on his last and final touch, three items he had come accustom to wearing as a way to blend in. Those being a worn in leather Jacket, a pair of thrift-store sunglasses aviator style, and a tattered news-boy cap.
It took Niles nearly five minutes to realize that his most important possession was still hidden in the cavity behind the false brick. It would be hard to do much of anything without your wand, now wouldn't it.
OOC: I love this. I love the last paragraph so much, I can't even explain. You're the grand prize winner of this round.
When you go to retrieve your wand, you find a small, dusty coin lying next to it in the cavity. It's not a currency you recognize at all, and you certainly didn't leave it there yourself. Suspicious...
OOC: Before you get upset, I realize that not most of you who posted did not get a reply. That means leg it to Hogsmeade.
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Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Elle stepped into her kitchen, reading through her case notes, a new family a new problem, she thought darkly, scanning the first page for anything that particulary stood out and highlighted the words father has previous conviction for manslaughter, fabulous she muttered, this was going to look great on her resume, trying to get a violent father back with his child, this was the problem with taking a sick day, you came back and all of the decent cases were gone.
She wandered over to her fridge, her black coffee waiting on the side and pulled open her black american style huge fridge, she grabbed the milk, not noticing the little note fall out and she turned back to her coffee, pouring in some of the semi skimmed milk, she took a sip of the scalding hot coffee and she restrained the urge to scream and wake up Daniel upstairs, she closed the fridge and took another sip, smoothing down her suit and picking up her briefcase she walked out of the kitchen, through the hall and out of the house to her Landrover, she chucked the briefcase in the back of the car and pulled open the drivers door, jumping in, shutting the door and starting the car. When the engine was purring away she pulled off the handbrake and began to drive down her drive to her office.
Later that day she arrived back at her picket fenced house and jumped out of the car, pulled out her keys and walked up the path, her Loubitanns tapping off the stone gravel she put the key in the lock and stepped in the house, she walked up to her bedroom and changed from her office clothes to some jeans and a slouchy jumper, Daniel was still out so she decided to make him some dinner for when he came home, she walked down the stairs, her bare feet making a flup noise with each step until she came to the kitchen, she flipped on the light which was where she saw the note, she walked over to the note, picked it up, unfolded it and read it, watching it change into words
Quote:
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A.
Elle scratched her head as a sudden memory popped into her head, The time had come for the fulfillment to begin she murmered quietly, she pulled open her laptop, booking a ticket, but not for England ho-no, this was for Barbados, where she could get some space from David and his possesivnes, she walked up to her room, packed her bag and walked out of the house, throwing her case in the back of the car and driving to the airport, back to her destiny, but this couldn't take too long, but she had to find herself, she only had a week ticket, and if it took any longer than that, well screw him, she had her life, her girls, her career career and she wasn't just going to drop it, this was a holiday from work, and him, nothing more
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Tonight we are young. So lets set the world on fire---------------- ----------------------------Belle-Marie. Hufflepuff. Fifth Year.
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♫ ♥ Where are my garters?! / hyphens-are-cool / THE NORTH GATE ♥ ♫
Logic put her unsipped coffee in the sink without even thinking about it and immediately headed to her room to pack her things. With the thoughts going through her head, the fact that she was actually going was quite incredible. She didn't want to. She had a life there now. The fact of the matter was that being Ryan Anthony was so much better than being 'Beryl Robin' (I mean, who wanted their name to be Beryl anyway??)
But still, Logic was packing her things without saying a word. It was her responsibility now. It was all of their responsibilities. And it was them she was doing it for - not the ones who had suffered the same fate since she had ten years ago, but those who had suffered it with her. Augie, Lisette, Jeffery, Seth, Laryn, Frenchie.....
Speaking of which, she hadn't seen him in awhile. She paused in her packing to frown and look around the room as if he were going to suddenly materialize there at her nonverbalized wish for it. Still frowning she threw her last shirt in her suitcase and zipped it up, holding back a sigh that wanted to pass across her lips.
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Originally Posted by Reincarnation Jones
You go to your closet and you sigh heavily as you look through your tattered clothes. There isn't really much of a dress code where you work (other than the name badge and the safari hat they make you wear), which means you tend to wear your regular clothes on walkabouts. Of course, this also means that much of your clothes have been torn and ripped by various animals. You still keep your lucky t-shirt that was shredded almost to pieces with a drop bear jumped out of a tree and onto your back. You still have a series of scars between your shoulders and you never could get all the blood out of the fabric, but it was still kind of a cool momento.
As Charlie opened the closet, there really wasn't much wear-able stuff in there. He sighed as he started to rummage through the tattered clothing. Almost everything had a rip in it, especially his lucky t-shirt, which pulled out and had a good luck at, which was hard, it was hardly in one piece any more. It seemed a bit stupid to keep it really, the ruddy bear had practically destroyed it and there was a bunch of scars between his shoulders from that ruddy bear. So the t-shirt had blood on it as well, but it was cool, it reminded him of that stupid bear and his stupid actions that got him attacked. He folded the t-shirt up as much as neatly as possible without ruining it further. Then he continued to go through the rest of his closet, pulling stuff out, but most of it was either horrible or ripped. Every now and again he would fold something up and put it in his bag, on top of the supposedly lucky shirt.
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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee
Logic put her unsipped coffee in the sink without even thinking about it and immediately headed to her room to pack her things. With the thoughts going through her head, the fact that she was actually going was quite incredible. She didn't want to. She had a life there now. The fact of the matter was that being Ryan Anthony was so much better than being 'Beryl Robin' (I mean, who wanted their name to be Beryl anyway??)
But still, Logic was packing her things without saying a word. It was her responsibility now. It was all of their responsibilities. And it was them she was doing it for - not the ones who had suffered the same fate since she had ten years ago, but those who had suffered it with her. Augie, Lisette, Jeffery, Seth, Laryn, Frenchie.....
Speaking of which, she hadn't seen him in awhile. She paused in her packing to frown and look around the room as if he were going to suddenly materialize there at her nonverbalized wish for it. Still frowning she threw her last shirt in her suitcase and zipped it up, holding back a sigh that wanted to pass across her lips.
Frenchie sighed, he had to go he knew he did even though he didn't want to. It was his duty to go and help people so they wouldn't end up like him, without memories living a different life. He frowned as he walked into his room, he began packing. He reached into his drawer next to his bed and retrieved the watch he had gotten from his mother, he still had no idea how to read it but he just liked holding it and looking at it. It made him feel as if his mother was there with him, and if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could remember one solitary memory. Him his mother and his siblings on a picnic in the shadow of the Eiffel tower, the memory gave him the boost he needed to go. He smiled a sad smile and placed the watch in his suitcase. He ran a hand through his hair as a thought occurred to him.....Logic. He grabbed his suitcase and grabbed a taxi to her house, she lived about 20 miles away. He walked up to her door, and stopped before knocking, she would have gotten a note to....had she decided the same as him, was she going back. He knocked on the door............
♫ ♥ Where are my garters?! / hyphens-are-cool / THE NORTH GATE ♥ ♫
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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O
[COLOR="Black"]Frenchie sighed, he had to go he knew he did even though he didn't want to. It was his duty to go and help people so they wouldn't end up like him, without memories living a different life. He frowned as he walked into his room, he began packing. He reached into his drawer next to his bed and retrieved the watch he had gotten from his mother, he still had no idea how to read it but he just liked holding it and looking at it. It made him feel as if his mother was there with him, and if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could remember one solitary memory. Him his mother and his siblings on a picnic in the shadow of the Eiffel tower, the memory gave him the boost he needed to go. He smiled a sad smile and placed the watch in his suitcase. He ran a hand through his hair as a thought occurred to him.....Logic. He grabbed his suitcase and grabbed a taxi to her house, she lived about 20 miles away. He walked up to her door, and stopped before knocking, she would have gotten a note to....had she decided the same as him, was she going back. He knocked on the door............
Logic looked up as she heard a knock on the door. She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her favorite store before completing her outfit with her grandmother's ring. She touched it for a moment when she put it on before grabbing her bag and heading through to the living room. She set it down by the door before swinging the latter open.... Frenchie was right there. She managed a smile.
In the time since they'd all been locked in the room, her highlights hand grown out and all that was left was her straight dark hair, which she usually put a little curl in - as much as it would hold. Other than that nothing had changed but the few inches of height she had gained. Of course, she'd seen him since then. "You got the message?" she asked.
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SPOILER!!: Sydney/"Sienna" <3
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Originally Posted by Lindzers
She was being chased, hunted by those she wanted revenge upon... They were yelling at her and, naturally, she was screaming back. Then all of a sudden, not paying attention to what her feet were doing, she turned a corner and fell. She fell through the darkest curtain and once she passed through it she didn't stop. She just went falling... flailing through the air with nothing to stop her...
Sienna (for that was now what she thought of herself as) woke up with a start, as her nightmare came to an end. Her throat was dry and her heart was pounding. Letting out a quiet sigh of exasperation she clambered out of bed. Sienna eyed the alarm clock sitting upon the bed side table.
5 am. She couldn't believe it. The dream had stolen another good night of sleep from her.
The girl crept across the room toward the light switch, doing her best not to trip over anything. Once she turned it on, she did a quick survey of the room... just because. That dream made her paranoid. Everything seemed to be in place. Shrugging the paranoia off, she made her way over to the closet. She might as well get ready for work, while she was awake. Sienna pulled her uniform on numbly, like she'd done nearly every day since she'd arrived there, and pinned the name tag on her chest.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall, staring placidly. The woman wasn't quite sure what to think. If it hadn't been for the mussed hair and the blank expression on her face she was so famous for, Sienna would have looked very pretty. At the moment, if she could be described with one adjective, though, the one to go for would be tired.
Not liking what she saw, she turned her back on the mirror and made a grab for the standard white tennis shoes. They were standing by the closet door.
As she pulled them onto her feet, Sienna noticed something funny, though. Not funny as in amusing... funny as in odd. She didn't recall ever leaving money in her shoe...
Or paper for that matter. Slipping it off her foot, Sienna pulled the paper out. The time is at hand. Her eyebrows creased as she read the words on the note. Melodramatic, much? Sienna thought she might know what this was about at the sight of those words. She didn't want to jump to conclusions though. And she definitely didn't want to give herself any false hope.
She was not disappointed though. As the letters began to rearrange themselves she nearly squealed. Her eyes widened a little when she finished. So it was time. Revenge time.
Slowly, a grin formed on her lips. Unable to contain her excitement, Sienna dashed out of her room and into the hallway, one shoe on and the other off. Her sister's door wasn't far from hers, thankfully. Sienna did hesitate outside of June/Jessica's door, but it wasn't long before she convinced herself that she would want to hear the news ASAP... That she was doing her a favor.
"OIIII!" She raised her fist to pound on the wooden door. "Jessicaaaa!" she sang, in a cheerful voice that sounded almost unnatural coming from her lips. "I need to tell you something!"
June, or Jessica as she now called herself, had been having quite the odd and rather frightening dream. This dream was a weekly occurence, as if it was some sort of post-tramautic stress response to a previous event in her life. The dream was the same every time: she and her twin were being tossed through a black veil, where they fell and fell into what seemed like everlasting cold, black nothingness. She had awoken, her heart pounding against her ribcage, wide, tired eyes staring at the doorway, where the sound of Sienna (formerly Sydney's) voice rang out. Her sister had saved her from another decision: whether to keep falling and see what would happen in the dream or to wake up from fright and act the timid person that she was known to be.
Swiping a hand quickly through her dark, brunette hair, Jessica felt slight traces of perspiration on her forehead. Quickly collecting herself, she called out, "I'm coming!" Tossing off the thin, cotton sheet that she slept under, Jessica swung her feet onto the hardwood floor and noticed something rather thin and papery flutter to the ground, as if it had been placed under her covers while she slumbered. A rather inquisitive look passed over her exhausted features as she bent down to grasp the small piece of parchment and slowly unfold it. Hearing a rather impatient foot-tapping coming from the hallway, Jessica stuffed the note into the chest pocket of her lilac-colored pajamas and schlumped along towards the door, figuring that she would solve the mystery of the note at some other time.
She grasped the rusted doorknob and opened the door, a loud, protesting creak coming from the old hinges. Jessica was further perplexed as she saw the odd look on Sienna's face. "What happened?" She asked, her eyebrows rising to form a rather puzzled expression on her soft features. "Don't tell me we're about to get evicted again," She stammed rather worriedly.
Gleek in Disguise ll Doctor Who! Daughter of Hades ll Leslie-loo-whoo ♥
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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee
Logic looked up as she heard a knock on the door. She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from her favorite store before completing her outfit with her grandmother's ring. She touched it for a moment when she put it on before grabbing her bag and heading through to the living room. She set it down by the door before swinging the latter open.... Frenchie was right there. She managed a smile.
In the time since they'd all been locked in the room, her highlights hand grown out and all that was left was her straight dark hair, which she usually put a little curl in - as much as it would hold. Other than that nothing had changed but the few inches of height she had gained. Of course, she'd seen him since then. "You got the message?" she asked.
Frenchie smiled as Logic opened the door, he nodded at her question, "I am guessing you got it to," he said managing a small sad smile, "may I come in?" He still found it slightly weird he was taller then Logic, he remembered when he first met her. When he was short, he had grown a lot over ten years.
ooc: No I hadn't picked a job...hmm i think Tamantha is going to be a substitute teacher.
Tamantha walked in from a long day at work, dropped her bag right next to the door and plopped down onto her couch. It hadn't been much different from other days, except that she couldn't shake that note from her mind. All day she had just wanted to get home and figure out what she was going to do about it.
She pulled the note out of her back pocket and read it over a few times. Dissecting it line by line.
On the one hand, she wanted to figure out what was wrong with her memory, and she had a feeling going to Hogsmeade would help her do just that. Something was missing from Tamantha, she could feel it. As if part of her had been removed from her. And she wanted it back. She wanted to be whole again.
On the other, she had a life, a job, and responsibilities that could not be dropped just for some hunch she had. How could she just get up and leave, what would she say, Oh, I'm sorry I can't work at all this week I'm going to follow a hunch I had about a mysterious note that magically appeared on my night table the other night. Oh yeah that would make her sound completely sane.
She continued to weigh her options, the pros and cons of each choice. This was just what she did. She always had to think everything through. Afraid that if she made the wrong choice she would regret it forever.
"It looks as though I'm going to Hogsmeade." She couldn't shake the feeling of needing to be there. And that's what it all came down to.
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Sunny decided that she should go to Hogsmeade, where she was supposed to go, but she kept stalling. She watched gameshows for most of the day, then wrote a chapter on her latest book. She slowly made lasagna, reading a rereading each ingrediant and taking her time making it. When it was done she dished herself some and ate it slowly, savoring the taste and bringing her teeth down slowly. When she was done she took her sishes tot he sink and hand-washed them, getting of ever lat morsel of anything that looked slightly unperfect. When that was finished she put away the dishes and put the leftovers in a plascic case before clearing a nice tidy spot in her fridge and putting it in there.
Hmm, the fridge looked messy. Sunny took everything out, cleaned the fridge, then put everything back in. There. Sunny closed the fridge and opened the freezer, taking out an ice cream sandwhich and eating it. When she threw the wrapper in the trash she noticed that it was full. Sunny took out the garbage bag from the garbage can and carried it to the end of her driveway to out in the very biiiiiiiiiiiiiig can. Then she hurried back inside because it was cold out!
Sunny looked at the clock; oh it was 9:03. Time for bed. She went to her room and changed into her fuzzy pajamas. Then she crawled into bed; staying one more day wouldn't hurt anything.
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Lisette,... I mean Zoé hoped on the metro and headed to her appartment. She was glad to be done from work. She looked at her watch 9:06.. She'd have to make a quick salad for dinner. Once she arrived home, she tossed her keys into the bowl and headed straight into the kitchen. She opened a draw, which contained her wand, and flicked it up. She loved magic.
She went to her room and pulled out a suitcase. She remembered what the note said. She would have to leave by tomorrow morning or so. She had a ton of money saved up... from something. She couldn't remember how much she had..
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OOC: GAH! I AM SO... TICKED OFF! I had a great first post, but then my computer decided to hate me right then and delete it! I'll try and make it as the same as possible, but it won't be as good as before
Tony grinned as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair. He'd just had a great drive, and boy did he need it. He'd had that weird feeling, like something big was about to happen, when he woke up. Driving always helped. The feel of the car's motor, the lurch of speed as it starts down the track, Tony loved it. Plus, it kept his mind off of Beryl and Frenchie. He still couldn't believe he was so far away from them. They were in Iceland and... well, he was in New Zealand. He couldn't even call Beryl, even though he had her new number. He was too embarrassed of the fact of how they knew each other. Besides, she was probably happy with Frenchie making house calls every night. He banged his fist on the car, causing just the slightest dent. Oh, not again. He'd have to ask Dwight about painting over that... again. He pushed the weird feelings and thought sof Beryl and Frenchie out of his mind, smiling as he noticed Dwight, his best friend and manager jogging up to him. He was holding something in his hands.
"Hey Tony! You were great, per usual." Dwight grinned, his blue eyes lighting up ever so slightly. His eyes always did that whenever he smiled. That's probably one of the reasons why he's so famous with women. Plus he was totally hot. "I don't see why you don't go pro, Tony. You're probably the best driver out there!" He chuckled as Tony gave him his famous "drop it" look. "Whatever, bro. This came for you while you were driving. It doesn't have a return address, but the stamp does say it's from England." He looked down at the watch on his wrist. His eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets. "OH, BLOODY- Tony, I gotta go. I had to be at this meeting 10 minutes ago. Tell me what that letter says later, okay?" He gave Tony a two-fingered salute, running off towards the offices that were by the track.
Tony waved lazily after Dwight, looking at the letter. Tony's interest had spiked when Dwight had said England. It couldn't be... no, no way. Tony's curiosity got the best of him, and he tore open the letter, reading the first, and only, sentence aloud. Suddenly, words started to appear on the letter:
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Originally Posted by Letter
Dear recipient,
Per the agreement of our prior arrangement, we at the Unified Magical Being Relocation Affair are issuing a widespread call for all relocated persons to return to England as soon as is convenient. Those who do not return will be assumed captured or deceased. Please report immediately to the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade on August 14th to report to the head of U.M.B.R.A., Artemis Braker Jr.
The time is at hand.
U.M.B.R.A.
Tony stared at the letter, trying to make sense of it all. He had to go back to England? After 10 years, he was finally going. Tony shook his head in disbelief. How could this happen? After finally being accepted as a normal person with a normal past, after his life was finally starting again, this stupid letter had to come along and ruin it. He thought of Beryl, and Frenchie, but mostly Beryl. He'd had some feelings for her when he'd left, but it seems Frenchie had more. He suddenly had tears in his eyes and was ripping up the letter, first in half and then into the smallest pieces possible. He wasn't going back, no way, not after everything he'd achieved. They weren't gonna screw up his life again, not after what happened the first time. Tony threw the piece onto the track, grabbing his helmet and storming into the offices.
♫ ♥ Where are my garters?! / hyphens-are-cool / THE NORTH GATE ♥ ♫
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Originally Posted by J-E-L-L-O
Frenchie smiled as Logic opened the door, he nodded at her question, "I am guessing you got it to," he said managing a small sad smile, "may I come in?" He still found it slightly weird he was taller then Logic, he remembered when he first met her. When he was short, he had grown a lot over ten years.
Logic's smile became more natural as he asked to come in; he was always so polite.... "Of course," she said, stepping to one side to let him in then closing the door behind him after he had come through. "So we're really doing this?" she asked quietly.
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SPOILER!!: princess of*hp*
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Originally Posted by princess of*hp*
June, or Jessica as she now called herself, had been having quite the odd and rather frightening dream. This dream was a weekly occurence, as if it was some sort of post-tramautic stress response to a previous event in her life. The dream was the same every time: she and her twin were being tossed through a black veil, where they fell and fell into what seemed like everlasting cold, black nothingness. She had awoken, her heart pounding against her ribcage, wide, tired eyes staring at the doorway, where the sound of Sienna (formerly Sydney's) voice rang out. Her sister had saved her from another decision: whether to keep falling and see what would happen in the dream or to wake up from fright and act the timid person that she was known to be.
Swiping a hand quickly through her dark, brunette hair, Jessica felt slight traces of perspiration on her forehead. Quickly collecting herself, she called out, "I'm coming!" Tossing off the thin, cotton sheet that she slept under, Jessica swung her feet onto the hardwood floor and noticed something rather thin and papery flutter to the ground, as if it had been placed under her covers while she slumbered. A rather inquisitive look passed over her exhausted features as she bent down to grasp the small piece of parchment and slowly unfold it. Hearing a rather impatient foot-tapping coming from the hallway, Jessica stuffed the note into the chest pocket of her lilac-colored pajamas and schlumped along towards the door, figuring that she would solve the mystery of the note at some other time.
She grasped the rusted doorknob and opened the door, a loud, protesting creak coming from the old hinges. Jessica was further perplexed as she saw the odd look on Sienna's face. "What happened?" She asked, her eyebrows rising to form a rather puzzled expression on her soft features. "Don't tell me we're about to get evicted again," She stammed rather worriedly.
OOC: I love this post so much. The part about being evicted "again" is WONDERFUL. you get a prize later.
SPOILER!!: phoenixfire12
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Originally Posted by phoenixfirex12
ooc: No I hadn't picked a job...hmm i think Tamantha is going to be a substitute teacher.
Tamantha walked in from a long day at work, dropped her bag right next to the door and plopped down onto her couch. It hadn't been much different from other days, except that she couldn't shake that note from her mind. All day she had just wanted to get home and figure out what she was going to do about it.
She pulled the note out of her back pocket and read it over a few times. Dissecting it line by line.
On the one hand, she wanted to figure out what was wrong with her memory, and she had a feeling going to Hogsmeade would help her do just that. Something was missing from Tamantha, she could feel it. As if part of her had been removed from her. And she wanted it back. She wanted to be whole again.
On the other, she had a life, a job, and responsibilities that could not be dropped just for some hunch she had. How could she just get up and leave, what would she say, Oh, I'm sorry I can't work at all this week I'm going to follow a hunch I had about a mysterious note that magically appeared on my night table the other night. Oh yeah that would make her sound completely sane.
She continued to weigh her options, the pros and cons of each choice. This was just what she did. She always had to think everything through. Afraid that if she made the wrong choice she would regret it forever.
"It looks as though I'm going to Hogsmeade." She couldn't shake the feeling of needing to be there. And that's what it all came down to.
Following her gut.
OOC: I like the take on the new memory-washed character. Very nice. You will get a prize later, as well.
SPOILER!!: EmilyMalfoy
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Originally Posted by EmilyMalfoy
Sunny decided that she should go to Hogsmeade, where she was supposed to go, but she kept stalling. She watched gameshows for most of the day, then wrote a chapter on her latest book. She slowly made lasagna, reading a rereading each ingrediant and taking her time making it. When it was done she dished herself some and ate it slowly, savoring the taste and bringing her teeth down slowly. When she was done she took her sishes tot he sink and hand-washed them, getting of ever lat morsel of anything that looked slightly unperfect. When that was finished she put away the dishes and put the leftovers in a plascic case before clearing a nice tidy spot in her fridge and putting it in there.
Hmm, the fridge looked messy. Sunny took everything out, cleaned the fridge, then put everything back in. There. Sunny closed the fridge and opened the freezer, taking out an ice cream sandwhich and eating it. When she threw the wrapper in the trash she noticed that it was full. Sunny took out the garbage bag from the garbage can and carried it to the end of her driveway to out in the very biiiiiiiiiiiiiig can. Then she hurried back inside because it was cold out!
Sunny looked at the clock; oh it was 9:03. Time for bed. She went to her room and changed into her fuzzy pajamas. Then she crawled into bed; staying one more day wouldn't hurt anything.
OOC: I truly, and in all honesty, love this post to pieces. Just a day in the life. You get a prize, too.
SPOILER!!: Gryffindorgurl
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Originally Posted by Gryffindorgurl
OOC: GAH! I AM SO... TICKED OFF! I had a great first post, but then my computer decided to hate me right then and delete it! I'll try and make it as the same as possible, but it won't be as good as before
Tony grinned as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair. He'd just had a great drive, and boy did he need it. He'd had that weird feeling, like something big was about to happen, when he woke up. Driving always helped. The feel of the car's motor, the lurch of speed as it starts down the track, Tony loved it. Plus, it kept his mind off of Beryl and Frenchie. He still couldn't believe he was so far away from them. They were in Iceland and... well, he was in New Zealand. He couldn't even call Beryl, even though he had her new number. He was too embarrassed of the fact of how they knew each other. Besides, she was probably happy with Frenchie making house calls every night. He banged his fist on the car, causing just the slightest dent. Oh, not again. He'd have to ask Dwight about painting over that... again. He pushed the weird feelings and thought sof Beryl and Frenchie out of his mind, smiling as he noticed Dwight, his best friend and manager jogging up to him. He was holding something in his hands.
"Hey Tony! You were great, per usual." Dwight grinned, his blue eyes lighting up ever so slightly. His eyes always did that whenever he smiled. That's probably one of the reasons why he's so famous with women. Plus he was totally hot. "I don't see why you don't go pro, Tony. You're probably the best driver out there!" He chuckled as Tony gave him his famous "drop it" look. "Whatever, bro. This came for you while you were driving. It doesn't have a return address, but the stamp does say it's from England." He looked down at the watch on his wrist. His eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets. "OH, BLOODY- Tony, I gotta go. I had to be at this meeting 10 minutes ago. Tell me what that letter says later, okay?" He gave Tony a two-fingered salute, running off towards the offices that were by the track.
Tony waved lazily after Dwight, looking at the letter. Tony's interest had spiked when Dwight had said England. It couldn't be... no, no way. Tony's curiosity got the best of him, and he tore open the letter, reading the first, and only, sentence aloud. Suddenly, words started to appear on the letter.
Tony stared at the letter, trying to make sense of it all. He had to go back to England? After 10 years, he was finally going. Tony shook his head in disbelief. How could this happen? After finally being accepted as a normal person with a normal past, after his life was finally starting again, this stupid letter had to come along and ruin it. He thought of Beryl, and Frenchie, but mostly Beryl. He'd had some feelings for her when he'd left, but it seems Frenchie had more. He suddenly had tears in his eyes and was ripping up the letter, first in half and then into the smallest pieces possible. He wasn't going back, no way, not after everything he'd achieved. They weren't gonna screw up his life again, not after what happened the first time. Tony threw the piece onto the track, grabbing his helmet and storming into the offices.
OOC: I was really, really, really hoping that someone would do this. I love this post so much it made me squee a little. Partly because I'm now going to torture you. >D
As you storm into the offices, the phone rings.
We also have a new player, who will be posting later. Yay!
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Originally Posted by Dee-Dee
Logic's smile became more natural as he asked to come in; he was always so polite.... "Of course," she said, stepping to one side to let him in then closing the door behind him after he had come through. "So we're really doing this?" she asked quietly.
Frenchie smiled as he walked in, he turned to her and ran both his hands through his hair. He shrugged, "I was considering going, but I don't know," he said sadly as he sat on a chair, he looked up at Logic, "Do you want to go back?"
Stephanie, after the longest day of work she ever had, she was on her way to England, and not very happy about it either. Her boss had given her a hard time about getting a vacation now and Stephanie didn't even know how long she would be in England. The plane was making her stomach churn. Maybe it's not to late to go back because, honestly, she didn't want to be trapped up in this mess anymore. Stephanie took a deep breath, so what now? Would she take back her old name? Become back the old self she was? It had been ten years. Ten years away from England, away from magic. And Stephanie had been content with that. Now she had to go back to all that mumbo jumbo stuff. Why now?
The plane started its descent and it landed on the runway smoothly. Thank god for a safe flight, Stephanie assumed. But for some reason she didn't really feel thankful. She wanted this to be delayed, so she didn't have to go. But she was here now. Did Stephanie even want to meet them again, with their new lives and all? As she picked up her luggage she realized something. She was still in the airport. She could still leave if she wanted to. Stephanie sighed. Best to get it over with now, who knows, maybe someone new was there or whatever...
One thing was clear: she did not want to be back here.
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though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________ ♡♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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William Edgar Jones stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. Although he thought of his job as wonderful, it did get chilly standing outside on the doors. He knew how to deal with it though. Nestled in his pocket, he felt his cell phone lying there, with a piece of paper wrapped around it. Hm. With his eyebrows furrowed, he pulled it out, read it once, then read it twice, still with an upward glance at his surroundings. He still had to do his job, ya know, even with a distracting piece of scroll in his hands.
"The time had come for the fulfillment to begin."
The words escaped his lips, almost by themselves. As he spoke, the note seemed to have reacted, and began to vibrate slightly. Moments later, dots of ink appeared and formed a letter at the corner of the note. He scratched his head whilst he read it. It was telling him to return to England on the 14th of August. He wasn't 'captured or deceased', so did that mean that it was his duty to go there as the words instructed him to?
William dawdled on the spot for a moment or two, then thrust the note back into his pocket. His first instinct was to ignore it. It wasn't meant for him, that made sense. But this was HIS jacket, and no one else could have possibly got their hands on it because he rarely took it off. That could only mean one thing, it was for him. And, it sounded way to official and important to ignore. He took a breath and, "Hey!" He called over to another bouncer that he worked with. "Cover my shift for tonight, would you? I'm... feeling ill." Before waiting for his response, William paced away from his work location and headed for home. To pack.
Upon arriving home, the 26 year old grabbed his suitcase then paused before he put anything in it. Was he really just going to drop everything and head off to England, just because of a creepy letter that he found in his pocket? He shook the feeling off and continued to pack. Everything in this world was creepy, but that didn't mean that everyone had to be wimpy and ignore it. Off to England for William. Sigh.
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who could love me, I am out of my mind___________________________ _________________throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream
Slytherindor ♛ The Crazytastic Besties ♛ Shan Watson ♛
Zoe closed up her last suitcase and went outside to catch a taxi. She was dressed in a short sleeve tee-shirt with jeans and a jacket. It was August in Sydney and August meant Winter. She missed thinking of August as being warm. The plane would be leaving for London in two hours. She had managed to get a seat in buissness, thanks to a friend who owned the airline. She was dreading the flight. It would take a long time to get there.
She waved to a taxi to come pick her up. A taxi came close to her. She put her suitcase carefully in the trunk. "Where do you want to go?" asked a gruff voice.
"The Airport. And can you make it quick please?" she asked politely. She looked down at the ring on her hand. It looked exactly like the one that Tristan had in his pocket, when they were in this place. She closed her eyes. Tristian looking at her with sad eyes. She felt a hard lump develop in her throat. Somehow his name brought Zoe sadness. She then tried to put Tristan out if her mind.
Her mind moved to the next scene. She could see the room clearly. The doors, the televisions, the people there, and the glass. And then the man. The one that helped them get back to real life.. and then Sirius... and the boy with green eyes and messy black hair..
"We're here." grunted the driver. She opened her eyes to the lights of the lamps on the sidewalks. She opened her wallet and handed him thirty Aussie dollars.
"Here you go. That should be enough." she said, with a smile. She opened the door and walked out of the taxi. She shivered. It was really cold and windy. The taxi driver opened up the taxi and she grabbed her bags. Then she closed it.
She then into the airport terminal and proceeded to the Check-in. It was a huge line! Ugh, she should have come a lot earlier. She checked her watch and waited, hoping from foot to foot.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
Fancy for you, Zoe, you see the back of a very familiar head in the line just ahead of you. Your throat closes up momentarily as you recognize Tristan. Or... Truman is the name he goes by now, isn't it? You panic a little, but what can you do? He's not on the same flight as you, is he?
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Elle walked into the airport, pulling her case behind her she pushed open the heavy door and walked up to check in, showing the woman her passport and handing her her luggage, to Barbados she said when the woman asked her where she was going, she nodded at every question and answered yes or no to the relevant questions. When everything was finished she walked on, her little holldal swinging on her arm as she walked into the duty free section, she walked around the perfume shops, looking for her particular scent, and... there it was! Vera Wang, she picked up the box and walked over to the till taking out her card to pay.
She flopped down in the first class lounge, flipping through a magazine as she waited for the anouncment
"Flight 267 to Barbados international airport, can anyone taking this flight please go to the departure gate 14, where boarding will begin in 20 minutes"
Elle looked up as the anouncment finished, she stood up and walked, taking large strides to the gate, she was the first in the que and showed the attedant her ticket and passport, taking a seat in the departure lounge.
As the queue increased she sighed heavily and began to check all her emails on her blackberry, sending a quick one to Daniel before she looked up, seeing people from first class going through the barrier, she stood up and followed them, passing through the barrier and carrying down the tunnel to the open plane, she stepped inside and made her way to first class, sitting down on the plush seat, she waited for the plane to fill up, slipping her Ipod headphones into her ears and shut her eyes, her memory sliding away from the letter from the morning, her work and David
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I'll let "Jessica" respond to you before I post to you guys, but I thought I'd let you know. 
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