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Post by Elouise Sullivan on May 21, 2011 1:11:58 GMT 10
“I don’t even care, I don’t, not really, why should I care, its his life, he can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants, whenever he wants, its not like we’re a couple anymore,” she was talking to herself which was a surefire why of knowing you shouldn’t interrupt her, talk to her, or even exist in her path. Elouise was feeling distructive this morning and her target for the moment was herself. As low and depressed as she felt; she was angrier with herself than anyone else at this moment. Angry because she shouldn’t have taken that corridor and seen HIM talking to HER. Angry because she only went down that corridor because someone told her HE was there. She was also angry because she’d ALSO heard that SHE was there too, so why did she bother going down there in the first place, she knew what she was going to see; she knew she wouldn’t like it.
She knew she’d want to drive a dagger into her chests if she did see what she ended up seeing. She was a gluton for punishment it seemed.
“Bah!” she shouted scaring a first year Ameraid into throwing her books up into the air where they all came down and scattered across the floor at the entrance of the Golden Hall. What right had she for being in the dining hall with books anyway, didn’t she know this was a place for FOOD, that’s right FOOD not BOOKS. She resisted the urge to stop, turn and tell the first year exactly that, and so holding onto the reins of her sanity most tenuously, she kept walking off to the left hand side of the hall where the Emerindyl Dining table ran the length of the room.
It was a beautiful morning. Or was it? Who knew… certainly not her, maybe HE knew, and if HE didn’t, surely SHE did. “Bah!” she shouted again ignoring any eyes that turned her way, daring someone closer to do it, she could do with yelling at someone right now, she was definitely on edge. She looked up and leered at a gaggle of second year girls as she fumed into her position at the table. “What are you doing up this end anyway!” she screeched at them when they looked at her, “Don’t you know this is where the SIXTH years sit!!”
The girls fled.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Oct 29, 2011 8:32:25 GMT 10
Barnak looked up sharply at the bullets of sound. He was surprised to see them coming from an Emerindyl, and watched with just slightly more interest than usual as the girl verbally attacked everyone who didn't get out of her way fast enough. As a group of younger students scurried quickly away from her, he began to wonder if she had been sorted into the right house.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Nov 11, 2011 17:33:23 GMT 10
"What are you looking at you slimy little git!?" Elousie turned her fury on the little Ruberagon boy who was watching her from his House Table. Did that look in his eyes remind her of someone she once knew? Who cares. She decided. If he was going to make himself a part of this, she would make him as much a part of it as she cared to. She wasnt done yet. Not by a long shot.
"Haven't you got something better to do like brooding in dark corners and sniffing the acrid stench of the last baby bird you crushed and keep in your pocket to remind yourself that you're a Ruberagon, and you'll have power over something, somehow no matter how little or insignificant it might be?" she wasnt about to stop there either, "In fact, possibly the littler and more insignificant the better, than the difference between it and you're own pathetically vague existance might seem substancial enough to make you feel that even you're breath has substance in it." she was panting and flushed from her exertions. But he was there. And she didnt like the look he was giving her.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Nov 16, 2011 8:06:05 GMT 10
At first, Barnak was stunned at the sudden, redirected onslaught. He sat up a little, the hair at the back of his neck bristling. Then his eyes narrowed to slits, his spine snaked back into a pleasant and familiar curve as he adopted a more offensive position, and his lips thinned in a smile that was devoid of warmth but certainly not of pleasure.
He watched the blood rising to her face and could practically smell the challenge. She was taller than he was, true; but Barnak had never flinched from a foe just because it was larger than he was. Damn near everything he fought was larger than he was. And she was right: He hadn't had anything better to do, and had been contemplating leaving the bright and over-crowded Golden Hall for a darker, more silent place to repose until it was time for his first class. But he certainly had something to do now. The pleasant energy of expectation tingled across his skin and down beneath the table into his wand, which was now gripped firmly in his hand and pointed directly at her.
He ignored the initial personal 'slimy' remark, which he knew was nonsense – his hair was perfect – and took up the slight against his house.
“I am -indeed- a Ruberagon,” he began, forming his words carefully. The energy in his voice carried it across the hall without him having to raise it much beyond a hiss. “So I don't crush birds.” The Emerindyl may have been flushed and breathless, but Barnak remained as cold as the stone beneath his feet.
“-I- have an elf to do that for me.”
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Mar 23, 2012 10:59:20 GMT 10
Elouise bristled for a moment once he had spoken. Not only had he drawn the attention of any Ruberagon's who weren't already looking at her, but he had robbed her of her right to be angry with him. She couldn't find anything in what he said to her that she could righteously rebuke as he hadn't really said anything against her. And yet the cold sting of him robbing her right to continue to rage at him only made her angrier. She could feel her rage bubbling to the point of overflow through her head and wanted to say so many things...
"You're a jerk!" she screeched at him unable to think of anything else before her mouth kicked into gear. And she launched herself across the table at him.
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Jun 10, 2012 9:28:34 GMT 10
He had not anticipated a physical attack.
For a moment, Barnak was stunned as the girl launched herself bodily at him. His natural reflex to avoid her touch found him leaning back so far that his head hovered inches from the floor and only his feet, pressed against the underside of the table, kept him from falling right off the back of the bench.
Then his surprise dissipated and a sound midway between a hacking cough and a dry rasp rose from his throat. He could feel rage emanating from the girl in waves, and he fed off it as though it were an energy source, absorbing its warmth with relish. He threw his head back yet further and began to laugh, a cackling bark of sheer satisfaction that echoed harshly around the hall. He could hear footsteps hurrying in their direction, but he refused to be robbed of the pleasure of this encounter.
His fingers still clutched his wand - the most important survival skill of those who would pick fights with larger animals - and he raised it now directly across under the table at her legs. He didn't need to do anything particularly nasty - he felt he had effectively already won this round - but a little distraction before he rubbed salt into her wounds would be nice...
He let fly an angry pair of sparks that shot toward her knees, then raised his wand and, with a flick of his wrist, called someone better suited to dealing with one of her status.
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Binky
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Post by Binky on Jun 10, 2012 9:39:57 GMT 10
Binky appeared on the floor beside his master's head dressed in a heavy apron and gloves that came up to his elbows, a dirty trowel in one hand and a small watering can in the other. He was just in time to see two red flashes on the other side of the table and an angry-looking blonde girl's head and hands reaching toward his master from over the top of it.
His master spoke without looking at him, as was his usual habit:
“Take care of the peasant, elf. You seem to be better dressed for it than I.”
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