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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 11, 2009 12:18:13 GMT -5
"Looks fine to me," Jay replied, not familiar with the tower in question.
The bag of balloons, for whatever reason, didn't slow down quite as much as the paints, and without hearing the spell being cast, Jay didn't have much time to get ready. The bag hit him square in the chest, and he grabbed it with his arms. The force of the impact knocked him off balance, and he fell back and landed square on his rear end. It didn't exactly feel great, but he'd survive. He stood up, using the wall for balance, and straitened his clothes.
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Connor Manning
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Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Apr 18, 2009 20:33:01 GMT -5
Connor clutched the box of paint in his hand, ready for business. He had a glimmer of hope that other people would see himself and Jay and be curious, maybe even join in for a while. He didn't think cleaning up would be all that fun, but making the mess would be even more interesting provided more people showed up. Even if they didn't though, he was preparing for a good time anyway.
" Sorry mate... I should've given more warning. " He offered up a small smile, hoping that Jay wouldn't be too put off about landing on his bum due to the balloons. Connor hadn't been expecting such a great impact from a bag of balloons, but he supposed he hadn't countered in the traveling speed of the item. Oops.
" Up we get, then... I'm sure this'll be fun. " He grinned, excitement bursting in him as though he were a small child playing with a new toy. Paint and balloons... well, it was ' new toy ' enough.
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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 22, 2009 1:45:52 GMT -5
"That's fine," Jay said, flashing a small smile. Nothing like the grin from earlier. That grin was a grin of thrill, and one he didn't think was that common. The thrill of making a new friend, or the idea of stirring things up a bit and breaking up the dust that had covered his routine, his rut. That was what brought on the grin.
He wondered seriously for the first time what people's reaction would be. If they hit someone it wouldn't be good. But if they just brightened things up a bit, who would be stuck-up enough to report them. After all, it wasn't like they would be hurting anyone. Some people would probably approve of them doing it, anyway.
And that brought up the point of someone joining them. It might be even more fun with three people. Or four, for that matter. The more the merrier, as they say. If someone did join them, then there would be a chance of meeting another person. However, then there would be less for everyone to throw. Either way, it would be fun.
"I'm sure it will." A small glimpse of that grin played across his lips at the thought of it.
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Connor Manning
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Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Apr 29, 2009 14:59:37 GMT -5
Connor held the paint under his arm as he walked, looking back to Jay as he agreed. The seventh year was already off in his own world, plotting and planning the next move. Once they got to the top of the tower they would have to begin the process. Filling the balloons with the paint would hopefully be relatively easy, then finding targets... That would be something different completely.
" So Jay... I don't see you around too much. You're a third year, right? What do you do in your spair time? "
He didn't know much about the Hufflepuff lad but figured he might as well find out while they were hanging out. Plus they would be working together for a common goal. To paint splatter or not to paint splatter, that was the real question.
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Post by Jahan Samara on May 24, 2009 13:27:20 GMT -5
Jay thought about that question. The truthful answer would be nothing. He had too much spare time, and not enough legitimate activities with which to fill it. Thinking was not bad, but he was coming to the realization that when all you do is think, you aren't really doing anything. He had fooled himself on that front for a long time, two years, but those days were coming to an end. After all, all the thinking in the world didn't help anything if you didn't act on any of it.
But he wasn't about to say all of that to an older student he had just met and seemed to be getting on fine with. He wouldn't want to alienate someone he had just met. If the goal was to make friends, probably going on about how boring you were was the wrong way to go.
"Not much," Jay finally said. That was at least partly the truth, without sounding too bad. He hoped it woulds work for him.
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Post by Connor Manning on May 25, 2009 19:43:58 GMT -5
Up the stairs they went and finally, they were on the landing up at the top of the tower. Connor immediately plopped down on the ground and ripped open the box of paints. A variety of colors met his hazel eyes, the primary colors of blue, yellow and red, and all of the secondary and tertiary colors in between. It was a pretty nice collection, he had to admit.
" Not much? Fair enough. Wanna get started on these? " He indicated the paints as he pulled out a bottle of Bubble Gum pink paint and looked at the label... So it wasn't permanent, but it would be a bit of a job to get out of clothing. Nothing the elves couldn't handle.
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Post by Jahan Samara on Jun 1, 2009 19:56:19 GMT -5
"Definitely." Jay looked over the box of paints. Now, with it open, it seemed bigger than it had when Connor had been holding it. He wasn't sure if that was magical or just a trick of his mind. It was so hard to tell sometimes. Had he been a cheesier person, he might have had the thought that the mind was magical. That would be sickening.
It occurred to him how different this was from his normal behavior. Sudden changes could show signs of mental problems. Was he going crazy? Probably not. This wasn't an unexplained change. He knew that if he had tried to ease himself into the pool, start at the shallow end, he would decide that all of this social stuff was too hard, and he would have gotten out. What he really needed was to dive into the deep end.
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