Celina Jedynak
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Jan 30, 2009 1:21:40 GMT -5
Post by Celina Jedynak on Jan 30, 2009 1:21:40 GMT -5
It was like there was an invisible wall between the grounds and the forest, and yet, still passable. Celina did no such thing however, as she stood at the perimeter of the forest and looked into it's depth, remembering the time Felicity, Drew, and her all ventured in. It didn't go as planned as it was supposed to. There was always so much tension between the Ravenclaws when the Gryiffindor was involved and it only made Celina wonder why. Anymore, she could have cared less... and yet, her curiosity still peaked when she thought of it.
Alfonz had never been any help when it came to her friend problems, and lately, it was as if she didn't get close enough any more to her friends to let them know who she'd become. Torn inside herself, Celina fought between who she used to be and the prim and proper lady she'd become. She couldn't escape her torment, and so, she fed it. Knowing what she was doing was wrong, she took one step forward... and then another... and then another.
The cool breezes from the depth of the forest didn't scream or echo, they didn't banish or overwhelm... they did nothing for her. Not like they used to. Not even the sounds that started to protrude from the animals that lurked within even bothered her. Celina wasn't herself. But herself was what she wanted to be again, so yet another step was taken.
Keeping her head forward, Celina began to hum as her nerves shifted and her legs finally started to tremble just slightly. Unfortunately, it wasn't because of the beasts that lay within... rather, her legs trembled as she feared the beasts that lied within.
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Jan 30, 2009 15:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Dante Vroom on Jan 30, 2009 15:23:23 GMT -5
Joyous days abound for Dante lately. Even with the near constant nightmares, the reminders of tragedy that hid in the back of his mind. The days went on, and even the thoughts went away sometimes. There was nothing he could do about any of it so there was no point in worrying. Joyous days however always come at a price, every day could not be as perfect as the last. Eventually there needed to be a downturn, today was more that than anything else. The cool breeze inspired Dante to go for a walk, one without much direction. Let the wind figure out which way he would go, in the path of least resistance.
It led him into the forbidden forest, which was not forbidden for the wind, why would it be forbidden to him? Between trees he recognized and those he didn't. Over rocks, under fallen limbs, and through at least one spider web accidentally. It made him feel better to be walking though the forest alone, there was something primal about forests, even so close to the school it still was raw nature. The wind took an unexpected turn next, up. It was the first time he had ever felt a wind move upward, but that is exactly what it did. There was only one thing to do then, go up with the wind. So began the climb up a rather large tree.
Dante had never been an experienced climber of trees, so it took quiet a while, and took a majority of his focus. Not even realizing that the wind had stopped in full before he had reached the halfway point of the tree. Sixteen feet and seven inches in the air there was a point the tree split in two, it was there that Dante sat waiting for the wind to start again. It had to tell him where to go next, down was the obvious answer. But he did not think it was the right one.
The crackle of leaves and twigs sounded not to far from his current position. He looked in the direction of the sound, but cover prevented him from seeing anything. Just hearing the slow rustling it was impossible to tell if the thing was moving toward or away from him. So he sat in the tree high above the ground, waiting. As he looked the wind finally returned, it's refreshing touch passing his cheek and going in the direction of the sound.
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Celina Jedynak
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Jan 30, 2009 15:37:00 GMT -5
Post by Celina Jedynak on Jan 30, 2009 15:37:00 GMT -5
The wind only grew stronger the further that Celina walked into the forest, and then it switched in all sorts of directions that Celina had to keep her hands on her skirt from it flailing all over the place. Her biggest fear would be that it somehow got up around her waist in the utmost of inappropriate of all places, which would be very unladylike indeed. Celina stopped for a moment, collecting herself as the wind seemed to calm before heading forward again.
Coming to a cluster of trees in front of her, a shot of pain throbbed inside her head and Celina found herself grabbing her head and cupping it in her hands. She didn't know what was going on, but in the back of her mind, their seemed to be screaming. What she didn't know was that internally she was freaking out. Lost amongst who she'd become, Celina knew that they shouldn't be in the forest and was trying to get her and her body to turn back out to start walking. Looking back behind her though, she couldn't see the exit. The forest had a way of doing that... swallowing up lost travelers.
Soon, the screaming in her head stopped enough so that Celina could pull the wand out of her pocket and point it at the trees. For no apparent reason she felt as if she needed to do something. "Incendio!!" she yelled out, a blast of fire coming out the end of her wand at the trees. Her eyes were stone cold, and focused. Anything to keep her mind off of who she wasn't or who she was. She wanted the screaming to stop in her head... she wanted to be at piece... why couldn't she be at piece?! She yelled over and over in her head.
Finally the fire stopped projecting from her wand, and the Ravengirl's breath was short and rapid. Watching the fire grow upward on the tree, she heard the howls and screams from the forests inhabitants and yet, didn't care. Nor did she care that she was exhausting her self, her eyes still focused solemnly on the tree in front of her on fire. Celina wanted to be tired and to be lost... wasn't she already any ways? "INCENDIO!!" Celina yelled once more, pointing her wand at a different tree in the cluster that wasn't on fire.
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Jan 30, 2009 16:09:12 GMT -5
Post by Dante Vroom on Jan 30, 2009 16:09:12 GMT -5
The breeze gusted just a bit, and the pace of the crackling leaves seemed to become broken. Whatever it was, it was not walking with a clear purpose. He could finally tell that it was coming in his direction, and it was only a matter of time before it would appear from behind the brush. He had his hand on his wand, just in case. It did not seem like it would be dangerous, but he could never be to sure. So he waited, but the waiting was interrupted by a voice.
”Incendio!!” What? Such a spell in the middle of the forest? Was this female voice in some kind of danger? That would be the only explanation he could think. The flame was visible, dangerously close to Dante's perch. And it cleared away some of the brush between he and the caster. His heart raced as he realized that they were aiming at nothing but trees. The questions kept coming when he saw a figure through the increasing smoke. They seemed to stand alright, so it was not a signal flare. Were they lost? So many questions began to race through Dante's head. But before he could say anything the voice spoke up again.
”INCENDIO!! This time it was worse. The flames began to rush to the tree just to Dante's right. This was not good, a slight note of panic came across the Ravenclaw's face. Get out of the tree? Counter the spell? Put out the fire? Which was the best option? Think on your feet Dante as the flicker of flame bounced to the top of the tree he was sitting in. It had not even past through his mind that he knew that voice.
“Fermata!” he yelled down to the mystery person, not realizing in his haste he had spoken in Italian. Without waiting to see if they stopped he pointed his wand at the tree above him, “Glacius” he spoke and a cold air came forth. The charred top of the tree he sat in was put out at least. The one next to him radiated heat now, it was only a matter of time before his tree caught fire again. His next priority was the tree to his right, but as he turned to cast the spell again several burnt and frozen branch fell, landing on Dante's arm as he extended it. The extreme changes in temperature had made the top of the tree weak. And many of the branches began to fall as a result.
The impact was enough that his wand fell from his hand to the forest floor, and his sweatshirt and arm tore open. The spell he had learned in South America was one he was not well versed in, and could not cast it without his wand. There was no way he could think of to put out these fires now, his only option was to get out of the tree. Wounded and out of options he only hoped the mystery girl had heard him before as blood finally started to rush down his arm and drip off his fingers.
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Celina Jedynak
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Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Jan 31, 2009 1:31:32 GMT -5
Post by Celina Jedynak on Jan 31, 2009 1:31:32 GMT -5
Arm extended, her eyes still focused on the burning trees grew darker, almost as if hate itself was manifesting in her dark eyes. The Ravenclaw struggled internally with herself, wondering how hot fire actually was when immersed in it. Celina wasn't suicidal or anything of the sort, but the woman she'd become was bound by chains of discipline and manners that had to be followed... but only when that of another was around her. Alone, she was lost. Without someone telling her what to do, the brainwashing and the spells that kept her weakened and had, as her father called it, an undesirable side effect. However, though he knew this... he only told Celina to watch herself when she was by herself, not anyone else to watch her.
It was a flaw on the alpha Jedynak's plottings, but relying on fear to keep her at bay Feliks Jedynak was sure that Celina would be on her best behavior no matter her setting. What he didn't realize was just how strong Celina was internally and that when alone, she was more apt to act out than anything else. It was just the way she'd always been, even after all he'd ever done to her and her brother.
It wasn't until the tree next to one of the burning ones began to fall apart from the top down did Celina actually snap out of her own delusions. She dodged back, not wanting to get hit by any of the falling limbs and looked up, sure that her flames could not have taken a tree down from the top that she didn't even aim at. It was weird and finding it such, Celina ran around the tree, avoiding the flames as she did so and looked through the branches and into the tree.
"Hello?!" she yelled a bit frantically, thinking that she saw the silhouette of someone above. "Oh, Merlin..." Celina said softly to herself. "...please tell me there's no one in the trees." It would have been absurd of someone to be up there, especially now and when the forest was off limits to begin with. Yes, she was in them, but Celina found that completely irrelevant.
"Is somebody up there?!" Celina yelled.
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Jan 31, 2009 23:03:04 GMT -5
Post by Dante Vroom on Jan 31, 2009 23:03:04 GMT -5
He thought for a moment, and no more time could be spent on the matter. Dante had to get out of this tree, out of immediate danger. Then perhaps he could figure out his next move, it would start with finding the person that had tried to attack him. If it was intentional or not had not crossed the boy's mind. He had measured the height he was in the air before, twenty feet, give or take. But how dangerous was that height to fall? Instinct told him it was not a safe thing to try, and common sense told him to follow his instinct.
But at the same time, instinct was telling him he had to get away from the growing fires. He had to get somewhere that he could have escape routes. On top of it all he looked down at his left arm. The blood had nearly engulfed his hand, it was extremely painful; and with the blood it would not be useful to climb with. He'd never get traction. It was then he looked back down to the ground, where the figure was before, the one that caused all this mess so quickly. The wind had shifted again as it had been all day, it's breeze taking the flames away from his tree for a moment, the smoke thinned.
“Hello?!” The voice matched the face he saw below. “Celina?” he exclaimed, as he waved his one good arm trying to get her attention. What had she done? Why had she done this? If he jumped off and cast a spell to slow his fall...but what was the spell? He could think of several spells to cause objects or people to levitate, but if they were already falling at a set speed it would not stop them before hitting the ground. Physics were not his friend. If he cast it on himself before jumping off the tree where would he float to? He could not say, with the wind, perhaps back into the fire.
He had to take a risk at any rate, inaction was going to lead to more injuries at best. So Dante stood up in the tree and very slowly turned facing the trunk. One foot down, then the other, his one good arm holding tight to the tree. Eyes closed he just had to get low enough to control the levitation spell more. Get out of the back draft the fire was causing.
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Celina Jedynak
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Feb 3, 2009 23:34:46 GMT -5
Post by Celina Jedynak on Feb 3, 2009 23:34:46 GMT -5
If it wasn’t bad enough that the smoke was growing increasingly worse from the nearby trees, and the heat was beginning to rise as well, Dante was up in the very tree next to the burning ones. Celina began to look around to see if there was anything or anyone around that could help her put out the flames. Nothing but more brush and trees were found, and it looked as if it was up to her and the wand she held in her hand. Again, that wouldn’t have been so bad… but the liquid that dropped from the tree and onto Celina’s bare hand that carried her wand only made the Raven girl freak out more.
“Dante?!” she yelled up the tree in a panicked toned voice, looking at the red that had dripped down from the treetops. Celina wasn’t a healer like her mother, but she’d seen enough scraps and cuts in her life to allow her the knowledge of knowing what blood looked like, and Celina could have cried out right there. She’d hurt someone. In her dire escape to get away from her own pain and anguish she’d hurt someone. Immediately, the crazy ravenclaw began to gag slightly, bending over the tree and clutching tight to her stomach as she could feel its contents lurch in uncomfortable directions all over.
Hair falling from her bun, Celina’s face was paler than ever and surrounded. She knew she had to get up and focus on the spell and not the idea that she’d hurt even someone she wasn’t particularly close to, but a Raven brother all the same… leaning against the tree as she stood up, she wiped her hand on her cloak and tried to breath, only to inhale smoke in the process. Now her esophagus burned, and her eyes watered making her back away from the trees that were on fire, and the one Dante was in that was close to being on fire as well.
Looking up, she could see the boy’s attempt to get out of the tree as the smoke cleared and panic returned to the girl’s dark orbs. “Oh, merlin!” Celina yelled out as she pointed her wand at the flames. “Agumenti!!” She yelled frantically as water began to project from her wand to the tree trunks with not much luck. “AGUMENTI!” she yelled again with another burst of energy from her wand. At this rate, there was no way the Raven girl was going to undo what she’d done. Gazing back up toward Dante, Celina shook her head, moving her hair out of her face. “Dante!” she yelled up at him. “Hold on!”
Celina turned and pointed her wand directly at Dante. There was only one chance… and that was only if Dante was completely still.
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Post by Dante Vroom on Feb 4, 2009 0:35:20 GMT -5
He could barely hear Celina below him. In part, the fire was a distraction for several reasons, but also his sheer focus on his progression down the tree. It was all he could do at that point to not break down in fear. He faced the ground and opened his eyes just long enough to see the Ravengirl huddled over next to a tree. What was going on? Was she intentionally letting him just fend for himself? He knew they were not the closest people at school, they might not even like each other, he was not sure. But did that mean that she was going to let him die eighteen feet above the ground? It seemed more and more likely that this was indeed the case.
How dangerous would it be if he reached the ground at that point? He'd be safe from the fire, but she was down there with her wand in hand. Dante's wand was somewhere in the debris below, and his casting arm had begun to grow numb. If she was going to fight him on the ground he would not stand a chance at this point. So he slowed his pace down the tree. The limbs were getting bigger so Dante could safely stand on one that was just below him. This branch seemed sturdy enough, and was on the far side from the flaming tree. Still a little to close to the scorching heat only feet from him, but it was a welcome rest.
Then he heard the unthinkable. Celina casting more spells. What was she going to try and do now? He had missed what spell she was trying to cast, but not seeing a change. Was she mocking his inability to cast at this point? He let out a huff of frustration at the situation and looked back down at Celina. ”Hold on!” His knee jerk reaction was to ask what to hold on to.
But instead his eyes widened as he saw her point the wand at him. Was she going to assault him again? Should he stay still and let her aim? What if this was all a misunderstanding, an accident, and she was attempting to get him out of the tree? Then he should stay still. But if the spell was an attack he would have very little space to dodge it in. Not to mention the low reaction time this distance would still allow. He continued to think about the pros and cons of staying still, his left hand crossing his chest, and his right supporting it instinctively. The Ravenclaw boy was lost in the thought of dodging her cast or stay still for a little longer than he probably should have been.
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Celina Jedynak
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Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Feb 4, 2009 0:48:00 GMT -5
Celina exhaled one last breath, thinking about what was the last object that she’d levitated anywhere that was the boy’s approximate size and weight. She couldn’t quite remember, but without knowing what was hurt on the boy, Celina only saw one option remaining; she had to get him out of the tree before it burned like the rest of them. And then another thought flickered into the Raven girl’s mind. The blood may attract Thestrials and she could only hope that that was not the case. Though they weren’t known for attacking in the Forbidden Forest, they were known for coming out of no where at the most unpredictable and unwanted of all times. Not to mention, blood attracted them.
The fires grew and flickered more, catching the tops of the trees on fire now, including Dante’s tree. Celina shook her head, shaking whatever doubts there were to the side. There wasn’t anymore time, and if she didn’t do something, he’d be left to fend for himself and Celina couldn’t do that. Not to someone she’d hurt unintentionally.
“Windgardium Leviosa!” Celina yelled out while flicking her wrist, catching Dante in her range and trying to float him out of the tree. “Let go of the tree!” Celina called, hoping he’d hear her as branches began to fall around the boy. She continued to concentrate knowing that any false move or thought would make her spell release and he’d be falling to the ground faster than she’d be able to catch him. It took precision Celina didn’t know if she had any left of.
“Please…” she whispered through her teeth, hoping that anyone relatively more magical than she could hear.
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Post by Dante Vroom on Feb 4, 2009 1:44:02 GMT -5
The sudden jolt of being hit with Celina's spell knocked the wind out of Dante, forcing him to take a deep breath of smoke. The cough that followed shook him to his core, but he was able to hear the girl's voice below. His right hand, that had made it's way to the trunk of the tree to balance himself, slipped away from it. He was completely airborne before he realized what exactly was happening. Should she drop him now...no he could not think about that, this was not a spell she aimed to hurt him with. It was meant to protect, or perhaps at this point it was to save.
More debris from the tree fell around him, and a few smaller pieces came dangerously close to him. One scrapped just above his eye, the cut it created was not deep by any means, but stung enough that he was forced to close his left eye. Dante shielded his head with his right arm and looked up. He had to squint in order to see through the bright flickering fire; only to see several larger pieces that would give way soon.
He motioned with his right hand to move them away, and with the gesture they did in turn, shift and fall behind into the inferno that was getting closer. Casting wandless magic was not something Dante was good at, much less with the hand he normally did not use. He had barely noticed the tree he had been on caught fire again, finally the sheer cold and ice that he had cast before had vaporized by now.
Slowly he got closer to the ground, ten feet, eight, three. Finally his legs felt the comfortable feeling of solid ground. Only then did he let out the smoky breath he had inhaled all that time before. Looking around trying to get a feel for the direction of the school. The smoke had all but cut off any attempt to just run in a direction until they figured out which way was which. And it was surely a signal to friend and foe alike that someone was in the forest. It would have to wait though, as a more pressing matter was at hand.
He took the few steps toward Celina, right hand clenched in a fist. He had every intention of hitting her with all the force he could muster. But something held him back. Even as he just started to ready the swing it paused. Maybe it was the knowledge that he could not get out of it alone, maybe it was his inability to act hostile to someone, maybe it was that Celina was a girl and grandmother had always said not to hit them. At any rate his fist relaxed, tension released. She had pulled him off the tree after all.
The crackling of burning wood drew Dante's attention, turned away from the girl and looked from a new angle at the raging fire before them. His left arm wrapped between his chest and his right again, shielding it the best he could. The wound had yet to stop bleeding, but the pain had gone to the back of his mind as he saw the blaze. The expression on his face had become one of awe. “What have you done Celina?” was all that Dante could muster before he raised his left hand and stated “accio wand”. Without his wand, and with the injury it appeared his casting was off, as no wand came quickly to his hand.
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Celina Jedynak
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Feb 11, 2009 20:39:43 GMT -5
Post by Celina Jedynak on Feb 11, 2009 20:39:43 GMT -5
(Sorry, seven day stretch and then a whole bunch of crap. It happens... )
Steady… steady… Celina spoke to herself in her mind as the other side of her just watched in horror. She was about to kill someone if she didn’t control herself. It was the emotions her father had warned her about continuously the last summer. Ones that only women, seemed to have when they weren’t under a man’s control. Celina could feel a tear form in the corner of her right eye, and yet she had to stay focused. Otherwise it was certain that she’d drop her housemate, and with the fire so close to him, it was doubtful he’d survive without more than what he’d already suffered.
Focusing so well, Celina didn’t even notice Dante’s own magic clearing him from any debris that fell from the tree that she could not block from him. There was only so much she could do… only so much he could do. Together, whether they realized it or not, were working as a team for the first time… someone noticed and it amazed her. For once, she stood silent in her own mind… no screaming, not even a breath was heard… not now when so much was at stake.
As Dante finally reached the ground, all strength used, Celina’s arms went to her self as she hugged tightly. Underneath herself, her knees threatened to buckle, and in her mind, the yelling began once again. It was doubtful that even Dante would see… would hear… but still, Celina tried to be heard from beyond. As she lifted her head, surprised that Dante was moving toward her in a manner much like her father had approached her multiple times the prior summer, Celina found herself frozen. No defense… not even turning to the side to scream away… silent stillness.
It was only her eyes that shut, and tears fell gently from both sides. Within her, she could feel some relief exhale, wondering if the impact that was sure to come would help her wake up from the magic that bound who she was on the inside. Wake her up from her own misery and madness…
…but no impact came.
What have you done, Celina?
Thick Italian accent crushed all hopes as her suspicions of the boy had done so when they’d first met. He could see past nothing but the craziness of a Raven girl in heat… and her knees finally gave way as Celina fell to the ground, not sobbing, yet the tears wouldn’t stop falling from her face. She’d let herself get out of control… she’d allow the impurities to consume her. Pushing back the screams, inside she knew what she was doing. Her father had trained her well to forget… to obey… to discipline.
“Excuse my behavior, “ she whispered as if speaking to her father, rather than a peer. “I’ve allowed myself to get out of hand and for that must be punished.” Celina didn’t look up, nor did she even open her eyes. It wouldn’t matter what Dante Vroom did next, for Celina was already causing herself more pain than anyone could. Silently casting, Celina bound herself mentally as her father had taught her to do if she was found out of control. Her eyes would show it if anyone looked deep enough into them, for when she opened them allowing the last tears to fall from her face and onto the ground, they’d glazed over and her heart beat slowly.
The spell made her a walking doll… …a walking, porcelain doll.
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