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Night
Oct 14, 2006 16:51:00 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 14, 2006 16:51:00 GMT -5
It was a cold, snowy night when Adelphie Strife passed the Shrieking Shack. Her run-down flat neighbored the notorious building, so it was hard to avoid passing by. Her blue eyes glanced quickly at the abandoned structure, and somehow she was amazed by its shabbiness. She paused and leaned on the icy lamp post, staring at the Shrieking Shack.
"Bloody hell, the thing gives me the creeps," Strife muttered to herself before taking out a pack of Red Apple cigarettes. She took one out of the pack before pocketing it and tried to light it up. Stupid lighter wasn't working and she reached for her wand to light the fag.
Taking in the smoke, Strife continued to stare at the Shack. What happened in there? Why was it all boarded up? She heard the rumors that it was haunted, but it looked unoccupied by both the living and the dead.
(closed)
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Oct 14, 2006 18:08:34 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 14, 2006 18:08:34 GMT -5
"Smoking is bad for your health..." a voice said from the corner of a street. He moved forward till the light from a lightpost revealed him. He wore a shadowy cloak that seemed to be made out of the same material the dark was made of.
His emotionless eyes sought the source of the pollution. He recognized the woman as a barmaid that he saw when he went to the pub. He moved closer to her as he eyed her,
"...Let me get a smoke from you. I left my pack at home..." he said, his voice as cold as the freezing December winds.
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Night
Oct 14, 2006 18:15:16 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 14, 2006 18:15:16 GMT -5
(Kudos if you know where Red Apple cigarettes are from ;D)
Adelphie looked her shoulder and looked the stranger up and down. She had almost jumped from surprise; she thought she was alone. "What happened to 'please'?" she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. With the cigarette between her two fingers of her right hand, she offered it to Aros.
There was something about this man that bothered her, perhaps it was his slight arrogance. "What brings you here so late?" she muttered. Usually, she was the only one that was out so late. Closing the Three Broomsticks went late into the night. It was rare to see anyone out so late... especially with what had been going on. The Aurors and the Ministry had instilled extra security on the tiny village of Hogsmeade.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Oct 14, 2006 22:44:14 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 14, 2006 22:44:14 GMT -5
((Honestly I have no idea where they're from lol))
"I have no manners." he said bluntly, taking the cigarette from her offered hand. He took out a shiny silver lighter and flicked it open. With a click, the small flame emerged from the lighter and brought it close to the unlit cigarette. Taking a deep drag of the cigarette, he blew the smoke at Adelphie, a smirk upon his face,
"My business on why I am out here tonight is no concern of yours." he said with an annoyed expression on his face. He gave her a arrogant look, "Shouldn't you be running back to your pub? Don't you have floors to sweep or dishes to wash instead of looking at the Shack?" he said, chuckling slightly.
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Night
Oct 15, 2006 10:16:29 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 15, 2006 10:16:29 GMT -5
((It's fine, lol. Most people don't know where they are from. ^^;; Quentin Tarantino movies: Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill V. I and II, and Reservoir Dogs. Oh, and congrats on Post 100))
"Obviously," Adelphie coughed out as she tried to fan the smoke away with her hand. The nerve of this guy... She glared at him; this man was not slightly arrogant, he was completely arrogant. People these days, they think they're so high up.
Then he made fun of her job; it was a good thing that it was dark because Strife blushed heavily. How did he know what she did for a living? The ring on her pinky finger started glowing yellow, Strife was feeling pissed off by this complete stranger. She made a note that if he ever came for healing at St. Mungo's to refuse to serve him. "Who...are you?"
It sounded stupid, but it was the only thing that Strife could think of saying. She had a feeling that she had seen him somewhere before, but was it at the Three Broomsticks? She was usually studying and unattending to the customers, so it was probable that she had seen him and forgotten. However, his presence was something that Strife wouldn't easily forget.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Oct 16, 2006 16:50:13 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 16, 2006 16:50:13 GMT -5
((lol didn't know Aros posted his 100th post))
"I go by many titles..." he said mysteriously, taking another long drag of the burning cigarette, this time blowing the smoke away from the waitress. He went by so many names that it was hard to keep count nowadays. People have called him Reaper, Butcher, Sinner, Demon and many other lovable nicknames of that sort. He was particularly fond of being called the 'Angel with Scabbed Wings', a name given to him by a departed priest after he did the...departing.
"Call me Aros..." he said, flicking the ash away from him. He eyed the waitress with a look that could've been interpreted by many ways, "...Should you be here all alone right now? There are many sickos and bad sort of people roaming around the streets these days."
Like himself.
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Night
Oct 17, 2006 20:17:38 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 17, 2006 20:17:38 GMT -5
"Oh, please..." Strife said rolling her eyes at Aros. He was so full of himself. She took in the smoke of the cigarette and tapped the end a few times to allow the glowing embers to fall to the snowy ground. As the embers met with the snowflakes, the ice and fire melted together and created a tiny crater where the fire and ice had joined.
"I go by many titles..." Strife mumbled cynically under her breath, trying not to laugh. "Give me a break, Mysterioso." So his name was Aros. OR at least he said that was his name. It definitely was a good name. Not something stupid like Adelphie or Calypsa.
Strife eyed Aros, raising an eyebrow and moving her head so that she faced him eye to eye. "I think I can handle a few juvenile delinquents or amateurs, thank you very much."
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Oct 18, 2006 6:31:00 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 18, 2006 6:31:00 GMT -5
Aros laughed, taking another drag of the cigarette before exhaling the smoke. He flicked the now finished cigarette away from him, watching how the wind caught it and began to carry it away from them. He shoved his hands into his cloak pockets as he stared down at the snow.
"Well...I wasn't talking about that sort of people." he said, looking back up at her, "I was talking about the people you really have to worry about. The Aurors are here for a reason." he said quietly.
"You know..." he began, speaking up once again, "When a person gives a name, the other person usually gives theirs too. It a sort of manner, you see. Unless, of course, you were born without manners as I." he finished, smirking at the woman.
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Night
Oct 18, 2006 7:02:14 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 18, 2006 7:02:14 GMT -5
“I doubt I’d need to worry about it.” Strife said quietly, shoving the cigarette butt into the lamp post to extinguish the ember. “I’m a big girl now,” In all seriousness, she really didn’t care too much about what was happening. The Aurors and people who were attacked gave themselves a reason. It was their fault anyway—they were the ones looking for trouble.
She had to grin slightly. It was very rude of her, wasn’t it? “Strife,” she said curtly. “The name is Strife.” She hated the name Adelphie, and avoided using it when possible. “Pleased to meet you.” She flicked the cigarette onto a nearby trash bin. “What about you Aros? Are you not afraid of what the Aurors are warning us about?”
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Oct 20, 2006 6:36:14 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 20, 2006 6:36:14 GMT -5
He leaned against a picket fence of a storefront as he eyed her with curiousity. He had known a man named Strife before. Blond, spikey-haired guy that he hadn't seen in ages. He wondered if she was related to him in any shape or form. It was doubtful though, considering that the woman in front of him looked ready to topple over by the slightest breeze and the man was quite strong.
"Strife, eh?" he said, saying the word slowly as if taking it all in, "A vigorous or bitter conflict, discord, or antagonism. Quite a lovely name really." he said, smirking at her.
"Why should I be afraid?" he asked, looking at her from under the shadows of his hood, "Should I be afraid?" he asked curiously.
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Oct 20, 2006 9:08:29 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 20, 2006 9:08:29 GMT -5
“I’m glad to see that we know our vocabulary here.” Strife murmured flipping her hair back unconsciously to get the strands of blonde hair from her face. She leaned on the light pole and folded her arms. Why was she still talking to this man? She was definitely intrigued by him, that was for sure. But there was something explainable in his voice and in his cold expression that made the hair on the back of Strife’s neck stand.
As a total stranger, she didn’t trust him—he seemed clever, manipulative and strangely charming. She made a note to watch out for this man named Aros. She looked away from him, and let her grey blue eyes focus on the faraway lights of Hogwarts Castle.
“Afraid? No, not at all. A bandit once told me that fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.” She stood up straighter and put her hands in her pockets. “Fear is nothing but a mind-killer, and it is the one thing that holds us back.”
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Night
Oct 23, 2006 8:32:54 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Oct 23, 2006 8:32:54 GMT -5
Aros chuckled, listening to the girl with amusement. As a person in a dark job as his, he was put in many predicaments where killing was necessary. Fear was important in his kind of job. The only reason why the people he killed were dead was because their fear was bigger than his. Sure he had fear but he made sure that it was a small amount, at least smaller than his adversaries. This girl probably had no concept of that,
"Fear is what makes us..." he said with a sort of wisdom. He looked at the girl with his cold, emotionless eyes, "It tethers us to this world...It makes us and keeps us human. Fear is needed in order to live...It is necessary."
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Night
Oct 23, 2006 15:49:37 GMT -5
Post by strife on Oct 23, 2006 15:49:37 GMT -5
She looked down at her feet, letting her hair cover her face. She often did this when she felt uncomfortable. Her hand moved to her back pocket, reaching for her wand unconciously. Strife narrowed her eyes and looked at him sideways.
"I beg to differ, Aros. Fear is nothing but a useful tactic against your enemy. Fear isn't what makes us at all; our mind is what makes us. Fear just holds us back from what we are truly meant to be. It prevents us from meeting our full potential. Why would we want to be human, when we could be much greater?" she said, just as coldly as him. She brushed the hair out of her face, clenched her fists and growled at him slightly. "Stop looking at me like that!" she said suddenly.
She hated his cold expression-- couldn't he emit any other emotion than that? He wasn't some stupid robot... What the hell was his problem? He was starting to piss her off, and a pissed off Strife was not something you'd like to see.
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Aros Orphe
Wizard
Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
Posts: 164
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Night
Nov 3, 2006 10:49:12 GMT -5
Post by Aros Orphe on Nov 3, 2006 10:49:12 GMT -5
Aros chuckled at her little tirade, a smile on his face, "I can easily see that you have such high expectations for yourself, Strife. Be more than human?" he asked before laughing once again, echoing in the silent night of Hogsmeade, "Be prepared to make a deal with the devil himself for that..."
Her movement didn't go unnoticed to Aros as he eyed her with careful consideration. His left palm touched the cool wood of his wand which was sheathed in his left sleeve of his robes. He excelled in his drawing skills but would not let that lower his defences. Pride would not be his downfall.
He blinked at her, "Look at you like what? I'm looking at you the same way I look at other people. You're nothing special so I see no reason on why I should change my... look."
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Nov 3, 2006 11:50:43 GMT -5
Post by strife on Nov 3, 2006 11:50:43 GMT -5
Why were they still talking to each other? At the corner of her eye, she could tell that Aros had taken out his wand too. Strife didn't want to be the one who backed down, instead she glared at him back. They were on dead-lock, and there seemed to be little chance of victory on both sides. There was only one thing to do in this kind of situation...
"Do you want to go inside for some tea?" she asked him softly, letting her wand down slightly.
((LMAO. I really had no idea what else to do. I didn't want them to fight or kill each other))
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