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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 20, 2009 16:24:48 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie Xenith She kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
hunter never really understood the intrigue. why have whole lessons, subjects, courses, even exams about bloody muggles and how they lived when all you REALLY had to do was ask a squib, or lose your wand for a day. they weren't anything interesting, in hunter's opinion, and to be quite frank, they appalled and sickened her. even looking at a muggle on the streets made her feel filthy, and she wanted them out of her school as soon as possible, even if they had somehow managed to leech magic off a wizarding family that housed a squib (who wouldn't have been a squib if muggles had kept to themselves and bred other 'normal' muggles). she always held her breath walking past that classroom, and any time a known muggleborn walked past, she would put on a sneer of disgust, whilst the younger slytherins, seeing her reaction, would hold their noses and torment the child for the rest of the day. she walked past it now, on her way to the owlery, and she peeked in the door, sticking the tip of her wand far enough through to hex one of those filthy muggle-lovers before sneaking her wand away again and carrying on down the corridor and up more stairs to the owlery. she didn't really have anyone to send a letter to, but she liked to keep up the pretense that she had parents, at least, if she wasn't allowed to have feelings around the other students. positive ones, anyway. all hunter was capable of doing, apparently, was being angry, ferocious, violent, sarcastic, or just plain cruel. any negative emotion was well within reach for her, and no matter how well she acted, positive emotions didn't come easily to her, unless with people she truly enjoyed being around, and those people numbered a rather pathetic one, even in her penultimate year at school. however, there were legitimate reasons for fearing hunter, and today was one of them. she had woken up in a foul mood, for no particular reason, and she wanted to scare and shock as many people as she could. she dressed in a black bustier, a black and purple tartan skirt that barely covered her ass, and knee high boots with buckles all the way up them. she even accessorised to frighten. she wore fishnet thigh highs, and when she walked, the lace tops and suspenders were visible. she had a switch blade in her pocket, and her wand in her hand. she had donned fingerless gloves, and painted her eyes and nails black. even her lipstick and jewellery was black. a leather jacket complete with chains and zips was slung carelessly over her shoulders, and she had a hiss and a glare ready for anyone that dared look at her. hunter was on the war path.
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Post by addison on Jul 21, 2009 3:36:33 GMT -5
[/b] she said, petting the owl. "And, when you return, I'll give you a snack. Promise. Just find me." Then, she guided the owl towards the window and watched it fly off. She stood at the window for a little while to watch the owl get smaller and smaller. [/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Hunter E. Xenith on Jul 21, 2009 11:34:03 GMT -5
Hunter Elodie XenithShe kills with no life to spare
JUST VICTIMS ARE LEFT TO BLEED
[/color] One drink and the pain goes down[/size]
normally, hunter just pretended to send letters to people. she'd sit down and write something on a piece of paper, and shove it in an envelope. she'd let her owl read it, and then fly off with it. chances were, the letters were just gibberish words strung together, and the letter was going to end up as some lucky bird's nest lining. occasionally, though, hunter would send an actual letter to her stepfather. it would never be much, just a few words. that was what she was doing today. she'd been at school for over five weeks now, and in that course, she had received three lengthy letters from him. she hadn't responded at all until now.  hunter whistled for her owl, and it came swooping down from the furthest, darkest rafters. go figure. it landed in front of her on the perch, looking disdainfully around her at the bedraggled and unkempt owls that huddled together for warmth at night. she looked pristine, glossy, and hunter felt a surge of pride. even her owl knew they were superior. ophelia hooted, glancing at the letter, head tilting to the side questioningly. "i know this one says 'dad' on it, ophelia, but don't send it to him. i don't think he'd manage to read it. take it to wes. he'll be at home." ophelia plucked the letter out of hunter's hand with her beak, and flew off with a few strong flaps of her black wings. hunter smirked as she looked at the only other person in the room. "they're animals, not people." she pointed out, cruelly. "they're SUPPOSED to do things for you. don't reward them." she shook her head, despairing slightly. it seemed that, ever since the threat of voldemort had been banished, people were getting soft. mind you, though, this WAS a bravura chick, and they weren't exactly renowned for their unpleasant behaviour.
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Post by Jace Anderson on Jul 21, 2009 20:23:33 GMT -5
For Jace, history of Magic was the worst class ever. Who cared where the magic came from as long as they could use it? With a smirk he thought that most of the students interested in it were the mud-bloods, or “muggle borns” as the wizarding comuniy had decided to call them. Not feeling up to sitting in class hearing boring lectures of wizards past, Jace decided not to go to class. Now the dilemma was were to go.
He started wandering around empty hallways. This got boring easily, so again he was faced with the ‘where to go’ dilemma. While he thought, he walked around, and ended up outside the owlery. Apparently his subconscious already knew where to go. He didn’t really ever go to the owlery unless it was to meet up with someone, or when he was cutting class and didn’t have anything else to do, much like today. He didn’t have an owl, for he didn’t have parents to write to, since his father was dead and his mother was crazy. It didn’t bother him anymore, but he didn’t think about it much either way.
When he was outside the door, he heard Hunter Xenith talking to someone. He smiled as he told the person that owls were supposed to send letters and didn’t need rewards. His smile soon disappeared, as he opened the door and didn’t see anyone else in the room. “Uh, Hunter? Are you going crazy? Or are you talking to the owls?” The use of the word ‘crazy didn’t bother him, even if his mother was like that. He had never been really close to her to care if she was diagnosed as crazy, or whatever. Most people didn’t know that, except some of his fellow dissemblance housemates. After asking her this, he started laughing.
He had seen a Bravura girl by one of the windows. “I agree with Hunter, owls are supposed to send letters, they don’t need gifts, or any form of reward.” he managed to say once he stopped laughing. Jace nodded in acknowledgement to Addison Hamilton, after he had commented on what he had heard Hunter say before he walked in. Looking at Hunter, he appraised her outfit. She was wearing a black bustier, and very nice skirt. In his opinion most girls should wear skirts like that. Not every girl, of course, some couldn’t pull it off, but other could, and those definitely should take fashion advise from Hunter. Walking closer to her, Jace asked her “have you heard about the next party? Seems pretty cool. Are you going?”
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Post by addison on Aug 1, 2009 21:45:17 GMT -5
[/i] for a job well done,"[/b] she said curtly. "Animals work better with positive reinforcements." Addison didn't see what the point was arguing with Hunter. It was only moments before that she talked to her own owl. Why couldn't Addison talk to her owl in peace? She was about to turn and leave when Jace walked into the owlery. This was not her lucky day. Who would have known that she would have to be stuck here with two Dissemblance students? Addison was usually a very tolerable person. But everyone knew the Dissemblance students were not the easiest to get along with. Their whole talk and beliefs of "pure-blood" was enough to make anyone sick. One would have thought with the worst wizard in the entire wizarding world gone, people would start to wise up. It wasn't very politically correct to call people "mudbloods" and whatnot. "Owls have long journeys ahead of them," Addison said, now defending herself against Jace and Hunter. "If you expect them to fly to the sender in time, it would help if you gave them some food or water to help the way. I, personally, like to reward people AND animals for assisting me. Don't you two every leave tip for people?" It was the same concept...kind of. When Addison heard the word 'party' her ears perked up. She loved going to parties, especially ones where she could be in the center of attention. "Party," she asked Jace. "What party? Who's having a party?" Her curiosity tended to get her into trouble. But, in this case, it led her to stick her nose in places where it didn't belong. She was sure Jace and Hunter didn't want to discuss the details of an upcoming party with her. [/size][/ul][/blockquote] |
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