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Jul 15, 2007 10:12:57 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:12:57 GMT
I walked slowly round the edge of the empty quidditch pitch.
Trapped in painful memories, in which i couldn't seem to escape from.
I hated this place now.
Everything reminded me of him.
I kicked a loose stone at my feet, shoving my hands in my pckets as i walked.
It wasn't fair, but then again, life wasn't fair.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:16:13 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 10:16:13 GMT
I stand on top of the stands, looking around the empty pitch.
Everything here was perfect.
No one believed Ian, I could get to him easy and there was always someone to mess with.
Perfect.
Speaking of messing with people...I spot the girl from the Gryffindor table...Isa...walking round the pitch and smirk to myself, jumping down the benches in the stands to get to pitch level and walking over to her.
"Hello darlin'. How's life treating you?" I smirk.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:33:49 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:33:49 GMT
I see that aggravating Slytherin guy from earlier in the Great Hall, walking towards me and scowl at him. "Leave me alone." I say bitterly.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:34:59 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 10:34:59 GMT
"But that's no fun." I sigh heavily, mockingly, "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot."
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Jul 15, 2007 10:38:57 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:38:57 GMT
"Ha, you've got it right there." I sneer, before turning away and walking in the opposite direction, not wanting to be bothered by such an asshole.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:41:11 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 10:41:11 GMT
I grab hold of her shoulder and turn her back to face me, "Did no one ever teach you how to be polite?"
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Jul 15, 2007 10:47:50 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:47:50 GMT
I push his hand off my shoulder. "Don't touch me." I hiss. "I would be polite if you weren't such an asshole."
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Jul 15, 2007 10:48:20 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 10:48:20 GMT
"Asshole? Moi? We really have got off on the wrong foot. I'm honestly not that bad." I smirk.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:50:27 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:50:27 GMT
"Really? Prove it." I demand, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:54:16 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 10:54:16 GMT
"How would you like me to prove it?" I smirk, raising an eyebrow.
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Jul 15, 2007 10:59:55 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 10:59:55 GMT
"Well if you were telling the truth, you would already know." I say, hating his smirk.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:02:23 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:02:23 GMT
"Okay you got me, I'm a liar. A sick twisted motherfucking asshole. And I find lot's of things most people would think sickening quite funny. But rudeness is something I will not stand. Just ask MarilynMadeline, she knows I don't stand for rudeness. She knows what I do to rude people, like her, until they apologise." I smirk.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:03:30 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:03:30 GMT
"What did you do to here?" I ask angerily.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:09:39 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:09:39 GMT
I smirk not saying anything, seeing if she'd lose her temper like Ian had.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:12:37 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:12:37 GMT
"What did you do?" I shout, temper rising.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:13:48 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:13:48 GMT
I smirk even wider, studying my nails on one hand, "Ooh...look...blood under my nails..." I smile nastily.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:20:58 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:20:58 GMT
I step forward, grabbing the front of his shirt roughly. "What the fuck did you do to her!"
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Jul 15, 2007 11:27:02 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:27:02 GMT
"Now that's rude." I smirk, detatching her hands from the front of my shirt, and drawing my knife in one fluid movement, apparating right behind her and piercing the skin in the small of back with a shallow cut, dragging the knife upwards slightly so the blood oozed down her skin and onto my hand, the blade resting mjust below a fatal point, "That's what I did to MarilynMadeline. Hmm...yep yep. That's what I did. And lots and lots more as well."
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Jul 15, 2007 11:32:40 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:32:40 GMT
I cry out in pain, arching my back away from him. "W-why?" I ask quietly, voice cracking with pain.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:33:34 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:33:34 GMT
"I told you. I don't stand for rudeness." I smirk, leaning forward to speak so my lips brushed against her ear.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:41:33 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:41:33 GMT
"Just leave me alone, please." I say quietly, tears running silently down my cheeks.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:50:15 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:50:15 GMT
"Hmm...No." I smirk, digging the knife a little deeper between her shoulder blades, just above the fatal point, "You can think ChrisChrisIan for that one. He explicitly told me...'Stay away from Maddie...Stay away from my friends...' Hmm...yep yep, you count as his friend."
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Jul 15, 2007 11:52:07 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 11:52:07 GMT
I cry out loudly in pain again, unable to stop myself. "W-what have i ever d-done to you?" I ask shakily.
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Jul 15, 2007 11:54:37 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 11:54:37 GMT
I wrench the knife painfully out of her back, tracing the blade lightly over her skin, smirking, "Absolutely nothing at all."
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Jul 15, 2007 12:01:49 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 12:01:49 GMT
I let out a low hiss of pain as he pulls the knife out of my back.
"Then why can't you just leave me to get on with my own misreble exsistence? Instead of just making it worse."
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Jul 15, 2007 12:02:43 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 12:02:43 GMT
"Because I like to have fun." I smirk.
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Jul 15, 2007 12:03:48 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 12:03:48 GMT
"And this is you're idea of fun? You sound just like Heightington." I scoff.
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Jul 15, 2007 12:05:14 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 12:05:14 GMT
"Don't compare me to him. We're nothing alike." I growl, tracing the tip of the blade up her back again, not breaking the skin.
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Jul 15, 2007 12:08:24 GMT
Post by Isabella Knox on Jul 15, 2007 12:08:24 GMT
"Oh really, i think you're very alike. You both think torturing people is fun. You both use knives on you're victims." I say, knowing i should just shut up, hating the feeling of the cold blade against my skin.
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Jul 15, 2007 12:16:48 GMT
Post by Logan Andrews on Jul 15, 2007 12:16:48 GMT
"I use a lot of things on my victims. This is my favourite. This blade here. Always so cold. Always." I smirk, resting the blunt edge of the blade against her neck.
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