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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 19:27:01 GMT
I march away from the dungeons after being taunted about my parents' deaths. I've been using the Room of Requirement for years in order to avoid people... I can only hope that no one's in there now, since it seems like a popular spot lately.
I just need to break things.... I think as I pace back and forth, then look up and see the door.
Perfect. I grin vaguely and walk in, seeing a nice, small room with half the walls padded and half of them brick. Shelves of glass objects await.... I hurl them, one after the other, against the wall, not thinking for several minutes and just letting my fury take over.
Stupid, fucking bastard... too weak to fight back... too dumb to prevent it.
"Aaauuurrgh!" I scream, hurling a vase... and then myself... against the wall. So that's what the padding was for. Apparently the RoR knew my requirements better than I did. My eyes are blurred by tears as even my thoughts become incoherent - nothing but random words like 'weak,' 'fuck,' and 'stupid.'
This is all your fault.
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Post by Andromeda Black on Jul 28, 2007 19:33:07 GMT
"You ok?"I asked as I walked through the door needing a place to think,"You kinda look like hell."
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 19:38:15 GMT
"Jake?" Saphire said in a whisper.
She had been walking down the corridor when she heard the sound of breaking objects and yelling.
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Post by Andromeda Black on Jul 28, 2007 19:40:31 GMT
I looked over and saw a girl I had never met before, I recognized her as Saphire though,"Is he ok?"I asked her.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 19:48:15 GMT
Saphire shook her head.
"You should be glad you can't hear thoughts" She said the girl, but didn't look at her. Instead she slowly walked into the room.
"Jake?" She asked again, but this time a bit more loudly.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 19:48:22 GMT
((Damn you answered too fast....))
I hurl another glass at the wall and then turn, glaring, at the two girls.
"How in the hell are you in here?" I ask, picking up a fragile glass ball about the size of a snitch and squeezing it until it shatters, cutting my hand. Then I fling away the fragments, trying not to lose it completely while witnesses are present.
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Post by Andromeda Black on Jul 28, 2007 19:52:08 GMT
I watched from the door not quite sure what to do, a little confused by Saphires comment.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 19:52:37 GMT
((lol.. Sorry man))
Saphire looked at him. "Your hurt" She commented seeing his hand. "Let me fix it"
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 19:56:48 GMT
I shake my head, pulling away. "I'd rather let it bleed, thanks." I grab another vase but don't throw it, just needing to have something in my hand.
You ever killed anyone? I wonder, forgetting that she can read minds.
"How in the hell are you in here?" I ask again, looking from her to the other, vaguely familar, Slytherin girl.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 19:59:46 GMT
Saphire gasped.
"I..What?" She asked taken aback by the thought.
She continued to walk to him, very slowly not wanting to have anything thrown at her.
"Just let me heal your hand Jake" She said softly.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:08:56 GMT
I shake my head, feeling like I'm about to explode from all the pressure in my head and chest.
"It's fine," I snap, hurling the vase onto the ground behind me and then suddenly sitting down to put my head in my hands.
I'm a bastard, I'm a moron, I'm a stupid fucking jerk.
I shake my head and then let out a sobbing sort of laugh.
"I'm an asshole and they're dead," I mutter into my hands.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:10:07 GMT
Saphire bit her lip but continued to walk. When she reached him she knealed in front of him.
"Jake..what happened?" She asked reaching for his hurt hand.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:13:59 GMT
I jerk my hand away from her.
"My filthy, useless, stupid muggle parents are now dead," I say bitterly. "Any idea what sort of people might hold that opinion of them?" I ask, looking up.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:14:54 GMT
"Are you trying acuse me of something?" She asked in a whisper. She reached for his hand again.
"Stop being stubburned Jake, and let me heal this"
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:21:47 GMT
I shake my head and let her take my hand, too listless to argue anymore.
"Not necesarilly you... but the sort of people who think like you do. Death Eater friends of yours maybe," I mutter, holding my head in my left hand.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:23:33 GMT
Saphire sighed as she healed his hand.
"And who says I associate with anythem?" She asked calmly letting go of his hand, and looking up at his face.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:28:27 GMT
I raise my eyebrows. "So you're saying that you're not a Death Eater? That you don't think Muggles are scum?" I shake my head and look down at my hand. "Never mind."
I wish it hurt again.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:32:28 GMT
She glared.
"Just because I'm a deat eater doesn't mean I think Muggles are scum" She said narrowing her eyes.
"And don't you 'Nevermind' me Mr. More" She said in a harsh tone getting up and sitting next to him.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:37:15 GMT
I shake my head. "I meant, 'never mind' as in I don't need to know." I shrug. "Although on second thought I kind of did." I look around the room full of shattered glass, amazed at how much calmer I am now, and feeling guilty for it.
What? Not going to beat yourself up anymore? No longer think you're a coward? You are a coward, bastard. And it's your fault that they're dead.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:39:10 GMT
Saphire glared.
"You know" She said leaning back.
"Thinking like that doesn't help anything"
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 20:47:13 GMT
I glare back at her and snort. "Yeah, so I'll just decide what to think. How 'bout I choose how to feel and pick my beliefs?" I shake my head. "I screwed up. And I'm too much of a coward to... know what to do." I shake my head again, and then a sudden thought makes me freeze.
"Fuck... Lacey... I haven't seen her all day."
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 20:52:45 GMT
Saphire raised her eyebrows.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 21:01:20 GMT
I shake my head and close my eyes.
She had better be okay.... You had better be okay, hear me, Lace? Dammit.
"She never... she never goes home anyway, if dad's around." I mutter, then laugh humorlessly.
Yeah, well, dad's not around anymore, is he? Not that that's the end of the world.
I shake my head again, refusing to think about my mother.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 21:03:54 GMT
"Jake.." She said queitly.
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 28, 2007 21:08:16 GMT
"Yes?" I ask, after getting up and starting to pace.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 28, 2007 21:25:04 GMT
"I'm sorry for your lose" She said with a sigh.
"but you can't go around acussing people"
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Post by Jake Moore on Jul 29, 2007 2:28:45 GMT
I smile slightly. "Yeah. Sorry about that. And it probably wouldn't be smart to accuse some stranger."
I frown, still pacing.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Jul 30, 2007 3:03:35 GMT
She nodded, and waited without saying a word.
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Post by Jake Moore on Aug 5, 2007 3:19:57 GMT
I continue pacing. So... Lacey is all right.... She has to be all right. And our parents are now dead, and I'm... calmer now. Okay. Probably a good thing.
"Sorry," I say again... and then feel a sudden urge to throw something again.
So maybe not quite calm, I think as I try to suppress it.
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Post by Saphire Amy Lynn on Aug 5, 2007 6:15:59 GMT
Saphire bit her lip.
"I..Uh.." She looked at him then sighed standing up.
"Are you going to be alright? I mean..when you end up being by yourself again?"
Saphire wasn't sure why she cared that he was ok, but she felt like she had to. She didn't kill his parents, but that didn't mean she couldn't try and help in anyways.
'Some deatheater' She thought toherself.
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