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Post by lunaxmoony on May 25, 2007 12:35:40 GMT
I step into the Shrieking Shack and look around. It doesn't look like much. They say this place is supposed to be haunted. If so, where are the ghosts? Maybe I can give it some of my own. Immediately my mind flashes to the image of my best friend, screaming in pain as Fenrir Greyback clawed her to death. I shuddered. Maybe not. Too painful to remember.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 19:58:35 GMT
"Fuck-bollocks-shit-motherfucking-..." I mutter, bursting into the shack and slamming the door behind me, then abruptly trailing off as I see a girl already standing there.
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jun 3, 2007 19:44:13 GMT
I see a guy come in swearing and jump.
"Who are you?" I ask quietly.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 5, 2007 15:12:09 GMT
"Ian." I say guardedly. "Ian Hunt. Who are you?"
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jun 8, 2007 12:20:09 GMT
"Gabriella Summers. What are you doing here? I thought no one came here. This place is supposed to be haunted." I say, still nearly whispering.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jun 8, 2007 16:04:01 GMT
"Haunted." I snort. "Spirits, ghosts, the supernatural, I'd like to see them try and do a damn thing to me. Life is what hurts."
I walk over to a window, peering out.
They'd gone.
"What are you doing here, then?"
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 4, 2007 8:58:31 GMT
"Nothing much, I guess. I just needed to get away from my friends for a while. They ask questions I don't want to answer. You didn't answer my question." I cross my arms and lean against the wall.
ooc<< Sorry it took so long.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 4, 2007 18:13:13 GMT
"No, I didn't." I say, raising an eyebrow, not turning round, "Just looking for a place to hide, okay?"
[ooc-it's okay. no worries.]
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 9, 2007 20:48:40 GMT
"Ok, sorry, you could have just said you didn't want to answer. I know how that feels." I take out a knife and start flicking it up in the air and catching it. "Lovely weather outside, isn't it?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 9, 2007 20:53:53 GMT
"Hadn't noticed." I say guardedly, keeping a wary eye on her knife, hand hovering slightly away from my pocket where Rowan's knife still was...probably still uncleaned, like always.
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 9, 2007 21:12:21 GMT
"It was sarcasm. Am I making you nervous?" I smirk. "It's not often I make others nervous."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 9, 2007 21:20:21 GMT
"I get nervous easy." I mutter, glancing back out of the window, "You would too if you were me."
Satisfied that he'd gone, I turn back away from the window, fumbling in my pocket for a cigarette, "You got a light? I threw mine out. Supposed to be quitting."
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 9, 2007 21:22:51 GMT
"Here you go." I put the knife away and pull out my lighter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 9, 2007 21:25:49 GMT
"Cheers," I mutter, lighting up then handing it back to her.
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 9, 2007 21:28:14 GMT
I start playing with the flame from the lighter. "So... you scare easily? What if someone walked up behind you, pressed something to your back, and said 'don't move,' what would you do?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 9, 2007 21:29:02 GMT
"Turn round and snap their fucking neck." I reply.
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 9, 2007 21:31:39 GMT
I laugh. "Nice. I was gonna say they were holding a marker to your back. Good choice though."
(ooc: I gotta go, but I'll be back.. sometime.)
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 9, 2007 21:37:12 GMT
"Thanks. It doesn't matter if it's a marker or not though. It's the prinicipal."
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 10, 2007 15:06:49 GMT
"Hmm. Sounds kinda dark. What do you mean it's the principal? Are you from some sort of cult that specializes in breaking people's necks or something?" I raise an eyebrow.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 10, 2007 16:06:14 GMT
I snort with laughter, "Er...well, maybe not specializes in breaking people's neck and I wouldn't say cult, but along those lines. And I mean, the principal of someone thinking they can fuck with me, threaten me and give me orders. Even if the threat was empty."
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 12, 2007 18:47:33 GMT
I laugh softly. "Interesting."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:51:10 GMT
"That's a nice word for it." I reply.
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 12, 2007 18:55:03 GMT
"Do you play Quidditch at all?" I ask, starting to pace around the room.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 18:59:22 GMT
"No. I fly. But not quidditch. You?"
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 12, 2007 19:06:35 GMT
"I'm a Ravenclaw chaser."
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 12, 2007 19:15:40 GMT
"What house are you in?" I ask, then stop pacing and come to stand beside him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 12, 2007 19:27:14 GMT
"Slytherin."
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 13, 2007 4:11:38 GMT
"Ooo, does that mean you're a bad boy?" I say with a smile, leaning against the wall.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 13, 2007 18:17:34 GMT
I raise an eyebrow, "Does being in Ravenclaw make you a smartass bitch whore?"
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Post by lunaxmoony on Jul 14, 2007 20:02:04 GMT
"No," I say lightly. "It makes me free to do what I want, though. I don't have to be bad, I don't have to be good, and I don't have to be rather dull. All I have to be is rather smart, which isn't a bad thing. It keeps me out of... ok, never mind," I mutter darkly.
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