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Post by Alexandra Foster on Aug 25, 2007 17:47:52 GMT
I bite my lip as I eye all the available owls, ranging from tiny to huge. Local deliveries only... to thousands of miles away.
Even if I could... and you know quite well you can't, I think in my usual confusing mix of first and second person. But even if you could, you don't even know what size owl you'd have to use. Because you don't even know where they are. And that is why you can't, and you know it, I think sternly.
Yeah, I know... I reply, still staring at the owls. They were the means for contacting my family. They were just one step away from getting letters from my family. And... I couldn't have that. I couldn't take that step. It was like showing candy to a four-year-old, and then locking it away in an Imperturbed glass case.
Except that this little four-year-old went looking for the candy. Didn't she, Andra?
I shake my head. Still staring at the owls.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 13:52:28 GMT
I walk absently into the post office, clutching a letter firmly in my hands, looking down at it as if it were both salvation and damnation in an envelope.
I was so preoccupied with staring at it, that I walk straight into a girl, "Oh shit, sorry."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 8, 2007 15:03:14 GMT
I jump about a mile, preoccupied as I am, and set several owls screeching.
"Sorry!" I say in general, wincing. "Sorry," I add to the guy, holding out my hand to shake his.
((Who is this, may I ask?))
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 15:06:12 GMT
I laugh slightly as owls start screeching, and shake her hand, "Sorry, that was my fault, not yours."
[ooc-the one and only andy. wanted to see what was so fun about playing people who tie in with ian so i made a relative.]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 8, 2007 15:09:14 GMT
"Well, that's nice to hear," I mutter, looking around. "And you are?"
((Coolness.... I see that your philosophical objection is back.))
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 15:12:12 GMT
"Oh, Scott Hunt. Sorry. Who are you?" I say, then inwardly cringe.
How rude would you like to sound there, Scott?
[ooc-yeah, fuck capital letters. who needs them anyway?]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 8, 2007 15:17:43 GMT
"Andra Foster," I say automatically, then look over at the owls for a moment. "Wait... Hunt?" I ask, turning back. "Any relation to Rowan and Ian?" That is their last name, right?((They're kind of useful for indicating the beginnings of sentences and making names and such look cooler than everything around them.  )) |
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 16:30:33 GMT
"Uh-huh. Rowan and Chris...er...Ian, and Cilla too, they're my cousins." I nod, "Why? Know 'em?"
[ooc-yeah...well...*no comebacks*]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 8, 2007 18:22:46 GMT
"Yeah..." I nod. "Somewhat anyway. Even Cilla, come to think of it."
I nod toward the envelope he's holding. "So what'd you come in here for?"
((THAT. WAS. FUCKED. Lol... in keeping with our new stalking-Kris-Lemche policy, we just watched "My Little Eye." Fucking twisted....))
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:26:25 GMT
"Probably know them better than I do," I laugh softly, "Just a letter," I half-shrug.
[ooc-I LOVE THAT FILM!]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 9, 2007 13:56:12 GMT
I nod. "Sending or receiving?" I ask about the letter. "And... that'd be really sad, if I know your cousins better than you do. Spoke very briefly to Cilla... talked about Ian rather than to him...." I shrug.
((You would... psycho. Damn, Rex is cool, though... all his characters are these assholes/smartasses who turn out surprisingly sweet. What's with that? And we also thought you'd like to know that both Laura and Maria have a tendency to get confused when talking about Kris Lemche or any of his characters, and sometimes they say your name instead. It's really weird.))
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 12, 2007 18:05:38 GMT
"Sending," I smile slightly, "Well, I don't really talk to them that much. None of them are ever around at home. All took off as soon as possible, not that I blame them. So what are you doing in here, if you don't mind me asking?"
[ooc-thank you. XD i don't know what's with that...my sister says she saw him in a film where he wasn't an asshole but she can't remember what it's called, which is helpful. i would like to say, that maybe they should try and kick the obsession with kris lemche and i would like to remind them that i am in fact, not him. lol.]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 12, 2007 18:14:08 GMT
"Ah..." My voice catches as I try to come up with a plausible lie... and then I wonder why I would need to lie. I sigh instead. "Pretending I can talk to my family," I shrug. "I sort of don't know where they are, and even if I did I couldn't send an owl."
I shrug again. "Uh... who to?" I ask, nodding to the letter.
((Thank you... I'll remind them. And I'd also like to add that I always call him Kris Lemche, never Andy, and that I am not obsessive... though, like them, I do think he's hot. ;D ))
((Okay... Laura's now insisting that she does not in fact doodle his name in her notebooks... that's Maria. And Maria saus that she never calls Kris Lemche Andy... she just calls you Kris Lemche. I'm not sure that's any better.))
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 9:43:28 GMT
"Oh," I say, trying to think of something to say in response to that, "Er...I'm sorry."
"Hmm? Oh...just a friend of mine," I shrug slightly.
[ooc-lmao. right okay.]
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 15, 2007 14:11:40 GMT
I shrug and then nod. "Hmm... yeah, it... it's okay." I shrug again. "Er... have fun delivering your letter then." I turn away to continue watching the owls, trying to imagine the sorts of places each might lead to.
They're okay though. That's the important thing.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 20, 2007 16:53:27 GMT
"Your family..." I say after her, as she turns around, "They're okay, right?"
I knew it wasn't my business, or my right to know, but...for some reason it'd always mattered to me, that people's families were okay. A family was an awful thing to lose.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 20, 2007 17:38:57 GMT
"Hm?" I turn around to face him again and shrug. "As far as I know, yeah." I smile slightly and look down. "My sister probably had her baby by now, and I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl. But... but hopefully they'd tell me, you know, if things weren't going as planned, and they got caught or something." I shrug again. "Why do you ask?" I ask puzzledly.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 17:34:38 GMT
"Just curious," I smile, "It's good to know people are doing okay, you know? Well, not okay, but...well, okay-ish. Alive and all. Hey, you're an aunt then, that's got to be something to cling to at least, and you can look forward til when you get to meet your niece or nephew."
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 17:44:12 GMT
"Yeah..." I nod. "Sometimes it just feels like I'm not gonna meet them 'til they're old enough to start here... 'cause this damn war is never going to end." I shake my head, suddenly wishing I hadn't mentioned my family to a stranger. But what could he possibly do, even if he wanted?
I shrug. "So... your family's okay, right?" I ask, trying to be polite.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 17:54:36 GMT
I shrug, "Yeah, well, I think. Probably. They can take care of themselves."
"The war will end, eventually," I nod, not elaborating because it'd be hard without giving away my alleigance. I knew when it did end, it'd be a lot better off for me if the Dark Lord came out on top.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 17:58:43 GMT
"Eventually," I nod, trying not to sound too grumbly.
And maybe then this fucked up shades of gray shit will go away.... I add in my head, scowling.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 18:01:27 GMT
I nod, not sure what to say anymore, "Well...uh...I'll leave you to it then. Nice to meet you," I smile slightly, and turn round, glancing at the owls, trying best to determine which would be the right one to use.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:12:46 GMT
I nod, not really paying attention to him anymore as I look back at the owls. Suddenly hating the whole damn world for everything from my mum's death to Arden's recent weirdness... death eaters who'd prefer to get out and an Order that won't let me in. All of a sudden, as though it's been building up for weeks or even months, I have a powerful urge to smash something. Possibly somebody's head.
I whirl around and stomp from the shop, slamming the door so hard behind me that I can hear the racket the owls make in response even from out here.
Fuming, I stride down the highstreet to get somewhere safe... somewhere where it's okay to scream and throw things before my blood boils and sets me on fire. I don't care how ridiculous I look, my own vision blurry with angry tears.
Nice to meet you, I think belatedly, as I pound my fist against an abandoned building, feeling like an absolute idiot.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 18:15:17 GMT
I jump slightly as the door slams, and owls go up into a frenzy, "Um...wasn't me?" I supply half-heartedly to the owner, then shove the letter back into my jacket and head outside again, deciding it could wait...but not for too long.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:20:14 GMT
After punching and kicking the building for a couple of minutes, I can't hold it in anymore and just scream. A raw, angry scream that sounds like somebody being tortured. A part of me sends out a silent apology to the villagers, but the rest of me is too busy collapsing on the ground with my arms wrapped around my knees while I cry.
God, I hope nobody sees me.... thinks the rational part of my brain.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 18:24:41 GMT
I dither uncertainly down the street for a moment, then approach cautiously, "Uh...Andra? Are you-...?" I start to ask then stop.
No, she's obviously not okay fucking moron.
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:28:37 GMT
Oh, fuck...
I look up and smile weakly at the guy I just met, not sure if it's better or worse that he's basically a stranger.
"Hiya," I mutter, drying my eyes with a sleeve.
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 18:45:43 GMT
"Er...need anything?" I ask sheepishly, feeling I should at least be doing something, but not sure what it was that I was supposed to do, "Want to talk at all?"
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Post by Alexandra Foster on Sept 21, 2007 18:52:24 GMT
"Sure, why not?" I shrug and laugh slightly, possibly looking deranged.
"I'm guessing you're a death eater so therefore I should hate you... but then again I don't hate Rowan so I won't hold it against you. Speaking of which, my best friend is all of a sudden questioning her side, and I really wish she wouldn't. I would like more than pretty much anything to join the Order and beat you people, but my family won't let me and if I do something stupid then my brother will find out and get himself killed. I think I've finally stopped listening to that stupid voice in my head, although that may be because it has blended with the rest of mt mind. And... and I just made a fool of myself in public. How've you been?"
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Post by Scott Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 16:02:42 GMT
"Er...wow, you speak...fast..." I mumble, then crouch down beside her, "I wish that there was something I could say, or do, to make it better. But there's not. It's just life, and life sucks a lot of the time. I'm not gonna say it gets easier, or I understand, cos I've not really ever been where you are, but I've got my own shit to get through, just like everyone else. You just gonna hang in there, cos that's only choice you got."
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