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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 5, 2007 19:36:18 GMT
"Oh. Huh. Well then, by all means, off the crazy bastard. But just do it off school grounds. Too many mother fucking attempts at murder there. And suicides. Fuckheaded teenagers keep trying to throw themselves from the Astronomy tower." I said, then went off into incoherent muttering.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 5, 2007 19:39:58 GMT
"Yeah, my dead girlfriend was one of those fuckheaded teenagers." I reply, slightly coldly.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 5, 2007 19:45:12 GMT
"Yeah, my now undead ex-fiancee was one of those fuckheaded teenagers, as was one of my best friends, almost. I got there right before she was about to jump. Jesus fucking christ, to see this girl that I love thinking about fucking killing herself..." I said the last sentence softly, but with force, looking down.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 5, 2007 19:49:00 GMT
"At least you didn't see the girl you love kill herself." I reply, less coldly, "I did. Erin jumped just as I walked in. Nearly fell out myself trying to catch her. Couldn't reach. Went a little insane after that."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 5, 2007 19:51:48 GMT
"I saw the same ex-fiancee get killed. By my current girlfriend, actually. Who also killed Hannah's baby in an attempt to kill her too. Hannah being the best friend who was thinking about jumping.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 5, 2007 20:24:33 GMT
"Kind of sucks to be us really."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 5, 2007 23:35:13 GMT
"Completely."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 6, 2007 11:37:31 GMT
"Can't wait to be out of here."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 7, 2007 1:31:51 GMT
"Wish I had that option."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 7, 2007 11:29:20 GMT
"Why don't you?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 7, 2007 22:35:40 GMT
I shrugged. "I've got a sister. She didn't deserve to be forced into a 'respectable pure-blood marriage' as my parents wanted for her. She has a boyfriend, and wanted to move in with him. I promised my parents I'd stick around and work for my dad."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 12:49:04 GMT
"Decent of you," I remark, "I have my not sister in law. I'm taking her with me. And my best mate. We're all leaving together. Nothing to keep me here besides them and if they're coming too then there's nothing to keep me here at all."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 8, 2007 13:33:27 GMT
"Lucky. I'd have to take two very little girls, my pregnant sister, her boyfriend, Hannah, Preggers Molly, and her two very little boys. At least."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 8, 2007 15:53:04 GMT
"Or you could just forget them and leave on your own." I say, "Thought about doing that. Couldn't in the end. Sirius is really getting pissed off at me. Keeps telling me I can't go and abandon the kid."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 9, 2007 22:03:41 GMT
I shook my head. "I don't think I could leave them either. Damn these emotional attatchments."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 10:43:44 GMT
"Yeah, tell me about it." I mutter.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 14:53:29 GMT
"Speaking of attachments..." I smirked. "I was told to ask to see your neck?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 14:57:35 GMT
"You mean the A that fucking psycho burnt into my neck?"
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:02:31 GMT
I tried to hide my smirk. "Yeah. That."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 15:14:56 GMT
I move my shirt collar down to show him the angry red scar on my neck, "She's good, I'll give her that."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:21:28 GMT
I gave up trying to hide and it grinned. "That's my girl." I said proudly. "Sorry mate, I know it must've hurt like a bitch, but Angie actually doing that...." I laughed. "Only times I've been prouder were my kids first steps and words."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 15:24:58 GMT
"I don't get people like you," I reply, "You've done your share of bad shit, you're a death eater after all, does she even know about that? She detests the whole lot of us from what I could gather."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:27:34 GMT
"Yeah...she knows. But I'm also part of the Order, so she thinks I'm spying for the Order."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 15:31:18 GMT
"You're comfortable lying to her?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, knowing I wasn't one to talk about lying.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:36:58 GMT
I shrugged. "I lie. It's what I do."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 15:39:31 GMT
"Know the feeling, I guess." I shrug.
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:45:00 GMT
I nodded. "Yeah...kinda gets annoying when people start seeing through the lies. Actually, it's only James that's suspicious now....and I think I've pacified him...so I'm thinking that I can actually have another task soon."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 15:46:31 GMT
"I've got a bitch of a task at the moment," I mutter, "Half done already. Yumi Baker and Molly Prewett. Orders to make them suffer and finish them off slowly, no killing curse for those poor women."
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Post by Peter Pettigrew on Aug 10, 2007 15:47:40 GMT
I looked down. "Huh." I said.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Aug 10, 2007 16:00:48 GMT
"Got Baker," I half-laugh, "Slit her throat and left her in her appartment. Think she made it. Not sure. Haven't got to Prewett yet."
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