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Post by Anthoney Heightington on May 30, 2007 0:59:54 GMT
My father had been torturing me for an hour. "Its yours and that bitchs fault hes dead. he screamed. this always happened. Something bad happen it was my fault never jerami's. But now he was dead and that was my fault. I looked up at him with a bloody nose and black eye waiting for the next whipping.
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 18:51:43 GMT
"Petrificus Totalus" A quickly murmured spell sailing across the room striking Ken Heightington in the back freezing him completely. "Nice to see some things haven't changed, father."
A dark haired, short, lithe woman lazily sheathes her wand back into it's holster in her robes. She looks at the boy beaten on the ground, "And who might you be little boy?"
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 18:58:32 GMT
Picking his heavey head up. Squinting to see who was talking. It sounded like a women "M-My n-name i-i-is Anthoney." He forced out.
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 19:39:37 GMT
Leaning out the door she shouts down the hall, "William, I need you down here." Gabriella walks, over to the boy on the ground, stepping around their petrified father. "Just rest, William will fix you right up."
Taking one wrist she checks his vitals, steady and strong. She looks into his eyes for any signs of concussion, his eyes are slightly dilated not a good sign, "Anthoney I need you to follow my finger I want to see how badly he hurt you. My name is Gabby by the way."
She raises one finger in front of the boys face hoping he can track her movements.
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 19:42:10 GMT
He followed Gabbies finger. It was fuzzy but he could tell what it was.
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Post by William Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 19:47:17 GMT
William opened the door and surveyed the room. Letting loose a sigh he quickly walked over to the injured boy. Pulling out a small bottle from his robe sleeve and waving his wand he suddenly held a potions bottle full of a bright orange liquid. Handing it to his sister he didn't wait for an answer as he turned to thier father.
While spells were well and good, he trusted potions so much more. This time pulling out a purple bottle he grabbed his father's head and tilted it back in order to administer the paralyzing liquid. Satisfied he turned back to his sister to see how the boy was fairing.
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 19:57:46 GMT
Gabby looked over her shoulder watching her brother. Seeing what he did she smirked, "You do realize he could drown from that correct?"
She turned back to Anthony, "This is William, he's your older brother. I want you to stay wake and take this potion, it'll help." She holds it to the boys lips, there's no way he can take it on his own.
She looks over at her silent sibling, "He's tracking so it doesn't look like a concussion. He's mostly beaten around the head and chest area. Could have internal damage since father wasn't holding back. I don't think he'll need to go to St. Mungos, but I'm not a professional like you."
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 20:01:27 GMT
Anthoney swallowed as she tipped the potion up. It didn't taste the best but he didn't care. It seemed like they were here to help. When he finished he coughed "O-older B-b-brother..But J-jerami's dead."
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Post by William Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 20:12:15 GMT
Grabbing their father by the hair he wrenched his head up and massaged his throat roughly to stimulate the throat muscles. Satisfied that he wouldn't die yet he let the mans head fall back to the floor.
Walking over to kneel by Gabby he smirked as Anthoney spoke out his confusion.
"Much has been silenced about family ties
Our father speaking in nothing but lies.
Let me assure you, I've done the math
Our shared blood is only half."
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 20:15:31 GMT
Anthoney looked at the one he presumed to be william with a dazed and confused look. Dazed due to the fact he was just beaten. Confused as to what he just said "I-i don't g-get it."
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 20:19:04 GMT
Gabby chuckled, "William, is cursed to forever speak only in poetry. So he doesn't talk much. You'll get used to it, when he does. He means that our father never told you about us. We're your half brother and sister from his first marriage."
She grabbed Anthoney's arm and pulled it over her shoulder, "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable. Little help, please William."
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Post by William Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 20:24:43 GMT
William grunted his assent and helped her lift Anthoney and shift him over to the expensive satin couch. Why anyone would buy a couch covered in satin William didn't know but he was glad to ruin anything their father owned.
Pulling out his wand he decided to write his question in the air. Speaking in poems was only going to confuse the boy.
The potion should be working now, do you feel at all different?
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 20:27:54 GMT
Squinting at the question Anthoney nodded. Their figures were coming into focus "Much better." he said wiping his forhead with his sleeve
"Now who are you two again?" Anthoney asked not really being able to grasb that he had other family
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 20:39:49 GMT
Gabby shot a quick amused look to William, "Seems he got hit harder in the head then we thought."
Sitting next to Anthoney on the couch she started explaining, "Your mother is dad's second wife. His first, our mother, divorced him and took us. He never told you about us I'd imagine, because he wanted to forget that part of his life. So we're your older brother and sister. Clear enough?"
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 20:42:05 GMT
He nodds feeling kinda stupid "Oh....I see....Then where have you been all this time." his vision almost fully restored
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 1, 2007 21:10:32 GMT
"With our family in Italy. Mother forbade us from contacting father since we left. Situations change though and we're here in England on business, so we thought our father would be gracious enough to house us while we're here." Her smile grew abit at this as she leaned in towards Anthoney. She whispered conspiratorilly, "Though I don't think that's going to work out too well now. What do you think?"
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 1, 2007 21:12:50 GMT
Anthoney Shook his head no agreeing with her. "So then where are you going to go now? Is there any more family around?"
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Post by William Silfrey on Jun 2, 2007 8:19:46 GMT
Glancing at the inert body on the floor he really wished he were able to kill his father and set up in his mansion. But the man was blood and as an Italian wizard he couldn't kill his father unless there was a really good reason. Satisfied that the potion was accelerating the reproduction of Anthoney's cells and thereby healing him, he smiled at the boy.
"With a silver tongue
and orders from our master
he will fast concede."
Glad that he wasn't rhyming for once, he looked to Gabby to translate since he was sure the boy wouldn't understand.
(OOC: Why o why did I create a character who speaks in poetry. Stupid Haikus)
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 2, 2007 8:31:02 GMT
Gabby gritted her teeth and exhaled slowly, brow drawn in contemplation, "True, but I don't want to involve the Lord in a family problem. This should be kept between the four of us don't you think?" She looked at William. She was well aware that Anthoney was there, but she figured it would be best if he knew what type of people they were from the start, it would save misunderstandings in the future.
After all he was family and she was raised to be honest to family.
(OC no.. damn sphinx.. next time kill it faster.)
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 2, 2007 18:59:25 GMT
Anthoney nodded. Understanding that they wanted him to keep this between them. "So we are waiting for the potion to wear off?" He asked not knowing if he should of came in on their converstation
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 3, 2007 20:44:20 GMT
Gabby waves her hand dismissively in their father's direction. "It will take a few hours before it wears off. He looks comfortable enough on the ground. Why don't you show us around and we'll pick out rooms? It's been years since we've been here. I'm sure he won't mind." She rose from her seat, expecting Anthoney to show them around the mansion.
She knew full well that yes her father would mind, but couldn't really care. Besides there was always the option of imperoing or killing him if he proved too troublesome.
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 3, 2007 23:46:26 GMT
Anthoney nodded hesitantly then stood after a moments pause. "Of coarse. Just follow me." he said heading towards the stairway next to the front door. "What type of room would you like? We have rooms of all asortments." Anthoney stated stepping on to the frist step
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 7, 2007 20:59:12 GMT
Gabby shrugged, "We just need bedrooms for now. Later we will need more... diverse accommodations if we stay that long. Is their anything about the Mansion we should know about? Any trick doors, traps, wards in place that are dangerous? Anywhere we shouldn't go?"
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 7, 2007 21:03:54 GMT
Anthoney thought for a bit. "Well as for where you shouldn't go..Jerami's old room. But for secret passages i beleave their are some tunnels under the house or something like that." Continueing up the stairs to the long hallway
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Post by Gabriella Silfrey on Jun 7, 2007 21:42:27 GMT
Gabby bit her lip in thought, "You have secret tunnels here? May we see them, please?"
She didn't trust anywhere that had secret tunnels, unless of course she knew them. To many times they were just the place for people to hide out. After they checked them throughly if they were safe and self contained they could be used for their own purposes. Maybe even hiding a few people down there themselves.
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Post by Anthoney Heightington on Jun 7, 2007 22:06:40 GMT
"Well umm..." Anthoney said scraching the back of his head. "I only heard of Father talking about them. I don't really know how to get to them." looking down.
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