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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 8, 2007 14:18:35 GMT
I apparate back into the house. Now my hag of a mother was dead, I could safely do that after all.
"Rowan? Cilla? Garth? Harriet? Scott? Elise? Madison? Damon? Marcus? Robert?" I call out, voice echoing through the mostly empty and dark halls and rooms of this place.
No reply. Which meant none of them were home. Which was good seeing as I hated most of them anyway.
"Stupid family," I mutter to myself, starting to walk down a hall, passing a family portrait and stopping to look at it, then shaking my head slightly and tearing my eyes away, carrying on down the hall, past shruken and old artefacts, and pictures and dark objects that I had no idea what they were.
I get to the very end of the hall after what seems like forever, stopping at one of the back doors and looking out over the grounds.
I was dreading the moment when I'd have to see every other member of this evil fucking family, and have to keep my mouth shut despite the many insults and comments I'd be tempted to make.
Sighing slightly, I try to push the door open, but it sticks in the frame.
I roll my eyes. This place might have once been grand and elegant or whatever else a pure blood house was supposed to be, but now it was mostly desolate and in a state of disrepair.
It belongs to you and Row now. I remind myself.
"Doesn't mean it's not a dump." I mutter, throwing my shoulder into the door and forcing it open, heading outside and sitting on the porch at the back of the house, looking out at the overgrown garden and acres of unused land.
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 9:35:08 GMT
Cilla was upstairs, unpacking her things into a different room. Now Rowan and Ian owned the house, they'd let her and Scott stay here with Rowan, while Ian lived elsewhere, and said she could have any room she wanted. So she took back her old room, from before her Aunt Eloise had used it for storage.
She heard someone calling her name, along with many others, but figured someone else would go and see to it, although she wasn't entirely sure she was in the house alone, but she stayed upstairs.
Then she heard a loud bang from the back of the house, and jumped, before rushing downstairs, only to see the door had been forced open.
A very slight smile played at her face, she hadn't seen that door open in years.
She knew who was here now.
She walked briskly forwards, wrapping her cloak tighter around her and watching her cousin sit on the porch with his back to her, "Long time, no see, Christopher."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:40:16 GMT
I look back at her, forcing a weak smile, then forward again, "Yeah, could say that."
I fumble in my pocket for a moment for a cigarette, then look for my lighter before realising I didn't have it anymore.
I sigh slightly, "Got a light Cilla?"
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Jack Hopeless
NEWT grade D
My hearts on a accton and gose out to the highest bid.
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Post by Jack Hopeless on Sept 9, 2007 10:42:56 GMT
occ- How many hunts are there anyway? (James wants to know)
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:45:10 GMT
[ooc-um...quite a few. my friends get bored and just expand the family.]
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Jack Hopeless
NEWT grade D
My hearts on a accton and gose out to the highest bid.
Posts: 223
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Post by Jack Hopeless on Sept 9, 2007 10:47:29 GMT
occ-Nice but big ass family!
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:48:25 GMT
[ooc-lol yeah]
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 10, 2007 16:09:58 GMT
She threw him her lighter, sitting down on the steps next to him, "You know half of those names you called are dead. You missed a lot." She remarks, looking out over the grounds.
She knew he'd know she wasn't bitter about it, which some people might think by her refusal to look at him, she just had trouble looking at people when talking to them.
After a moment, with no reply, she sighs, "What's on your mind?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 10, 2007 17:37:48 GMT
I light up, handing her the lighter back, and blowing smoke in the opposite direction, also looking out over the grounds.
"A lot of things," I shrug half-heartedly after a moment considering the answer.
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 11, 2007 16:14:59 GMT
She kept her lighter out, turning it over idly in her hands, "You want help, you're going to have to be more specific."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 11, 2007 17:28:53 GMT
I laugh without humour, glancing sideways at her than back out over the grounds, "I don't need help."
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 12, 2007 17:09:47 GMT
She sighed a little, flicking the flame of the lighter on and off briefly, "You always say that."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 12, 2007 18:16:44 GMT
"Because it's true," I shrug, "I don't need help."
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 13, 2007 15:34:45 GMT
"It can't always be like that," She points out quietly, half-flinching in case she'd over-stepped some kind of line.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 13, 2007 18:36:28 GMT
I snort with mirthless laughter, "You always were the bright one of all of us, eh Cilla?"
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 14, 2007 15:19:08 GMT
She fidgeted slightly, uncomfortably.
She didn't like that hollow kind of laugh, she'd scarcely heard her cousin laugh, but it had always been genuine when she had. Not hollow and almost mocking.
She wasn't sure of his comment had been mocking or not either.
She never could tell with people, especially people like him.
"I'm only trying to help," She shrugged as if she didn't care, her tone quiet at barely above a whisper.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 9:17:53 GMT
"I know," I say quietly, still looking out over the grounds, "It's just...no one can help."
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 16:31:48 GMT
"You don't know until you let someone try," She murmurs, running her hands up and down her arms, pulling her cloak closer around her.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 16, 2007 14:47:44 GMT
I don't say anything for a moment, "You're still cold all the time, Cilla?"
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 18, 2007 15:46:30 GMT
She half-nods, drawing her cloak tighter around her.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 18, 2007 19:32:09 GMT
"Here," I mutter, shrugging my jacket off and handing it to her, blowing smoke in the opposite direction again. "Cilla?"
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 19, 2007 16:52:14 GMT
She smiles weakly at him, wrapping his jacket gratefully around her small and malnourished frame, "Thanks."
She looks briefly at him in response to her name before looking back out at the grounds, "Hmm?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 20, 2007 17:09:39 GMT
I watch her for a moment before changing my mind and shaking my head, "Nothing," I sigh slightly.
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 21, 2007 15:59:57 GMT
She sighs quietly, looking up at the sky, "Remember coming out here with Scott and Row?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 22, 2007 10:37:47 GMT
I laugh weakly, "I remember. Didn't it end up in a fight?"
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Post by Drucilla Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 10:43:26 GMT
"It always did," She smiles slightly, almost wistfully, "I miss that."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 23, 2007 12:53:24 GMT
"Yeah," I look down at my clasped hands, "Me too."
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