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Post by britt2 on Mar 27, 2011 3:19:59 GMT -5
Damien was alone, as usual. Some people might say it was no way to live, having almost no friends. But that was how he liked it. He liked to have his peace and quiet....that way, no one was there to criticize his drug and alcohol abuse. Not that it was a secret, but still. He didn't need people telling him he was wrong. He sighed, sitting alone in the bedroom of the shack as he swallowed yet another pill. Some form of pain killer he had found and stolen in Hogsmeade. He wasn't sure why there were muggle drugs there, but he didn't question it. As long as he could get fucked up off it, he didn't care where it came from.
Damien was starting to feel pretty good, the drugs he had been taking for the past 20 minutes starting to set in. He'd be gone within the hour. The fact that he was also drinking jack daniels on top of the drugs was speeding things up a bit, something he appreciated. There was just too much he had seen in his life to remain sober. Killing people for a living would do that to you.
Since he had graduated Hogwarts, Damien had become a death eater. Meaning, since he had graduated, he'd become a heartless murderer. Of course, people said he was always heartless. This wasn't entirely true, he had just always had less of a heart than others. Still, killing people fucks with anyone's brain, and Damien was no exception. Which was why his drug use had increased significantly since he graduated. It helped him get through the day.
Damien was just about at his breaking point when he heard something, It sounded as if someone else had just entered the shrieking shack. He couldn't be fucked to get up and investigate, however. He figured whoever it was would make their presence known. At which point they'd either leave, or join him. Either way would be fine with him. |
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Post by hazeljames on Mar 27, 2011 3:42:56 GMT -5
Airin walk through homemade alone. Soon it would be time for her to end her school year and leave until the fall. She knew life was going to be different after all she was committed to join the Death Eaters as soon as possible. That wont be until she is a seventh year at Hogwarts. Airin decided to do something. The day was pleasant but cheerful weather distorted her. She decided to into the Shrieking Shack. There was not anything better to do today.
As she opened the door a warm musty smell came. It was comfort to her. The smell of a American whiskey lingered on her tongue as she saw a guy drink a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Damn his lucky" she thought. She was arguing back and forth inside her head. She finally got up and walked over to him. "um hey, I'm Airin James, I saw your little treasure, I would kill for something like that, I don't get it very often." Airin realized she was starting to babble. "If you want to talk or something, I will be at the bar taking shots." Airin said. Damn she could not stop thinking about his perfect looks. Wow cheesy" Airin thought and giggled a little. She hot quite a few strange looks. Little by little she got drunk. Did anyone really care that she was under age. Every time a shot went down and settled she would get even more giggly and goofy. This was the first time in month she had gotten drunk this crazy.
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Post by britt2 on Mar 27, 2011 3:54:16 GMT -5
Damien was greeted by a girl, who looked much to young to be saying the would kill for some jack. He shrugged it off, however. He wasn't one to talk. If anything, he did more bad influencing than good. Damien smiled slightly and followed her in a trance. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he didn't care. He sat down on a chair next to her and extended his hand to her. "I'm Damien." He said, feeling the need to introduce himself.
Taking a swig of his drink, Damien allowed himself to give the girl a once over. His initial assumption was correct, she couldn't have been much older than 15. And already drinking like a champ. He smirked slightly as he watched her down shot after shot. Maybe she wouldn't be so bad, at least not as bad as most 15 year olds were. In any case, he hoped that she wouldn't annoy the crap out of him.
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Post by hazeljames on Mar 28, 2011 0:19:13 GMT -5
Airin smiled. The alcohol was taking affect. When she was drunk no one could see it but she could feel it. She could handle alcohol extremely well for a fifteen year old. "how old are you Damain?" Airin asked. Sitting here with a guy and doing nothing was boring. She at least wanted to talk a little. She liked meeting new people. Especially guys, she only cared if they were more five years. Her mind was floating all over. Now, like she was on something. She sighed.
Airins mind went into flashback mode. Anne and her were swinging and Anne feel off and started crying. She had broken her arm. when Airin jumped off the slide and broke her leg she wasn't treated the sane way. But it didn't matter anymore. Flashback ended.
Airin looked over to the named Danmien. She liked this guy. He wasn't yelling at her to stop drinking, he didn't even say a thing about it. little by little she got drunk. Yes, she did not act drunk, unless it was with girls. Anne would kill her if she ended up getting knocked up or pregnant as her age aka the stone age called it. She giggled. She had pictured Anne falling down the stair wearing a clown costume juggling. What if she fell for Damien? How would Nate take it? Anne would not behead her for dating Nate ,but Damien? Since when had she ever listened to Anne? Wow Airins mind was buzzing and out of control.
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Post by britt2 on Mar 29, 2011 5:50:24 GMT -5
Damien watched her as she slowly got more and more drunk. For someone who looked as young as she, she definitely held her alcohol well. Not one word had been slurred, and not one obnoxious statement had been made. So far, at least, the night was looking good. Maybe he'd even get a good time out of this girl. He assumed she was still at Hogwarts, and therefore technically off limits. But when had that ever stopped him before?
"How old are you, Damien?" Airin asked. Ah, the infamous question of his age. He didn't look that old, but he definitely looked a year older than he was. Still, that wasn't old enough to be questioned about it by girls. He chuckled slightly at her question, taking a long swig of his drink before answering. "I'm 18. I Just graduated Hogwarts a few months back. And you?" He said, leaning against the wall casually as he spoke. He hoped she wasn't as young as she looked, because if he had to guess he'd say she looked about 13.
Damien's eyes wandered around the room, taking in his surroundings. Sure, the shrieking shack wasn't the best place to be trying to pick up a much younger girl, but he'd take what he could get. Gradually his eyes drifted back to Airin as he waited for her response. It seemed she had gotten lost in her thoughts momentarily, and Damien couldn't help but smile as he saw her come out of some sort of trance. The smile dropped from his face as he took yet another drink. He wasn't sure why he was so smiley. It was probably just the drugs. |
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Post by hazeljames on Apr 14, 2011 20:53:08 GMT -5
She felt her head spin. When was the last time she was this drunk? She decided it would be better if she didn’t drink anymore. She gulped down the rest of her drink. It felt like gold running down the back of her throat, oh how she loved this feeling. "I'm 18. I just graduated Hogwarts a few months back. And you?" Damien asked. “I’m not as young as I look actually, I’m 16 and haven’t graduated Hogwarts yet, I will be a 6th year.” She said. She realized she hadn’t slurred or said one obnoxious statement. She smiled at the thought. “So, I guess you’re surprised I’m here, I have been drinking since I was 12” she said realizing how embarrassed she was. She hoped he wouldn’t judge her. She didn’t know what to say or think right now. “I am going to stop drinking, going back to my Aunt Anne’s place completely out of it would be a bad thing, I would get my ass beat.” She chuckled. *FLASHBACK* Her “mom” had taken Anne to Diagon alley to get her soon stuff. She had yelled at Airin for misbehaving and said was an embracement to the family. Airin was going through a tough time as it was; she had just lost her beloved parents. She went to the liquor cabinet and grabbed the closer bottle of liquor and downed it. She couldn’t stop, she just kept going. She had earned a beating. *END OF FLASHBACK* |
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