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Post by audrey on Feb 27, 2011 1:12:36 GMT -5
It had been roughly two years since Reece had really walked around Hogsmeade. Sure, she’d spent the better part of the last 730 days traveling the world, seeing new sights, meeting new people, and searching. But nothing could compare to Hogsmeade. In her previous years at Hogwarts, she’d made so many memories there, and now, as she walked slowly down the side of the main road in Hogsmeade, she couldn't help but feel nostalgic. She was passing houses at the moment, but knew she would soon reach the businesses. She smiled inwardly at the thought of passing by the building her mum used to run her store and bar out of. For nine years it had been home to Reece, her brother Caden, and her parents. But then her father had gone on that blasted trip and never returned, and her mum had packed them up and moved them to Ireland. She could still remember hiding in her room with her door cracked open, listening to her parents arguing. Audrey was crying and begging Adam not to go on the trip. She had said something about it being too dangerous and that it was ‘time to get out’. She had told him to think of his children, of his son who was then twelve, and of his precious little four-year-old girl – his little princess. But even that hadn’t deterred him.
Reece flinched as her heart ached a little at the memory. Why hadn’t her dad just stayed? Why did he have to go and what was he doing? She felt sure it had something to do with her parents pasts but whenever she had asked her mom about it, Audrey had simply told her to leave it be. The past was the past, and nothing could bring Adam back. But then when just before her 17th birthday, before she was supposed to leave for her last year at Hogwarts, her older brother Caden had disappeared, apparently taking off to search for Adam. Why then? Why almost 13 years later would he go in search? Had he found some information that would lead him to an answer? Reece had dropped everything and spent three weeks at his apartment, going through every last thing, touching every last item she could, in hopes of finding something, anything, that would tell her, whether it was a note or a memory.
That was the one thing that frustrated her most about her so-called “special ability”. Her mother had called it a Gift. Reece scoffed at this label because to her it was a curse. She couldn’t physically touch anything without the risk of being pulled into a memory, which would then be stored in her mind until she could figure out some way to permanently extract it. Her mind was a pensieve, thus making her a living pensieve, and a past-seer. It was rare and usually drove the person to madness, and often suicide. Fortunately, Reece refused to be one of those people. But she had no control of this ability, and try as she might she could not force herself to find any memory of use at her brother’s apartment. It felt almost as if he had completely disappeared from existence, although she knew that the simple truth was that she couldn’t control what memories she tapped into and what she didn’t.
The blonde stopped in front of an old store set off to the side, an old broken sign read Fall into Shades and a sad smile crossed her face. She was here. Taking a step back she looked the building up and down. From the outside it looked old and empty, but she knew on the inside it was much larger. The front room by day held a supply store. You could find anything you needed in there from pencils to art supplies to books to liquor, even a bar. By night though, all the supplies were gone and the whole room was a lavish nightclub. Set off to the right of the bar was a set of stairs leading to the top floor, where Reece and her brother had grown up. But not anymore. This place was dead now. No one had been inside in eleven years. But soon, in just a few short weeks, she would be officially graduating from Hogwarts. After that, she would come back here, fix the old place up, and reopen the bar and shop.
As Reece stood there, reminiscing on her childhood here, and thinking about the future, she felt eyes on her and realized that people were staring at her. It wasn’t unusual but she felt like she needed to be doing something, so she dug in her clutch and pulled out a cig. Resting it on her lips, she started digging around in the clutch for her lighter, but couldn’t find it. ”Dammit!" she muttered out of frustration. She could use her wand, but preferred not to, so she turned, her eyes scanning for the closest person to her, and her gaze landed on a man standing off to the side. ”Oi, sir!” she spoke to him, still digging in her purse, a small smile on her face, ”You wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?" Reece gave a small melodic chuckle of laughter at herself, and continued, ”Must’ve left mine elsewheres!" However, the man just made a few vulgar comments before walking off. Reece frowned, "Gee thanks, mister. I'd like to wash my brain out with soap now." And with that, she turned back to her mother's old shop, only to find herself face to face with another man.
[/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Marcus !
WORDS 950ish !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES Wrote this forever ago, but have been waiting for the perfect time to use it! Figured now was a good time! !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
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Post by jayy on Feb 27, 2011 1:42:07 GMT -5
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Ah good ol Hogsmeade! Birthplace of butterbeer, and long restless nights as a young teenager at Hogwarts, but for Marcus Harding, those days were long ago. It had been almost four years since he had actually walked the place, but not long since he had been in the area, mainly in Honeydukes to get some acid pops (his favorite candy), but not once did he step outside the front door during those trips, he always just vanished through another door and back to his adventures traveling the globe. Well ti wasn't traveling really. He was an Auror now, though he didn't have a office for the job. He had trained in London and soon after took up freelance work between the ministry districts, primarily America and China for starters, his desire to never step foot in London again as long as he lived.
London held too many memories. Memories of death and destruction, love and war, genocide and hay fever. Well not the last two, but you get the picture. He hated the damn place. Every step was a walk down memory lane, just like now, and back then he couldn't bear the thoughts of it all. He had always dreamed of getting away, seeing the great wide world, exploring every nook and cranny or it in hopes that he might regain his life, but Marcus never did. Instead he gained a new one, one that he actually loved aside from all the bickering about Death Eaters and what not. He lived for the running, and that was what he was doing a lot of lately.
Running was what brought him to Hogsmeade in the first place. It was the safest location he could think of at the time of using the key that hung around his neck on a thin piece of string. The damn thing was a burden, but his and his alone to carry. He couldn't let it fall into the wrong hands, and already the people who first hired him wanted it for themselves. Stupid American pricks, he thought to himself when he first arrived after another chase scene down the alley ways of London. But he knew where they were stationed finally, just down the street here past Honeydukes and in the little housing district, and with them all still running around in downtown London looking for him, it meant no one was home. A manic-like grin flashed across his face and he began to run again.
Down the street he went, passing shop after shop until he finally hit the last one marking the beginning of the houses. It was the first one on the right, a nice little starter home that had been rented out for undercover purposes, a brilliant idea for someone stupid enough to believe it. He ran up the yard and to the front door, unlocking the lock with his wand and stepping inside. What happened next was a bit of a blur. It consisted of Marcus running about in different places, placing charms he had invented for the Ministry on different objects of the house. The charm: a rather nasty one that made things catch on fire, but with a timely delay. Kinda like a bomb, minus the explosion. But of course there was always a big bang needed, and he placed an exploding charm on the front door before he left, using the key on the lock. He stopped briefly before fully turning the lock, running over to a table that had a bunch of files about him spread out, gathering them up in his hands before walking through the door, making sure to take the key with him.
Marcus ended up coming out of the last shop at the end of the street. It was old and empty, but that's just what it looked like from the outside. There was no telling what secrets were hidden inside the place, which fueled a fire inside him to go in and look, while await the house just down the road to catch fire. But that thought quickly vanished as he heard the cry for a lighter behind him. He turned around and took a step forward, only to become face to face with a rather attractive blond headed woman, a cigarette drooping from her lips. "Lighter you say?" He said, thrusting the pile of folders into her arms. "Hold up." He reached into the pockets of his trench coat, search franticly for the small lighter he carried on him. Finally he found it and flicked it open, holding out the open flame to the end of her smoke. Once it was lit he flicked the lighter closed and placed it back in a random pocket. "Brilliant!" He cried out, as if happy about something. "I've never liked using wands to light my cigarettes, gives a weird after taste I think." Marcus rambled on, now sticking his hands in his pockets.
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WORDS! enough!?
STATUS! complete!?
NOTES! YAY!?
TAGS! REECE?!
OUTFIT!CLICK!
INSPIRATION! One Headlight- The Wallflowers
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by audrey on Mar 3, 2011 21:42:14 GMT -5
In the two years that she had travelled, and even in all her years at Hogwarts, Reece had seen and met a number of strange characters. But this man face to face with her, in his dark blue suit and well worn trench coat, and disheveled hair was a different sort of strange. With just that first look at him, Reece could see that his oddities would be much more entertaining than others. Although she was slightly startled to find the stranger right behind her and couldn't help but wonder where he had come from.
With the cigarette still drooping from her lips, she began to form a question, but was interrupted as the oddly attractive stranger heeded her cry for a lighter. He thrust a pile of folders into her arms and she quirked an eyebrow at him, a puzzled, "Uhm..."
[/color] escaping her lips. She tilted her head slightly to the side her eyes running up and down the man, noting that there was something vaguely familiar about him, like she had passed him before, but not familiar enough that she could recall ever having met him. While he frantically searched the pockets of his trench coat, Reece let her eyes drop to the file of folders in her arms. What in the world was in these folders? She attempted to figure out what was inside one of the folders and was startled into a slight jump when the man held out the open flame to her smoke. She took a slow drag, shifted the folders to one arm, and brought her free hand up to take the cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. A small smile lit up the blondes face as she spoke, "Many thanks!"[/color] A melodic laugh escaped her lips as she continued, "You're absolutely right, though I'd say you're the first person I've run into to think so! I'm not a fan of the after taste of wand-fire."[/color] It had been some time since she had last met an interesting person, and had been a few weeks since she'd had a conversation with anyone who wasn't younger than her, so she wasn't about to let this go, not yet at least. With a sigh she glanced at her mother's old store and then back at the folders in her hands. She shook her head and laughed, holding them out to him, "I'm sorry, I believe these are yours, uhm..."[/color] And she waited to learn his name. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Marcus !
WORDS meh, enough !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES Not as epic as I wanted it to be! But I don't want to wait 2 weeks! !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
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Post by jayy on Mar 4, 2011 23:28:58 GMT -5
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Marcus' thoughts trailed slowly to the house just down the lane. He had made sure that all the spells were time released so that one by one things would catch on fire. First went the big grandfather clock that stood in the hall, next came the chair in the living room followed by the couch, then written across the wallpaper was "Tag, your it!", set to go up in flames and burn into the wallpaper forever, or well until someone decided to cover it up with new wallpaper. It was a fool proof plan, and a funny one at that. He had hardly thought about what he was going to do in that place, which was typical. He never liked to think far ahead of the game, mainly cause his mind wouldn't allow it. Instead it would backtrack in circles from one point to the next until a sufficient plan was established. This time though, it was rather a point and shoot thing, like the old american saying "Shoot first, ask questions later." Marcus had plenty of questions for those blokes, and he hoped he would soon get the answers, whether its a calm meeting with them, or another fun/fire filled chase through London.
His eyes and mind focused back on the girl as he wiggled his hands in his coat pocket a bit, listening to her thank you for the quick light. "Ah well, it was no problem." He told her with a chuckle and smile, before she started agreeing with what he had said a few moments ago. "You're absolutely right, though I'd say you're the first person I've run into to think so! I'm not a fan of the after taste of wand-fire." She told him with a small laugh which made him not be able to control the grin that spread across his face. "Blimey! I Know! It's like chewing on tree bark or some nonsense." He replied, now initiating small talk. This was how it always began, bumping into someone, making small talk. Before he knew it, they were traveling around the world with him, getting into all the trouble that he usually has by himself.
Marcus pulled back his left sleeve and glanced at his watch. Just three minutes left until the house down the lane caught fire. It excited him, making his nerves bounce with nervousness, but the good kind of course. Looking at her with his emerald eyes he found some slight attraction to her. Everyone always told him he had a thing for blonds, and maybe this was true, seeing as she seemed a bit more outstanding than most of the ones he met, but then again it could be cause he was just sick of traveling alone all the time once more. He watched her glance back towards the old store he had just seemed to walk out of, and he glanced over his shoulder at it as well, still curious to see what was on the inside. "I'm sorry, I believe these are yours, uhm..." The girl spoke, making him turn his head back to see her holding out the folders he had thrust into her hands. "Oy!" He called out in stupidity. "Almost forgot about these." He reached out and took the folders before turning fully around and looking at the store.
"You wouldn't happen to know anyone with a key to this place would ya?" He asked, his accent laying on thick as usual as he gazed at the old structure. He looked down at his watch once more. Two minutes.
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WORDS! enough!?
STATUS! complete!?
NOTES! xD!?
TAGS! REECE?!
OUTFIT!CLICK!
INSPIRATION! One Headlight- The Wallflowers
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by audrey on Mar 7, 2011 0:20:25 GMT -5
Reece's mind began to wander back to when she first started smoking. She could remember perfectly where she was and everything. It had been only about a year before, when she was in America, tracking down a lead. She had received some information about someone who might be able to help her find her brother. She was supposed to meet this someone had a little underground club in one of the dirtier areas of New York. In a place like that it was better to blend in and so she had dressed for the part. The place had been a smoke-filled hole in the wall but the person hadn't shown up. However, while she'd been waiting she met another witch, a strange woman who was oddly addicted to the aftertaste of wandfire. Out of boredom, and so as to not offend her newfound friend, Reece had tried a cigarette... but had used her father's old lighter instead.
Her attention returned to the strange man in front of her. She stared at him, her crystal blue eyes scanning him once more. She couldn't help but find herself oddly attracted to him. If Reece had a "type" there really wasn't any specific thing, other than, well, odd. It seemed that the men she was attracted to each had a quirky trait to them. And lately they had all been older than her by several years. She continued with small banter with him until he turned to look at the old store, asking her, ""You wouldn't happen to know anyone with a key to this place would ya?"
She stepped next to him, turning to stare at the shop as well. A whole wide world of places her mother could have chosen to put the store, Audrey had chosen Hogsmeade. Reece used to wonder why of all places this was where she had settled, especially since Reece had heard several accounts of her mothers years at Hogwarts -- all which were laced with one underlining message: her mother couldn't wait to get out of there. And it just so happened that a few days before, Reece had visited her mother to ask about the store, and Audrey had presented her daughter with a gift; the key. The key to the store had been a somewhat early graduation gift.
Reece turned her head and looked at the man next to her, "Well, as a matter of fact...."
[/color] She paused to click open her clutch, and pulled out an old chain with an odd shaped key. Holding it up to eye-level between them, she tilted her head slightly, "...I happen to bear the key." The blond grinned lightly and nodded to the store, "You seem...intrigued by it. Care to go inside? Though, if I may ask, what is your interest?"[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Marcus !
WORDS meh, enough !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES Half of this was written by drunk me !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
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Post by jayy on Mar 10, 2011 17:30:50 GMT -5
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Marcus' dark eyes watched the smoke as it trailed up from the end of the girls cigarette. The familiar smell hit his nose kinda harshly, though it was only due to the fact he had quit smoking just some time recently. None the less, it reminded him of his own days at Hogwarts, sitting under the grand oak tree just by the lake, legs crossed and his back perched up against the stiff trunk. He use to sit out there between classes, or really just when he was sick of being around people. Those were the days when he was arrogant, cocky, and a bit hateful, though all those traits were still there somewhere deep inside him, locked away until he was ready to show them again.
His eyes as well as his shoulders were now turned facing the old shop that the two were stationed in front of. The place was shabby, yes, but it held some strange appeal that Marcus just could not shake, like some how he was here before when the place was new, freshly built, and just recently open for business. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his hands in his coat pockets, fooling around with the random items he had stored in there. This was a strange feeling, like a sense of vertigo mixed with deja vu and then slapped together between two slices of anxiety. Talk about one messed up sandwich.
"Well, as a matter of fact...." The blond woman stepped up beside him, dangling out an oddly shaped key in front of her. "...I happen to bear the key." Marcus' eyes went big with excitement, already a grin spreading across his face. "See, I knew there was a reason I liked you from the start." He said with a grand chuckle before she concluded her statement, offering to take them inside, but at the cost of his interest in the place. His nose wrinkled softly to the side and he ran a hand through the choppy spiked hair of his, making the ends in the front fray outwards as usual. "Can't really say to be honest." He told her, scratching the back of his neck a little. "Just seems like a brilliant place. One of those that no one notices except out of the corner of their eye. Those types of places facinate me." He grinned and gave a short laugh, burying his hand back in his pocket and kicking up some dirt with his converse fitted foot. These types of places always had something lurking about, hidden for years on end. That was the best part about em, and thats why no one really ever knew about them.
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WORDS! enough!?
STATUS! complete!?
NOTES! I finally posted! Hope it is good!?
TAGS! REECE?!
OUTFIT!CLICK!
INSPIRATION! One Headlight- The Wallflowers
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
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Post by audrey on Mar 25, 2011 19:29:13 GMT -5
Smoke drifted up in curls and swoops from the cigarette, causing a small cloud between her crystal blue eyes and the odd shaped key Reece held before her. The key was twenty-five years old and hadn't been used in somewhere around fifteen years. The chain was rusted and the bronze key was tarnished, concealing the tiny engraved symbols covering the object, which Reece could remember so clearly, though she had no idea what they represented. "See, I knew there was a reason I liked you from the start," the strange man said with a grin, causing her own bright smile to widen, and her cheeks to tint a very light pink.
"Can't really say to be honest...." She watched him with appraising eyes as he responded to her inquiry, "Just seems like a brilliant place. One of those that no one notices except out of the corner of their eye. Those types of places fascinate me." Her blue eyes glimmered with excitement and she wrapped the chain around her wrist, gripping the key in her hand. With her free hand she took her last puff of the cigarette before tossing the used filter in the nearby rubbish bin, her eyes never leaving the man in front of her. "Well said, stranger," she laughed lightly, a slight mischievous glint entering her eyes. "Very well, you pass the test! Congratulations...."
Her voice trailed off as she turned and walked to the door, carefully inserting the key in the lock, and turning it. With a grin, she turned back to the man and grinned wickedly, like a child about to sneak an early peek at their Christmas presents, saying playfully, "...ready to be the first person, aside from me, to step inside in roughly fifteen years?" Without waiting, she turned back and opened the door, surprised at the ease with which she was able to open it. The first thing she noticed was the dust. It was covering everything; the shelves, the counter, the bar, the tables, the floor, the products, even the doors. The windows were blocked off, but the light that trickled in through the door made the dust particles in the air visible.
Reece stepped in, squinting in the darkness, and covering her mouth as her movements kicked up dust, sending clouds billowing around her and choking her, and bringing tears to her stinging eyes. "Damn..." she managed to strangle out as she recovered, taking a few steps further into the building. Her blue eyes scanned the walls and every corner -- at least what she could see from the small light filtering through the doorway -- and a small smile formed tugged at the corner of her lips. "It's just like I remember...." she said, forgetting that the man was also with her, as she whispered softly, "Welcome home...."
[/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Marcus !
WORDS enough !
WEARING CLOTHES !
NOTES BEH! Sorry it took so long...and its not as epic as I had wanted !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
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Post by jayy on Mar 28, 2011 17:17:18 GMT -5
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Dark emerald eyes watched the trailing smoke as it looped up in smooth curls from the tip of Reece's cigarette. It tempted him, like holding out chocolate in front of a small child. He wanted to just reach out and nab it and take the biggest drag he could off it, even if it choked out the filter and caused him to burn his finger. That wouldn't matter. All that would was the sweet smoke filling his longs that had been long forgotten in that place. Instead though he reached into his coat pocket, taking out a small white pack and opening it, popping out a square white tab and sticking it in his mouth. It was the best thing the americans ever invented, nicotine gum to curb your urges and quit smoking, though at this point he felt that he was becoming more addicted to it than the cigarettes themselves.
Reece tossed her cigarette as he answered her question. She laughed lightly, which was always a good sign. Very well, you pass the test! Congratulations...." She replied and he grinned brightly. 'Well what can I say? I never got an A in math, but I did in jiggery-pokery." Marcus told her with the same grin on his face, giving a soft laugh himself. She turned and walked up to the door, Marcus following behind her like a little puppy, eager to see what secrets it might hold. For some reason he felt like he had been here in a distant dream, like it was the backdrop on some scene inside his twisted mind. "...ready to be the first person, aside from me, to step inside in roughly fifteen years?" Reece asked playfully. "Of course!" Marcus replied with his usual grin and chuckle as he watched her quickly place the key in the lock, turn it and then open the door, stepping inside without him.
Marcus followed suit, and noticed what he saw with his eyes. The place was dark, and clearly not touched in fifteen years. Dust covered everything, the walls, the shelves, random bottles, hell it was starting to cover his feet from just standing in it. "This...is...brilliant!" He exclaimed during her coughing it. "Oh it's so...unique! Though familiar.." He began waltzing around the room stirring up more dust as his feet twirled around his body, carrying him from one place to another where he picked up random objects like bottles and papers. "You are one lucky lady here, miss." He said with a bright grin, standing still finally.
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WORDS! enough!?
STATUS! complete!?
NOTES! xD?!
TAGS! REECE?!
OUTFIT!CLICK!
INSPIRATION! One Headlight- The Wallflowers
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT!
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