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Post by ray3 on Aug 2, 2010 8:52:12 GMT -5
It was the evening. He could only tell that by the one solitary window that was to his right. The room was constantly lit, but it was not a warm light. It was striking, bright and it stung the eyes of a man who was so used to darker rooms. The paint on his face had been wiped away, but the color of his skin being so pale, anyone would have thought that the white make-up was still on. The scars were clearly revealed, but his mouth was an unhealthy color of grey. The same color was underneath his eyes. A sign of no sleep. And truth was that he hadn't been sleeping. His hair was scraped back off his face, although a few black strands fell over his forehead. He had been forced to cleanse his hair, and he looked terrifyingly different. But what was most frightening was his eyes. Usually they were the darkest brown, more or less black. But the color in his eyes seemed to have disappeared, only leaving his small pupils left. The corners of his eyes were extremely bloodshot, but that was to e expected. It was nearly impossible for everyone to look Sethos right in the eye, as if he were the lethal basalisk, and you would die at the sight of his ghostly eyes. Sethos had been given a real name now. He was now known as Jack White, a former alias that Sethos himself had used in younger days. Jack liked his new name here at Azkaban. It suited him. But Jack was a rather popular name. He knew a man named Jack. And as much as he loved the sound of the name, he despised to be addressed as Jack. The man in the visitor cell was sitting on the ground, with his back up against the cold beige wall. The cell resembled that of a cage in a zoo. It was raised higher than the corridor-like sitting area beyond the bars. The man was on his own. It was silent, and he was waiting for someone.
He was taken to this room and left, with no information or any words at all given to him, no explanation as to why he was taken from his own cell, and placed here. He stood out from all of the other patients here. Everybody else was wearing their uniform, plain grey. Rags. Disgusting. He would never be seen, even dead in something like that. He sat in his suit, only this time it was much darker, and somehow reflected off his personality lately. His trousers were plain black, and so was his waistcoat, but he had a silk green shirt that looked incredibly expensive. It probably was. And his purple tie lay around his neck, but untied, and a few buttons on the top of his shirt were opened, revealing the white skin that continued from his face and down his neck and chest. There was nothing in his cell, nothing apart from a chair that was not being used, and had been kicked aside when he entered the room, and a deck of playing cards that he had with him always, but he had come across a small box, previously owned by one of the neighbouring cellmates of him. He wanted the box, and so h ended the poor old man's life in order to get it. He had it in his white hands infront of him. There was a small handle, and he began to turn it. From the box came a small tune. A lullabye. He liked this. He began to play it slowly, and the sound of the notes reminded of sparkling, twinkling stars.
The music box was soothing him. His eyes fell down upon it and he watched the handle turning under his fingers. He hardly moved at all, he may have been a statue if it weren't for his arm. He didn't even raise an eyelid when the door opened to reveal his unknown visitor. He only continued to play his music box, but sadly, the song came to a hurtful, heartbreaking end. Sethos still did not look up to his visitor.
WORDS; 0699
TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; baha!
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Post by ace on Aug 2, 2010 13:20:34 GMT -5
Life since Hogwats failed. Sure, Ace got a good job - assistant to Ministress Weasley. That was great. The only great thing that was happening. In the span of the year, life crashed for little Miss Adelaide Longbottom. Her parents told her she and her sister Alina were adopted. When Ace confronted Alina about it - she only confirmed it with harsh words toward Hannah and Neville. Alina had never considered them family. Ace sometimes doubted if Alina thought of anyone else but herself. She even doubted if Ace thought Alina considered her a sister still. Alina, though was an entirely different subject.
Ace did love her sister, she really did but, boy did Ace just hate Alina. Ace didn't even think she could ever hate a person, ever. Why? Simple. Ace found herself a really nice guy and dated him. She simmered down from her crazy partying days and worked, got herself a nice apartment to bring the boyfriend home to. Then, Alina, being the whore that she is somehow got this ever-so nice guy into bed with her - at Ace's apartment, in Ace's bed. Guess who caught them? Ace. From that moment on, she hated Alina. She kicked them both out, and threw their clothes out of the window down to the dirty street. Then, bought herself a new bed. It didn't change anything. She was still hurt, very hurt. Alina just proved that it didn't matter to her that they were sisters. Alina was nothing more than a cheap whore to Ace now. Nothing would ever change that. That had been Ace's last straw.
Since the incident mentioned above, Ace wrapped herself up with work. It was all she did. She'd work, go home, and go back to work the next day. Today, as she walked through the gates of Azkaban, she was working. The Ministress wanted to meet with Mr. Whats-his-name but, couldn't. So, she sent Ace. Ace, being a now workaholic, went obligingly. Before she left, Ace did a bit of research. This guy, who called himself Sethos, was a real piece of psycho. Interesting, to say the least. Ace had to wonder what drove a person to this level of insanity. Maybe he was the sane one, really. Maybe his reasons were sound and no one choose to see that they were sane. Hm, that was a thought.
Once in the prison, Ace went to the proper people and said she was here on official Ministry business and handed the guard in charge the letter from Ministress Weasley. The guard asked Ace if she was crazy, and shook her head. No, she wasn't crazy. Maybe her curiosity was crazy but, still she was here for a purpose not her own. Ace waited outside the solid visitors door as they brought this Sethos - or, Jack, as they called him - into the visiting cell. Ace continued to wait, even though she knew he was in there. She was just waiting for the fun of it. Ace doubted if the guards even told the poor guy what was going one. They didn't seem to like him much. They were afraid of him.
Ace tilted her head as she heard music. They allow him something like that? Was it a music box? Those could easily be smashed and used to poke someone in the jugular. Ace shook her head. She had read on too many murder-mystery novels in the past few weeks. Ace only read them to imagine herself doing those gruesome murders to her sister. It brought her a little piece. Would Ace ever do that? She didn't think so but, if someone knew the right buttons the push, the right way to guide her....well, it wasn't entirely out of the question.
Ace looked to the guards standing next to her. They looked nervous, like as if at any moment the place might explode. Their wands were at the ready. Ace just shook her head and finally opened the door and went it as the song came to a close. She held the file from the Ministry in her hands in front of her. Her dark eyes landed on Mr. Jack. He was a sad sight to see really. He wasn't wearing the gray she expected he would be. Ace was given warning that he was a dangerous individual but, looking at him now - one wouldn't think it. Jack looked to her as if he never got any sun at all, he was so pale. Maybe it was the black of his suit that made it whiter than a normal being. Ace didn't say anything at all, she just observed him, her photographic memory taking the scene in.
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Post by ray3 on Aug 3, 2010 13:21:40 GMT -5
He was a complex man. That was a perfect word to describe him. Complex. There were multiple sides to him, too many for an average joe. It was like many different kinds of people, all stuffed into one body. He was so unpredictable. Men feared when and if he would attack, and unleash the uncontrollable rage that was somehow hiden beneath his skin. Before hand, he would seem completely at ease, nothing would bother him. It was rare that he had a visitor, and the guards at Azkaban were thankful for that. And this time, they were practically quivering from head to toe as they cuffed the man, tied him to a straight jacket, and bolted him onto a table to move him. It would seem they were going to extremes, but this was necessary. They were prepared this time, but even when the man jerked in their direction, as a joke, obviously, they would shriek like a little girl and jump out of the way. Too easy! He had them all playing along to his game. And the best thing was, they didn't even know they were playing. But the table wasn't needed this time, nor was the table. He wasn't going to make a break for escape this time. Not just yet. He would have walked swiftly and silently with his guards at ethier side of him, he would have preferred that. But he didn't complain. He liked it, however, when they realized the table couldn't fit through the door of the visitor's room. They had to unlock him, to free him so that he could commit harrm. But they were all stunned into silence when he sat up and strolled across to his waiting cell. And sat down, and had the straight jacket and handcuffs taken quickly off him by trembling hands.
The door had opened. Someone had walked in. A woman, so it seemed. He knew that from the sound of her footsteps. The clacking of her working heels as they hit against the hard floor was telling him so, and the artificial aroma she brought into the room with her also told him that his visitor was female. He saw out of the corner of his dim eye, that she had not sat down yet. This bothered him. He felt her eyes upon him, like he was being x-rayed or more appropriately, observed like an animal in a zoo. That's how it felt. Did the girl not know how to react? Sethos, after a few minutes, or even a few hours, time seemed meaningless, he turned back his dark eyelids, and revealed his shockingly frightful eyes. Just the black pupils were there. The whites weren't so white anymore. It was tinged with red. Could eyes bleed? It seemed so. Sethos' tired eyes fell upon the young woman sanding before him just on the other side of the bars. He took in her apperance. She was gorgeous, but that was just a statement of the normal male. Sethos began to look closer. Now it was him observing her. He liked her hair, how it was in soft waves, and the color reminded him of chocolate. A wonderful thing. She was pale too, although not an unhealthy kind, like himself. She suited her currently complexion. Her clothing was basic for a working-class female, but very feminine. This woman knew how to take care of herself, but Sethos could see there was something to this woman. Something he was curious about, and would one way or another find out.
When the girl still didn't move to sit down, Sethos opened his mouth to reveal stunning white teeth. There was a smirk in his face, and he looked interested, but at the same time, slightly irritated. "Please, do take a seat. I can only imagine what it must feel like to stand in those shoes all day." And he gestured a hand to her shoes. Stylish, fancy, but unimportant. He stared into her eyes for a long time as he waited for her to respond in any way. In his wait, he decided to drop the small black music box he had just been holding, and replaced in his hand, a deck of cards. His good-luck charms, he decided to call them. Although one was by far the luckiest. There was no need for any guessing, everybody knew what it was. Did his visitor?
WORDS; 0738
TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; baha!
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Post by ace on Aug 3, 2010 16:23:06 GMT -5
When most people would be startled of those strange eyes, Ace didn't really move or flinch. They were rather scary looking but, this was Azkaban. Everyone is scary looking, Sethos was just the scariest, which could be considered a compliment in this place. No wonder the guards were freaking out. Ace eyed the empty chair across from "Jack" before slowly walking to it and sitting down. It was very different to be so much closer to him. The key was show no fear, and Ace wasn't afraid, she didn't think. She very well should be but, strangely she wasn't. Ace was more curious than above all else.
Ace set the rather thick file all about him on the table and flipped it open. "Ministress Weasley sends her reguards, as she wanted to see you personally," she said, looking up at him. Ace rather daringly leaned forward to add, "Between you and me, I think she was just scared." It was true. When she had been giving Ace this assigment, she could see the look in her eye. She was scared for herself, for her family. Ace didn't have anything but herself, she had less to lose if anything happened. Ace sat back again, pulling out a pen from her coat pocket. She looked at it and then looked at Sethos, before slowly putting the pen back in her pocket. Notes weren't necessary.
"The Ministry wants to give you a fair trial but, I can garuntee you it won't be fair. Some want you locked in here forever, others would like to have you executed," Ace said, with the smallest hint of amusement. As she sat across from him, her curiosity grew. Here was a man, who had the Ministry trembling, the guard at Azkaban trembling like babies sitting the lap of Santa Clause. One person had instilled so much fear into so many completely on his own. Sethos didn't have a pitiful little army following him around twenty-four-seven. One had to admire him for that fact alone.
Ace closed the file and pushed it aside. "How do you do it?" she asked rather suddenly. Forget business, people wanted this guy dead. She highly doubted they would ever catch him. "You have and entire world almost afraid of you, how?" Ace glanced at his hands, noticing the desk of cards now sitting there. They told her he always had those. The guards didn't dare try to take things away from him.
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Post by ray3 on Aug 4, 2010 14:09:26 GMT -5
The small, solitary, seemingly meaningless glance he gave to his new arrival, he focused on her apperance. He had left her face, and to be more precise, her lips for last. A striking scarlet lipstick had been applied to her mouth. He focused on her mouth. He guessed he would have a dazzling smile, and dazzling white teeth to go with it. It was just a pity that she wasn't smiling. She should. She'd be much more beautiful. Everyone was more beautiful when they smiled. The only exception was himself. His smile had nothing remotely beautiful about it. But quite obviously, he didn't think so, he had the stupid impression that people could see beyond his scars and smile along with him. It seemed im possible as he went on, year after year, placing fear instead of laughter into the lives of citizens. Oh well. He liked this kind of 'work' aswell. He never complained about his own job, it was so satisfactory for him.
The woman finally sat down, and he looked away, down to his lap, where a couple of cards lay infront of him, the others lay at his knee, perfectly piled upon eachother. He picked up his cards and fanned them out, eyeing them one by one, taking extra care to view them and know what cards he had. A few stood out. There was one that always seemed to creep up. Figures. He seemed lost in a trance up until the point where his visitor evetually spoke. His eyes, this time, did not go to the woman, but instead to the thick, bulging file that he guessed was the study on himself. His lip curled into a smirk as he looked away again, turning back to his cards, though listening intently onto the girl's lovely voice. He could fall asleep to a voice like that. Soft, subtle, even sensuous. Upon hearing what she had to say to him, he was informed she had come by the orders of the Ministress of Magic. He seemed unimpressed, and bored by this information. Mrs. Weasley was of little concern to him. He was well aware she was frightened of him. It was to be expected. Sethos' eyes darted to the brown eyes when she mentioned her opoinion on Mrs. Weasley. He left his eyes on her for a good few moments before he gave her a dark smile and slowly drew his eyes from her again.
The next thing he heard her say wasn't news ethier. This time, he didn't even look at her, acknowledging the fact that he had heard her. He knew lost of people wanted him dead. Weather it be out of fear or anger, it didn't much matter. But he wasn't going to die just yet. He was going to decide his fate. His trail didn't phase him. He knew what was coming. He wasn't going to get out of this, but it certianly didn't matter. He could bet that the girl didn't know about his 'ability' to come and go from the prison as he pleased. But he wasn't going anywhere just yet. And then, again, he felt her eyes on him. He knew, from the moment she walked in, that she was fascinated. Quite like another young woman he had met. And what had happened to her? Her fascination turned to infatuation. She had fallen desperately inlove with her patient. And was this poor young, probably sane woman going the same way? Who knew?
Then she added on. This wasn't business anymore. This was herself coming through now. Only then did Sethos address her. He ran his slow eyes across to her again as she asked him, ""How do you do it?" He had been asked that question thousands of times. So many were anxious to know how he'd become the man he is today. How and why he did the things he did. Sethos' mouth pulled into a sinister smile. A smile that should never, ever be trusted. "That's my dirty little secret, sweets." He muttered with his charming gentleman's english accent. He bared his teeth at her and watched her with ease. "Say, aren;t you a little young to be here all alone? Conducting studies on a 'patient' as complex and dare I say, brilliant, as myself?" He knew she wasn't just here for work. He knew she was interested in him. And he quite liked it.
WORDS; 0717
TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; i liked it!
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Post by ace on Aug 5, 2010 12:31:12 GMT -5
Okay, Ace had to admit after sitting here for a few minutes - this guy was kind of creepy. He sat there smirking to himself. He hardly made any response to what she was saying, which had her annoyed. Ace just figured he had heard all this before. He did look at her now and again, like when she mentioned Mrs. Weasley. Deep down, Ace was freaking out as Sethos looked her straight in the eye. He gave his strange smile and withdrew his looking at her. She was beginning to think she should have just let the Ministress do her own dirty work. Honestly, the woman sent an eighteen year old girl, fresh from Hogwarts, to visit this psycho. How was she still in charge?
Ace, you should have just stuck to business... she thought to herself, waiting for her answer. But, she wouldn't get one, would she? Not a direct answer. Sethos was looking at her again and smiled as she had asked how. That smile seemed enough to send any normal being running for the hills. Ace stayed planted in her seat. The solid door opened, and a couple of guards trembled their way in and stood next to the door. Ace glanced back at them. As a security mesaure, all Azkaban vistors had their wands taken. These must have came to their senses and realized they left a pretty little girl with this psycho. Hm, maybe she might need some protection. Ace shook to herself, slight amused. Like those two trembling babies would be able to help her. She was better off on her own.
"That's my dirty little secret, sweets."
[/i] Of course not. Ace was slightly diappointed but, what to did she really expect? Sethos wasn't going to pour out every tiny secret about himself to her - someone who was stupid enough to be curious. Still, it was in his file. He'd been asked before, and had never breathed a word. "Say, aren't you a little young to be here all alone? Conducting studies on a 'patient' as complex and dare I say, brilliant, as myself?" Ace glanced back at the guards again, about to claim she wasn't alone. Yeah, she was alone. They woudln't be any use. "I can handle myself, thank you very much," she replied with a hint of malice. Her small bit of anger was not towards him but, a completely different issue. "Brilliant?" she said quietly. Hm, she hadn't thought to apply that adjective. In a sense, a sick sense, he was rather brilliant. "I'm not really conducting a study...more like seizing an opportunity to fullfill my curiousity," she sai slowly. Ace was by far unqualified to conduct any sort of 'study'. After reading his file, which was now forever in her memory, naturally she was curious. In the back of her head, she'd like to use a few of his methods to make her sister squeal. Ace kept that dark thought to herself. Ever since that incident, the break up between her and her boyfriend, the denouncing of relations with her sister, Ace had random dark thoughts like that one. It was just out of hate and spite, no matter how much she really wanted to act upon them.
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Post by ray3 on Aug 8, 2010 12:06:18 GMT -5
How long had he spent in here now? Two days? Two months? Two years?! Not many payed attention to time, nor the time of day infact. There wasn't much recognition of the outside from the inside of Azkaban. It was such a pity, because he was certianly curious as to how everyone was coping. But he could imagine, and every so often he would get lucky, and pinch a copy of the Daily Prophet to not only see what day it was, but to check on how things were without him. He would smile whenever he saw any referral of himself, in any way. Even if it was a mere meaningless word, with nothing to do with him whatsoever. He was delighted to have found out that his imprisonment in Azkaban had made quite an impact on life in the Wizarding World, and even the 'big-time' muggles were recognising and growing to fear his signs. He had made a name for himself in all worlds. And it was nice to know that he hadn't been forgotten. Far from it, actually. Lots of people knew that he had a way of leaving the prison, and they were all waiting for it. Fools. He was aware that they were anticipating the day when Sethos would be unleashed yet again. But he wasn't going anywhere for a while. He knew that. And the odd thing was, that he was waiting for things to settle down, for the people to maybe think 'Maybe this is the end of him.' And when that day would come, of course it would, because people are blind, foolish and full of panic. But when that panic fades away, he'll return.
He loved to read about himself. He felt like quite the celebrity. He was getting everyone worked up and afraid, and he was doing absolutely nothing. Could do absolutely nothing. For now. He grew fascinated about how he was written down on paper. It was funny how not one writer in the whole of the Prophet could write a simple statement about him. But he gave credit to them, they got some message across. They just added to the fear, layering it up like some kind of thick cake. It was the prophet's fault. They wrote him out like some kind of mad, uncontrollable storm. He liked that metaphor. He was a storm. The workers of Azkaban would wonder why there were pieces of shredded paper lying around him, and him left laughing, unstoppable and insane. Not many ventured to his cell. He would sometimes miss meals, because the 'slaves' here would be scared out of their wits, unable to go to his cell. He was amused how everybody thought of him. Some opinions were very severe, some were simply predictable. But everyone knew the most obvious quality of Sethos. Crazy.
Sethos' eyes turned swiftly over to the guards. He only smiled across at them as they hesitated, but obeyed her wishes and left the room, though they took some time to walk away from the already closed door. He could see them watching warily from the window on the other side, and they looked at the girl before leaving, with the oddest expression. They were questioning her sanity. So was Sethos, actually. Not many had chosen to be alone with Sethos. Most of the time it's never an option. Anybody who had the strange desire to see Sethos, they needed supervision, not that this kind of supervision would have helped, but Sethos understood how some people needed reassurance, no matter how weak it may be. He heard the adjective being repeated through her lips, and he turned his head slowly across to her, looking scarcely like a robot, the way his neck jerked across to her, and not smoothly. "I'm not really conducting a study...more like seizing an opportunity to fullfill my curiousity," She added, and Sethos bowed his head slightly, keeping intense eye contact with her. He was not afraid to go over boundaries, and these things called 'personal spaces' were all lies. Nobody deserved personal spaces. Not in this life anyway. Sethos then relaxed, and returned his eyes back to his hand of cards, leaning back against the white wall, and his knee coming up, his arm resting there. It was an eerie silence, but Sethos was thinking, pondering. There were many curious minds, but not many had the courage that this woman before him had. Once he seemed satisfied with his fresh hand of cards, he looked back into the dark chocolate eyes of his visitor, and waited. He was waiting for her to start with her questions, her statements and whatever else she may have to tell him. And when the silence grew a bit too long for his taste, he drew in a breath and licked his top lip. "Take all the time you need, sweets. I'm not going anywhere ... Time's all I've got." He said with a hint of bitterness. "But anything you might be wishing to ask, that'll come at a price." And his eyes flashed over to the door again. A guard had returned, but just to check up, to see she was still alive, and had all her limbs, probably. When all seemed clear, the guard addressed the girl with a firm nod and was out the room again, and the silence resumed.
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TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; uhh. ¬¬
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Post by ace on Aug 9, 2010 12:24:04 GMT -5
Ace glanced behind her shoulder. There was a window, she hadn't noticed. A few guards were peeping in. Another one came in again. She glared at him. Really, what aid could they possibly give her? None. Their presence was completely pointless for her. Ace looked back at Sethos. He kept staring at her, and she was trying to figure out why - other than the fact he didn't know her. There seemed to be something more to it than just wondering who she was and what she was doing here. It must seem odd to be visited by a complete stranger.
Ace frowned at his use of the name 'sweets'. She hated those little pet, nicknames that were given to women. "Let's get one thing straight, if you are going to call me name, call me Ace - not, sweets. I am not anywhere near sweet...not anymore," she said rather snappishly. Her feelings toward her situation with her sister spiked again. It was always there, in the back of her mind. She would never forget what happened, cursed with that photographic memory. She shuddered at the thought of it, and returned her attention to the table.
A price? Ace's eyes trailed her way back up to that pale face of his. "What sort of price?" she asked cautiously. Her eyes trailed over his face. She paid minimal attention to the scars that crossed his face before going back to his eyes. Creepy as they may be, Ace had convinced herself not to go into this with fear. One thing she was afraid of happened no thanks to that whore of a sister so, if Sethos was going to kill her - so be it. Life on the other side must be better than this one. This one sucked. It was unfair, nearly unbearable.
She wondered what this price was. A monetary amount, perhaps. Or, maybe he wanted her to do something for him on the outside. Or, he wanted her to bring him something in here. Ace waited curiously for his answer. Depending on what it was, she just may do or get it for him. He wanted to play games, didn't he? Ace didn't have time or the patience for games. She'd had enough of those. She sighed impatiently, waiting for his reply.
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Post by ray3 on Sept 11, 2010 3:49:38 GMT -5
He saw the irritation in her young face. She wasn't taking kindly to being watched, not to mention disturbed by the wary guards. He began to feel somewhat like a fish in a tank, stared at by stunned, stupid children, never leaving the poor animal in peace. He watched as the guard stepped in, muttered his small apology and scurried back out, wether by the presence of him, or the glare from his visitor, he was unsure of. He looked upon the madam with slight fascination, his eyes taking in every detail of her apperance once more. She had a perfectly shaped chin, he concluded before she spoke again, and his eyes were drawn to her lips. She had an adorable little pout when she would stop speaking. He, without really noticing, mimicked the movement of her lips, and mouthed her words back at her.
"Let's get one thing straight, if you are going to call me name, call me Ace - not, sweets. I am not anywhere near sweet...not anymore," He looked down at his lap, as if being told off fpr doing something he shoudn't have, but he was grinning. Not at his lap, but what was laying on his lap. His deck of cards were face down, so he picked them up and whipped the bottom card from the rest, and without looking, showed an Ace to Ace, still smirking with relish. "Ace .." he replied, and turned the card over so he could see for himself. He really was amazed how much he knew his cards. He popped the Ace back ontop of his deck and placed them aside, returning his hands to clasp together, as if in a praying position, and leaned them on his lap.
He was beginning to see something in Ace. He could see something in her eyes, her face, her body language. She had had a harsh past. Most engaging. The only thing know was to determine what had happened. "What sort of price?" She asked, and Sethos released a long breath before baring his teeth once more. "Well as it so happens, young Ace. I have grown fairly curious in you, my dear." He paused to read her face. She seemed like an all-business woman, but he had handled her kind before. "And don't you think it's fair that if you want some questions answered, I'd like to do the same to you." He finished and leaned back against the cold wall, expecting her to decline. At first, of course.
WORDS; does it matter? no.
TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; finally replied!!
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Post by ace on Sept 17, 2010 12:56:08 GMT -5
For a quick moment, Ace almost regretted telling off Sethos. He was grinning about it which, has her scared for a moment. Maybe he wouldn't take kindly to being told off like that. Ace tended to not control her tongue in that sense. She always spoke without really thinking. That tended to get her in trouble....a lot. It creeped her out a bit more, to see him mimic her words. It was kind of weird and creepy...very much so. Then, things go weirder. Sethose flipped up a card, showing her an ace. Right...well, he wasn't the first person in the world to make that comparison.
Ace sighed. This was going to be longer than she expected. She carefully removed her coat, and hung it on the side of teh chair. Leaning against the table, she nodded. "You are right. It is fair," she said with a small shrug. "So, who should go first?" she asked. A small smirk tugged at her lips as an idea popped in her head. He seemed to be such of fan of his little deck of cards."How about we draw for it, hm?" she suggested, glancing down at his lap, at the cards mind you. Ace could just see them over the edge of the table.
She had to wonder just how much about herself, he was 'fairly curious' about. Ace felt her life wasn't entirely that interesting, not anymore. Well, except the facts that she was adopted, and her sister is a two-faced whore. Other than that, Ace had ditched her old teenage partying ways and had concentrated on work. She had turned rather bland in her opinion. Maybe, Sethos though otherwise. He might see something in her she didn't...other than the burning rage she harbored in her heart against her sister. [/blockquote] |
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Post by ray3 on Sept 21, 2010 10:53:32 GMT -5
Without really trying to, he slipped into her mind and listened for a few moments. She was scared of him, everyone was, but she was fierce. She didn't sqeal and shoot out the door like Speedy Gonzalas. That's what he liked about her. She was unlike any of his other guests, not that he'd had many. A phsychologist came frequently. He was nothing like Belle, not at all. For one thing, he was male. He couldn't pull off his charming ways to this Doctor, part of the fact was that he didn't want to charm this doctor. He wasn't quite ready to leave Azkaban just yet. Speaking of Belle, he would get visits from her all the time. She would arrive with a broad grin on her face and a gift in her hand. He would always welcome her, just over the moon he had someone to talk to, though he'd much rather it were somebody else. Still, she was better than his new phsychologist. Belle was far better to talk to, and persuade. She had that prettiness he was somewhat attracted to. But he could never love Belle, no. Was that even possible? Come to think of it, he'd never really experienced love, or being loved.
Sethos was inside his own mind, in his own world, lightyears away from where he sat with Ace now. He heard something and rose his head to see Ace's lips moving. He tuned in to listen, and barely caught what she was saying. "You are right. It is fair, so, who should go first?" With a slight delay, Sethos realized what Ace was actually talking about. Questions and Answeres, not many Physchologists had gotten to this stage. He wondered why Ace was so special, whi he was letting her in. He obviously wanted something too. He could sense in her eyes, in her face, in her whole body, that she was a troubled young woman who would throw herself into work to distract herself from her real life. It was a shame to have a life such as Ace's wasted like this, though she wasn't wasting it today, no siree. "How about we draw for it, hm?" Sethos responded slowly with a tiny smile and picked up his deck without taking his eyes off Ace. He shuffled them casually, still staring at her with wide fascination and focus. He noticed she had a small cluster of freckles around her eyes and nose. He snapped out of his dizzy day-dream and as he halved the cards, he fanned them out and reached forward to the bars, as close as he was going to get with Ace, and waited for her to pick her card. He was quite enjoying this. Nobody else had taken this approach, nobody else had taken notice to his cards, apart from Belle of course, but Belle was just too easy.
He had seen the stregnth and independance in Ace and it demanded his attention, clawing at him like a rabid rodant. He noted all of Ace's qualities in his mind. She was a useful girl. Sethos just wanted to make sure of a few things. He had a good guess of what this girl had been through, and if he was going to be surprised, all te better. Sethos loves surprises.
WORDS; yes, there are words.
TAG; ace longbottom
NOTES; ><
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Post by ace on Dec 14, 2010 14:15:17 GMT -5
Ace was beginning to wonder if she had gone crazy or something. Really, what was she doing? This was supposed to be an in and out interview for Ministress Weasley. Now, look – she was playing bloody cards with this creep! Who would have thought? Still, there was just something about Sethos that fascinated her. She was no expert with criminals, or psychology. In fact, her interest in them was slim to none. Yet, she felt something was making her continue the conversation, something tugged her toward him. Ace could not decide if she liked this or not. She knew she should just go, before she did something stupid and got herself killed, but here she was still sitting here. Those guards out there probably thought she was incredibly stupid.
She waited patiently as he shuffled his pet deck and what not. Ace wasn’t much of a card player. She kind of wished she was, she’d probably be rather good at it. For a small moment, she wondered just how much money she could make just doing that. Muggles seemed to do it quite well, there had to be some wizard card games out there. Ace snapped her thoughts back to the here and now, finding herself looking at the cards fanned out before her. She stared at them for a moment, trying to pick just which one to chose. Her first instinct was the middle, and she reached to grab that one but, then decided against hit and chose a card toward the right.
Ace slowly turned the card toward her and glanced at it. She shrugged and turned it over for Sethos to see. “Ten of diamonds,” she said smoothly, as if that was something big. Ace looked at Sethos expectantly, waiting for him to take his turn. It wasn’t so horrible to actually look at him. Sure, his eyes were a bit….creepy but, you’d go even more loony being locked up in this joint. She figured that in the end, she was end up answering all his questions first either way. So, it didn’t matter.
note - hey look, I got bored! It's a crap post but, yeah.
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