Good to be Bad (Open Aurors wanted)

[zj]

Zhen Ji stood in front of her mirror in the muggle home she had claimed as her own after slaughtering its prior inhabbitants. She looked into her own beautiful face, and a cruel smile spread accross it. No one would ever be at ease in her presence again. She would make sure that she would be recognized no matter where she went. People would cower in fear at the sight of her.

She turned away from the mirror to the skin tight red, and black leather outfit that awaited her. She pulled her robe up over her head, and tossed it into a corner. She pulled on the suite with minor difficulty due to how tight it was. She zipped it up as she turned back to the mirror. She picked her wand up of the vanity, and with a small flick her hair was hidden beneath a red, and black hat that looked very much like an old jesters hat.

She opened up her make up case, and she began to rub a pure white cream on her face. Hiding who she was and turning her into an entirely different person. She finished with the cream, and took out black lipstick. She quickly put it on her lips. Amazingly as fast as she did it it came out perfect. She then colored around her eyes with the lipstick. She looked into the mirror again to see a completely different person looking back at her.

She then opened a drwer, and removed two revolvers one red, and one black. These guns were not normal muggle weapons these were of Zhens own hand. They never ran out of ammo, and they could shoot absolutely any kind of ammo she could think of from paintballs to grenades. She was going to have some real fun now. With a loud crack she disapparated and appeared in hogsmeade. The site of her made many scream. She turned her aim to a witch very near her. With a blast from the end of the muzzel she shot the woman right between the eyes. "Right so whos next?"

[aldenford]

Sitting at the end of high street, on a lone bench was Alden Ford. The beauty with long dark hair, bright blue eyes, and, no voice. She sat there, holding a cup of hot chocolate in her tan leather coated hands as her red glossed lips blew some of the heat away from the cup. She let some of the cold air blow, hitting her face, but then hid it in her grey cashmere scarf. Something about just doing nothing, made her at peace. Peaceful as a work of art, sitting there on the snowy block her legs covered by her thick tights. She was warm though, she felt fine. Finally taking a sip from her cup, she heard a loud, conjunctive scream. Her head jerked instantly, as if she had no control over her body. Her cup spilled a drop on the navy colored pea coat she wore over her oversized school sweater, and her skirt. With her bag still in the crook of her arm, she went back to her drink, noting that it just might have been those foolish girls who giggle and scream.. first years. She sighed, crossing her leg, and letting a little of the cold air hit her naked thigh. Her pinkish-rust colored beret keeping her head warm, as she then heard a gunshot, and looked to where it came from.

She panicked. The stores closed down, none were open to hide in. She was now out here alone. Her breath got quicker, and she looked from storefront to storefront wishing to be let in somewhere. There was no way to make a run for it either, the stupid wedges she had chosen to wear today didn’t allow anything other then a near glacial pace. “shit” she whispered, as a tear stained black from eyeliner, welled up and slid down her cheek. She stood in the middle of the street, hot cocoa in hand as she pleaded for someone to save her, from what she did not know.

mother superior jumped the gun

words::three hundred fifty five
outfit::here
notes::hope this is ok

[zj]

Zhen grinned madly at the chaos that was unfolding around her. She laughed as she saw people running to shop doors banging on them begging the owners to let them in. This was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for. She turned and pointed her red revolver at a group trying to get into Honey Dukes, and the black at a group at the three broomsticks. The red revolver shot off a liquid nitrogen round freezing the group, and the black revolver shot off a napalm round lighting the other group on fire.

More screams ripped through the air as her victims ran around franticly trying to find a place to hide from her. She rounded the corner onto High street. She raised her black revolver and pointed it at the back of a running wizard. The gun shot off like a twelve gauge shotgun the buckshot tearing through the man. She pointed the red revolver at a stunned witch on the corner, and the gun shot out a grenade blowing up the witch, and a good size chunk of the building she had stood by.

Zhen now noticed a lone girl sitting on a bench not moving. She could see that the girl was crying so she was obviously frightened. Perhaps she was scared stiff. This would be mre entertainment than the others who reacted just like anyone else. Such normality was boring, but difference that was exciting. She skipped over so that she was standing right in front of the girl. She pointed both of her guns at er new victim. "Not runnin huh? I guess dats pwetty smahtt where as you can't get away any how." She pulled both triggers and shot the girl with black paintballs then she burst out laughing.