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Post by ray3 on Jul 7, 2010 7:56:00 GMT -5
The Ace of Knaves, the great 'controller' of this institute. Dragged, involuntarily (how else can someone be dragged?) down the hallway of the Intensive Treatment Wing ... again. Inmates would peer through the slits in their cell-doors, their 'letter-boxs', watching the man kick, and chuckle, and stuggle. Amusing.
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Sitting in the wide living room of a house that stank of blood, smoke and alcohol. It was dark, very dark. It was probably the early hours of the next day. The blackness of the room added to the dark, eerie atmosphere. There ws not one source of light anywhere, apart from the window, that has been smashed not moments ago. A red liquid was dripping from the shards and from the frame of the window. A body lay dead in the middle of the room. Their long hair was tanlged, and smeared with dirt and blood. The person's face was hidden beneath their hair. They lay face down on the hard wooden floor, their last drops of life seeping into the carpet. Broken pieces of glass were everywhere. The sofa was torn, a long rip was take right through it, it's white fluffy stuffing bursting from it. A mirror once stood above the fireplace. Now, it was a mere frame, and the broken mirror lay ontop of the rotting corpse. A shandelier had been forced away from the ceiling, bit it still hung, barely, by the plaster that held the silver weaves in the air. It swung softly and gracefully. It was mezmerizing to watch. This room may have looked decent once. May have.
There was more than one body in the room, two shiloettes shone through the black. Although one was dead, gone, destoryed. The other was living. It breathed, felt, saw and smelled. Although most saw nothing alive about him. He was not human to them. He was the deathly defying symbol of anarchy and chaos. He was never thought if as a person with morals, or even feelings. But he did have those things. They were just buried under sinister jokes and laughter. Sethos sat in the reasonably untouched armchair. It was an emerald green leather. A bit cliche. Green, again? And as he looked, he saw more and more green. There were green walls, green paintings and green furnature. Sethos guessed that even the flames in the fireplace would be green. Although green was a favourite colour of his, Sethos felt overwhelmed with the amout of only one colour used. He was thankful, for once, for that dim, boring, darkest shade imaginable. Black.
Upon hearing a body moving, Sethos rose slowly to his feet. He glanced down at his latest victim and gave a chuckle to him, biting and sucking on his lower lip, turning his back on the door. He turned the body around, and saw, for the first time, it was a young girl. Sethos grinned at her emotionless, haunting face, and took out a small knife. He shoved the sharp weapon into the girl's helpless mouth and dragged at the edge of her mouth, cutting and tearing at her flesh, more blood gushing from the new wounds. Sethos' hand was covered in the girl's blood. He waved a hand to the side, getting the nearby wall splattered in crimson. He stopped what he was doing for a moment, and watched as the blood began to drip slowly down the wall. Sethos smiled. "What an improvement!" He gushed, before releasing a loud, frightening shriek of hysterical laughter, as he sat upon the girl, basing her head against the hard floor, his screeching giggle echoing further than expected.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 22, 2010 16:28:17 GMT -5
To the night, the figure stalking the halls was nothing more than a fleeting shadow, inconsequential as time ticked away, oblivious to the world. Except to those who watched closely, intently, her presence would go unperceived besides to those who could detect it. The dark halls gave off only enough light to show a small flicker, the hem of a dark robe passing beneath the emanating luminescence the dark sky gave off. To the untrained eye, however, the temporary passing of the robe would appear as nothing more then the dark curtains framing the few windows.
So what was Bellatrix, the Dark Lady, doing up so late (early?)? Well, nothing more then returning from a walk in the surrounding terrain. So long, so positively boring, the she would have given anything just to turn around and kill any nearby living creature. Yet she refrained from doing so. Why? Because she had left her wand on a table beside the back door. Now, it being secured safely in a pocket of her robes, she planned of retiring to her bed.
As a screeching giggle echoed to her, she came to a halt and raised a curious eyebrow. It seemed someone was... up to something. Shaking her head, knowing that her plans for sleep were ruined by her curiosity, she once more started off, heading towards where she knew him to be. He had always been an interesting man, one of the only ones Bellatrix was able to tolerate. Perhaps that was why she needed to satisfy her hungering intrigue as to what was amusing him.
When the living room came within her view, she halted once more and glanced around the dark, green-filled room. Except a new addition had been added, she noticed. That being in the form of a dead girl's body. The window appeared to have been broken, the chandelier nearly torn from the ceiling, the sofa torn and gushing its insides, and the fireplace mirror also destroyed. A sigh escaped her smirking lips as she entered the room to come a little ways away from Sethos.
"What have we here?" she asked with an air of nonchalance. "I see you've... rearranged the living room. What nonsensical amusement have you been up to this night?" Indeed she was curious as to how the room came to be in this state.
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Post by ray3 on Aug 1, 2010 12:43:02 GMT -5
The Ace of Knaves, the great 'controller' of this institute. Dragged, involuntarily (how else can someone be dragged?) down the hallway of the Intensive Treatment Wing ... again. Inmates would peer through the slits in their cell-doors, their 'letter-boxs', watching the man kick, and chuckle, and stuggle. Amusing.
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He had just escaped ... well departed seemed like a more appropriate word for the action. Escaping took effort and force. Well this 'departure' from the loony home, where he'd only spent three days there, it would seem that he did use force to leave Azkaban prison. On his way out, he had decided to pass a few guards, and in doing so, accidentally slit their throats. They really didn't need to die, but they were in his way. The same could not be said, however, for a single guard on duty, who was infact underground, and he was headed up a much higher floor. But he heard the poor man had detected an outbreak. And even though he had plenty time to leave without being caught, he just felt he should get rid of another guard, just for future purposes, should he return here. They'll be hiring anyone off the streets soon, just to gain some employment. Only three deaths was a bit of a disappointment, he had hoped for more. He would have waited for Saturday, when there were quite a handful of guards patrolling the halls. But the thing was that he couldn't wait. He'd spent long enough in here. And he felt it was best to leave.
Sethos grinned widely as he recounted his evening. But he realized that it was still the evening. This night had stretched on fairly far. Although it only seemed that way because of the amount of things he had been doing. Oh well. He certianly had enough more evenings to fill. A lot more. And as he looked at his feet, he saw that there was infact four lives he had taken. The corpse on the ground was soaking in her own blood. Sethos rose from the girl and stepped aside so as to not get any blood on his lovely scuffed shoes, even though it was dripping sickeningly from his fingertips. He waited silently for his visitor, and then saw the frizz of black hair, and then the woman whose hair it belonged to. Why, it was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange. Sethos had actually forgotten that he had chosen this house on purpose, to ram the girl's body through the window so he could get in. Of course he could have used the door, but what fun was that?
"What have we here? I see you've... rearranged the living room. What nonsensical amusement have you been up to this night?"
Sethos only smiled, his eyes twinkling like a gentleman. He reached into his pocket and gloved his crimson hands before glancing arounf the living room, as though taking it in, for the first time. He looked momently stunned, and then turned to the damaged woman before him. "I've just come from Azkaban, dear Trixie, and I thought to myself 'Why not have a celebration?' Afterall, it is of course me who has .. escaped Azkaban prison. And that definately calls for celebration, don't you think?" If he knew any better, Sethos would not dare to, but he now found himself flirting with the Dark Lady. This was certianly most engaging. He had not planned to take a liking to this woman in such a way that he found her presence most breathtaking. Or was this just his mind playing those dirty tricks? Did he really have something for Bellatrix, or was he trying to weasel his way into her? Even he didn't know.
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