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Post by peter on Mar 13, 2010 15:53:38 GMT -5
 WELL ITS MIDNIGHT DAMN RIGHTwe're wound up too tight Level 2. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. To Peter, it had to be one of the most important departments in the Ministry. It was mostly because of his own opinions, which were greatly influenced by his family. Almost everything he did was influenced by his family. It wasn't huge and the group wasn't related to a great number of people, but he was the oldest brother of the four. For this, he felt as if there was some sort of born protective side about him. Protecting people who needed it most was apart of this feeling. It was probably the reason he decided to train to be an auror. Not to mention his own mother was one as well, so it did fit in his influence. It was easy to be so influenced with the people you grew up with. It always amazed him when he saw a child nothing like their parents. It made him wonder how much time they really spent together.
At the moment, you would think he would have something better to do then to wander. However, he didn’t at that moment. The head of his department was dealing with another meeting and wouldn’t tell Peter what he needed to do. Everything that was needed to be done was getting worked on. The wizards working on what they needed to didn’t want a new 20 year old interfering with anything, even if he knew how to do it. It was overly frustrating. He was very new in the Ministry, and not at much power. In fact, he was reminded several times that he was lucky to be here at his age. Lucky to even have the chance to have this kind of job. Really, Peter didn’t fully understand what the ‘young age’ was. He knew a couple of 19 year olds and 18 year olds. He was at least older then they were. He did join the Ministry at age 19, so it had been only a little over a year for him. He had no authority what so ever. Except a favorite of his father, but his father wasn’t too high in the totem pole either.
He hated being un-productive. That’s what he felt like he was doing at that moment. He planned to do this to find out a little more about where he was going. In the year that he had been here, he hadn’t ventured far. He wasn’t sure if he would ever need to know what’s going on around him, but it would probably be a good idea. One of Peter’s strategies was to figure out everything about something. On top of that strategy, Peter’s mind was insanely curious. He wanted to know everything. That’s probably why he was so blunt and always said exactly what was on his mind. If he didn’t ask, no one was going to answer his question. It did get him in trouble often, however. Say if the question he was wondering was somewhat questionable. Say if he asked someone of high official that question, they would be considering what side he was on. Like whenever he mentioned the dark arts.
Peter was probably the opposite of a death eater, but it didn’t mean his curiosity was shut off at the things that they did do. Whatever happened to the saying keep your friends close, but your enemies closer? It didn’t seem to fit in with his question. Whenever he mentioned anything referring to the dark arts, the room went silent and they all looked at Peter as if he had grown an extra head. Peter could really care less what people thought of him or looked at him like, but no one answered his question. They always got the wrong meaning. How was he suppose to know what he was up against if no one would say a damn word to him about it? It didn’t make a ton of sense to him either.
His official dress was somewhat annoying, especially now when all he heard was the ‘tack tack’ of his shoes against the floor. Everyone else was doing something that they were sent to do, so the hallway at that moment was empty. The extremely tall Peter stood out tremendously. His hair was up in its usual fashion with his official Ministry attire hanging off of him. So far the only one walking… though he could swore he heard something coming up from behind him, but it was probably his own shoes echoing.
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Status: Finished O.o
Tagged: Chris
Lyrics Used: Burn it to the Ground by Nickleback
Notes: Not bad, I suppose XD Lot of rambling |
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Post by cparson on Mar 14, 2010 17:44:25 GMT -5
 Chris had been at work since probably four in the morning, now roughly twelve hours ago, and was still running on full. He'd gotten caught up in a meeting with a student that made him late for work, so he figured staying extra was mandatory at this point. His superior had told him to go home whenever, but that was hours ago now, and he still had a bunch of research to do for the day. But for now, he was on lunch break, roaming the halls with a bottled water for something to do. Taking a sip, he turned a corner to see it completely empty, as usual, and sighed on to the next. The soft clacking of his shoes could be heard echoing from wall to wall, but other than that complete silence seemed to have taken over the second floor of the ministry. Everyone was at a court hearing or something or other, at least that's what Chris' boss had said. Why he wasn't allowed, he didn't bother to ask.
Stepping around another corner, he heard the clicking of another pair of shoes and felt slightly relieved he wasn't alone in the building. Walking down the hall toward the sound, he took another swig of water and brushed a bit of his still untamed hair out of his face. It didn't quite breech the unprofessional look, it just looked... well, untamed. Finally catching up to the footsteps, he peered around the corner to see someone familiar - double relieving. Coughing slightly to alert the bloke of his presence, Chris stepped up to him with a slight smile. "Hey, it's nice to see someone else is out and about around here. Seems everyone's stuck in big business upstairs." Extending his hand, he looked over the guy to see if he could remember his name. He knew a majority of the people around the first few floors, and this kid was around his age, they had to have gone to school together.
"Peter... right?" The bloke was extremely tall, taller than Chris was by at least a half a foot, and had to have been his age if not a year or two younger. Then again, Chris always had scruff which gave everyone good reason to believe he was at least twenty five, if not thirty. Age in the wizarding world was easily mistaken and easily masked, so judging by first impression was always a pretty bad idea.
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!tagged for: Peter c:
!status: Complete!
!comments: oh god, it sucks. sorry >.>' next will be better, promise!
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Post by peter on Mar 17, 2010 16:26:04 GMT -5
WELL ITS MIDNIGHT DAMN RIGHTwe're wound up too tight It wasn't long before the sounds of his shoes and his own breathing were the only ones filling the hallways. He figured that much, as people did have to patrol these ways to make sure no one was screwing around. But who he saw did surprise him. Peter was easy at reconizing faces, but names and status were always the things that stumbled him. He would eventually remember, but it always took him a moment's time. The guy coming his way was no doubt fimilar. His small facial hair, out of control hair, and confident mention of himself was all too fimilar. Peter had known the people in the Ministry for an awful long time, seeing as his father was apart of that. This man, whoever he was, started to speak, and seeing that Peter was the only one around, held his head a little higher at the mention of someone talking to him.
At the words, Peter nodded, but it was more of annoyed sigh then anything else. "Defintally that." He said, reffering to his words, 'buisness upstairs'. "Appertantally they don't want a kid to get in the mess of things." It was his mouth getting ahold of him. Probably one of his biggest problems was his overly blunt behavior. He didn't think about what to say, but more of just said exactally what was crossing his mind. He didn't care what other people thought, but he knew that he needed so slow down a might if he was going to be keeping his job. Who knew what this guy was. If he was in a high spot, Jacky's luck might not have put him in his favor this time. "Pardon... its been a busy morning." He said, as if that would excuse his words. Though Peter had no idea what this guy had been through. Seemed like he was perky...
He took his giant hand and outstretched to shake with his, the modern way. Peter has had a couple of times were someone wouldn't shake his head, which was considered a huge offense to someone. Needless to say, that person didn't think much of Peter. Peter didn't think much of them. It had happened when he was 19 and just starting out here, so it had to be something with authority, which wasn't close to Peter's best friend. Authority, along with his blunt mouth, was one of his main issues. When someone told him to do something, a part of him wanted to do the exact opposite just because someone told him to. He had an independent nature that didn't want to be told what to do. Perhaps thats what was one of his issues with his job. Yes, that had to be it.
He let go of the stranger's hand and gave him a puzzled look when he seemed to know Peter's name. Man, was it written across his face or what? He felt like checking, but resisted. Instead, he changed his face and tried to figure out who this guy was. Obviously he was of high branch if he knew of Peter's name, as not many others did. Though of the adult 'old' features on his face, like the scruff he had going on, he had a young face. It was softened, much like Peters was. No wrinkles noticable, and wrinkles were often a clear sign of age. It suddenly hit him, remembering that his father went on and on about how this guy was too young to be ahead of the law force. But the name was somewhat of a challenge... he had said it, but mostly the last name. 'Parson.' Peter knew that much.
It seemed to come slowly in his mind, but he gave a friendly dazzling smile, "It is. And I believe its... Christopher?" He asked, relaxing the smile that he remembered. He wasn't sure if thats what he was called, seeing as not a lot of individuals used their entire name when it was that long, but he wasn't going to be using nicknames if he had just met the guy either. Remembering what Peter had said before, he blinked. Oh yeah, oops. He knew he had better watch his mouth... but perhaps the guy would understand. He seemed decent enough, as far as first impressions went.
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Status: Finished O.o
Tagged: Chris
Lyrics Used: Burn it to the Ground by Nickleback
Notes: tis fine :3 it's a lot less rambly then mine XD |
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Post by cparson on Mar 17, 2010 23:44:36 GMT -5
Chris wasn't surprised that he didn't get an immediate response from the bloke, since he was probably creeped out that he recognized him. Just his luck. He meets someone and creeps them out - it was reminiscent of his school days. 'Hi, I'm Chris. You're Bonnie, right?' And cue Bonnie backing away slowly because he knew her name when she was three years older and in a different house. Dramatic, yes, but typical of a dorky Ravenclaw who paid too much attention. He had to resist a smirk when Peter mentioned them not wanting kids to get involved, and he nodded lightly. "No kidding. It's like if you haven't been here for thirty years, you're not invited. It's like not getting invited to birthday parties all over again, for me at least." Chuckling a bit that he had the same blunt nature he did, he made a mental note in the back of his head - this guy wasn't too bad so far.
Waving off his excusing himself, Chris kept a smile on his face. Poor kid was probably worried about offending him or something. "No worries, man. I'm not a boss or anything. Hell, you're probably higher up in this place than I'll ever get." Grunt cop, that's basically what he was, he just had extra responsibilities. He was never allowed anywhere with the 'secret business' and he wasn't ever included in his superior's fantastic 'meetings' he seemed to have any time Chris asked him to cover a shift. Ironic? I think not. Glad the bloke shook his hand, he took a sip of his water and felt a bit nervous for a second as Peter eyed him curiously. He supposed it was his knack for remembering names that had caught him off guard, since most guys were horrible with names and faces - but show 'em a rack and they'll remember exactly who you are. Wondering if maybe he should have played dumb this time, Chris sighed very lightly in relief as Peter's smile turned friendly and told him he was correct in his assumption.
"Aha, for a second there I thought I had the wrong bloke," he smiled lightly, watching Peter relax as well as he questioned Chris' name. "and yes, Christopher. Chris works perfectly fine though, it's shorter and less preschool." His mother had always called him Christopher Michael when he was in trouble, so it always stirred memories he'd rather not get distracted with while he was at work. Rubbing his chin lightly, he stuffed his hand into his pocket as he peered around, the hallways still pretty vacated save for a dust bunny or two. "Gotta wonder what they're talking about up there..." he muttered, partly on accident and partly thinking aloud. He really had a knack for speaking before thinking, but he figured since Peter was apologizing for his words either, he wasn't much higher up and wasn't gonna go running to a boss anyway if he slipped up and said something without a second thought.
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!tagged for: Peter
!status: Complete!
!comments: my first posts always ramble XD i dunno why. i like setting' the scene and whatnot, and then i end up rambling, lmao. bleck, this one kinda sucks. i've been off today though - sorries! :c
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