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Post by cparson on Mar 11, 2010 22:21:27 GMT -5
 Christopher was actually a woman. Christopher was actually taking a day off from his 'scouting' for talent and relaxing in the library, some snacks he'd snuck in lingering in his pocket. Pretzels, to be exact. Nibbling on one, he peered over to the librarian who looked completely bored out of her mind, as usual. Flipping through the book he'd picked, Dark Arts For Dummies, he wondered what the point of books like this were. He'd barely even call it a book, really. Just a bunch of nonsense scribbled about alleged dark arts and how to allegedly use them - most of the things in here could be proven wrong by Chris himself... if it wasn't highly illegal. Very highly illegal.
Scooting up from his seat, he felt a few eyes move to him as he walked over to place the book back at its rightful shelf, peering over at a particular first year who seemed goo goo eyes at him. Quirking a brow, he pointed with his face for her to turn back to her book, and she blushed a furious red and did so. Silly tweens, they were so easily manipulated. Picking a random book about flowers or something for potions, Chris plopped back into his chair and leaned back as far as he could, resting the back against a bookshelf. He was just past the view of the librarian unless she peeked her head around the shelf, which she had no reason to, so he wasn't all too worried about being in 'trouble'. Unless he fell, which was unlikely. The library was virtually empty, anyway.
Flipping through the pages, he munched on a few more pretzels, boring himself half to death with useless facts and dribble. A yawn slipped through his mouth as an owl came through the window and silently landed on his table, giving him a letter before scurrying off on its way. His brow quirked again as he opened and read it...
Chris,
Meet me in the library.
I have questions about death eaters.
LOTS of questions.
But it wasn't signed. Who could even know he had information about them, besides someone who met up with him? And people who met up with him knew not to publicly talk about it... Then again, he was part of the Ministry, so maybe it was common sense that a man of the law knew information about breaking the law, and people who broke the law. It was hard to tell, but since he was already in the library... now he just had to wait. Letting all four legs of his chair rest safely on the ground again, he peered around to see if anyone appeared to be looking for him, only to be disappointed. Still the same group of people. Closing his blue eyes, he laid his chin on the book he'd been pretending to read, sighing silently as he waited.
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Post by ava on Mar 11, 2010 23:31:04 GMT -5
With a polite smile and brief nod, she bid farewell to her study group and left them behind. Her dark brown tresses spilled haphazardly out of it's french twist as she made her way toward the library in hopes that he would be there waiting for her. Ava nibbled her bottom lip and watched the floor flow by to avoid the usual snickering eyes that followed her down the corridor. At least today her outfit was halfway normal... or at least by her standards it was. Sure she was wearing knee socks with her shorts, but at least today they matched! Such serious questions deserved a slightly more serious outfit as honored by the somber brown top and plain denim shorts. Besides, he was a law enforcement officer, not a teenager. Reminding herself of that simple fact helped to calm the nagging doubts in the back of her head.
As Ava reached the library, she paused to take a deep breath. Her slender fingers wrapped around the handle and gave a little tug. Ava's eyes busily scanned the tables before her feet even had a chance to cross the threshold. Such a state of distraction was typical for the curious Ravenclaw. Grumbling as her messenger bag caught on the door handle, Ava blushed and stepped through. She kept her head down and ignored the snickering behind her as she adjusted the bag and made her way past the door. Finally feeling the blush subside, Ava looked up and noticed him immediately. She quickly thanked Merlin for her good luck and scurried over with the list of questions clutched in her petite hand.
Pausing at the table, she silently muttered curses in her brain as she felt the wretched blush return. Such was Ava's luck when around an attractive man. This would have been much easier for her if he had been homely or at least modest in looks. Calming herself, she put on her bravest smile and cleared her throat to speak.
"Ello! I see you've gotten my note. I'm quite pleased you chose to meet with me. I have quite a few questions and I'm quite confident that you will have the answers!"
Ava stood rocking on her feet and grinning. It hadn't even dawned on her to introduce herself... or consider that he wasn't actually waiting for her. Such reasonable thoughts always came late to the impulsive girl. Still smiling, she helped herself to the chair across from him and awaited a response. [/font] Outfit: ClickethWord Count: 561 Comments: You rock!!!! We rock!! We're baaaack! |
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Post by cparson on Mar 12, 2010 1:43:20 GMT -5
Nearly dozing off, Chris mumbled to himself and rubbed his eyes, thankful he hadn't drooled all over the book he'd laid on. Coughing lightly (and attempting to be silent) he moved his head up to rest on the book, sheepishly smiling when the librarian gave him a glare. She finally noticed, sadly. Sitting up completely, he grumbled about how she needed to get laid and continued to pretend (pretty horribly) to read his book. The opening of the library door caught his attention, and he leaned to peer through some missing book spots on the shelf to get a gander of who it was.
It was a girl, an extremely petite girl, who simply had to be a Ravenclaw. She had a quill tucked behind her ear - usually a sure tell sign - and she seemed... odd. He wasn't sure what it was about his old house, it seemed to have turned into almost a nuthouse, except the people weren't crazy, just unique and outcasted. It was really discouraging, especially since the most intelligent witches and wizards were usually Ravenclaw. Unable to resist a smirk as her bag got caught on the door, he turned his attention back to his book, munching the final pretzel in his pocket before he heard shuffling feet drawing nearer to him. Maybe this was the source of the strange owl?
Hearing a gentle throat clearing, he peered up to see the mystery girl looking down at him with a wide smile and pink cheeks. "Hey, yeah... I was wondering who sent that actually." Offering a smile in return as not to be rude, he waited to no avail for her to introduce herself as she sat down. Her hair looked as if she'd just rolled out of bed, but somehow matched her unique look. "What kind of questions? I mean, there's not a lot I can really answer if it's..." his head searched for a word, but came up with zilch. "erm, classified I guess, is the word." Glancing at her again, he smiled a bit to himself realizing how adorable she looked with her knee-highs and odd, flowy shirt. "You must be a Ravenclaw, miss...?"
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!comments: Bleck, this one sucks. BUT YES, we're baaaaa-aaaaack!
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Post by ava on Mar 12, 2010 8:04:24 GMT -5
The chair protested with a soft squeak as Ava pushed it back enough to make room for her to sit. The offending sound caused her nose to wrinkle slightly as she settled in to the seat. Such high pitched sounds had always irritated the petite girl's sensitive ears. Recovering quickly, she grinned in satisfaction as she spoke to the gentlemen - the very handsome gentlemen. Her olive green eyes subtly studied him and led her to conclude that his appearance would make it quite difficult to concentrate. Inwardly she sighed and scolded herself. His voice drug her out of her thoughts and caused the blush to faintly return. Ah! A signature! She knew she had forgotten something. "Ah... yes! My appologies! I was so excited when I found out your profession. The letter was written in such a hurry that I failed to sign it."[/b] Even with her demure apology Ava still failed to introduce herself. The thought would come to her eventually, but as with all social things it would not be a speedy realization. Ava was much better with academics than socialization. His smile put her more at ease and helped the blush to vanish completely this time. Ava busied herself with the list of questions she clutched in her hand as he spoke. She smoothed out the crowded page and displayed it in front of her. The bright white muggle notebook paper gleamed against the deep mahogony wood of the library table. In the back of her mind she noted the way the smooth wood felt cool beneath her fingers. A bit odd since the room was so warm. Or maybe the warmth was just a sign of her anxious state. Hearing the man stumble a bit over his words, Ava waiting patiently with her bottom lip caught between her teeth - a habit that often left her poor lip looking red and slightly swollen. His disclaimer caused a hitch in her breathing. She sucked in a bit of air as her oval eyes widened. "Oh my! I hadn't thought of that at all! Yes, it makes perfect sense. Oh but hopefully not all of my questions are classified. That would be extremely dissappointing."[/b] The soft lilt of her voice emphasized the word extremely even through her lingering Australian accent. The thought of being denied any answers at all caused her to fidget in her seat. Her foot swung lightly and one slim finger worried a strand of hair hanging near her left cheek. Her mind was quickly going through the list of questions and seeking out red flags that might hinder her interviews. The process was interrupted as her subject politely prompted her to provide her name. The ever so annoying blush returned full force as she finally realized the very basic social step that she had failed to take. Shaking her head in embarrasement, Ava gave a shy grin. "Holiday. Ava Satine Holiday to be exact, but you can call me Ava. Sorry for that. It seems to be the step I forget the most."[/b] Ava sat studying him as her fingers ran around the edges of her page. Her head tilted to the side as a entirely new batch of questions - questions about him - popped into her busy brain. But now wasn't the time for those questions. She paused with a little shrug then continued on to acknowledge his assumption. "And, yes. I'm a sixth year Ravenclaw. Is it that obvious?"[/b] A lilting laugh spilled out as she mentally answered her own question. Apparently the sorting hat wasn't the only one who found Ava's curiosity to be quite blunt. [/color][/size][/font] !words: 607
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!Outfit: In da first post!
!comments: It does NOT suck! Did I do the template right this time? Whee!
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Post by cparson on Mar 12, 2010 17:22:26 GMT -5
The very, very dull squeak of the chair was just enough to cause a slight scrunch on both their noses - that sound was almost like nails on a blackboard for Chris. Always had been. The small sounds would irk him while the loud sounds would just blend in as background noise. Smirking slightly as she failed again to mention a name, Chris nodded slightly. "No worries, it happens. I mean I've done it to family, thankfully they know my chicken scratch." Smirking, he showed her a small piece of paper with his 'writing' on it, which looked like nothing more than scribbles with a few dots and crosses for i's and t's. He blamed it on his father teaching him to write, being a retired doctor and all. Glancing at the paper in her own hand, he wondered if that was her list of questions. If so, it wasn't exactly short. But hey, he was always up to encourage curiosity. The ol 'curiosity killed the cat' bullshit never really stuck with him.
"Well, if there's anything classified..." he peered over to the librarian again, smirking as he saw her slowly drifting off to sleep. "It's not like talking somewhere more private won't fix it. If it comes down to it, my office is available, and we can finish talking there." Catching the faint Aussie accent lining her voice, Chris resisted a smile. Everyone here had the dull English accent, himself excluded, so it was nice to hear something foreign. Even American accents were nice. His was, of course, a cross between English and Southern American... a strange one, for sure. Snapping out of his momentary thought as he heard her finally telling her name, he chuckled as she babbled slightly. It would seem she was nervous, but she was doing a good job at controlling it save for the blush and slightly endless sentences. "Ava, then. I'm Chris... but, you already knew that."
An awkward smile covered his face now instead of his trademark smirk and a light pink brushed across his cheeks. "Nice to meet you. And I wouldn't say it's obvious... I just recognize people from my old house easier than say a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff. They're too easy to blend together. Ravenclaws have always had a knack for standing out, being individual." Brushing a bit of stray hair out of his face, he peered over to the now snoring librarian, snickering a bit. "So, what's your first question?"
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!comments: Hehe, yes you did it right this time. =P you'll catch on in no time ;]
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Post by ava on Mar 12, 2010 21:47:09 GMT -5
Ava was increasingly relieved as the man seemed to be unconcerned with her lack of social graces. The small smirk on his lips was noted, but quickly classified as non-threatening as she studied his reaction to her apology. Despite her lack of social graces, Ava was quickly learning the art of using body language and facial expression to judge mood and emotion. So far he didn't seem too put off by her. A slight hint of confusion arched her brow as she listened to his reply. Ava's olive eyes flickered from his lips to the paper he offered as proof of his statement. Understanding quickly dawned. "Ah! Yes. Chicken scratch... an American vernacular term for messy handwriting."[/b] She chuckled at herself as she looked over his evidence. "Merlin! That is messy."[/b] With a little laugh, her eyes darted back to her own extensive list. Each line was neatly penned and organized. The letters looked almost as elegant as the calligraphy her mother used when sending out formal invitations. Every single question on that list had been well thought out and planned. The thought that any of them could go unanswered made her heart race a bit faster than necessary. She felt quite foolish for failing to consider the element of confidentiality that could be required. During a moment of insecurity her eyes darted around the library to see if anyone was listening to them. A few heads were bent over large volumes while the librarian remained oblivious. It was safe. No one was paying attention to the odd pair. Ava leaned in with an air of secrecy as he proposed a solution. Her breathing stopped ever so briefly as she listened and nodded. "Yes. Brilliant! That would be much appreciated."[/b] A smile of relief spread as he assured her that he would find a way to share whatever information she requested. With that settled, she leaned back in the chair and began smoothing her fingers over the list once again. Once the officer offered his first name, his as if she were an equal, Ava found herself slightly awestruck. She blushed an honest blush and gave an apologetic smile. "In a way, yes. Though I had planned to call you Mr. Parson."[/b] Bitting her lip shyly, Ava realized that it might have been presumptuous of her to go digging around about him. "I hope you don't mind that I asked around. I had seen you about the castle grounds and questioned my professors..."[/b] Trailing off, she looked down at her hands and fidgeted with her fingernails. As usual she had put her own curiosity in the front of the line and forgotten all about social graces. Hopefully it hadn't offended this time. So far it didn't seem to offend. He was still speaking to her and that was a good sign. One brow arched in curiosity as she noticed a blush appear on his cheek this time. How odd. The curiosity melted into enthusiasm as he shared their common trait. "You were a Ravenclaw as well? Fascinating!"[/b] Clasping her little hands in front of her, Ava flat out grinned. She was always pleased to meet former Ravenclaws. Hearing the whereabouts and what to dos of the alumni often inspired her to look toward her own post Hogwarts future. Chasing about a whole new set of questions, Ava found herself caught off guard as Chris seemed ready to get down to the business at hand. Her mouth opened and closed several times in a row before her voice finally caught up. "Oh...well...let's see....Umm... . I suppose that would be a bit about your job, Mr. Par - I mean, Chris."[/b] Ava quickly slid her finger up the page and tapped the first question on the list. "What sort of training have you gone through for your profession?"[/b] All hint of playfulness had drained out of Ava's eyes. Instead an intense curiosity and focus caused them to gleam as she began her inquiry [/color][/size][/font] !words: 703
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!Outfit: In da first post!
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Post by cparson on Mar 13, 2010 1:02:08 GMT -5
Chris snickered slightly to himself at her use of such large words to describe slang - it was very Ravenclaw of her. "Yeah, it's not something I'm exactly proud of. But I'm a guy, I really don't need to write much save for my job, and people here have spells to make it legible." It was his laziness speaking, but oh well. Watching her seem suspicious of the other people in the library after his mention of confidentiality was amusing, he'd grown used to seeing the girls and blokes running around this place with no concern as to who was watching or hearing what, so this was a nice change. "Of course. I'd never deny information to someone who was genuinely interested, and I can't see any reason you would come off as anything else." Watching her finally lean back and relax, he did the same - his muscles in his arms and chest relaxed from their tense and slightly worried positions to make him seem more human, less robot.
"Mr. Parson was my father, as cliche as that sounds." He smirked a bit, noting the way she often bit her lip when she seemed nervous or anxious. "Chris or Christopher works fine, just promise not to call me Chrissy, eh?" His younger sister would constantly run around calling him Chrissy, and though it irritated him to no end, she was the one person allowed to. Waving it off slightly as she explained where she got his name from, he gave her a soft shrug. "It's no problem, really. I'm kind of well known from any professors who taught while I was here... plus, any time there's any kind of incident and the law as they call it needs to be involved, I'm usually the first one called." By his choice, of course. Anything involving students, professors, and dark arts were his forte, it was what he did. Nobody else in his field seemed to have the same interest or passion, so they always threw Chris on the case.
"Aye, top of my class as well. Save for one girl, can't for the life of me remember her name, though." Chris somehow found a way to be proud of things without bragging, and even if he talked about himself in a sense that could be taken as bragging, his calm demeanor always seemed to put people off that idea. Her excitement almost surprised him, all he'd said was that he was a Ravenclaw, but it soon turned to an almost nervous curiosity that would've made him giggle had it been another first year gazing at him with love-stricken eyes. "Oh? My job's boring, believe me." The smirk that seemed to have imprinted on his face appeared again as she corrected herself with his name, and as she asked her question, he was pretty surprised it wasn't something death eater related immediately. She seemed to want to get a feel for him first, which he was used to given reporters - but usually they went right for the throat no matter the situation.
Trying to remember back to when he was nineteen and actually went through his training, Chris pondered for a moment and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "A lot of psychological training, believe it or not, more than physical. We had to be able to go into any situation and not even bat an eyelash, just be able to get the job done. One of my first actual scenes was the hardest for me. I have a soft spot for kids, I have a younger brother and a younger sister, and they gave each of the trainees a potion to make us think the people injured and killed were members of our family - just to see if we could deal with it without wigging out." Chris shuddered slightly at the memory, though he'd convinced himself and proven to himself it wasn't real. "It's bone-chilling to think that could happen to you. But I passed all that, and after basically being treated like I was training to be a therapist, we finally got to learn all the 'law specific' spells and blah blah. Plus I basically had to read over all the "rules"" - he did the air quotes - "for this town, and for Hogwarts."
Finishing his answer, he'd hoped that wouldn't overwhelm her, but at the same time he knew she was curious and curious minds were never satisfied so easily. Conjuring himself a little container of pretzels quickly, since the librarian was still out like a light, he munched on one and set the container between them. "Help yourself. They're my addiction, I prefer them to donuts." Smirking and hoping she'd catch the grunt cop innuendo, he brushed a couple loose strands out of his eyes and awaited her response to his novel-esque answer, wondering what the next question could be.
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!tagged for: Ava!
!status: Complete!
!comments: Remember, he's really a woman he loves his pretzels. And holy cow, long post! Lotsa muse hehe!
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Post by ava on Mar 13, 2010 15:43:50 GMT -5
 IN YOUR GOLDEN CAGE, ALL I FEEL ISS T R A N G E, S T R A N G EIN YOUR PERFECT WORLD, SO...
Ava let one pale pink fingernail tap lightly as she listened to Mr. Parson's excuses. She couldn't help but think that it was very male of him. The smirk that she had noted earlier on his lips was now mirrored on her own pale pink set. She shook her head slightly, very much like a mother fondly dismissing the excuses of her child. "Spells indeed! Lucky for you, eh?"
[/b] Chuckling lightly, she teased him with a casual tone in her airy voice. Instantly the impulsive girl thought of the possibility that her teasing might be seen as an insult or an offense. Perhaps he would think that she was being disrespectful. Ava suppressed an inward sigh. If that turned out to be the case, she would be prepared to apologize. A girl as awkward and curious as she learned to be quite good at apologies. The question of privacy was a welcome excuse for her to glance around the library and regather her thoughts. This man was proving to be very distracting. At least the threat of being concerned with classified status caused enough distress to prevent her from completely loosing focus. The gratitude was clearly written on her face as he gave her assurance. Ava gave a little nod to acknowledge, then remembered that most people appreciated verbal expression more so than such subtle communication. "Thank you.[/b] The tension melted as she pulled her feet up into the chair and folded them pretzel style. She felt more at ease with the man despite a few lingering nerves. Ava was the sort that always had a few lingering nerves fluttering around in her belly. Her mother admonished that it was the result of her constant state of curiosity. That state of constantly being on the verge of a new discovery kept Ava coiled tightly like a spring. Something that her father insisted required meditation and yoga to control. Ava mentally pictured herself in the basic yoga position in order to remain calm as she apologized for being so nosy as several of her house-mates called it. Thankfully his response made the visualization unnecessary. She released the little breath she had been holding and chuckled at the teasing he had gotten from his sister. At least he seemed to be used to females with a precocious sense of humor. Holding her hand up and over her heart, Ava gave him a nod. "I do so solemnly swear that Chrissy will not be muttered forth by these lips."[/b] The twitter of her giggle sounded odd after such a formal statement. But that was typical Ava - a sweet girl encased in the formality of a brilliant mind. Her eyes darted around again as she dropped her hand. The giggles faded away as his voice regained her attention. "Yes, I gathered that. They all spoke highly of you. Hence my confidence and my presumptious owl."[/b] Discovering that he was a former Ravenclaw caused a spike in her enthusiasm and recalled the need for visualization. In her mind she returned to her yoga position. On her face she grinned like a cheshire cat. Of course he was a Ravenclaw! How had she not thought to ask the professors about his house? Her grin turned to an impressed smile as he humbly shared his success. "That's quite impressive in a house such as ours. I hope to be able to say the same once I graduate."[/b] The spike in her excitement made it quite easy for the gentleman to catch her off guard with his prompting. For a moment her momentum was a bit scrambled. The lack of focus vanished as soon as her question was muttered. Her eyes resisted the urge to roll as he claimed his job to be boring. Ava couldn't imagine anything of the sort, but he must have a higher standard for adventure than she. Once he finally began to detail his schooling, Ava was hooked. Her eyes widened as if trying to catch a glimpse of his words lingering in the air and her small frame leaned forward. Without even glancing, Ava managed to pull her quill from behind her ear and begin neatly scribbling notes beneath the question at the top of the page. She nodded sympathetically in all the right places and shuddered along with him when appropriate. Hearing the pause in his story, she stilled her quill and brought it to her lips. "Fascinating! It must have been quite a challenge. Of course the physical training must have been easy for a man like you... but the psychological training...."[/b] Trailing off with a slight shiver, Ava repressed her horror over the implanted images. Her next question tumbled out easily now that she had been thrown a morsel of information. "These scenarios.... did they directly mimic former Death Eater attacks or was each tailored for the individual trainee?"[/b] It wasn't a question directly from her list, but Ava knew this would happen. She knew her interview would evolve as it went along. With her wide olive eyes still locked on his, Ava snagged a pretzel and popped it in her mouth. She was too intent on hearing his reply to be arsed with manners at the moment. [/color][/font][/size][/center] I FEEL SO ABSURD IN THIS LIFE
S T R A N G E, S T R A N G E
IN MY ARMS, FOREVER YOU'LL BE... WORDS: 900
TAG: Chris Parson
OUTFIT: See aboooove!! lol
NOTES: Your muse gave me mega Ava muse! And I shall remember. lol Don't forget Ava is really a tiny mutant man. Hehe
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Post by cparson on Mar 14, 2010 16:55:24 GMT -5
Somehow unbothered by the usually annoying tap of her delicate finger on the table, Chris let it slip into background noise as she teased him playfully over his excuses. In some ways, she seemed almost motherly - usually that was the situation with the Ravenclaws. They had the logical sense, the impulsive actions, and the simple care to keep family life interesting. He couldn't imagine himself being friends with much else, though a few puffs and gryffins did fill his very, very minimal friends list. "Oh yes, spells have saved me in a lot of situations. I do prefer to keep some aspects of my life completely muggle, though - I grew up as such until I was eleven anyway. Why change what works?" He still ordered food normally rather than conjuring, he still worked a job that took actual, physical effort - small things like that kept him on his toes. He gave a small nod to her thanks, giving the impression that it was no big, just part of how he was.
Watching as she clearly relaxed, at least physically, he resisted a small smirk at her pretzel-legged stance. He'd look simply ridiculous sitting like that, so he kept how he was sitting normal, both feet on the ground, and so on. His feet generally went numb if he sat on either of them too long anyway. Watching her solemnly swear that she'd never call him Chrissy, Chris had to stifle a full-blown laugh, moving his hand over his mouth for a few seconds. "A simple 'I won't' works, but I must admit the simplicity never appealed to me, either." Making things complicated was one of his fortes and one of his favorite things to do. Instead of 'I'm fine,' he'd commonly replace it with 'I'm not unwell,' just to see how people would react. For every action, there was a reaction, and that reaction is what kept Chris curious even in his adult years. "I'm pleased to hear it. I always figured the professors would dub me as the dorky kid with the glasses who always turned in two weeks of assignments early because I knew the material. I wasn't very social then, nor am I really now, but things like this make me curious as well."
Smiling as she told him his accomplishments were impressive, he nodded slightly as she said she hoped to be able to say the same. She seemed highly intelligent, there was no doubt about that, but everyone in Ravenclaw typically was. You needed that something extra, the curiosity that was insatiable, to be able to go the extra nine and beat out the rest of the house. "I'm sure if you want it badly enough, and work hard enough, you'll be able to say it easily. I doubt book smarts come hard for you, and you've got basically the same outlook as I did. I'd say you're well on your way." His explanation of his psychological training wasn't something he shared with most people, so it was partly difficult to explain it in a way that wasn't too graphic, too over the top... or too unbelievable. Her notes being scribbled (as if her eyes pinned to him wasn't enough) assured him she was paying attention, but the question was if she believed him. A few had dubbed him crazy, not knowing the training that was necessary, and a few just thought of him as an attention seeker. It was disheartening, but he still had his pride knowing he wasn't lying.
Her immense interest might seem flamboyant and fake to others, but Chris could see that spark of curiosity still resting bluntly in her eyes. "The physical training is... well, easy. I've never had a problem with it, I've always been at least remotely in shape. But you're right. The psychological training sends a lot of young kids running, my age included. Hell, I've seen forty year old men crumble at the sights they force you to see. It's hard, but you have to have a way to mentally detach yourself from each scene, to remember it's not personal, if that makes sense." He'd always had the problem of not making sense, but lately his stumbling words had been getting worse, especially around women. Chris wasn't the type for relationships, so a couple of stutters or misplaced words here or there wasn't uncommon as he began to realize the night life around here was anything but innocent. Her next question snapped him out of his thoughts, and he had to ponder for a moment. "I'm not really sure what the other trainees see, or saw. It's like you get tunnel vision. You see what you see, they see what they see, and that's that. I do know that my specific scene was..." Drifting off for a second, he rubbed his stubble and sighed lightly. "a lot like a death eater attack would be. Identical, even. And the most difficult part is knowing that it's exactly how it would look if they did attack my family."
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Post by ava on Mar 15, 2010 19:23:35 GMT -5
IN YOUR GOLDEN CAGE, ALL I FEEL ISS T R A N G E, S T R A N G EIN YOUR PERFECT WORLD, SO...
The tapping of her own fingers distracted Ava for a split second and planted a melody in her head. That melody combined with Chris' soothing voice conjured up a song. A quite silly muggle song, but it was stuck in there none the less. She could hear the out of date muggle singer crooning, "hello darlin." Pretty soon it was Chris that replaced the singer in her head and Ava quite liked the sound of it. But now wasn't the time to get distracted by his voice or random rhythms. Now was the time to listen to his voice and pay attention to the words he spoke, not the words he sang in her head. She blinked away her odd daydream and smirked once more. "I imagine so. That is very sound reasoning."
[/b] Part of her wanted to ask him to elaborate on just how he stayed in touch with his muggle skills, but if she gave in to the impulse she would never get back on track. Of course Ava knew she had a flair for the dramatic, but it wasn't exactly something she could turn off easily. Words seemed to slip past her lips before she even had a chance to taste them. Such was the case with her little oath. Seeing his hand move to hide his lips, Ava arched one dark brow and blushed brightly. At least he was polite enough not to fully laugh at her little display. Sheepishly twisting a strand of hair, she tried to stifle her own giggles. "Ah, well. Simplicity has it's place in life, but usually not with me."[/b] The petite girl shrugged lightly and shifted in her seat. Her yoga visualization helped her clear her mind and maintain her focus despite her giddiness over their shared house. From experience she had learned that she always got much more support from Ravenclaw alumni. She chuckled lightly over the conjured image of him as a geeky bookworm. Ava might be brilliant, but she was more of an oddball than a nerd. "Rest assured they mentioned nothing of the sort."[/b] In fact they had nothing but the highest praises for the former student and Ava couldn't help but compliment him on it. She was quite pleased with the way he responded to her comment and to her expressed desire for her own future. With a grateful smile, she gave him a nod. "I'm glad you find so many similarities between us. It will make our communications much easier."[/b] Of course their communication would be much smoother if she could stay focused. During the chit chat session that was difficult for her, but once the main subject was at hand Ava locked on like a pit bull. Her body language clearly marked her interest and hopefully didn't scare away her informant. Ava had been labeled as being too intense before. Despite her racing heart, her fingers didn't skip a beat as he spoke. Ava shuddered and nodded as the words sank in. "I can only imagine...[/b] Several questions popped into her mind, but they were the sort that would most likely prompt very graphic and disturbing answers. Ava wasn't sure she was ready for such detail as of yet. Playing it safe, Ava swallowed a few of the dangerous questions and asked one a bit more conservative. Still picturing what sort of atrocities the other agents might endure, Ava was forced to clear her throat before she spoke. "And this... training... is it specifically for a certain task force or is it the standard?"[/b] If it was the standard for all law enforcement, Ava knew she could cross one profession off of her list! [/color][/font][/size][/center] I FEEL SO ABSURD IN THIS LIFE
S T R A N G E, S T R A N G E
IN MY ARMS, FOREVER YOU'LL BE... WORDS: 641
TAG: Chris Parson in da house!!
OUTFIT: see first post for sexiness.
NOTES: Sorry so short!! My muse is sleepy!
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Post by cparson on Mar 17, 2010 21:33:58 GMT -5
Chris was unsure if he was boring her or if this was her typical demeanor, but her eyes seemed to glaze slightly as he assumed she daydreamed. Though, he was guilty of doing the same thing when he was paying immense attention. He would imagine the entire story he was being told, picturing it moment by moment in his head. He could completely tell himself a story in imagery even if he wasn't given all that many details. It was just something he was used to, having the photographic memory mixed with a crazy imagination full of curious thoughts and assumptions. "I'm glad someone besides myself thinks so - I get poked fun of at work because I'd rather cook myself some food than poof it into my lap. It seems... lazy, I guess. I can understand wanting the luxury of having food at your fingertips or something like that, but it's nice to have a home cooked meal once in a while. Granted... my food is usually Chinese take out." Rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled lightly at himself, he munched on another pretzel as they continued talking.
Seeing her blush again as he commented on her lack of simplicity, Chris smirked giving a soft shrug, thinking of the things he'd over-dramatized in his years. He was the kid who would yell out answers in class, be sarcastic about just about everything, and well... he was loud. Being quiet never got him noticed save for on paper, and that wasn't how he wanted to be remembered. He wanted to be 'that kid', no matter what 'that kid' meant. Though he regretted it now, since he was 'that loud kid' or 'that annoying kid' after a couple weeks with that mentality. Needless to say, that's all the longer that lasted, and he became the silent geeky kid once more. "If everything was simple, life would be no fun. You've gotta complicate things sometimes." Quirking a brow as she assured him nobody mentioned anything negative about him, he was slightly impressed with the professors' professionalism. Maybe that was why they were called professors instead of teachers, they were basically professional teachers. "Indeed, it's easier for me to explain things to people who think the way I do. It's like you already know what I'm going to say, you just want to hear it."
He was surprised how easily they were hitting it off - usually students were sheepish, stared, got crushes, and became fumbling idiots within five minutes - or he did. He had to admit a lot of the students that attended now wore a lot more... revealing clothes these days, it was hard not to stare sometimes. But back on track, Chris cleared his throat just before she did to avoid going into too much detail. No need to scare the girl, just inform her, right? "The training I went through was for a specific task force. I basically right now am a grunt cop so to speak, but I only do specific cases, as I'm sure you heard. If the case involves death eaters or resembles them in any way, it's on me. Normal law officials only go through the physical training and milder... much milder psychological training. Same basic principal, only toned down so they don't drive everyone off." Giving a small smile, he tried to think of a way to explain it, because he sure confused himself - he probably confused her too. "Like comparing senior band to freshman band, in a way. The freshman get the intro, whereas the seniors prepare the finish. If that makes sense."
He figured it didn't, it usually didn't. Blast his ADHD mind.
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!tagged for: Ava Holiday
!status: Complete!
!comments: hehe, he's such a dork! sorry it's kinda ADD, i've had a headache the last two days + vacation excitement, it's making me a little quirky. XD
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Post by ava on Mar 19, 2010 11:54:05 GMT -5
The slight glaze over Ava's eyes cleared as she pulled herself away from her momentary daydream. It wasn't necessary. Ava was perfectly capable of daydreaming and paying attention all at once. However, after being frequently admonished that it was rude to do so, Ava had begun to automatically focus herself in social situation. She listened fully and found herself grateful that he offered more details than she'd asked for. It was almost as if he could read her mind and tell what she wanted. Or at least read her curiosity and tell what it was craving. He elaborated on his muggle tendencies as if he knew she was itching to ask. With a smile, she nodded. "Muggle cooking can be quite cathartic. It's also excellent practice for potions! It's rather foolish to make fun of someone for practicing such a useful skill."[/b] Her stomach gurgled in appreciation as he specifically mentioned Chinese food. Of course take out was never as delicious as sitting in an authentic restaurant in the Ming Province, but it was tasty none the less. "Mmm... you have good taste. I dare to venture that you would enjoy Cantonese as well. Maybe I'll fix you a dish to thank you for sharing your information."[/b] Her mouth watered in anticipation. Cooking a wide variety of ethic food was just one of Ava's international talents. Once the words left her mouth, Ava found herself surprised that she had said them. It wasn't often that she offered to cook for someone she was interviewing. In fact, this was the first time. However, she was confident in her skills, so the impulsive invitation was just fine. It was nice to be able to act on her impulses with him. He seemed to understand and accept. Just as he had accepted her dramatic oath. She nodded at his wise words and smiled. "Very true! Complication is the stuff of life."[/b] Behind her a librarian's pet cleared her throat and gave Ava a haughty look as the girl's voice rose in volume. Once Ava let her guard down, it was difficult for her to maintain the hushed tone. She sighed and reminded herself to use her library voice. Her body language showed her comfort as she completely relaxed in the seat and leaned toward him. One foot swung casually in the air. "Some of it I know and just want confirmed....but mostly I just have confidence that you're the perfect person to share with."[/b] She shrugged lightly, unable to explain why she felt so confident in him. Of course the glowing reviews were a bonus, but there was also a sense that she had found a kindred spirit. It seemed to make sense that if she were to dive in to such horrific details, she would need to hear them from him. She knew she would want to hear more of the gory details eventually, but she just wasn't ready. Ava was glad that he seemed willing to let her ease in to that topic. For now she would focus on the training. It didn't surprise her that the physical training was easy. But it did somewhat surprise her about the depth of the psychological training. Ava's posture became quite proper as she listened intently and scribbled her notes. Fingers slightly cramping, Ava paused for a moment. She waited for him to finish speaking before barreling forward with her next question. "It makes perfect sense. I had heard hints that you were specialized, but the professors seemed to feel the need to spare me the details."[/b] Ava bit her lip and tilted her head. "But why Death Eaters? What drew you to that area of the profession?"[/b] Ava was anxious to find out if he had some sort of life altering experience or if he was merely like her... curious. [/color][/size][/font] !words: 668
!tagged for: Chris Parson
!Outfit: In da first post!
!comments: Dorks are cool! lol oh.. and DONE
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