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Post by jocelyn on Feb 7, 2010 23:52:32 GMT -5
In the past few months, Jocelyn had turned into someone that she couldn't recognize in the mirror. She was paler and thinner than ever, looking like she hadn't eaten or slept in weeks. And she hadn't. She had nightmares of horrible things that she couldn't remember when she woke up. She heard everyone saying things about her, talking behind her back, embellishing the already terrible things into monstrous stories. She was terrified of what was going to happen to her. As if someone would act out of anger towards her father and take it out on her instead. Half of her wanted it to happen, while the other half wanted to just do it herself.
She felt like punishing her parents for thinking of themselves and letting all of this happen. She would never want to do anything drastic, but at the same time, she did. She was getting reckless with herself. She was drinking herself stupid nearly every night and wandering the castle for someone to help her. No one ever really did. The professors gave detention assuming that she was just another drunk student breaking rules. Her friends had left her to fend for herself. Her father stopped answering her letters while her mother's letters were full of spite and sarcasm towards her father. She stopped writing. And Sorin had gone missing. He didn't come back from the holiday and she was worried for him and herself.
But not tonight. She was half drunk and roaming the Forbidden Forest. It was a half ass attempt at suicide, but it was because only half of her wanted it. She hoped that something dangerous would come and find her and just carry her off deeper into the forest, too far for anyone to find and do off with her. Until then, she was just wandering around, trying not to trip over the roots and rocks in the pathways. It was very hard to do half drunk, but she managed. Barely.
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Post by jayyoung on Feb 23, 2010 17:35:40 GMT -5
The night air was soft and cool on the young man's face as he began to make the inevitable steps into the crowded forest, something he had done every three weeks for the past two months. It was a routine thing, just like the taking the potion which he grasped in a small flask in his right hand, having to take the sickening liquid a week prior to his little escapades. Most would of thought it was just liquor in the flask, and that he was wandering the woods in search of some message for a distant God as he got loaded, but in fact it was something much worse, something that he would never wish upon anyone else.
Back over the holiday's Arty contracted a bite, which still sat in a half opened wound on his shoulder blade. The marks belonged to a hungry werewolf that was part of a pack taking a midnight raid through a village in Scotland. See, His father had offered Arty a position on his crew leading a little investigation into recent attacks on the village, but little did they know that the attacks were actually caused by the werewolf pack in the area. Oh Merlin, how his dad felt so awful after the incident. Arty didn't blame him for it though, he couldn't blame anyone really, not even the one that bit him.
Most couldn't tell Arty had been bitten, though a few noticed the yellowing of his eyes before the full moon. He always told them it was just some muggle disease acting up again, and that he was due at St. Mungos for a check up sooner or later. His hair had become longer, growing rather shaggy around the ears, and his face a bit harder and aged slightly. He looked twenty instead of seventeen, with the little gruff patch of hair on his chin and cheeks.
He made his way into the forest a bit before stopping in a small clearing, a place that he had grown quite fond of over the trips. Taking the lid off the flask, he raised it to his lips, cocking his head back and his eyes shut as the bitter liquid filled his mouth and seeped down his throat. He coughed a bit, throwing the flask away once it was finished. It had to be the worst taste he had ever encountered in his life, but it was dulling out now since he had first taken it. His green eyes gazed up past a few branches in the deadened trees, getting a good look at the clouded sky, seeing the little white ball of white perched behind it. It would be a good fifteen minutes before it showed.
Artimis coughed a bit more as he started to walk, wiping his mouth off on the sleeve of the flannel shirt that clung to his body. He stopped almost immediately as he made stepped into the edge of the clearing. Deja vu hit him hard, and he could already tell that someone was close, and smelled of rather hard liquor.
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Post by jocelyn on Feb 26, 2010 3:40:40 GMT -5
She had started to sing. Nothing very comprehensible, but it was still singing. It was typical of her to do when she was drunk, that and uncontrollable laughing. But she was in no mood for laughing at the moment. The only way she could laugh was at something that was so ridiculous and impossible that she had to think it was a joke. Something crazy like this was all a dream and she was going to wake up at any minute back at home and it still be the Christmas holiday and none of this happened. Just a terrible terrible dream. The truth was that that wasn't the case. Everything was real. For the first time in her life, she hated everything that was happening to her.
She noticed that it was getting darker. Either it was getting later, or she had stumbled further into the forest. It was more likely the latter, but she hadn't figured that out. She figured that maybe the moon just didn't come out at all since she couldn't remember seeing it in the first place anyway. She didn't want to look up, knowing that she would get dizzy and fall if she did, so she stayed with the no moon idea. She struggled to see where she was stepping for a while and decided that it was best to stay where she was until it was light enough to see again since she had forgotten to bring a lamp of sorts with her. She had forgotten that her wand was in her pocket and that she could do magic and just conjour up some light, but that was because she was mostly on the drunk side.
So she stayed put, singing her little tune and not thinking of much. She did however think of her mother. How could she manage with selling everyone out to save herself? Jocelyn thought it was a terrible thing to do, but it was the kind of thing that she would do. Her mother was looking out for herself and her assets and that was how she was raised, no matter what happened. They were old habits that were passed down through generations and that was just how it was. And her mother happened to be a strong believer of cutting dead ends and moving on as soon as possible. That dead end happened to be her father and Jocelyn was just collateral damage.
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Post by jayyoung on Feb 26, 2010 18:27:00 GMT -5
Artimis stayed in his place at the edge of the clearing for a moment, his ears trying to listen for any bit of human sound in the forest. At first, the only thing that could be heard was the gentle rustle of fallen leaves in the dull March air. Then came a faint noise, like a little hum, then finally he heard clearly the voice of a girl singing in the distance. 'Great..' He thought to himself as he glanced back up at the sky, now worried about the moon. His blue eyes flickered over the clouds, seeing the ball of white light glowing brighter. It wouldn't be too much longer now.
With paranoia now about him, Arty started to pace a bit in circles around the forest clearing. If he was going to change, he'd rather do it now instead of the owner of that voice finding him changing, at least that way he might be able to cover up his identity and maybe scare them off. He chuckle a bit at that though, feeling his heart beat quickening and his mind starting to become a bit more aggressive. His eyes peered back up to the clouds, now seeing part of the moon peaking out from the breaking, wispy formations.
His heart beat increased and his skin started to crawl with anticipation. His eyes focused on the clouds, watching as more and more of the moon began to fill the sky, spreading its light over the once dark forest, filling the little clearing with a dim source of light. The last of the clouds moved away and he let out a fierce growl, feeling his skin pop and tear in places. He threw his head back in sign of pain, feeling his body elongate a bit, his feet become slightly more bony, popping out of his shoes and growing thick claws on his toe nails. His hands did the same thing, elongating a bit, the skin turning a soft brownish color as his nails crew into sharp, yellow looking claws. Another growl, and his face began to shift, causing him to tilt his head back forth as his nasal region turned into a snout, his canine teeth sharping fiercely. Finally after his body took on the half man, half wolf shape he had been learning to control, he fell forward to his hands, his clothes shedding off quickly to reveal the reddish brown fur that had grown in some places already, but was finally thickening.
There at last sat the Arty, fully transformed into the red coated wolf. He gave a little sniff to the air, then pawed at the ground a bit and raised his head up to the moon, cracking open his snout and howling fiercely at the bright white light in the sky. His head bent back down as the yellow eyes of the beast gazed over the landscape. Chuckling, though it was stuck between a half growl and half human voice, he started to trot along into the forest, his ears still filling with the sound of the girl's singing as he began to follow the voice in search of its owner.
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Post by jocelyn on Mar 6, 2010 4:15:42 GMT -5
She was starting to get tired from the liquor. It was starting to wear off and leaving her worn out. She sat down on the ground, her head leaning to the side and her eyes closed. She couldn't think of anything except for what was around her. She couldn't see much, but knew that the trees were huge and the ground was damp. The sky was littered with stars even though she couldn't see them through the trees. She always loved the stars and when she wasn't wandering the forest looking for death, she was up at the Astronomy Tower. Always with a bottle of whatever she could get her hands on though tonight she had finished off what she had and tossed the bottle already.
She heard an echo of a howl and her eyes opened slowly. A little smile came on her face. Tonight, she had the possibility to die. She had been coming out to the forest for weeks hoping that something would come out and meet her. She kept singing, not sure of what she was saying anymore. It was some tune she had heard years ago before all of this happened and it seemed to bring her a little comfort, though she didn't remember why. She didn't remember much about anything lately. She assumed that it was because she either didn't want to remember or because of all the alcohol she had been consuming. She wanted her memory to be wiped and start over with this new horrid beginning. It would make it a lot easier for her to handle this if that was the case.
She could handle starting with divorced parents and a half-brother, but not just have it all pop up right in the middle. She was constantly hoping that this was all a dream or a joke or something and everything would go back to normal. She wanted to go back to her normal wonderful life before all of this publicly blew up. She may have been taking it harder than she should have, but it was a drastic change. And she didn't take to change very well, not this drastic of a change. Not that it mattered now. She was minutes away from being ripped apart from whatever was out there. Part of her didn't want this to happen, but the larger drunk side did. And she waited for it to come to her.
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