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Post by marcus on Feb 7, 2010 16:56:26 GMT -5
A red hot glow shined in the moon lit room as the cigarette burned the last bit of sanity off his soul with every drag he took. This was the end, and he knew it all too well. It felt so familiar, like the embrace of a long lost lover at first sight again, but yet, it felt all wrong. The cigarette went from lips to fingers, flicking the ashes softly to the old, worn out wood flooring that sat beneath the legs of the old oak chair he sat in, arm stretched out on the arm rest, letting the cigarette holding hand softly droop over the end on it.
Time had left him long ago. The only clock he had was that of an old grandfather clock that sat adjacent to him in a corner by the demolished fireplace. It's face was cracked and shattered, the numbers softly faded and cracked as well. It was missing its chimes and bells, and as he squinted his cold, green eyes to peer through the dark, he could make out a few of its gears on the floor. He had developed his own time system, looking at his foot to see how much dust had grown on it in the past bit, but it was thick enough now that he was having to make up the time himself, just so he had something to do.
Marcus hadn't moved hardly in days. He sat, day after day, hour after hour, second after second, in the same chair, in the same spot, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and wondering when he would call it a day and pass on into the sweet abyss that he wanted to call home. He would fall asleep from time to time, thinking that this was it, and Hell was a much prettier sight than most said. But Death never came, and he found himself waking up to the same moon lit room, watching the rats crawl among the floor, and smoking his cigarettes softly.
The cigarette touched his lips again and he drew in a sharp breath, filling the smoke warm his lungs softly. His other hand, which sat on his lap, fiddled with the pack, opening it up and counting what he had left. Five. Only five more. Then he would have to move and go over to the bag that sat in the doorway with his cartons of cigarettes. Such a waste. He sighed a bit, letting the smoke billow from his lips, his hand falling back over the armrest.
Before this place he had wandered the streets, alley after alley, sharing bottles of whiskey with the homeless muggles that crossed his path. He drank to forget, and drank to remembered. Then one night, he stumbled upon this house, rundown and left for dead. He entered it, feeling its warm embrace, though it was false. The warmth had died out long ago when the walls around it started to crumble, leaving only the living room intact, though its own walls were now starting to crumble from Marcus' appearance. He had done it no harm though, couldn't. He was wandless, leaving his wand bared into the tree on the school grounds, though all the other details were fuzzy.
He couldn't remember what had happened weeks, or maybe months, before he had stepped out onto the streets. All he knew was his name was Marcus, his clothes were tattered, and he was a son of a bitch, dammed to hell. And he invited it.
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Post by rebecca on Feb 7, 2010 17:24:45 GMT -5
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The night was cold, the wind was blowing, and the moon was bright. It was perfect for her to finish up checking threw the old abandoned houses searching each one for the missing piece to the puzzle she called life. You might wonder what a young woman, in her case a young successful woman was doing out in the middle of the night, laced in a black coat, searching threw houses that should have been destroyed years ago, but to her it made all the right since. The young ministry official knew she had to keep looking. Keep looking for that clue that would lead her out of her jumbled state of mind.
See this wasn't the first night she had found herself out and about, going house to house, in fact this was just another night in a series of nights that Sienna had found herself out here. See with the job as a ministry official, and known to only about two an undercover death eater, she had her reasons. one being she was asked to track down a man whom had been accused for murder for the ministry, and on the other hand she was suppose to protect this man from being arrested for the death eaters, what a screwed up world.
With her black jacket tied tight around her slender body the blond left from the house she had been standing in, pointing her wand at the door making a black line go across the door symbolizing it had already been searched. The list of houses written on a single piece of parchment was growing shorter and shorter, her search being drawn to an end, but she still had one more house to search, one more house that could hold the man whom she was sent to destroy by one order, and sent to protect by another.
Shaking her blond hair out of her face the woman took her steps down the bone chilling street watching the rats crawl threw the cracks and crevices of the street, her own eyes going up to the old house, looking like it should have fallen down already, but she had seen houses worse on her search, so with a confident look on her face she took out her wand walking to the door kicking it open with the tip of her foot, seeing that it wasn't locked, and waling in...
To her surprise there was a man, sitting there, he couldn't have been more than seventeen...Poiting her wand she blinked a few times. "Lumous." The room in front of her lit up to show a boy sitting in a chair, looking like he had just been dragged back from hell. Cigarettes lining the floor around him along with a thick layer of dust. He had clearly been here a while...And he most defiantly wasn't the forty year old man she was looking for, but he looked troubled, very troubled...
With a tilt of her head she took a few steps closer keeping her wand pointed at the boy, her blue eyes lingering on his torn clothes. "Shouldn't you be off at school?" The woman asked with an almost motherly tone to her voice. "Not sitting here alone rotting your life away in a house that looks just as bad as you do?"
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at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
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Post by marcus on Feb 7, 2010 18:44:53 GMT -5
A pack of dogs howled softly outside the crumbling walls. Marcus grew a smirk on his face as he listened to them, howling over and over again some sort of twisted melody that they called music. He took another drag off the cigarette, the red hot rip glowing brightly again in the room, burning the soft image of circles inside his eyes. He blinked a few times, seeing the white circle still appear on his vision.
His thoughts trailed off like a lost rabbit, searching for the words to express his emotions, but no emotions, nor words, could be found at this point. His mind was an empty canvas, waiting for the first creative spark of artistry, but none came. He truly was his father's son now, being nothing but an empty shell of a man, waiting for something, or someone, to come and fill him again. The cigarettes were never gonna cut it, and the booze was running thin. Maybe he would turn to the women on the streets? Or just stay here and rot away like he wanted. Yes...that was a much better idea.
His ear perked up though as he started to hear the light crunch of cold grass beneath one's feet. His muscles twitched a bit, trying to get him to move from the seat in case it was someone there to kill him, but his mind told them he was wandless and useless anyways, so they relaxed back into their place.
The door flew open with a crack as the cigarette was pressed to his lips once again. Marcus didn't bother to blink, nor shiver in fear. Instead, he took another soft inhale from the cigarette, then moved it back to its place over the armrest, flicking ashes again onto the floor.
Soft clicks now rang out from behind him, and then light filled the room. He shuddered a bit, closing his eyes in fear and amazement. Maybe this was it! Maybe an angel had finally come to sweep him away from this place before a demon could drag him to his abyss. He pried his eyes open to the bright light, letting his eyes adjust. A shadow moved in front of him, holding the light, then as his eyes adjusted, the image became a figure of a woman, then it grew hair, a face, a black coat, and matching shoes. She then spoke, in a very nurturing tone reminding him of his own mother. He smashed the thought of her being kind instantly and smirked at her, raising the cigarette to his lips softly. "I don't go to school." He said horsely, his throat dry from the liquor, taking the last drag of the cigarette, then putting it out softly on the armrest of the chair, giving it a little flick to the floor once the ashes had burned dry. "Maybe I want to rot here? Ever think some deserve it?" His cold, green eyes locked onto hers for a moment, trying to peer into her soul and figure her out.
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Post by rebecca on Feb 7, 2010 19:04:21 GMT -5
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The sound of her own heart beating filled her ears as she stood there in the darkened room, only lit by the bit of light coming from the tip of her wand, what was she doing here? She questioned her own intentions as she stood there looking down at the boy, whom looked so broken, to her at least. She knew all about being broken. Hell Sienna was a queen of knowing what broken felt like. What it felt like to be alone, without anything good left in her life, she knew that feeling all to well, and it all started the day she was born.
See Sienna's mother was a very successfully ministry official, while her father, her dear father, was a death eater. It was a disaster in the making, and it only grew when they brought the young girl into the world. Every since she was young she had been broken, torn, between two live. Between the life her mother had wanted her to live, and the life her father wanted for her. It was hard, hell it was almost impossible, even to this day... But it was only a minor factor in her shit hole of a life.
If she wasn't already bad enough, she had to loose the so called love of her life. The man she was willing to spend the rest of her days with, to her best friend, on their wedding day of all things. Sienna could remember it like it was yesterday, standing at the alter, her champagne colored dress hugging all her curves, but flowing out around her legs, the red roses in her hand that made up her bouquet, everything was perfect. until it came to the I do's. She remembered saying I do, then watching her fiance smirk an evil smirk, drop her hand, turn around and pull her best friend close and plant a kiss on her lips. He looked at her just to tell her it had been nice knowing her, then he left, with her friend... Leaving Ms. Rycroft even more broken than she had been before..
The sound of his voice brought her back from her little day dream she had caught herself in. he didn't go to school? That couldn't be right, all young wizards and witches normally attended some school, and she could tell from years of working that he couldn't be more than 17, which put him still in school age. With her blue eyes locked on his face she nodded slightly. "Why is that?" her voice still calm, and caring of all things. "You still shouldn't be here. This house is a wreck, and to add to it your kind of trespassing." The young woman said rubbing her hands together slightly as the cold around her started to get to her.
Sienna could care less if he wanted her help, hell she could' t help but care a little bit. he was young, and alone here in an abandoned house, and apparently he might want to rot here, this couldn't' be good. Shaking her head she pointed her wand over to the fireplace mumbling a spell that repaired the tattered bricks, before a fire appeared. "I know you must be cold... And even if you do want to rot here, you shouldn't rot and be cold." Sienna just smiled down at him before making a chair appear in front of him sitting down and crossing her legs. "I hope you don't mind me sitting, i have been walking for hours and my legs are quiet tired... " That was the truth, hours and hours of walking was starting to get to the 30 year old, but it wasn't the only reason she wanted to sit. the other...had to do with she could tell something was wrong with this boy, just by what she saw when she starred into his eyes... Something was up, and her being the motherly woman she was couldn't help but want to assist him.
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STATUS, finished
TAGGED, M A R C U S
WORDS, 6 something:P
MUSE, lalalal.
NOTES, hmm why not get caught by a ministry official ![/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by marcus on Feb 7, 2010 19:25:17 GMT -5
The woman stood there for a moment, just looking at him. Her eyes were glazed over a bit though, and she was breathing normally for once instead of the heavy sighs from the cold air. He took it at once as a day dream, and then began to wonder what she was dreaming about. Maybe somehow she was just as broken as him? Maybe she could provide some answers to this sick game called life. No. She was 30-something, wealthy by the looks of it, probably an official of some sort. There was no way in this Hell and the next that she was broken. She had her shit together.
Just as his own thoughts had trailed off a bit she snapped back to life, though it was only a few seconds, but time had no meaning anymore. Everything seemed to just run together in his eyes. One simple action could take years in his eyes, but only be a few quick seconds in her. Her voice spoke soft again as she stood with the wand pointed to him. "I know all I need to know. No reason to stay there any longer if you can't learn anything else. Wasteful isn't it?" He smirked at her little authority phrase. "This place has been abandoned for years, besides, Muggle laws hold no bounds to us. Or did the Ministry forget to tell you that?"
In his time of solitude, his father's training had been refreshed in his ind once again. Love didn't blind him anymore, and he could now see straight through her like a piece of glass, though there were smudges here and there. His eyes watched as she rose the wand to the fireplace, giving a few flicks, and placing the bricks back in their rightful places. Another flick, and a fire appeared, warming his perpetual cold skin. She spoke again and he traced his finger along the burns on the armrest, watching as she pulled up her own chair to sit in. "No, be my guest. I'm sure the rats would love to see you." He chuckled wildly, watching as a rat scurried across his foot in that moment.
For a moment they just sat there, his eyes flickering to hers, and hers to his. He felt awkward, and a bit intimidated. His mind raced for the first time since he left, filling the canvas with questions. "Why are you staying here? I don't hold anything of value to you."
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Post by rebecca on Feb 8, 2010 18:40:44 GMT -5
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There was a time when the old house was not the abandoned, empty tattered place it was now. Starring up at the fireplace Sienna could remember times when the mantel was laced with numerous pictures, candles, and other little nicknack's that her mother had always been fond of. In front of it the dull crimson and gold rug that the young child use to play on under her fathers feet, that normally sat in his over sized arm chair that was placed adjacent to the small love seat that use to sit were the girl was sitting now. memories were memories, and unpractical this house held a lot of them, it was the reason it was the last house on the list she had been carrying around for months. Because she knew that time she stepped into it all the old memories she had pushed aside would come pouring back in... Even the unwanted ones, like the fact that in the corner of the room, by the window, was the place that her ex fiance had proposed, the memory held a scorched place in her mind for the rest of her life.
As her thoughts continued, she managed not to zone out this time. She just watched the young man as he spoke. Almost managing to make her laugh for the first time in who knows how long. "You can never know enough though. Knowledge is limit less, you can never know to much, but you can always know to little." Sienna said flashing the boy a soft smile before letting out a small laugh as he continued once again. "Oh, i know exactly how long it has been abandoned. Nearly twelve years, and this muggle law does actually does have a right in this case, seeing that I own the place." It was true, when her parents died nearly twelve years ago, the girl bought the house, but then she was actually deciding to live in it, but that idea didn't last long. Her fiance proposed then left her, and she left the house to rot, along with all the memories that were buried within the walls.
No one ever believed that there were things in Sienna Rycroft's life that was worth pushing away and being forgotten. No one ever believed that she could have came from a messed up background, and that was the way she wanted it. Sienna had managed to hide her screwed up past with the firm cover up of becoming the head of the magical law enforcement department at the ministry, and becoming a wealthy woman on her own without her parents inheritants...It was the perfect cover up to the broken girl that had once lived within her, and still made up a crucial part of who she was.
That broken part of her was what drove Sienna in many cases to do things she knew many people wouldn't regularly do, even the very kind hearted ones, and that was one reason she was here. Still sitting here with the boy sitting in front of her, it was just she couldn't' force herself to leave without knowing what led him to be here, because it was clear he had been here for days, or even weeks...hell it could have been longer than that. She didn' know but she was determined to find out. With a smile on her face she crossed her legs placing her fingers around her knee as she sat there looking over at him. "Why am I still here, well because like i said I was tired, but the question m'dear is why are you here. You can' t be much older than 17, you have your whole life left ahead of you, but you are choosing to sit here and waist it away...That m'dear is why I am still here..." Her voice soft and gentle, but at the same time, strong and powerful... She wanted to know why he was waisting away here, and Sienna was determined to find out one way or another.
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TAGGED, M A R C U S
WORDS, 678
MUSE, lalalal.
NOTES,![/size][/color] i come alive with you [/font][/size][/i] whadduuup! well, this template was made by monica !
at caution to the wind. if you take off this credit then i
won’t hesitate to send my pack of mutant ninja turtles
to attack you with blunt sporks :3 either that or i’ll go
all anikan skywalker on your ass. lyrics from the song
“legends” by madina lake. check them out, they=love.[/font][/right][/color] |
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Post by marcus on Feb 8, 2010 22:07:53 GMT -5
For a brief moment his thoughts silenced themselves, stopping the ever flowing questions that were receding into his brain. This drew his attention the lady, watching her closely as she sat in the chair speaking, her own blue eyes locked with his off-beat greens. He couldn't help but smirk a bit at what she said about knowledge. Marcus use to live like that, sucking in information like it was just another fix of heroin, though the chills and itches never came, and he didn't get high like one would want. Knowledge was power, and power was something Marcus was wanting to grasp, though his brain was just recognizing it as another empty hole in his body.
Her words twisted around in the air, now forming a new speech about the makings and owner of the house, which turned out to be herself. He smirked a little a this, but then gave a nod of respect. "Well then I am sorry for intruding, I just figured since It was abandoned, no one cared about it anymore, just like myself..." The last bit kinda dimmed into the cold air, making it hard to hear what he said clearly, though she could probably work it out with those Ministry trained ears of hers.
Silence wedged its way in between the two of them again, the Lady's eyes flickering off to a distant corner, and Marcus' on thoughts catching up with her. He started to form theories in his head from the bits of information he gathered from her, verbally, or not. Maybe she was just as broken as him? Just like this home was, just like his life was, just like her life might have been. Or maybe it was all a game like his father use to play in the streets, letting people bring down their defenses so he could strike at their hearts.
The air went back to a warm sensations, partly from the now outreaching arms of the fire, and another part from the tone of her voice as she now spoke again, answering his own question. "Why am I still here, well because like i said I was tired, but the question m'dear is why are you here. You can' t be much older than 17, you have your whole life left ahead of you, but you are choosing to sit here and waist it away...That m'dear is why I am still here..." The words hit him powerfully like some kind of ancient magic that he hadn't studied. She was wise, or so it seemed, and he admired that one little trait of hers. His muscles twitched a bit as he moved for the first time in days, letting his back move from the crunched up position, to flat on the back of the chair. His hands worked to the cigarette pack, drawing out another and placing it to his lips. Four. He struck in his head. He pulled the lighter off the left arm rest and hit the switch, causing a flame to appear. Pressing it to the end, smoke appeared and he took a little puff getting it started. He placed his things in his lap and then spoke. "I ran away." He told her softly, taking a drag off the fresh cigarette. "I'm not going back though..."
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