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Post by selena on Jan 31, 2010 18:43:37 GMT -5
* - - - - - groove slam, work it back, F I L T E R T H A T. B A B Y B U M P T H A T T R A C K - - - » Staring at the daring red walls that surrounded her. Selena Black pressed her dry, pale pink lips together. She gazed at the rays of sunlight against the hardwood floor and bending up against the wall. The sun had made it’s entrance by creeping through the small space between the white curtains. It always happened. No matter if it was at the break of dawn or at three in the afternoon, the sun always streamed through her curtains, always awakening her. Today…What day was it exactly? Was it Friday? She worked on Fridays. Blinking repeatedly for a few moments, the witch pushed herself up with a small groan escaping her lips. Looking sideways, she caught glimpse of her alarm clock. It was a Saturday morning. Wonderful.
Ruffling her messy, curly hair, the witch smiled and crawled out of her warm and welcoming bed. She needed to get up and get ready. She had plans for the day ahead of her. Dragging her feet along the hardwood floor towards her on suite bathroom.
Slipping into the bathtub, Selena gasped as the hot water made contact with her bare skin. A smile rested on her lips as she leaned her head on the side of the tub. Life was grand, just perfect. How had it come to be that a woman like herself, had gotten a high ranking job, a beautiful home, and a loving family, she did not know, but she wasn’t complaining.
Sliding out of the bath, the water slid down the young woman’s bare back. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her small frame. Glancing at the time, she frowned. There was a possibility she might be late, but if a woman is late, then they are fashionably late she silently told herself while looking through her wardrobe that seemed on the verge of collapsing because of the overload of clothing that she owned. Covering her mouth as she looked at her choice, she released a sigh. “You can’t be serious?” There was so much to choose from, too much to choose from.
Selena Black brushed a long dark tress over her shoulders while two of her cerulean blue eyes pierced at her assistant. "I don't want no one disturbing me Stan. I don't care who it is or what they want, no one walks into this office after you leave. I'm busy." Smoothing out her winter white blouse that accented her tanned skin and bright eyes as she stood up, she took the cup of coffee that her assistant held between his two hands. "Oh, I almost forgot." Rolling her eyes ever so slightly as she placed her cup of coffee onto the table and returned to her former position, sitting behind her desk, "My witch's weekly issue, has it arrived?" Typical of her. Abandoning her work for a piece of juicy gossip, it still amazed her how she was maintaining her job as the level head. A quick summoning spell had done the job. She smirked at the very sight of the magazine, "Okay that is all Stan. You can leave now." Selena pointed her index finger towards the door, signalling the man to make his exit.
What had ever happened to obeying rules? As her eyes scanned over the article of writing, the door flung open. Damn. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes yet! Her fingers applied pressure onto the pages of the magazine as her lids had closed over her eyes. Sheer dumb luck. Her eyes snapped open as a stack of papers were slammed onto her desk causing her own cup of coffee to jolt slightly. A mischievousness glimmer settled in her cornflower blue eyes as she watched him for a moment. It was clear to see that her employee had entered her office in a state of nervousness and discomfort. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed one leg over the other. “I’m very sorry Miss Black, but it seems you have a visitor,” Her assistant stuttered, quickly becoming flustered with his words. “Who?” The young woman demanded, hoping that he would just spit it out, “Your sister.”
Confusion swept her features in an instant, “What?” Her usual strong voice suddenly hushed, “Diana?” Suddenly the questions began to flood, “What is she doing here?” But then what would Stan know, she shouldn’t be shooting the messenger. “Bring her in.” She quickly demanded watching Stan scatter out of her room.
this template goes to ANOTHER TRAGIC MELODY! at CAUTION 2.0. this is tagged for Di the lyrics are from starstruck by lady gaga. this post is currently finished the word count is count. i just have to say sorry it’s not the best >.<
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Post by halie on Feb 2, 2010 16:41:59 GMT -5
WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • Things have gone from worse to worst for Diana Keller over the past nearly two years. At the young and tender age of fourteen she gave birth, to a beautiful baby girl, but it was unexpected, it was due to rape, and now, with her little girl being nearly two, she was on the run. Sitting with her hood up and her sleeping daughter in her lap she sat on the back of the bus waiting for it to take her to her destination, the ministry of magic. See Diana’s only hope of possibly escaping her stepfather’s wrath was her sister. Her half sister whom she had spent the summer with over a year ago, when she was pregnant, but unaware of it at the time. Her elder sister worked in the ministry, and could possibly give her a place to stay, until the sixteen year old was old enough to get a job and support her beautiful baby girl. With a slight frown she grabbed her bag as the bus came to a speedy stop. She hopped up and got off the bus as quick as possibly sipping off into the ministry, which was overcrowded with people.
This was going to be interesting. She knew her stepfather had probably already putt out a missing persons report on her, but since she changed her name, and died her naturally black hair a light blondish brown, and replaced her green eyes with blue contacts no one has made the connection. The use to be Dianna Black was now Ms. Diana Aurora Keller. Keller being the last name of her one time boyfriend who was mysteriously shipped away to Dumstrung after her father, well step father found out they were seeing each other.
With a faint smile she supported her daughters head as she walked quickly threw the ministry and up to her sisters office. Trying her best to convince her sister’s assistant to let her in. When she finally did she looked at Lizzie who was starting to wake up with a slight frown. How Selena about to handle this, it was couldn’t be good, but with a faint smile she walked into the office holding the small child tightly against her chest. “Selena.” She said with a slight smile. “Uh, long time no see.” The sixteen year old said with a smile as the baby opened her eyes rubbing them with her fist. “Mowmmy, weres ares we?” She asked yawning. Closing her eyes she just rubbed Elizabeth’s back. “Shh, Lizzie go back to sleep.” She whispered kissing her head before looking at her sister once again. “I…I need some help Lena… Like real help….I’m in trouble, a lot of trouble…And Thomas is after me…” She said not daring to meet her sister’s eyes so she just kept her eyes on her daughter’s tired face.
This was true. Di was very much in trouble. Her stepfather was most likely furious when he found out his little sex toy was missing from her bed that night. He was probably even more furious when he went into his daughter, or supposedly 'step grand daughter' was missing from her crib, and both of their belongings missing, along with a ton of money. This probably sent him on a very very unhappy rage, which wasn't good. It was never good when he was angry, he normally took it out on Di, but now he couldn't which meant one thing, he was probably coming for them, and Di knew she couldn't let that happen. She couldn't allow her daughter to go back to that man either, this wasn't going to be pretty, and right now her only hope was her not so close older sister...
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Post by selena on Feb 2, 2010 17:38:48 GMT -5
* - - - - - groove slam, work it back, F I L T E R T H A T. B A B Y B U M P T H A T T R A C K - - - » Selena didn’t know what to expect, she didn’t know what she should expect. For merlin’s sake, she hasn’t seen her sister in a while, anything could have possibly happened. Something must have happened if Di had come to Selena, and was able to persuade Stan to let her in. This had been a first that Stan has ever disobeyed Selena’s orders, and she was pretty sure it was for a good reason.
The more she thought about it, the more Selena began to worry, her nerves where going hay wire. What the fuck had happened? Anxiety began to get to her, it felt like forever for Diana to enter her office. Had something happened to her mother? Did she need to take care of her? So many questions needed answered. If she was just here for a simple visit, Selena wouldn’t know if she would be relieved or frustrated for getting all worked up for nothing. But it was something, she could sense it already.
Tapping her nails against her wooden desk, she tried to remain calm. If Diana didn’t show her face within the next minute she would be on her feet chasing her. Within a minute or two, Selena had gone from too relaxed to stressed at maximum point. For the love of Merlin she hoped nothing was wrong. However, if nothing was wrong then Diana wouldn’t have came all the way to the Ministry to visit her, an owl would have been just peachy. Now there was a large lump in her throat, it was slowly suffocating her. Damn, she hated this!
There she was. No, there they where. Selena almost choked at the image she saw. That wasn’t right…that wasn’t even her sister! With widened blue eyes, Selena’s lips parted in attempt to call to her sister. It was at the very sight of the two that brought a thousand questions to Selena’s mind, most importantly, who owned the child? And with all her hope and might, Selena hoped it wasn’t what she concluded it to be. A mother at sixteen! No bloody way! No, she was just being her usual self and jumping to conclusions. “Di…”She whispered, wondering if it really was her sister and not some random person who decided to look her up for charity. It was definitely her sister, her defined features said so. Then the child spoke and Selena was pretty sure she could’ve collapsed right on the very spot. Swallowing the lump, that was growing increasingly fast, Selena pushed herself to her feet, keeping her eyes on Diana. “What has happened to you?” The older witch cried out, moving closer to her youngest sister. Thomas, even the name made her nauseous.
“Oh Merlin. What has he done now?” Selena questioned, tilting her head, her eyes where glued to the child that was protected in Diana’s embrace. “Is she yours?” She was barely able to spit it out, but she did and her voice sounded rather strangled. Leaning against her desk, Selena couldn’t come to the conclusion of what had went wrong and why her sister travelled all the way to London. Moving her hand through her silky head of girls, she could feel her heart begin to pace in a panic. All this waiting and moments of silence was driving her crazy.
this template goes to ANOTHER TRAGIC MELODY! at CAUTION 2.0. this is tagged for Di the lyrics are from starstruck by lady gaga. this post is currently finished the word count is count. i just have to say I’m so ashamed of this post, it’s that bad! -.-’
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Post by halie on Feb 2, 2010 19:04:12 GMT -5
WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . " • • • • • • • • • • • • This was going to be the hardest day of her life, and she knew it. Diana had never once talked about what went on behind the closed doors of her bedroom at her home with Thomas. Only once had she and it was with her boyfriend/best friend, and once Thomas found out he well got rid of the boy. Now the fake light brunette didn’t know if she could go threw telling her sister about what went on. But one glance down at her daughter who was starring up at her with those bright blue eyes that she got from her mother, and seemed to run in her family, Diana knew she had to, she had to get both of them out before Thomas corrupted Elizabeth’s life too.
Standing there in her sister office she watched as Lena’s face changed from worried, to shocked, to back to worry. Diana was well aware that she didn’t look like her normal self. Her hair was different, her eyes were a greenish blue, and well she wasn’t pin think anymore, she kept some of the baby fat, but just enough to fill out her looks. To finish it off there was a tattoo on her wrist of the word hope, to cover up a scar from where the young Diana tried to take her life after finding out she was pregnant and telling Thomas, only for him to give her the beating of her life.
Swallowing the lump in her throat she too looked back at her sister not knowing what to say, but knowing she better start before she caused the last person she knew who could help her to have a heat attack. Rubbing Lizzie's back she just looked down at her feet as she started to talk. “What hasn’t he done.” Her words cut off for a moment as she looked up at the older witch before stopping the movement of her hand on her daughters back. “He…he got me pregnant at fourteen… He… He beat and or had his way with me on a regular basis… And now I fear he is going to do the same to Elizabeth if I stayed there any longer.” She just put it out.
She knew she couldn’t stand there and hold it in. Not anymore, but it was hard to say, her stomach was now on the ground, and all the courage she had walking in the building was gone. Truth, the truth though would be the only way she would find help, and Diana Aurora Black knew that all too well. Not wanting to let her eyes linger on her sisters she just starred at her feet for the longest moment. “And…She is mine.” She repeated making sure her sister caught it when she first mentioned it earlier. Only to see the young blonde in her arms turn her head around to look at the woman her mother was talking too.
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly looking at the woman then back to her mom with a confused look. Di just shook her head rubbing her daughters back again trying to keep her calm and quiet at the time being…
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