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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 04:33:01 PM Post #1 |
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Lola was too worn out to get to the dungeons. Her robes were quickly absorbing her blood from her lip. She walked into the Fourth Floor Corridors. She leaned against the wall and slid down, trying to stop the blood from her lip. She put her hands to her bleeding lip, then to her robes where she placed them to her lip. Oh I'm so getting a detention. She thought, but that was the least of her worries. her Father hadn't written back to her. She was slowly unraveling, and she didn't know what to do. She had just broken Tinsley's nose, but deep down she was deeply upset with her family. She felt her family falling apart, just as she was. I hide these things too well. She thought, recalling that Kane had said this about her. She sat there, against the cold stone wall, as her lip continued to bleed. Maybe I'll just sit here and bleed to death. She frowned slightly knowing that was pathetic. She wiped her mouth with her robes again, tasting the blood. She swallowed, her throat feeling dry due to the blood. OOC: Waiting for Aidan =] |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 9 2008, 04:59:29 PM Post #2 |
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The newly familiar, and probably right about now, pleasantly accepted tap, tap, tap of someone with a limp moving down the stairs. Something mumbled in Russian, harsh and unforgiving it approached until finally the light clinking of chains followed it. A foot appeared before anything else, the absent robe revealing the blue of denim jeans and the glint of chains. Aidan rounded the corner, black and blue robes obscuring most of his body from view he looked down at her and smiled politely stating "Miss Dior, the floor isn't any place for a lady" he held out a hand for her to grab and watched her with a gentle smile, a small grey tin in his other hand with no apparent label attached to it that looked like it could house some sort of balm. There was a hint of alcohol about the mature looking fifteen year old, it was sweet and only just played on the nostrils of the girl he was offering a hand to. It seemed he may not be the good boy he was apparently portrayed to be. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 05:10:05 PM Post #3 |
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Lola looked up at Aidan, still wiping her mouth. "I'd rather not bloody your hands, Aidan." she said, her body wanting to give out. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She put her hands to her mouth, her blood now on her robes, chin, hands, and cheeks. Some on the floor, as well. She looked up at Aidan, her eyes with a glint of sadness. "A lady doesn't do what I just did back there. A lady doesn't bleed all over the floor. And," she couldn't stop. The tears came pouring out. "a lady doesn't break down like this." she said as she sobbed, at the same time wiping her mouth. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 9 2008, 05:21:14 PM Post #4 |
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Aidan sighed at her, a strange thing is a sigh of sympathy yet there was one brushing past his lips right at this very moment. He knelt down next to her and pushed a few blonde streaks from her face, he met her gaze with the most sincere smile that had ever played upon his face. "Being lady isn't something someone does, it's deep down. It's someone that truly is a beautiful person, someone that gives a shit" He pushed a lock of hair from her mouth and proper her face up with one hand so she could do nothing but look him right in the eyes as he muttered "You are a lady Miss Dior, no matter what you do" his smile was that of a friend, someone to confide in. He popped the cap off of the pot he held in his hand and it released a smell that was strange, it seemed to make the palate water as it entered tender nostrils. He smiled breathing in the sweet scent and muttered "This will sting a little" It was a lie, this stuff hurt like hell but he wasn't going to tell her that. He dug a finger in and smeared the sweet smelling paste into the cut on her lip. He watched as the skin actually grew right in front of his eyes, the lip healing to perfection, the only drawback for this seemingly miracle cure was that it grew the skin not replaced it, right about now it would probabally feel like her lip was on fire. "It'll pass" he muttered, dismissing any complaint she had about the pain before it arose and carried on to ask "Now, why are you crying Miss Dior?" |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 05:32:57 PM Post #5 |
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Lola continued to sob as he kneeled down next to her. She looked at him with her bright hazel eyes, filled with sadness. She continued to sob. She watched him open up a pot with a sweet-smelling paste. She nodded, not really knowing whether to believe him or not when he said it would sting a little. She Closed her eyes he placed it oto her lip and she immediately felt the horrid sting. She began to squirm, gripping her robes for dear life as she shut her eyes. She opened her eyes once he asked her a question. "There's just so many things gonig wrong, I don't think I can keep strong." she blurted out, still sobbing, not only from the emotional pain, but also from the sting her lip had felt. "Thanks." she muttered, as she continued to sob. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 9 2008, 05:40:36 PM Post #6 |
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He smiled at her, sitting down next to her on the floor, wincing a little as he straightened out his bad leg. He looked up at the ceiling, for some reason there wasn't even a twinge of embarrassment or awkwardness. Right now he was just worried about her, he placed the lid back on the pot and sighed, turning his head to look at her he stated "If there's anything you need, just tell me." he smiled gently before looking down the staircase. Looks like we're all in detention tonight. I'll have to sort out my plans later He removed the book from an inside pocket of his robes and placed it gently on the floor next to him, simply willing to wait for Lola to calm down, he wrapped one arm around her for comfort and sat there, ready to talk to her if she said anything but more importantly ready to listen. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 05:54:28 PM Post #7 |
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Lola gave him a weak smile as tears continued to stream down her face. She took off her robes, she was wearing a white top and black jeans. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her face and hands, tossing it onto where her robes were. She felt Aidan put an arm around her. She was breaking, and anything of this sort was comfort enough for her. She leaned into him and let her head rest on his chest. "Things at home are falling apart. My Mother is trying to show me she cares but deep down I know she's still a self-centered whore." she sobbed, feeling horrible about what she had said. "My Father has moved to America in order to be with the family but I honestly don't think it's true. I think he sees my Mother for who she's turned into. My brother died a few months ago and he was my hero, yet my Mother wasn't showing that much sympathy. I don't know." she continued to sob freely, realizing she had just spilled out her heart to someone she had technically just met. Aidan. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 9 2008, 06:04:10 PM Post #8 |
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Aidan listened to her, sometimes he knew, people just had to let it out. He wasn't great in this type of situation but he was better than being alone. He knew that much and he wasn't going to just leave, even if he had said he would. He thought to himself for a while trying to summon up some comforting words, to no avail, he simply stated what he thought "Well maybe you should speak to your mother, people can change you know, I did. Maybe if you just tell her what your really feeling like she might understand." he paused, biting his lip. It sounded a little harsh but he continued anyway "I'm sory for your loss, but your brother is gone. If he's the hero you say he is, which I've no doubt he was, then karma would have dealt him a good hand in his new life. " It became obvious that Aidan was a little strange, he knew not a lot of religious people came to the school, magic was apparently some proof that there was no greater force helping them along. "Your still here, and I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted you crying like this. No-one wants their loved ones to be sad and your mother may be trying to shield your feelings by showing you that there's more to life." After he said this he simply sat there, thinking to himself but listening out for Lola, just in case. His arm around her grew a little tighter to comfort her. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 06:17:52 PM Post #9 |
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"Everytime I try talking to her she changes the subject." she began to bite at her thumb lightly. She sighed heavily, feelnig a bit warm now that Aidan had lightly tightened his grasp around her. She nodded slowly as she stared straight ahead, wiping her eyes. "I just fear she won't change. I fear it'll tear the family apart." she spoke softly. She was scared, worried, aching. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hurt. She wanted to cry. She continued to sob, though trying to calm herself down all the same. "Aidan," she lifted her head off his chest and shifted her body, so she could look at him. "You have done so much for me in the small amount of time I've known you. I really just want to say... thanks." she said, and she softly placed her head back on his chest, tears still streaming down her face. Her breath becoming normal again. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 9 2008, 06:38:04 PM Post #10 |
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He nodded, accepting the words that protruded from her lips like tiny gifts. He mulled the thought over for a second and replied "Maybe, your mother hasn't finished grieving quite yet. The pain may be too much for her to take, give her time and then you'll know when she'll be able to talk about it" he smiled at her and gave her a quick hug. He let out a small, rather awkward, chuckle as she stated that he was so nice and he replied rather humble "It's what friends are for... he left a gap and grinned at her, an attempt to lighten the tone he added "Making friend's isn't bad at all see." He heard something protruding from the stairwell below them, some kind of song, he waited and heard the Drum line and hiss of Nine inch nails getting closer from the stairs below them. He knew the song after a few seconds and sighed, it was Nine inch Nails, and that meant only one thing. A rather pretty, albeit alternative looking, girl appeared from the corner that seemed rather oblivious to the two of them sitting there. She muttered to the song as she walked along. "Help me get away from myself, I wanna..." her voice trailed off as she noticed the two, thankfully Aidan thought. She was about the height between Lola and Aidan, he hair jet black and worn high. Her robes were nowhere to be seen, she was wearing a tight black t-shirt that hugged her petite figure and a pair of black jeans that looked a lot like the ones Aidan was wearing last night. A mass of tattoo's were inscribed down her left biceps and right wrist and a small metal ball protruded from the centre of her bottom lip and the right hand side of her top lip. Something stood out from underneath her baby blue t-shirt on her left breast. She grinned at Aidan but quickly stopped looking to the girl, motioning to the book on the floor she asked "More for me to do?" she asked. Aidan nodded and she stepped over to the book, picked it up from the floor and started back towards the stairs. Looking over her shoulder she stated "You look sad sugar, you should come out with us some time". Aidan looked at the girl and she grinned wickedly before she disappeared around the corner. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 9 2008, 06:52:38 PM Post #11 |
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"We'll see." she said simply. She didn't want to tell Aidan that her Mother would never change. She let him hug her, she smiled sweetly. She giggled, wiping the last of her tears away. "Making friends isn't bad at all." she repeated, as the usual sparkle in her eyes returned. She hadn't felt this much comfort from anyone. Actually, she hadn't really spilled her heart out this bad to anyone. She sighed slightly as she saw a girl appear from the corner. Lola's mouth opened a bit. Gorgeous. She watched her every move, suddenly a bit jealous of her looks, wishing she could look that way. She gave the girl a small smile as she watched her walk away. She turned to Aidan. "Who was that?" she asked, now curious over this person. |
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| Scott Fisher | Jul 10 2008, 12:11:24 AM Post #12 |
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Scott Enters Fourth Floor Corridor Scott had been walking all day. Looking for nothing in particular. He was behind a girl that seemed to be magnificant. She was gorgeous. He continued to walk after her. She turned a corner, he turned the same way until he met up with two more students. He looked down upon them and smiled. His klutziness didn't seem to be bothering him at all. The girl infront of him seemed to speak to the two. He sighed and continued walking. he wanted to stay and chat, but thought otherwise. They were getting along fine. He noticed the girl was Lola. One of his friends. He smiled upon her and waved a small little hello. How pretty she was. He watched as the other girl, her black clothes and evil smirk dissapear around another corner. How he wanted to follow, and he decided to. "Hi Lola" He said, blushing. Yes, he liked her slightly, but not enough to act upon his petty feelings. He continued walking slowly. "Hey Aiden" Yeah, Scott knew him, well, not well, just by name actually. As he walked slowly, he went to turn the corner, only to walk into the corner of the wall. He cursed silently and held his nose. "Ouch" Was all that could escape his mouth. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 10 2008, 03:59:43 AM Post #13 |
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He grinned, quickly stating "That's better, there's the girl I met yesterday" as she smiled. He waved to the boy that knew his name, he couldn't quite remember his name but before he could ask he had disappeared. A wicked grin flickered across his face as she asked about the girl "That was Isabella Banks" he paused for a second "She's my best friend, and she cleans up all my schematics when they're finished. She hates it though" He paused for a second before adding "She prefers to work on flesh, those tat's she has she did herself. She even did mine" It would seem that he was becoming more and more of a rebel with each passing minute. He pulled his right forearm from his robes, the skinny black t-shirt underneath his clothes read. "Your little prin…. Is my little wh… The rest of it was covered by his robes. He pushed the flat of his elbow and something happened, the colour drained from something around his arm, revealing that his arm was actually covered with some type of second skin. The skin below it was covered from the shoulder all the way down his arm, even covering his fingers. Black waves covered his arm like some giant Japanese water colour painting, he left his arm in the open for a second before touching the flat of his elbow again and it disappeared into his normal flesh tone. He smiled and muttered "Pretty cool ‘eh, it's something I made in second year" he referred to the second skin. He thought for a second, a twinge of sweet smelling Firewhiskey, floating out from some unknown place, taunting their nostrils as he added "She's right, you are welcome to come out with us some time. he paused for a second, thinking about warning her. "It can get pretty wild though. And no doubt Izzy would probably want to dress you up" he sighed before finishing "She's like that" as though he had fallen victim to her attempting to give him fashion tips. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 10 2008, 02:46:45 PM Post #14 |
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"That's bloody amazing!" she said, as she watched him. She noticed Scott. She giggled. "See you Scott!" she said, giving him a wave and warm smile. She adored that boy. She turned to Aidan and laughed. "I think we'd get along well, then. And that'd be nice, though I'd feel like a burden." she said, shrugging a bit. |
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| Aidan Novikov | Jul 10 2008, 02:56:26 PM Post #15 |
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Aidan grinned a little at her reaction to the second skin. "Well I like to keep the tat hidden because it's not exactly good for my nice image now is it?" Granted he was nice enough but when he wasn't in the presence of anyone he wasn't completely comfortable the real Aidan came out. It was good to let everyone think he was nice though as they didn't judge him on how he dressed or what he did. That was a burden that Izzy decided to take and he respected that, just as she respected his decision to keep it all hidden. "Oh, you wouldn't be a burden, no doubt Izzy would be pawing you like a kitten" he grinned, a little wider than he probably should have as he realised what Izzy would probably try. "At best she'd probably try and tattoo you" he didn't mention what she would do apart from that, feeling it was better kept to himself, surprises were more fun than watching people when they knew what was going to happen. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 10 2008, 03:04:39 PM Post #16 |
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"Well, I wouldn't mind a cute little tattoo. Now my Father? He'd mind." she laughed as she ran a hand through her hair. "We're all a little bad underneath." she let out a child-like giggle. She wouldn't mind going out with those two, she enjoyed Aidan's company, and Izzy seemed wonderful. She considered it for a minute. "But yes, I wouldn't mind going out with you two." she said, as she leaned her head onto Aidan's shoulder, sighing. She felt a bit weak at the moment. She had just gotten her lip split open, and fought Tinsley Carmichael. How was she meant to feel? |
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| Robert Rorson | Jul 11 2008, 12:57:17 PM Post #17 |
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After Transfiguration, Robert decided to head onto Potions. He had his hands in his pockets and a small smirk upon his face. He entered the Fourth Floor Corridors. He spotted something that made him stop. Lola Dior on the floor, her head on some Ravenclaw boy's shoulder. The smirk upon Robert's face grew. He strolled over to the pair, his shoes making small noises. He stopped infront of them, grinning wickedly at Lola. "Lola Dior. What a pleasure to see you around here. Now, I saw that encounter in Transfiguration. You can throw quite a punch, my love." he smirked as he leaned on the wall opposite to them, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. He hadn't seen much of Lola, lately. He figured she'd forget who he was, anyways. Oh, but how could she? He let out a sigh. "How are you, anyways?" |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 11 2008, 01:06:40 PM Post #18 |
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Lola heard footsteps, causing her to look up. She was greeted by a male, a Gryffindor male who she didn't recognize well. She raised an eyebrow at the boy. How did he know her name? "I don't believe I know your name; and don't call me my love, I don't know you." she said, feeling a bit threatened by this boy. He reminded her of someone, someone she knew. She just couldn't think of who exactly it was. She bit at her thumb lightly. |
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| Robert Rorson | Jul 11 2008, 01:19:16 PM Post #19 |
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"How can you not remember me, Lola?" he smirked at her. He took his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest. "Robert Rorson. Son of Michael Rorson. I know you know that name." he said, smirking even more as he walked over to her. He looked at the Ravenclaw boy and gave him a curt nod. He crouched down on Lola's other side. He placed his hand on the side of her face and forced her to look at him, making it seem like he was caressing her; he couldn't have this Ravenclaw boy knowing exactly what he was up to. "You and I both know what my Father did to your darling ickle James. Now, you have to listen to me." he whispered. He leaned into her more, his lips nearly touching her ear. "Don't go looking for him. My Father is far too strong and intelligent to even think about feeling threatened by you. So be the pretty girl you are and don't go looking for him, because I know you. You want him to suffer just how James did. I swear if you try to go and look for him to make him pay back for his actions, I'll make your life hell." he let his lips touch her ear, and he pulled away, smirking at her. He stood up straight and brushed off his robes. He looked at the Ravenclaw boy. "You know, Potions is nearly starting. You might want to get there; if you're going." he chuckled as she stuffed his hands in his pockets and pulled out a small piece of parchment. He threw it into Lola's lap, giving her a grin. The note said one thing: I've warned you. Clearing his throat, he stuffed his hands back into his pockets and left the Corridors. |
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| Lola Dior | Jul 11 2008, 01:25:09 PM Post #20 |
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Robert Rorson. She knew it. She froze up as soon as he crouched down beside her. As he talked to her she kept her gaze on her bloody robes, which were infront of her. How could Robert know that Lola would try to make Michael pay back? When his lips touched her ear, she winced. She felt scared. Helpless. Defeated. She watched him walk away, shocked. She took the parchment and opened it. She quickly crumpled it up and stuffed it into her pockets. She wasn't going to let Robert or anyone get in her way of harming Michael. With Hellius by her side, there was no stopping her. "He's right. I don't want to go to class, though. I feel sick." she said, clutching her stomach, seeing as now she felt as if she'd vomit from the shock of Robert knowing her plans. |
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