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Date: January 16th, 2013
Today's Forecast: The air is reminiscent of spring. The snow, turning slowly into a fine carpet of slush, is slowly disappearing after a decidedly warm spell. |
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It is now: Year 7 - Day 4 - Supper/Quidditch Practice
Happening now: Supper Azkaban Trip is now out of time. Feel free to continue all plots as planned. Feel free to finish all plots out of time. |
| Next: Day 5: Valentine's Day |
| Read Today's Daily Prophet: Knights of Walpurgis attack Hogwarts; Belleford steps down as Hogwarts closes until further notice |
| Welcome to Hogwarts Interactive Role Play, one of the net's best in Harry Potter and Hogwarts role plays. We hope you enjoy your visit. Here at Hogwarts our students are currently in their Seventh Year. Last year, the war against the Knights crescendoed into a direct attack against the school. Disappearances are still reported (or not) daily, and the Dark Lord and his Knights of Walpurgis have succeeded in spreading their message of "do as thou will" far and wide across the globe. Magical Law Enforcement, which is now the only authority in the wizarding world under Martial Law, has responded by tightening security, controlling the media, and strictly enforcing curfews and other laws. Their control is damaging to the people's freedom, and their hierarchy is a suspicious lot. It is clear that some members of the MLE like their new found power a bit too much, others see it necessary, but all are in serious danger of being consumed by it. But with the picture of just what Azariah Amaranth is after becoming ever clearer, and a third player in the form of a group called SAVIOR entering the scene, what will the MLE do next to ensure that they've got the situation under control? The Elementium, the Higher Plane that had once been hidden just beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries, and the Deathly Hallows. The pieces of the puzzle have been identified, but what picture do they make? Today is Day 1 of Year Seven. Students have had time to recover from the Knight's attack, and are beginning to reluctantly return to the walls of Hogwarts. The safety of the school has been diminished, bringing up the question everyone must ask. Are you safe anywhere these days? It's up to each individual to decide their fate, where will you decide to go? You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are interested in joining our forum as a role player, please take a look at the Joining HIRP Checklist (click me!) for an easy-to-follow guide on how to join! Click here to register! Await your email confirmation before you can post. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 31 2009, 07:36:51 PM Post #1 |
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Hellius headache got worse as the noise died down. He cradled his head, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he stuttered through the entry hall. He scaled across the wall before banging into the first door that he found, and slammed it open. Falling inside and slamming the door behind him, Hellius pulled himself across the floor until leaning himself against the wall next to the door. The silence was like daggers that were being pierced into his ears. Curling his leg into his chest, Hellius placed his head against his knee and grid his teeth. Having a nice time? What... the f*ck are you doing? Having... fun. This is pay for my master. Clawing at his scalp, Hellius retracted his toes and was able to bend his knee slightly on his left leg. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 31 2009, 07:51:17 PM Post #2 |
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Tinsley rushed through the corridor, following the sound of footsteps. With bated breath she paused, and didn't quite notice just yet that her palms were sweaty. Her hands were shaking. Biting her hip, she slowed her pace, catching her breath. The door to the unused classroom slammed shut. There were many things that could go wrong, but Tinsley Carmicheal was not the sort of girl that ever contemplated these things. Tinsley was the kind of girl who, no matter what, sought a certain thrill in doing what she knew she was banned from. It was exactly like Tinsley to seek a boy desperately, even after he had hurt her more horribly than words could explain. The boy that Tinsley was seeking had tried to kill her. And if Bannishtar had not saved Tinsley's life, he would have, most definitely, succeeded. What do I have to lose? was Tinsley's final, somber thought. She walked into the unused classroom, and her eye line immediately hit the floor. And what she saw was probably more disturbing than she had thought she'd see. Tinsley was ready to see Hellius, probably toying with a first year for mere laughs - talk about perfect prefects. She was ready to see him, maybe, kissing his sweet little girlfriend. Tinsley had prepared all sorts of quips. But what she had never expected, of course, was to see Hellius vulnerable. If that word could ever really be used to describe such a...person. If he even was a person. Sometimes Tinsley had her doubts. "What..." she whispered, gasping for breath while desperately digging for the right words to say, "What's...going on?" Her feet were glued to the floor, shaking on the surface beneath them. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 31 2009, 08:39:47 PM Post #3 |
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Was there anything ever specifically on Hellius Surla's mind? He seemed to be the one person that would never have innermost thoughts about anything but attacking the next person that managed to say the wrong thing. That was the type of person he was, but more than anything else, Hellius Surla was a young man that probably did more thinking than anyone else his age. Those that didn't know him were sincerely unaware of everything that he had on his plate, but he wasn't one to keep it against them. He wouldn't care if they cussed at him or thought lowly of him; the only way his stride would be pressed off track was through undermining him or anyone else. He wanted freedom of equality overall, and when that was undermined, it was the worst thing to set him off. "What's...going on?" A familiar voice called, the sound destroying the unstoppable ringing being exerted through his ears. His leech, torturing his subconscious, was ripped away from his cortex from sheer willpower exerted by his host. Hellius sat in pain for a few moments, keeping his right hand against his scalp, almost unmoving. "How I never thought I would hear those words from your mouth, Tinsley." He took a deep breath, expecting a turn of the worst within the next few minutes. "I've been meaning to apologize, but every time I get around to it, you're with.... them. Around them, I can't. Around them, around the pinnacle of pure, vainglorious narcissism, I can't," Hellius sighed, dropping his hand from his head, revealing his face, hollow and pale. He smiled. "There was a time, I remember, where you almost released a minute of self-worth around me. I raised your shadow: a mirror to your physical reflection. You remember, don't you?" |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 31 2009, 08:52:39 PM Post #4 |
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"How could I forget?" whispered Tinsley softly. She moved from where she stood, her feet glued to the ground. And, though they felt as heavy as lead, Tinsley shuffled her feet, edging closer to Hellius. Her mind was telling her not to. Why sit in the very palm of the beast? But..there seemed to be something off about Hellius' words. They hadn't been alone since, well, the time they were speaking of. Things felt different now. Tinsley couldn't exactly put her delicately manicured finger on it. Is it me? "How do you forget a thing like that?" she said quietly, as she bent down, sitting on the floor beside him. Tinsley frowned slightly as she pulled her skirt to cover her body and adjusted her trademark green stockings. "I rarely forget anything," she added truthfully. Tinsley continued to frown. She picked invisible lint off of her stockings. "There was no reason for you to apologize, Surla. I gave you a reason to strike." Lifting her eyes to his, they were wide, and without judgment. "I cannot, and will not, blame you for what transpired between us. I won't, though, ever forget." Tinsley's frown twitched and the hollowness behind her eyes deepened as she sucked in a sharp breath, and then lifted up her shirt just slightly. There, along her stomach, was a thin white line, stretching from side to side. A scar. "You," was all she could manage to say. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 31 2009, 09:10:36 PM Post #5 |
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Hellius nodded, looking at her stomach, sighing in nostalgic anticipation for anything else to come. His breathing was significantly light, but as air flooded his lungs, he sounded out of breath. Was there are reason for the beast himself to be knocked off course by a girl that he simply hated? His mind was racing around, thinking of a million things at once, and all of it seemed to revolve around this one girl. "I will apologize regardless, but I have to add that everything I have ever done is not against you personally, but for everything that you... stand for. How you act around all of your companions in Slytherin isn't like what I remember you to be, Tinsley." He began to rub his knee, noting that it was able to bend slightly. The spell upon him was supposed to last for another couple of weeks, but would extra movement make it wear off faster? "At the stadium while I was taking a f*cking beating by Azariah Amaranth, I kept having these.... random memories pop back into my head. Like, I could remember the Citadel when your family used to come over for parties. You seemed happy - playing games with other kids in the dining hall while I'd watch from afar. I always.... admired stuff like that, but I was never able to push myself to do it." He sighed, his late uncle appearing back into his head. The man was an alcoholic and was incredibly abusive to his entire family. Hellius rejoiced the day he was gone. "Remember the Christmas? The day that your mother and Emma Gray's mother dragged you away from the dining hall? The day that my uncle was... killed?" Edited by Hellius Surla, Mar 31 2009, 09:12:59 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 31 2009, 09:20:12 PM Post #6 |
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Tinsley shuddered, beginning to crumble. Her past. It was the one thing that always managed to keep up with her, even when all she wanted was to be rid of it. "Of course I remember that night, Hellius. How could I...forget," she said breathlessly, her body beginning to shake. She didn't yet realize her small, antsy, anxious movements. "How could I forget any of that? I remember I always used to watch you when we were younger." Tinsley chuckled nervously. "I always wondered...wondered why you wouldn't just play with me, or you wouldn't talk, and -" Tinsley's words were tripping over themselves. "What do you think happened to us, Hellius?" Tinsley frowned. She realized she was shaking, and lowered her shirt, averting her eyes. "Or what happened to me. Time goes by too fast, don't you think? It feels like yesterday I as just...with my mother, and your mother, and we were just sitting. Just sitting." It suddenly occurred to her. Being the "pure blood" Slytherin "Queen Bee" had corrupted her. The pressure had slowly corroded her. That, more than anything, was unsettling. She lifted her dark, tired eyes, and couldn't find anything else to say. Perhaps the solemn look on her face was enough. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 31 2009, 09:40:42 PM Post #7 |
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Hellius sighed, contemplating his own well being for all of those years. "To tell you the truth, I was intimidated. My mother and father were constantly getting into mindless arguments, and then there was you... and I thought you were beautiful." He paused and looked into Tinsley's eyes, keeping his face devoid of any emotion. He was telling the truth, how much he regretted to say it. "Too many things happened, Tinsley. It wasn't all you - not at all. There were just so many things out of our control. Your mother's death, my father's death, and the fact that I was stricken to the poverty filled streets of downtown London for that... institution," Hellius sighed, popping his neck, reaching into his pocket for a crumpled, slightly torn, folded up photo. Holding it loosely between his index finger and thumb, he slowly handed it over to the girl, sighing contentedly. "Nine people, from left to right: 'John Doe 1', Emma's mother, my father, my grandmother," Hellius said, skipping the man in the center, "your mother, your father, 'John Doe 2', 'Jane Doe'." The thought still haunted him since the minute that he thought of it. Hellius' realization deterred his regular mental processes and no longer was he capable of sleeping correctly. "Man in the center... the man in between every one in that single picture: Azariah Amaranth." |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Mar 31 2009, 09:50:10 PM Post #8 |
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"... and I thought you were beautiful." Tinsley's stomach churned restlessly, and her lips twitched upwards into a smile. She still averted her eyes, looking everywhere but at the person in front of her - the person, before her, that she swore she would kill. So determined, she had wanted to cause him as much pain as he caused her. But her eyes finally struggled and made their way to his face again, locking in his. There was enough pain there. Tinsley cleared her throat. Tinsley sighed. There was something about talking to someone who know the real you. There was something genuine about talking to someone who remembered you when no one knew who you even were. She quickly felt something tighten in her chest, however, when Hellius handed her a picture. She knew that picture all too well. Tinsley gasped, peering into the photograph. "I knew it, I knew she looked like Emma all along, I knew -" "Man in the center... the man in between every one in that single picture: Azariah Amaranth." Tinsley dropped the picture, her eyes widening. She shuddered and continued to shake. She pulled her knees close to her chest and pressed her forehead against her knees, her eyes squeezed shut. Her lips trembled. "It was him. It was him in that dining hall, the night your uncle died. And I never knew. I never...knew." "I've made a mistake," she whispered breathlessly, her heart aching. "I've followed in my mother's footsteps. I've made a horrible mistake." I sold my soul to that man - the man that has known me since my birth. The man that has known me for as long as I've been alive... Tinsley squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and nervously lifted her head from her knees. She reached out a pale, frail hand, and reached for Hellius'. She didn't touch it, but left it centimeters from his, as though silently asking permission for comfort when everything, and everyone, else had failed. |
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| Hellius Surla | Mar 31 2009, 10:50:28 PM Post #9 |
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Hellius never separated his eyes from Tinsley. He watched her with a deep, inseparable stare, studying her body language and her facial reactions to what he had to see. He never thought that he would have a heart-to-heart with Tinsley in his entire life, but now, the irony inside of him was digging away. He kept his eyes separated from the girl's raised skirt and just watched her face and head as she seemed to break down. Nothing could've prepared himself for this moment, but as his thoughts seemed to revolve around her, he knew what he had to do... even if he might regret it later. As she held out for him, Hellius slowly reached over to Tinsley's shoulder and wrapped his arm around her as he gently coiled his fingers around her dainty hand. "Mistakes can always be fixed, Tinsley," Hellius said calmly, folding his left knee more. "Mistakes carve an indentation into your world and people controlling your life or people doing things to belittle your life shroud you in darkness of self-pity. All these things: what have I become? Where did I go wrong? Every time you blame yourself for something outside of your control, you damage yourself and dig your own grave deep into your world. But I have realized, despite all that I've been through, that behind the dark shroud of clouds that there is always the sun shining; and every indentation that's carved into the world is like a hole dug in the sand: the tide will rise and the waves will wipe clear of everything that was torn." He sighed, feeling sympathy and almost hopeless. "I don't know what you did and I'm not going to ask you to tell me, but I'm telling you now: I'm a person that always forgives, yet never forgets. My heart and my mind is the shore, and my... soul is the tide." Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 1 2009, 01:20:35 AM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 06:24:14 AM Post #10 |
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Tinsley squeezed Hellius' hand as she felt something jerk in her stomach. God. It was painful thinking of how her life could have been. But, for first time in her life, she could say that she was actually, genuinely, listening to someone and taking their words to heart. Someone that wasn't her mother, at least. And then Tinsley thought of her mother. She sighed softly, closing her eyes, until Hellius' words softly ended, leaving her with that calm, slightly devastated feeling one usually experiences after vomiting. She tried not to shake. She tilted her head to Hellius and wiggled free from his arm, turning so her face was directly in front of his. "Forgive, and never forget," she repeated, nodding. "I - I can do that." Still frowning, Tinsley never let go of Hellius' hand. She glanced at their hands entwined, glanced at his face, and her frown lessened somewhat. "If only things could just, slow down," she whispered. "Or at least go back to what they were. Way back when. But, you know, I know that things don't work that way. It's one of the few aspects of life I understand." Tinsley squeezed Hellius' hand again, tilting her head down and staring at the ground. She glanced at the door. What were the chances of someone opening it? "I need a hug," murmured Tinsley, and without bothering to wait, or even caring of what would happen if someone crashed into their little pow wow, Tinsley wrapped her arms around Hellius' neck, and squeezed her eyes shut. "My heart and my mind is the shore, and my... soul is the tide," she repeated, whispering in his ear, her body trembling softly. ooc | Catalyst, Anna Nalick. ^-^ |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 1 2009, 07:33:12 PM Post #11 |
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Hellius was constantly able to feel empathy for everyone that he managed to get close to. Recently, the only person that he had truly felt for was Emma, but within the last few minutes with Tinsley, he had managed to take in more feeling than he would've ever expected himself to. He had hated this girl the year before for everything that she represented, but right now, away from those that twisted her into the person that she wasn't, Hellius was able to reconnect with the girl that he had a crush on for many years before everything was driven to hell. There was a pressure in his gut as she pulled him into a hug. Hellius felt nothing emotionally and his breathing was completely normal, but in her arms, he wasn't sure how to react. He was hesitant, almost nervous, as his breathing shallowed but became heavy. "You just have to be able to keep true to who you are. Even in the face of Armageddon, you can never compromise," Hellius whispered, wrapping his arms around the girl's back. "Who you are with Julian is just a dark silhouette of what I remember you to be, Tinsley. Your true reflection is so unbelievable that I can't manage to compare it to even the most beautiful sunset." Hellius retrieved his head, pulling back slightly, managing to shift himself forward so his knee was touching Tinsley's. "You have the power, the popularity, the beauty, and anything you could ever want right in your pocket, but how you use it is what matters." Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 1 2009, 07:38:00 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 07:56:44 PM Post #12 |
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Tinsley would have never described herself as a reckless person. Everything she always did was impeccably calculated, down to the last curl on her head, to the final bat of her long eyelashes. But...there was something else. Ever since Tinsley had been wearing that god forsaken locket, her emotions didn't feel like hers anymore. She felt like they were all bottled up. And Tinsley wasn't sure who she was anymore, when she felt like she was carrying around a completely separate person within her. Tinsley had been comfortable with herself. She had been content in her damned life. But now? Hellius was talking about the real her. The "real her" seemed so foreign to her, but... Hellius' knee touched hers and she felt a jolt. It felt like it wasn't even her own heart reacting to it. It felt like hers was locked up in a secret chamber of her body, and someone else's had taken its place. Someone else's whole heart. Tinsley smiled wearily. "You have the power, the popularity, the beauty, and anything you could ever want right in your pocket, but how you use it is what matters." "There are just some people in this world that are meant for better things," she whispered, without missing a beat. Her eyes sparkled in that trademark Tinsley way - a spark that could never be extinguished, even in the darkest of times. She paused. "And there lies the difference between you and I." Tinsley wasn't sure what she was doing. She was acting through a fog. Her mind knew no consequence, only action. Action that, she knew, she would regret if her lips were to ever disobey, and betray her, and speak of what she was truly feeling. Tinsley edged in closer, her soft hand grabbing Hellius' chin. She pulled his face close to hers, cupped it with her hands, and simply held his face. "Kiss me," she whispered, holding his face in her hands. She closed her eyes. She waited. Then, she grew tired of the wait, no matter how brief it was. Tinsley needed someone to be close to her and take her mind off of the increasing shadows in her thoughts. Vulnerable, she acted out in the most immature way possible - oh, what would happen if Emma or Julian were to find out, but none of that seemed very important. Tinsley felt alone. And she wanted that to stop. Tinsley pressed her lips against Hellius'. Her heart jolted at the feeling of someone new. Someone new, someone fresh - someone she hated, someone she wanted, someone that she couldn't stay away from. Tinsley threw her arms around Hellius' neck, her lips stuck to his like they were magnets. Don't you want to share the guilt? |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 1 2009, 08:50:30 PM Post #13 |
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Hellius Surla was usually the aggressive one in any sort of relationship. Since he became open and dropped his depression after his father's death, he was obnoxious, violent, and any form of emotions were vaguely absent. There were few things that could make him stunned, yet now, Tinsley Carmicheal in his arms, he was completely lost for words. His mind was focussed and he knew that she wasn't just using him for her own selfish gain; her body language, voice, actions- all of it pointed away from that. But as she retorted to what he had said, his face turned into a bemused smirk. "...difference between you and I." She said, edging closer to his face. "That you're now a sexy bitch and I'm a self-righteous asshole?" He paused, tilting his head. Tinsley cupped his face and he dropped his hands to her waist, playing with the lace on her shirt, lifting it slightly. Hellius could only imagine what would've happened next, but his eyes closed and his head remained against the wall behind him. He listened to Tinsley's increased heartbeat, and his own calm, calculated pounding. His lips parted slightly, awaiting something, anything to happen. The next words to come out of the girl's mouth weren't anything that he would've been able to contemplate. "Kiss me." His lips parted, and he darted his tongue quickly over his lips. Within milliseconds, he felt himself press against Tinsley's own, velvety lips, and he asserted the pace, starting slow, almost demanding her to follow. His lips, soft and firm, flowed and pressed, while he pressed against her body, letting her slowly decline to the ground. Don't you want to share the guilt? At first Hellius thought he was imagining things, so he didn't allow himself to respond. As Tinsley's back was solidly on the floor, he held himself above her and moved his head to match her lips at the appropriate moments. f*ck. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 1 2009, 08:52:13 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 09:06:25 PM Post #14 |
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f*ck. Tinsley didn't quite grasp yet that she was hearing Hellius' thoughts, and the words hadn't come out of his mouth. Why f*ck? Am I doing something wrong? she thought wildly as she ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it up. She pressed her mouth against his tightly. Who would have thought I'd end up on the floor of this unused classroom? I'm so classy. Tinsley smiled as she kissed Hellius, joking with herself in her thoughts until all thought quickly focused on what was transpiring between them. Tinsley, somehow, ended up on the floor. She wasn't sure if he could hear her uneven heartbeat, but Tinsley could certainly feel it, pounding against her. His touch felt cold to her skin and she shuddered involuntarily, holding onto him tightly. Her thoughts swirled. Guilty as charged, she thought. Tinsley moved her hands from Hellius' head and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him close. Breathless, she moved her lips away from his, breathing in his hair before kissing his cheek rather...sweetly. It was all so out of the ordinary. It was as though someone else had taken over Tinsley's body. A little, familiar voice in the back of her mind told her that she wasn't acting like herself. And if that was like Hellius liked her, well - God, who cares? He's so hot. The trademark Carmicheal smirk on her face as she kissed him pretty much summarized it all. |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 1 2009, 09:16:46 PM Post #15 |
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There was never a thought in his mind that would even suggest a possibility of this happening before today. Hellius Surla and Tinsley Carmicheal, now in a situation that would summarize the modern Romeo and Juliet, were just arch-enemies just a few hours before. He never thought that anything like this would ever happen between them, but he was now kissing her passionately. Why f*ck? Am I doing something wrong? Hellius was lost in Tinsley's lips, exploring and imagining, forgetting that with their mouths together that they would be unable to talk. Why would something be wrong? Hellius pondered, breathing gently. This is just so... amazing. He kissed her deeply, finding every inch of her lips in her mouth, still not realizing that they were hearing each other's thoughts. I never thought that... she would end up being below me in an unused classroom. I still love it so much. Hellius dropped his lips to Tinsley's neck and started to kiss her flirtatiously, up her chin, and then back to her lips. So... f*cking... amazing. |
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 09:26:17 PM Post #16 |
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This is just so... amazing. Well, of course, I'm Tinsley, smirked Tinsley, giggling while her lips were pressed against Hellius'. She inwardly sighed dreamily. I never thought that... she would end up being below me in an unused classroom. I still love it so much. Now, Tinsley's eyes widened. Usually she had a strict rule against keeping eyes open during kissing: it was just awkward, and borderline disturbing. But now? Something was incredibly wrong. Sure, Tinsley was usually slow on the uptake - but any idiot could put two and two together. She was hearing Hellius Surla's inner most thoughts. And he could hear hers. So... f*cking... amazing. Oh. My. Effing. God. She began to poke his shoulder, struggling to make sense of the situation. Am I losing my mind? she thought to herself. ...Well. It's worth a shot, right? Hellius? Can you hear me? |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 1 2009, 09:41:13 PM Post #17 |
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Oh. My. Effing. God. Hellius heard, feeling a poking on his shoulder. He didn't dare to open his eyes, expecting to see eyes gazing back on him in an awkward stare. He continued to kiss Tinsley, even despite now hearing her voice in his head. He didn't quite understand it, and he wasn't going to try to.... ..Well. It's worth a shot, right? Hellius? Can you hear me? ...mainly because he was having too much fun. Hellius continued kissing her, getting softer, and letting his hands wander around Tinsley's belly and shirt. Yeahhhh.... I can. I really don't care, to tell you the truth. I wasn't paying attention to any... sound, unless it was moaning. He was simply so turned on by Tinsley. Her lips, her body- all flawless. She was just so perfectly... Hot. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 1 2009, 09:43:12 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 09:52:15 PM Post #18 |
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Yeahhhh.... I can. I really don't care, to tell you the truth. I wasn't paying attention to any... sound, unless it was moaning. Oh. My. Effing. GAWD. thought Tinsley shrilly, the voice inside of her head rising into a hysterical sort of shriek. Yes, I know, I'm the epitome of hot, but - but - but - when was the last time you could talk to Emma through your mind!? Oh. Yeah. Nice job bringing up Miss Perfect Prefect, Cookie Cutter, "I Wanna Live In a House With a White Picket Fence!" - Oh, my God, I can't shut up my mind! It was an absolute train wreck. Her eyes were open and her lips were moving, but she was panicking. She didn't hear Julian's thoughts while she...kissed him - thankfully. God, that would have been incredibly awkward. She inwardly sighed again, a loud Ughhhh resonating through her mind. Hot. You're liking this a little too much, Hell boy, she thought deviously. Apparently Miss Cookie Cutter couldn't keep up with Surla. You need a girl like me, that can handle you. Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud? No. Actually, I didn't. Tinsley couldn't think of a more traumatizing turn off. Except, maybe, things that were too horrifying to think of. ...like suddenly realizing you're gay. |
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| Hellius Surla | Apr 1 2009, 10:04:30 PM Post #19 |
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If we see a man glorifying his race, gender, or creed, we can understand there is nothing about himself that deserves glorification.
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Never, actually. She's one of those girls that like to play it absolutely.... safe. But hell, keep your mind going if you want to. Hellius' lips were peeling into a smirk, and he divulged into her mouth, exploring her further. He lifted at her shirt, rubbing at the skin on her waist. If you're willing to go further, we can literally talk dirty without taking our lips off of each other. At that moment, he couldn't pull himself away from Tinsley's lips. He was almost trying to take himself away, but he couldn't make himself do so. And is that a suggestion, Tinsley? It sounds absolutely alluring. Edited by Hellius Surla, Apr 1 2009, 10:04:44 PM.
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| Tinsley Carmicheal | Apr 1 2009, 10:14:46 PM Post #20 |
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It's cute that everyone thinks they can be a queen, but remember who came FIRST.
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Tinsley's heart fluttered dangerously. She was losing it. Her panic was subsiding, being replaced by the unmistakable need to kiss Hellius more. She felt slightly disgusted with herself just as she pulled up her shirt further, smirking. She plays it safe, huh? Good thing I'm never safe. Trust me. Tinsley chuckled aloud and ran her hands along Hellius' chest. I guess we could always worry about why we...we can talk like this later, she thought softly, pulling at his shirt. Much...much later. Oh, here we go. Deja vu. Tinsley Carmicheal: the expert at doing it in random, awkward places. Whoops. It slipped. Tinsley chucked under her breath and shoved Hellius off of her, rolling on top of him. She poked him in the stomach and arched an eyebrow. While her lips were free now, they barely parted. Talking with her mind was just...different. And while the initial terror wore off, she realized it was kind of fun. Intimate. Tinsley adjusted her headband, pushing back her bangs, and bent her head to kiss Hellius' neck. ...Play it safe. Hah. Well, Hellius, here's what it's like to play with the big girls. ...Uh oh. |
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