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Post by maya-bird on Aug 1, 2011 22:44:00 GMT -5
Name: Acerbis Scathar (Uh-sir-bis Scathe-ar) Aliases: Cerbis, Acer, Cerberus Age: Seventeen Year: 7th House: Gryffindor Appearance: Acerbis is about five eleven, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He’s one of those guys who drifts around, not very popular, but he attracts a lot of attention. Maybe it’s because he is not afraid to punch someone (forget the magic, psht) or maybe because he is always the one who gets detention because he back talks. Skills: All basic spells, some advanced, some dark magic skills. History: Acerbis was always the trouble child. His parents sent him off to Hogwarts hoping to straighten his attitude out, but it failed to work. Surprisingly, he’s never gotten done anything illegal. Well, he’s never been caught doing anything against the rules. He does do illegal things, he just doesn't get caught. Both of his parents are in Azkaban for murder and treachory, so it runs in his blood. Surprisingly, the sorting hat did not put him in Slytherin, but in Gryffindor. Status: Pureblood Siblings: None
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Post by icefire on Nov 13, 2011 21:20:58 GMT -5
Rook glanced up from his book at Acer, "Again?" He shook his head a slapped his book into his face, "Fuckin' hell..."
Simply getting up, he walked aimlessly towards the hospital wing, reading his book quaintly. It was no wonder his sister's thinker was completely messed up, it wasn't the only time she had fallen off her broom. Hit her head too many times? Precisely. He kept walking, not caring if Acer was following him or not.
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Post by maya-bird on Nov 13, 2011 21:29:21 GMT -5
Acer followed Rook, who still happened to be reading while he was walking. How the hell did he do that? He himself couldn’t keep reading while he was lying down, let alone navigating towards the hospital wing. What a fanatic, Acer thought as he trailed him. It didn’t take too long to reach their destination, which clearly was their destination; Grifyth’s laughter came from within.
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Post by icefire on Nov 13, 2011 21:47:53 GMT -5
Rook walked in and shook his head at his sister, who was laughing like a maniac at the nurse trying to give her pumpkin juice. She spotted him, to his dissatisfaction, and waved way too vigorously then she needed too, "OH HAI THAR ROOK-" she was cut off by a book to the face, and she passed out again.
Rook's eyebrow twitched in irritation as he pulled the book away from her already broken face, of which her nose had started to bleed again. The nurse gave him a look of thankfulness for knocking her out. She was much more... peaceful?.... this way, anyways. Rook sat down and continued to read.
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Post by maya-bird on Nov 13, 2011 21:53:07 GMT -5
Acerbis, hands in his pockets, gave a low whistle and rocked back on the heels as Rook hit her in the face. He watched the blood immediately began to flow, red and running slowly down her face. Feeling a bit useless as the nurse quickly wiped it away, he sat in the chair closest to her bed.
Slouching back, he yawned, watching the clock. He really didn't want to be here right now, but hey, Acer wasn't in the mood to lose a friend. He was already scrambling to keep his grip on the two that he had, and he didn't want to offend one because he was too bored to stay with them in the hospital.
"She should be out for a few hours now." The nurse grinned, and Acer's brows shot up at the needle, dripping morphine most likely, up. Turning, the lady disappeared through a doorway and wasn't seen for a while afterwards.
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Post by icefire on Nov 13, 2011 22:03:59 GMT -5
Rook, after a while of reading, yawned profusely. He turned to Acer, "Hey, I'm going to bed."
Walking away, he kept reading. Rook read and read all the way up through the corridors, up the stairs and into his tour. Foot set one in front of the other, but faltered when there was a clatter up ahead. He looked up from his book and saw Filch's cat. They had a brief staring contest, before her eyes snapped behind him and she ran away with her tail in between her legs. He tentatively looked behind him, and saw Malfoy.
He looked pretty peeved off, and like he hated Rook. Rook cocked up a brow at the boy down the corridor, but shrugged and closed the gap to the portrait to the Slytherin common room. Jogging up the stairs, he settled in his bunk.
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Post by maya-bird on Nov 13, 2011 22:06:41 GMT -5
Acer wasn't conscious when Rook said he was going to bed, for he had fallen asleep around ten minutes previous. A hospital chair wasn't the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but he could fall asleep about anywhere when he was tired. Mumbling to himself in his sleep, he twisted around until his legs hung off the left side of the chair arm and he was curled up.
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Post by icefire on Nov 13, 2011 22:16:41 GMT -5
Grifyth's face hurt. That was all she knew, and it made her giggly. She remembered when Rook knocked her out with his book a few minutes ago... Was it a few minutes? She didn't know. Sitting up, she opened her eyes and stared at the morphine needle sticking in her arm. It poked into her skin, and has a piece of medical tape over it, rather tidy little thing. She giggled and looked over at Acer who, quite valiantly, was sitting next to her hospital bed, sleeping.
An idea popped into her head, a frisky, fun idea. Grifyth giggled again, and swung her legs over the bed, the morphine cart following her as she sat down in the chair next to him. Brushing back some of the hair from his face with clumsy morphine fingers, she cupped his face with one hand and pet his hair with the other. Nimbly, for someone on morphine, she pressed her lips against his own. Her fingers trailed down onto his neck lightly, sure to tickle him slightly.
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Post by maya-bird on Mar 25, 2012 2:22:59 GMT -5
Acer was dreaming. It was a dream, of the most pleasant kind, for Acer at least. He was kissing a girl, and things were getting intense. Not entirely sure who he was kissing, he tried to pull back a bit. However, this girl wasn't giving him any slack. She pressed her lips against his, her fingers trailing down his neck. Suddenly, he was yanked out of the dream, and hit with a dizzy spell. But it wasn't ending. There this girl was, still trying to kiss him. He forcefully and swiftly pulled himself back, meeting the girls dilated pupils, and the drugged out sort of smile.
It was Grifyth.
Grinning, he ran a hand through his hair, arching his brows. Realizing that if she really wasn't drugged out, she probably want to kill him or something, he grinned sheepishly, but stood up from the chair.
"Look, I know I'm hard to resist," He smirked, because normally she'd punch him or something. "But you really should lay back down."
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Post by Swifty~foot on Mar 25, 2012 2:24:58 GMT -5
Saphira streched her arms over her head beofre swinging her legs over her brightly colored sheets. Jarrol yawned and turned in circles before going back to sleep, his white tail tucked over his pale gray paws. Saphira changed into her school uniform before grabbing her school books. Jarrol's collar jingled as he trotted beside her, his small grey head bobbing. She yawned beofre settling next to Amber. The older girl, who was two years above her in school, giggled and straightened out Saphira's tie. "It's crooked Sapph! Did you wake up on time?" Saphira nodded, pulling her light borwn hair back into a ponytail. "Yeah, but I couldn't sleep. Had another nightmare about..." Amber looked at her. her blue eyes filled with sympathy. She knew all about her parents' involvement with Voldemort, and that Saphira was set to be initated her 7th year, like her older siblings Allegra and Andrew had been this year. "I'm sorry Sapph." Saphira looked down at her tattoos. They marked her life. One was a small tattoo of a badger. It had appeared after she was sorted. Another was a winding silver path, which swirled around her arm. This one was given to her as a baby in the veela village. Another was of a teardrop, signaling the sorrow their mother had felt for everyone that had died to save her children. The last one read "SLA" It was her initals. She looked back at Amber, who was glaring down at the newspaper her owl, Mercury, had delivered. Her dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulder. She got up before Saphira could even pick up a piece of toast. "I have to go." She snarled, her eyes flashing. Saphira shrugged and went back to her breakfast, Jarrol lapping at a saucer of milk beside her.
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Post by Swifty~foot on Mar 25, 2012 2:38:53 GMT -5
Andrew slowly opened his eyes. "Hey man, get up." He saw his roommate, John, peering over at Andrew. "Ehhhh. I hate Mondays." Andrew ran his hands through his hair, making it stick up. He unconsiouly rubbed his arm.
He had always had the tattoos, ever since he was little. The first one to show up was "ADA". They were his intitals, and showed up the day he was born. The next was the teardrop. It showed his mother's sorrow for his father's actions. Next to show up was the tattoo each member of the veela village had to get. It was a silver spiral, that curled around his arm, and up his bicep. The last one was a small blue raven. It symbolized his sorting into Ravenclaw.
He got up and put on his uniform. He was just fixing his tie when Allegra came into the common room. The younger Ravenclaws scattered, afraid of his twin sister, who was sorted into Slytherin seven years ago. She smiled at him, beofre adjusting his tie.
"Hey baby brother." SHe said, her white teeth flashing as she grinned at him. He threw his arm over her shoulder as they walked to breakfast.
"Ally, you're only 30 minutes older." He said, squeezing his sister's shoulder.
"I know Drewbie. I know." She said, before breaking contact, and going to sit next to Draco at the Slytherin table. Andrew sighed and went and sat at the Ravenclaw table, taking out a book.
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Post by icefire on Mar 25, 2012 2:50:29 GMT -5
Grifyth giggled again, keeping up the druggy flirtatious persona. It wasn't like she could help it though, she was drugged up, and that helped along the flirtatious side hand in hand. She gave a psychotic drug smile, and whined, "Awww, do I have to? You are so tasty, I'm never going to give that up."
She winked, and stuck her tongue out. With her hand still cupping his face, she stroked his hair back again and licked along his lower lip. She worked her hand dangerously low to the waist band of his pants, still keeping her face close to his. Her eyes drooped with morphine, like she was going to pass out again.
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Post by maya-bird on Mar 25, 2012 3:01:25 GMT -5
She kissed him again, and pulling back, Acer chuckled, oddly feeling a little nervous. "Cool your jets, sweetheart." He said, as her morphine, drugged out eyes stared back at his. Grifyth smiled teasingly, her hand in his hair and almost at the button of his jeans. As a safety barrier, he pulled her hand away, arching his brows. "Yeah, you don't want to that. I know you'll regret it--"
Grifyth cut him off, kissing him again. He spoke between her kissing him, trying to get a full sentence out. "Grifyth you--" Cut off. "--really don't--" Another kiss. "Stop it, Grifyth.." He said, the full desperation leaking out into his voice. Half of him wanted to do this, but the other half of him was trying to explain that she really would most likely regret said actions.
"Eh, to hell with it.." He said, closing his eyes and kissing her back.
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Post by icefire on Mar 25, 2012 3:26:01 GMT -5
She was getting really into this interaction, it was special interaction. Yes, 'special'. He gently prodded his tongue into her mouth. Grifyth was most definitely clumsy with her tongue, being drugged up on morphine. Either her actions were too rough and jerky, or too small. There was no median. There was no mode either, but she didn't want to go into math. This was the insanity of her morphine-everything.
She seemed to have ended up on his lap in the midst of this. Oh well. Her thoughts were ADHD, and scattered, thus she started to drift off. It was hard to drift off with someones tongue in your mouth, but she managed to do it. Her head lolled onto his shoulder and her eyes slipped shut, for what seemed to be the final time that night.
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Post by maya-bird on Mar 25, 2012 3:36:18 GMT -5
She was kissing him, and they were really getting into it. Somehow she ended up on his lap, and he smiled, even though it was rather difficult to smile and make out at the same time. Acer paused, then burst out laughing loudly. His laughter echoed around the hospital wing, and he chuckled again.
"Well, that could only last so long." Acer stretched his arms, feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to wake Grifyth again. Things just died down, no need to get them up and sky-rocketing again. Smiling, but also frustrated, he shut his eyes and attempted to get some sleep.
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