Post by scorp on Jul 7, 2010 21:27:38 GMT
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
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YOU SAY YOU'VE GOT A REAL SOLUTION.
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YOU SAY WANT TO CHANGE THE CONSTITUTION.
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WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE YOUR HEAD.
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DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.
[/color][/font][/CENTER]OOC NAME: Bree.
AGE: Eighteen.
EXPERIENCE: Two-three years. Somewhere in between.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None, but there'll be more, I'm sure.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Scorpius rolled his eyes as he took a drag from the cigarette in front of him. He was reading a book on one of the many goblin rebellions in history, since he still took history of magic as a class, and found that he couldn't understand just how stupid goblins could be. He knew they were creatures, but they ran Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. If they ran Gringotts, then why did they seem so stupid in every book written about them. He was leaning back on a rock in front of the Black Lake, not doing anything much. After all, it was early on a Saturday morning, and so no one was really up and about yet. Scorpius had always been one to run on little sleep, if any, so he was used to the quiet that a Saturday by the Lake would bring. He enjoyed it, though. Not many people would just want to sit out here and read, except for certain Ravenclaws, and so he came out here when he wanted that silence. After all, it was five a.m., not even the Squid was moving much.
He turned the page, and took another long drag. He didn't know what he'd do without cigarettes. They were a quarter of what helped him keep so calm all the time. Honestly, he'd be a little louder without them, which would annoying to him. He hated the fact that his oldest brother was so popular and all over the place. His sister, while still popular, was still reasonable...most of the time. He was the quieter one. Still as popular as his twin and older brother, but had higher grades, still drank and smoke, but didn't party as much. He pulled his mind off his family with another drag. He had nothing to prove to anyone. He was the most careless out of three, in the way that he didn't look to anyone for approval. It was something that most people did; if it didn't go with the approval of friends or family, they didn't do whatever it was. Scorpius, on the other hand, couldn't find it in himself to care. If people didn't like how he acted, then they could say whatever they wanted, but if they said it to him, there would be a fight. He wasn't argumentative or confrontational in the least, but when he had to be, he could.
Another page turned, and he was onto the next. He exhaled, and a puff on smoke slid right out from between his lips. There were only a few pages left to the book, and he was slightly glad. Even though he loved to read, there were some things that were just dragged. Whoever had written this book really needed to take some writing lessons. They were almost as bad as the history professor himself, when they had to take notes. His droning voice always made Scorpius want to fall asleep, and most of the time, he did. He knew all the stuff, he just took it because it would be an easy way to bump up his grade. He did the same thing with Arithmancy. Two more pages flipped, and the book was finished. Finally, he thought to himself, and with a wave of his wand and a muttered spell, the book was now back in his dorm, sitting right on his bed, waiting to be put away. With another drag, the cigarette was vanished with another flick of his wand, and another one was lit. He took a drag, and cast the time-telling spell. It was already six a.m., and he was sure that someone would be wandering out at this time. Well, at least, some early-rising student, or maybe a teacher, coming out for a quick breath of fresh air before breakfast. He almost shrugged to himself. Whatever, he didn't mind people.
He turned the page, and took another long drag. He didn't know what he'd do without cigarettes. They were a quarter of what helped him keep so calm all the time. Honestly, he'd be a little louder without them, which would annoying to him. He hated the fact that his oldest brother was so popular and all over the place. His sister, while still popular, was still reasonable...most of the time. He was the quieter one. Still as popular as his twin and older brother, but had higher grades, still drank and smoke, but didn't party as much. He pulled his mind off his family with another drag. He had nothing to prove to anyone. He was the most careless out of three, in the way that he didn't look to anyone for approval. It was something that most people did; if it didn't go with the approval of friends or family, they didn't do whatever it was. Scorpius, on the other hand, couldn't find it in himself to care. If people didn't like how he acted, then they could say whatever they wanted, but if they said it to him, there would be a fight. He wasn't argumentative or confrontational in the least, but when he had to be, he could.
Another page turned, and he was onto the next. He exhaled, and a puff on smoke slid right out from between his lips. There were only a few pages left to the book, and he was slightly glad. Even though he loved to read, there were some things that were just dragged. Whoever had written this book really needed to take some writing lessons. They were almost as bad as the history professor himself, when they had to take notes. His droning voice always made Scorpius want to fall asleep, and most of the time, he did. He knew all the stuff, he just took it because it would be an easy way to bump up his grade. He did the same thing with Arithmancy. Two more pages flipped, and the book was finished. Finally, he thought to himself, and with a wave of his wand and a muttered spell, the book was now back in his dorm, sitting right on his bed, waiting to be put away. With another drag, the cigarette was vanished with another flick of his wand, and another one was lit. He took a drag, and cast the time-telling spell. It was already six a.m., and he was sure that someone would be wandering out at this time. Well, at least, some early-rising student, or maybe a teacher, coming out for a quick breath of fresh air before breakfast. He almost shrugged to himself. Whatever, he didn't mind people.
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