Post by tyler on Jul 19, 2010 17:29:01 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: dave
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: 4 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: nada
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Tyler pushed open the door to his apartment as the woman stumbled in backwards. Taking the keys out of the door he tossed them towards the counter but missed horribly and ended up hitting the refrigerator. Luckily, he knew his apartment well enough to be able to navigate to his room without bumping into every piece of furniture on the way. Lifting his shirt over his head he tossed it into the corner before resuming his action of kissing the blonde haired woman. Waiting as she took her heels off he proceeded into his bedroom. How did he get to this point, well if you knew Tyler then the answer was obvious. The night had begun with him heading to the Black Magik Nightclub. That was nothing new for him because even if he didn’t go for the women he went for the drinks. Out of all the pubs, bars and restaurants, this club had the largest selection of liquor by far. Tonight it just so happen that he got two of his favorite things: women and alcohol. His intention was to simply get drunk, but then the blonde woman he was now with appeared. After his recent meeting with Aphrodite which had been less than pleasant, he had a good reason to drink. Though getting with another woman was not going to help his situation at all. In his mind though, whatever Ms. Bell didn’t know couldn’t hurt her or him rather. After a few more shots and some dancing, Tyler had apparated them back to his apartment. That led to the current moment that he was in. Pushing open his bedroom door he kicked off his own shoes as the woman sat on the bed. He had yet to know her name, or maybe he did and the amounts of liquor he consumed and made him forget. Normally he tried to remember the girls name in case he ever ran into her again down the line. Moving the straps of her dress he pulled it off, leaving her in her undergarments. Laying back on top of her, he resumed kissing her. This was certainly not the night to be fighting order members. Boy was he in for a surprise. Kissing down her neck he was interrupted, not by the woman but by the pain that was suddenly running through his right forearm. He tried to work through it but the sensation only grew. Growling he got up despite the protest to join her in bed again.
“I’ve got to go for a bit” he stated getting up. “Not sure when I’ll be back.” Heading towards the bathroom he hoped in the shower quickly. Putting the temperature on cold, he couldn’t show up at the Manor in his current state. It would be quite awkward to explain why he was like that. It was tempting to ask her to take a shower with him, but he wasn’t really cleaning himself just…calming down. Getting out after a few minutes he dried off and grabbed some clothes. Putting on a black button up shirt and pants he headed towards the kitchen. Grabbing a potion out of the cupboard he poured himself a glass of water before mixing in the concoction. It was a personal little mix that he had discovered a few years ago to get rid of the alcohol in your blood. It was the quick way to avoid hangovers and being drunk at one of Christian’s meetings. “Leave your number on the table” he called out towards the bedroom. Chances were that he was not going to return in time to continue their actions. Focusing his thoughts he apparated to the Manor. It was always important to focus because he was not interested in being split in two. This better be a damn good meeting was his main thought. Even if he did have the utmost respect for Christian, he had interrupted his time with a woman. No matter who you were that was an action that was bound to piss him off. If this was some stupid meeting to discuss torturing the damn Weasley boy then it would only further piss him off. He had already discussed it and though they all shared ideas, it basically came down to what Christian decided and Astoria Malfoy being called out. Besides he was sure that he had done a good job torturing Mr. Weasley. Well in truth he did not do too much of the torturing, a kick here, a spell there. Ethan was the one who seemed to do the most torturing, but whatever got the job done. One could only wonder what they were being summoned for this time. There was always the possibility that they had captured another order member. Or perhaps they had tried to rescue their leader. It seemed foolish to him which was exactly why they would do it. Perhaps there was a chance of this not being a waste of his time.
Arriving in the main hall of the Malfoy manor he finished buttoning up his black shirt and looked around. Other death eaters were arriving, some from that were at the meeting and others who may have joined more recently. This was good they needed more members as no one was exactly sure who or how many people were in the Order. More than likely they might be outnumbered. Looking around the arriving death eaters he didn’t spot the one man that had summoned them all here. “Where the hell is Chrisitan?” he said aloud hoping someone would be able to give him a response. Glancing towards the front door he saw figures moving outside. So they were called because of an attack by the order, that still didn’t answer his question as to where the Minister was. Did he run off to save his ass? No, perhaps he went to check on the prisoner. Either way with Christian gone he was now in command. General Smith, it had a nice ring to it if you asked him. “Looks like we have some late night visitors” he said speaking loudly for everyone to hear him. Unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up he waited for the ‘surprise attack’. “Let’s give them a warm welcome, shall we” a smirk crossed his face as he pulled his wand out. This was going to be fun as long as he didn’t die and one of the order members did. Actually the main worry on his mind was not dying but ruining the furniture. Sure he was the minister of magic but no one wanted their thousand dollar vase destroyed. Apparently his feelings towards the vase and the door were a bit different. He wasn’t going to wait for these fools to try and catch them off guard. Muttering Confringo the front door exploded sending debris flying in every direction. “Come on in, there’s hot tea on the stove” he said in a mocking tone. There was no doubt in his mind who would win this fight.
tag;; carmen is next
wordccount;; 1171
music;; none
notes;; DE FTW!!
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