Post by yoora on Jun 21, 2010 10:04:04 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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MIRROR OF THE ERISED:
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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: YOORA.
AGE: 18.
EXPERIENCE: 5years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Between him and the words she uttered was only silence. She had waited for him to respond to her taunting words, curious on what he would door or say, since the fact of the matter was, the blond could careless how he interoperated her personality. To review the facts, think of it through her eyes, Merriwether was oddly inspired by this boy, creating murals of him in her bedroom upon drawing paper out of purely pencil. She had fascinated on what the basilisk might have looked like in reality and brought it upon herself to let her imagination create it upon paper. He was her vision of uncontrolled anger mixed with a sense of unspeakable freedom, both something she cannot have. Now she was face to face with her muse, how else would she act?
Since they are alone, she had taken his opportunity to invoke her ‘companion, whether it is intentionally offending to him or not, launching her in a position of submission. Due to her inability to submit much less recognize that she was within inches of possible death or not countless hours of pain, her face was straight, her words cold. When he turned his back toward her, she resettled her eyes upon the mirror, studying his facial expressions. Pursing lips and death gazes were beaming as revealed through the cracks and missing glass of the mirrors of his current disposition.
Then.
“Crucio!”
She should have expected it; she should have been more prepared when she saw hat sly and almost unnoticeable smile creep upon his pleasant lips. Closing her eyes, she felt something within her pull all her limbs toward the center of her body. A rush of sudden pain filled her every nerve. Her eyes began to be forced shut as even the very moment of her hair follicles caused her great agony. Instead, she opened her mouth and inhale sharply before feeling the heat building within her body. Instead of screaming like a normal fully, she released an unusually erotic and second soprano pitch moan.
Feeling her whole body twitch was something she was not used too and for a moment, she managed to keep the sound from barging obscenely from her lips…then the pain stopped.
Stopped.
For a split second the heavy burdening of unexplainable trauma was lifted from her body as if a phantom had eloped her in a huge, absorbing all the sources of aches. She lay there, still from all the ‘screams/moans’ she had committed and the pain that had ransacked her body. It was an unbelievable feeling, instead of feeling weak she felt somewhat stronger. The pain was so great, so mind blowing that anything else that had been afflicted upon her slender body was merely a pinch. Her breathes changed from shallow to slow and rhythmic function as the eerie blue eyed girl rose her head from her dip.
Merri scanned the area and saw that he had found Myrtle in one of the stalls, her eyes were still wide but clouded with a sense of terror and confusion. The other stall next to the ghastly blabbermouth was smashed, shambled into splinters of its former deteriorating shape.
‘I will have to clean it up.’ Not even thinking much about the Tom boy now, she only thought of how she would clean it up. So many splinters on the floor, and now Myrtle saw the majority of everything. Finally turning her head towards the Riddle boy, she saw him lay against one of the stone walls with his eyes closed.
‘Constipated?’ She fought herself to make such a remark and then smiled at him. Studying him from her rather uncomfortable position, she looked upon the ground and saw that his wand was only a few yards from her. Smiling to herself, she produced her own wand by shaking the sleeves of her robes before catching the 13 inch long stick. Flicking her wrist, she managed to cancel out his spell before gracefully plopping toward the floor. Picking on Tom’s wand, she proceeded to walk toward him, past her confused ghost friend and kneel down to his level while dropping the wand in his lap.
“Do I appear mad to you?”
Since they are alone, she had taken his opportunity to invoke her ‘companion, whether it is intentionally offending to him or not, launching her in a position of submission. Due to her inability to submit much less recognize that she was within inches of possible death or not countless hours of pain, her face was straight, her words cold. When he turned his back toward her, she resettled her eyes upon the mirror, studying his facial expressions. Pursing lips and death gazes were beaming as revealed through the cracks and missing glass of the mirrors of his current disposition.
Then.
“Crucio!”
She should have expected it; she should have been more prepared when she saw hat sly and almost unnoticeable smile creep upon his pleasant lips. Closing her eyes, she felt something within her pull all her limbs toward the center of her body. A rush of sudden pain filled her every nerve. Her eyes began to be forced shut as even the very moment of her hair follicles caused her great agony. Instead, she opened her mouth and inhale sharply before feeling the heat building within her body. Instead of screaming like a normal fully, she released an unusually erotic and second soprano pitch moan.
Feeling her whole body twitch was something she was not used too and for a moment, she managed to keep the sound from barging obscenely from her lips…then the pain stopped.
Stopped.
For a split second the heavy burdening of unexplainable trauma was lifted from her body as if a phantom had eloped her in a huge, absorbing all the sources of aches. She lay there, still from all the ‘screams/moans’ she had committed and the pain that had ransacked her body. It was an unbelievable feeling, instead of feeling weak she felt somewhat stronger. The pain was so great, so mind blowing that anything else that had been afflicted upon her slender body was merely a pinch. Her breathes changed from shallow to slow and rhythmic function as the eerie blue eyed girl rose her head from her dip.
Merri scanned the area and saw that he had found Myrtle in one of the stalls, her eyes were still wide but clouded with a sense of terror and confusion. The other stall next to the ghastly blabbermouth was smashed, shambled into splinters of its former deteriorating shape.
‘I will have to clean it up.’ Not even thinking much about the Tom boy now, she only thought of how she would clean it up. So many splinters on the floor, and now Myrtle saw the majority of everything. Finally turning her head towards the Riddle boy, she saw him lay against one of the stone walls with his eyes closed.
‘Constipated?’ She fought herself to make such a remark and then smiled at him. Studying him from her rather uncomfortable position, she looked upon the ground and saw that his wand was only a few yards from her. Smiling to herself, she produced her own wand by shaking the sleeves of her robes before catching the 13 inch long stick. Flicking her wrist, she managed to cancel out his spell before gracefully plopping toward the floor. Picking on Tom’s wand, she proceeded to walk toward him, past her confused ghost friend and kneel down to his level while dropping the wand in his lap.
“Do I appear mad to you?”
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