Post by delilah on Jul 14, 2010 2:38:02 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: Beth!
AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE: 6 or so years on and off
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Gabe and Quinn had been through a lot together. A lot of ups and downs, break ups and make ups, threats to their relationship. He admired her, trusted her, hell, maybe he even loved her. But he also knew her well, and he knew she wouldn’t just back down without a fight like that. He had hoped that leaving the situation would have defused some of the tension between them. He looked backward, feeling bad for Artemis. She was glaring at him like he’d abandoned her, which really he had. He felt a slight pang of guilt. She hadn’t done anything; there was no reason for her to be in the middle of this completely messed up love triangle. He could practically hear Aphrodite’s triumph as she said that she would take a seat with them. He sighed, looking up at the punch table. He could see that neither Adonis nor Scorpius were there, nor anyone else he really wanted to talk to, and he was about to walk up anyway, when a nagging thought stopped him. He couldn’t imagine the Quinn he knew backing down from Aphrodite, being content with walking over to the table and sitting down and playing nice with a girl she hated. He stopped and turned around, walking back over towards the group. He needed to man up and take responsibility for the mess he’d gotten himself into. At least for a few minutes. It was an odd sentiment for Gabe, nobility and bravery – he blamed it on Scorpius.
He was caught behind a large group of fourth year girls who were pointing and giggling at him. He preened a bit, running a hand through his hair and giving them a smirk, when he stopped. He heard Quinn’s voice over the giggling of the girls and he pushed through them, suddenly impatient with their antics. He stood, aghast at what he heard. “You're just a fuck buddy, a toy that a child gets sick of after a while but comes back to every now and again. Do you see how highly he thinks of you now?” Quinn’s voice floated over the crowd, but he couldn’t move. He was standing there as if struck by lightning or rooted to the floor. Quinn must have been done with her little tirade, as she turned to walk away, but Aphrodite grabbed her. Gabe flinched in anticipation of the slap or punch that he was anticipating, but instead he heard Aphrodite shoot back insults that made her Rosier heritage proud. “Three: I've known Gabe since we were little, you think I don't know his every move? Because I do. If I didn't have an effect on him, why did he just run away, not protecting you from me? He knows me and I know him. More than you'd like to think. And four: I'm not bothered by your words, cause guess who shagged him first?” He frowned, listening to the two of them go at it. He was getting frustrated and angry. He’d had enough of listening to the two girls he cared about the most snipe at each other and try to put each other down. Did they really think that of the other? Or was it just because of him? He had almost made up his mind to walk over and give the two of them a piece of his mind, but he heard Quinn again. “Sorry but only girls who knows when to keep their legs shut and have their head on their shoulders and not up their ass can sit with us.” His blood was boiling. He adored Quinn, but there was a large part of him that was screaming that no one was allowed to talk about Aphrodite like that. He decided he should get some punch before he went over to talk to them. After all, he was actually thirsty, and it would give him some time to cool down, make the rational part of his brain start working again, and think of what he wanted to say. And also a way to make it up to Artemis.
Not long after he’d turned around though, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was anticipating Aphrodite or Quinn to spin him around and start yelling at him, but the touch was gentle, and he was confused. He turned around to see Aphrodite looking at him, her face set like she was made out of stone, but her eyes showed the hurt that Quinn’s words had caused. He was familiar with the tactic, closing yourself off and not showing the pain. He wondered if it was in the genes of old pureblood families, or if it was a consequence of having cruel, sadistic parents who’d had their dreams crushed. He listened to Aphrodite, feeling himself begin to break down as he thought back to the memories Aphrodite was evoking as easily as if she were showing them to him in a Pensieve. Aphrodite and Gabe, huddled in the corner of the common room as she looked up spells to get rid of boils in books she’d stolen from her father’s library. Aphrodite laying in bed with dragon pox all over, Gabe telling her about the stupid party he’d had to go to and how boring it was without her. Aphrodite transcribing Gabe’s homework when a Bludger had hit him from behind and broken his arm. He felt an odd stinging sensation near his eyes, and his face was getting warm. It was a totally unfamiliar sensation to Gabe. He was strong and unemotional, and when he remembered what it was it, of course, transported him back to another memory of he and Aphrodite. This time Aphrodite was holding him in her arms, rubbing a salve on the cuts and bruises his father had left all over his body, telling him it was okay to cry. He looked into her eyes and saw the same shimmery sensation he was feeling, but he understood. They were old, regal purebloods together, cold and unfeeling. They wouldn’t cry. He put a hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it. “I remember. ”
He realized that they were still in the Great Hall, students surrounding them, when she reached over him for a drink and called to Quinn. He felt a rush of guilt that he’d forgotten about Quinn, but he needn’t have worried. She appeared beside Aphrodite, hands on hips, and began to speak. He guessed he could call it making her case. It was strong, and he felt the ring of truth in her words, especially as she talked about playing games. He looked at Quinn warmly, thinking of all the time they spent together, all the good times they’d had. There was one thing nagging at him, though. and it oddly had resonated most when Quinn had talked about not playing games with him. Gabe hated that Aphrodite played games with him, not really revealing her feelings or saying what she meant, but he understood it. He expected it. He didn’t know if he’d believe it was her if she acted any other way. He knew these games because he played them too. It was his life, the way he’d been brought up. And a voice was nagging at the back of his mind, saying that if Quinn hated the way Aphrodite played games with him, well, didn’t he play games with everyone else too? He’d never cried to Quinn, never told her about his childhood, because it was just something she couldn’t understand. Scorpius and Aphrodite were the only ones who understood what it was like, and maybe Ethan Montague, but the two of them weren’t close. Still, in that respect, he almost felt closer to Ethan than to Quinn, because he knew that if he went to Ethan and complained about his father’s threats of the Cruciatus, he’d get a good laugh and a ‘Me too, mate. Better get back to work, eh?’ If he said those things to Quinn, she’d flip out. Her grandparents weren’t like that, her friends’ parents weren’t like that. It made him uncomfortable letting other people into their little pureblood elite world.
He couldn’t explain why he did what he did what he did. He wasn’t even sure he had any reasoning. He looked steadily at Quinn’s beautiful eyes and said, “I know. And I adore you. You should go find a table, and maybe Artemis a boy, now.” And then he turned, and grabbed Aphrodite before she could walk away. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, grasping her hand before she could really answer. He led her away from the crowd at the punch table, to a spot on the dance floor where there weren’t very many couples. He avoided looking at Quinn. It would take him a lot of explaining that he wasn’t really prepared to do just yet. He turned to look at Artemis though, and motioned towards a table with room for them. He mouthed at her across the room, “My bad. Pureblood stuff. One minute.” He pulled Aphrodite close to him, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Thankfully with her heels all he had to do was incline his head. “It’s okay to cry now,” he said, swaying to the beat of the old Celestina Warbeck classic slow song.
He was caught behind a large group of fourth year girls who were pointing and giggling at him. He preened a bit, running a hand through his hair and giving them a smirk, when he stopped. He heard Quinn’s voice over the giggling of the girls and he pushed through them, suddenly impatient with their antics. He stood, aghast at what he heard. “You're just a fuck buddy, a toy that a child gets sick of after a while but comes back to every now and again. Do you see how highly he thinks of you now?” Quinn’s voice floated over the crowd, but he couldn’t move. He was standing there as if struck by lightning or rooted to the floor. Quinn must have been done with her little tirade, as she turned to walk away, but Aphrodite grabbed her. Gabe flinched in anticipation of the slap or punch that he was anticipating, but instead he heard Aphrodite shoot back insults that made her Rosier heritage proud. “Three: I've known Gabe since we were little, you think I don't know his every move? Because I do. If I didn't have an effect on him, why did he just run away, not protecting you from me? He knows me and I know him. More than you'd like to think. And four: I'm not bothered by your words, cause guess who shagged him first?” He frowned, listening to the two of them go at it. He was getting frustrated and angry. He’d had enough of listening to the two girls he cared about the most snipe at each other and try to put each other down. Did they really think that of the other? Or was it just because of him? He had almost made up his mind to walk over and give the two of them a piece of his mind, but he heard Quinn again. “Sorry but only girls who knows when to keep their legs shut and have their head on their shoulders and not up their ass can sit with us.” His blood was boiling. He adored Quinn, but there was a large part of him that was screaming that no one was allowed to talk about Aphrodite like that. He decided he should get some punch before he went over to talk to them. After all, he was actually thirsty, and it would give him some time to cool down, make the rational part of his brain start working again, and think of what he wanted to say. And also a way to make it up to Artemis.
Not long after he’d turned around though, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was anticipating Aphrodite or Quinn to spin him around and start yelling at him, but the touch was gentle, and he was confused. He turned around to see Aphrodite looking at him, her face set like she was made out of stone, but her eyes showed the hurt that Quinn’s words had caused. He was familiar with the tactic, closing yourself off and not showing the pain. He wondered if it was in the genes of old pureblood families, or if it was a consequence of having cruel, sadistic parents who’d had their dreams crushed. He listened to Aphrodite, feeling himself begin to break down as he thought back to the memories Aphrodite was evoking as easily as if she were showing them to him in a Pensieve. Aphrodite and Gabe, huddled in the corner of the common room as she looked up spells to get rid of boils in books she’d stolen from her father’s library. Aphrodite laying in bed with dragon pox all over, Gabe telling her about the stupid party he’d had to go to and how boring it was without her. Aphrodite transcribing Gabe’s homework when a Bludger had hit him from behind and broken his arm. He felt an odd stinging sensation near his eyes, and his face was getting warm. It was a totally unfamiliar sensation to Gabe. He was strong and unemotional, and when he remembered what it was it, of course, transported him back to another memory of he and Aphrodite. This time Aphrodite was holding him in her arms, rubbing a salve on the cuts and bruises his father had left all over his body, telling him it was okay to cry. He looked into her eyes and saw the same shimmery sensation he was feeling, but he understood. They were old, regal purebloods together, cold and unfeeling. They wouldn’t cry. He put a hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it. “I remember. ”
He realized that they were still in the Great Hall, students surrounding them, when she reached over him for a drink and called to Quinn. He felt a rush of guilt that he’d forgotten about Quinn, but he needn’t have worried. She appeared beside Aphrodite, hands on hips, and began to speak. He guessed he could call it making her case. It was strong, and he felt the ring of truth in her words, especially as she talked about playing games. He looked at Quinn warmly, thinking of all the time they spent together, all the good times they’d had. There was one thing nagging at him, though. and it oddly had resonated most when Quinn had talked about not playing games with him. Gabe hated that Aphrodite played games with him, not really revealing her feelings or saying what she meant, but he understood it. He expected it. He didn’t know if he’d believe it was her if she acted any other way. He knew these games because he played them too. It was his life, the way he’d been brought up. And a voice was nagging at the back of his mind, saying that if Quinn hated the way Aphrodite played games with him, well, didn’t he play games with everyone else too? He’d never cried to Quinn, never told her about his childhood, because it was just something she couldn’t understand. Scorpius and Aphrodite were the only ones who understood what it was like, and maybe Ethan Montague, but the two of them weren’t close. Still, in that respect, he almost felt closer to Ethan than to Quinn, because he knew that if he went to Ethan and complained about his father’s threats of the Cruciatus, he’d get a good laugh and a ‘Me too, mate. Better get back to work, eh?’ If he said those things to Quinn, she’d flip out. Her grandparents weren’t like that, her friends’ parents weren’t like that. It made him uncomfortable letting other people into their little pureblood elite world.
He couldn’t explain why he did what he did what he did. He wasn’t even sure he had any reasoning. He looked steadily at Quinn’s beautiful eyes and said, “I know. And I adore you. You should go find a table, and maybe Artemis a boy, now.” And then he turned, and grabbed Aphrodite before she could walk away. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, grasping her hand before she could really answer. He led her away from the crowd at the punch table, to a spot on the dance floor where there weren’t very many couples. He avoided looking at Quinn. It would take him a lot of explaining that he wasn’t really prepared to do just yet. He turned to look at Artemis though, and motioned towards a table with room for them. He mouthed at her across the room, “My bad. Pureblood stuff. One minute.” He pulled Aphrodite close to him, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Thankfully with her heels all he had to do was incline his head. “It’s okay to cry now,” he said, swaying to the beat of the old Celestina Warbeck classic slow song.
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