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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 30, 2008 18:36:09 GMT -5
Long, dark brown locks of hair fell about a once slightly tanned complexion. Now his face retained a slightly pale and weary image as caused by the lack of sleep. His fierce gray eyes with a halo of green, hugging the pupil seemed dull and lacking the proper luster that eyes should retain, a certain life to them which he lacked. A small scar that he had retained from his night of torture lay above his right eye, a little off to the side, near his temple. He abhorred the mark that was left upon his face, bringing his fingers up to lightly tread across the inch and a half long, imposed stigma. His frame had grown thinner, yet, not emaciated, but leaner. He had lost whatever sustenance he had to him, which was now replaced by lean muscle. He had been lacking in appetite lately, but still ate small meals none-the-less out of necessity, always sure to fuel his body with energy to burn off as he took jogs out on the grounds.
He pulled his hand away from the scar on his head and reaching out, he touched the image of himself against the cold, fractal which divided the mirror slightly diagonally. It made his image look split almost, like two of him were merging into one, but there was clearly a schism in between. Disunion.
Who am I? What....am I? He thought through furrowed brows. His fingertips grazed the glass and traveled slowly down to the base of the mirror he had been gazing at himself in. He noted that his image looked completely miserable, tired and worn. He needed to get some rest, but how could he when he received such nightmares?
He let out a long exasperated sigh.
Thank goodness Myrtle hadn't stirred. He wasn't sure if he could handle her outrageous antics, zooming around the bathroom, screeching like a banshee. He knew this was her territory, and was prepared to interact if necessary. He felt drawn to the out of service bathroom. There was history there...he could feel it. That was the problem lately...he seemed to be intercepting all the feelings, but lacking all of the logic and memory. Frustrating.
"How should I....I don't remember how...." He felt his throat constrict as he became overcome with emotion.
"To be me..."
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Post by astrid on Mar 30, 2008 20:56:20 GMT -5
like a city of angels...
The halls of the second floor were almost empty. The silence was broken only by the soft calls of birds, muffled slightly by the stone crags that made up the walls of the castle. The tall, thin window at the end of the hall filtered a line of light upon the shining floor. Torches lined the walls, set approximately twenty feet apart. The sky outside was dark, but Lady Luna's face shone bright upon her children tonight. The school seemed almost like a figment of her imagination... like an enchanting dream with magnificent creatures and gilded promises of tomorrow. A sense of indescribeable peace settled over Astrid as she made her way towards the conclusion of the hallway. It felt great to finally be home... one that would never be taken from her.
She stopped instantly in her tracks when a voice, distinctively male, came from the retired bathroom known by everyone as Moaning Myrtle's living... er... haunting quarters. She debated whether or not to turn around and exit swiftly, not wanting to disturb whoever was taking sanctuary there. However, as it usually does, her curiosity won that argument, and she slowly crept towards the door. She was deathly silent, almost like her feet never touched the polished floor below her. She came around the corner and saw the man from her Potions class... the one that sat on her row. He gave no indication that he had seen her, and she was still silent as she made her way towards him. Her back was straight, posture that of an esteemed goddess. Posture makes for a better indication of herself than first impressions alone. At least, thats what she has always told herself.
He was attractive, but that (suprisingly) wasn't the first thing she noticed. It was his eyes... the gray color so much like her own it was like looking into herself. The only difference was a circlet of green embracing the edge of each pupil. His reflection was split, the culprit of such injustice being a crack in the mirror's facade. His first impression on her was vulnerable, but then she caught the fire in his eyes. The depth there spoke volumes of his strength... and sang tales of the inner sanctity he had lost along the way. A complex character, he was. She lifted her right hand, holding it out as if to cup something delicate, and thought the word Apparitio. Her dark wand, a foot long beauty made of blackwood, told her story more than anything she could describe. It followed her soul's pattern, both inside and out, for what lay beneath the covering of the dark wood etched with swirling designs was a Chimaera's scale. Power, at its finest. The familiar tingle of power surged through her veins, and she began her approach once more.
"How do you expect to see yourself clearly in that?" She opened the conversation, more to alert him of her presence so he wouldn't be too taken off guard. She had a nasty little ability to sneak up on people, even when she didn't want to. Her pink streak stood out starkly against the white-blonde of her hair. Eyes, gray as a malstrom, churning with the same hidden eloquence and glory that his glowed with. She flicked her wand towards the glass, imagining the result she desired instead of speaking "magic words". The crease melted together, his reflection whole again. "There. The seamless face of the glass is a much better indicator of what you are trying to find," she explained, hoping that he understood the meaning of what she said. It wasn't idle chit-chat. He would know that by the look she gave him as she spoke. She wanted to discover what he was really about... there was a certain similarity between their gazes that made her inquisitive as to who he really was.
... i'm walking towards the light.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 31, 2008 10:05:54 GMT -5
"How do you expect to see yourself clearly in that?"
He had been completely lost within himself and hadn't even noticed the door opening and closing. Hadn't even noticed the delicately soft footsteps that approached slowly behind him, and even still as he was looking into a cracked mirror, he failed to notice in the reflection, a girl about his age with platinum blond hair, and a pink streak to accentuate her look. Of course, he had not been looking directly into the glass, but more so had let his eyes drift to the floor, studying the rather large sink basin that had once been the portal of doom for an unsuspecting Ravenclaw girl. As her voice cut through the silence like a hot knife to butter, he jumped slightly, his eyes having shot straight ahead to the mirror. In it's fractured reflection, he saw her.
He turned around to face the girl in disbelief as he couldn't understand why someone would just sneak up on him, here in Myrtle's Bathroom. The vast lavatory was marked as out of service, even though all of the plumbing worked, it was just marked as such due to the fact that Myrtle refuses to leave anyone alone if she is aware of their presence. His eyes took her in.
She was about his height, although he scrutinized that she was most likely a couple inches shorter than he, for he was not the tallest of the male species. He bleached blond hair stuck out, and the pink striation imposed to it stuck out even further, allowing her a touch of an edge. His eyes befell upon her own, grey, like his, but hers were completely uniform in color, as his were slightly dual-chromatic.
He had yet to say anything before she conjured her wand into her hand, then with amazing flourish, she repaired the crack in the mirror. As the crack vanished, it looked as though the two halfs of the mirror had melted together, and the end product was one clean sheet of reflective glass.
"There. The seamless face of the glass is a much better indicator of what you are trying to find,"
He glanced back at the mirror, now seeing a uniform reflection to him. It was a lie, but a pretty damn good one. His situation, although instigated by magical means, was not one that could easily be fixed by magic alone. He knew what he looked like, but he was trying to peer deeper into his soul, into his mind. Ever since he came back to school, he couldn't quite figure out how to act. He had lost himself somewhere in the middle of all the turmoil amongst his closest circle of friends. They had saved him from an untimely fate, the night of his arrival, if it weren't for Keaira, he would be a stone statue lying over top some already claimed grave site. Frowning again, he pushed those thoughts away and turned back to her.
"Thank's. I don't think that really helped though." He said, yet another frown surfacing. "You look familiar....I've definitely seen you around school....do we know eachother, by chance?" He asked as he tilted his head with a furrowed brow. He may have very well been her best friend, lover, or perhaps they hated eachother. But he doubted the latter. With his confused and foggy mind, he was lucky to have remembered as much as he did. The dreams were getting worse at night, were he was plagued with visions of what he determined to be a distorted version of his current reality. All of the things he had forgotten seemed to pop up in his sleep at night, yet, completely twisted.
(OOC: I feel it's best if you answer that question like they do know eachother a little bit. If they're the same year and house, they would have had to have been in several classes together/the common room. Just an FYI that he had his memories Obliviated prior to returning to school. Everybody thinks his parents took him out, but he doesn't remember it that way due to memory modding.)
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Post by astrid on Mar 31, 2008 16:22:45 GMT -5
these walls are filled with memories...
He scrutinized her, taking in her apperance, and she let him. The purple tanktop she wore clung to her, rising just enough at the hem to show off some of her skin. Around her waist was a belt that looked like it had been taken from a car, which it most likely had since the buckle had the symbol for Corvette. It was black and white checkered, hugging low on her hips. Her faded jeans were well-loved, this much obvious by the numerous holes adorning the stitching. They hugged her form closely, like the embrace of a friend. Her traditional jellybracelets were around her left wrist, all the way up to the middle of her forearm. The corner of her wolf paw tattoo poked out from the neckline of her top, the back of the shirt revealing most of the raven tribal that rested there, mid-flight.
Once his evaluation had been completed, he rested his eyes to match her gaze. After she mended the mirror, his eyes held a certain grief within them that almost made her desperate to help him, to give a kind word or reassuring touch. Alas, she restrained herself. Instead, she settled for shifting her weight in her black ADIO shoes, the color around the emblem matching her streak. He offered his thanks, but stated that it had helped none. He inquired if they had met before, and she gave a little half-smile, walking closer and standing at the sink next to his, leaning against the tarnished porcelain. "I've seen you in the forest, and you are in my potions class, but other than that I haven't seen you anywhere except the common room," she mused, not suprised that he hadn't remembered her. Mostly, their interaction was her spotting him at a distance in the Forbidden Forest. Typically, she escaped into the forest to be away from humans, or the day-to-day routine that had sucked her into a spiral. Because of this, she usually left him alone. They were the same year, and the same house, so naturally she had seen him around, but not much other than that. She gave him another look, one that not even she knew the meaning behind, and decided to offer her name. "I'm Astrid Cole Vuittan," she voiced, giving him a slight nod of an introduction.
Astrid always used her full name. She was proud of it... of her family. Even though she didn't know who they were. She wasn't entierly sure it was their real name... but she had accepted it nonetheless. It made her think of them, which was the initial purpose. At this moment, she kept her gaze on him, the silence that fell not feeling misplaced or awkward. He had problem, but then again, didn't everyone? The churning gray whispered half-heard stories of what he had been through... of the torture he was putting himself through. It also held many questions. Perhaps she could help him find answers? Only time would be able to answer that question.
... both perfect and in pain.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Mar 31, 2008 22:01:42 GMT -5
"I've seen you in the forest, and you are in my potions class, but other than that I haven't seen you anywhere except the common room,"
He nodded his head as she informed him of the various places around Hogwarts in which they had interacted, or seen each other. He didn't know it by the way she was dressed, so very punk-princess like, the girls that wore the rubber bracelets, and the unique-chic car belts around their waists, she belonged to the same house as he. Judging from her appearance, which appealed to him for some reason, he got the feeling that she was a very comfortable and cool person to be around. The left corner of his mouth quirked up ever so slightly, almost hinting to the beginning of a smile.
But what was he doing in the Forbidden Forest? Wasn't it, Forbidden? What had SHE been doing in the Forest? So many questions came up as his inner cogs and wheels began to turn as he eyed her.
"I'm Astrid Cole Vuittan,"
His eyebrows raised up as she had introduced herself in the fashion that he had done so many times before in previous years. It had been a habit of his on and off. Sometimes people made fun of him for doing it, as the middle name was so unnecessary these days, it was almost pointless to have one. Nobody called him Orion, except for his mum, and that was only paired with his first name whenever he had done something to displease her. Feeling inclined to follow suit, he responded with his own name.
"Darko." He said with a smile. He extended his left hand forward, instead of the expected right hand, for a formal shake as his smile shaped itself into a grin.
"Thank you for distracting me, Astrid." He began as he brought his hand back and began to run it through his long, dark brown hair. He stole a quick glance of himself in the mirror, before turning back to her and continuing. "Sometimes I find myself spending too much time alone, dwelling on things that I have no control over. It's probably best that I...kill...that habit off, eh?" He said as he turned to the faucet and twisted the knobs. He ran his hands under the stream of water, and then thrust them both backwards through his hair, giving a more suave look, the now long, dark locks unable to fall before his eyes and face. He looked up into the now conformed mirror to see a new face, a face of confidence and disregard for his somber feelings. His eyes looked a bit greener now, as the halo of pale green seemed to overpower the gray, but still the gray remained, as now a halo around the edges.
He began to unbutton the cuffs of his white button down with navy blue pinstripes, and began to roll them up to his elbows. The shirt underneath was pale yellow colored tee shirt from HollisterCO., one of his favorite muggle stores from when he used to live in America. He wore boot cut jeans with a slight tear across the thigh, they were a dark wash, faded, and had a distressed hem at the opening of the legs. His choice of footwear had been some white Diesels. After he had finished rolling up his sleeves, he couldn't help but feel a bit confined in his choice of clothing, wondering why he had chosen such an outfit.
It had only been a matter of seconds since he had turned away from Astrid, but when he turned back around she still held her gaze on him.
"So, Astrid. What d'you do for fun?" He asked as he took a couple steps toward her. His usually proper English accent seemed to falter and sounded much more relaxed and almost cockney.
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Post by astrid on Apr 1, 2008 17:04:34 GMT -5
Turn around and fix your eye in my direction...
Astrid smirked when he extended his left hand to her. Interesting. She would have to throw in a loop-hole of her own. Instead of taking his hand directly for a shake, she reached out with her left hand and slipped her slender fingers around his forearm, hers resting in his palm. It was a different kind of handshake, one so ancient that its origins and meaning were lost deep in the chasm of time. Gifting her lips with a true smile, she inclined her head slightly in greeting. "Pleasure to meet you, Darko." Once the salutation had been comepleted, she retracted her limb and replaced it at her side. He followed suit, then thanked her for distracting him. Running his hand through his thick hair, she noticed his sly glance in the mirror. Turning back, he explained how he had been dwelling on things too much. She nodded in understanding. "Too much worrying typically only makes matters worse," she offered to his question.
He turned once more, running water in the faucet. It was suprisingly clear, in contrast to her assumption that this room was filled with brown, muddy liquid spilling from the tarnished silver faucets' mouths. He cleaned up a bit, running his hands through his dark chocolate hair. Upon finishing his assessment in the mirror, he began to fuss with his outfit. It wasn't long until he turned back and faced her, his eyes now more green than gray, the colors seeming to have switched places in his pools. He smiled, all previous thoughts of his misfortunes seeming to have dissappeared for the time being. A grin crept slowly across her features as he stepped closer, inquiring what it was she did for fun. She turned her face into one of mock pondering, then supplied him with her answer. "The usual..." she began, casually stepping a bit closer to Darko as she finished. "Just stirring up trouble. And you?" Her typically diluded French accent lept out as she spoke now, the words sounding more like a lullaby than a simple conversation. His English accent had caused the reaction, along with the quirk of the corner of her lips into a sweet half-grin. Her eyes danced, the varying shades of steel sparking and churning together like a mighty tempest. This was getting better by the second. She couldn't tell if he was interested yet, but there was definately something static between them. Something called chemistry.
... so you can see we have a connection.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Apr 1, 2008 18:30:50 GMT -5
He glanced down as she did something that not everyone does when offered a hand to shake. As a matter of fact, he couldn't think of any time, or anybody for that matter, who had done what Astrid just did. She, instead of grasping his hand firmly, slid her fingers around his forarm, allowing her own to lay against his palm. Instinctually following her example, he wrapped his fingers around her forearm as they gave a slight shake to each other.
"What an int'resting way of shaking hands..." He mused as he brought his own hand back by his side.
After he had finished quaffing and modifying his appearance slightly, he had turned back and asked her what she did for fun. The trouble maker inside of him seemed to have sprung to life, for her response sparked a mischievous fire in him that he hadn't felt in ages. There was so much responsibility that was weighing over him, making him WANT to forget, making him push farther away from the forgotten memories. His confusion on the matter had yielded him such mental turmoil, that he was just ready to let go of it all. He surrendered to his impulses and inner emotions, thus, Alessandro became Darko, the side of him that yearned for self indulgence; mischief, fun, the part of him that wanted so desperately to say: "Sod off, you silly twit" and forget about all of his worries and cares. This was about him now.
"Trouble, eh?" He said frowning and shaking his head. "It sounds like you're up to no good. No good at all." He said slyly with a look of fire and excitement in his eyes. "As for me? Well I'm...." He trailed off, letting his voice drop low, and smooth. He glanced around the bathroom as if he was trying to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. He gestured for her to come closer, with a look of well controlled adventure beheld in his eyes.
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Post by astrid on Apr 12, 2008 17:01:40 GMT -5
But hold your breath, because tonight...
Astrid gained a dark gleam in her slate eyes. He was right. She was up to no good. In fact, she had been on her way to the forest again. Not to be a rebel and go against the rules... but simply because she relished in the energy that the trees provided; the shelter they offered, and their guidance. There, she felt the most powerful. It was in those ancient root systems that the true energy at Hogwart's resided. Not within the man-made walls, but outside. The heartbeat of all magic was in the earth. No one seemed to know that anymore, save for those who cared to look past the exterior of the mysteries surrounding the woods and search deeper to the core of the towering lumber.
Snapping out of her reverie, she relized her power had become slightly amplified by her memories of the woodlands. She quickly suppressed it, sending the energy into her wand until she could release it later on tonight. A patronus charm would have to be concocted if all that extra magic was to be released back into nature to rejoin the flow. She didn't know what would happen if Darko noticed the sudden surge of her powers around him. Most likely not, unless he had been expecting it. That burst of energy was nothing compared to what she could create once outside in open air. Once he spoke, however, she knew the level of her increased energy had slipped by unnoticed by the striking man standing before her.
He frowned, shaking his head as if in mock scrutiny. Then he began another sentence, looking around as though there were others amidst the dank walls of the retired bathroom, and beckoned her nearer. A request she gladly complied. He whispered into her ear that he was on a mission, and another smirk lightened her features. "C'est vrai?"1 she mused, replacing her face so that she was, once again, looking into his eyes. Hers were now full of interest, flickering with the sparks of mischivous thoughts. "And what kind of mission, if I may be so privelaged with the information?" she questioned, giving him a look that gave away nothing but her curiosity.
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1 - "It's true?"
... will be the night that I will fall for you.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Apr 14, 2008 2:08:43 GMT -5
His eyes flickered darkly as he could tell he had sparked a devious interest within this precious bird.
"Oui, c'est ca." He replied. He didn't know much French, but he knew enough to get by. "It's a secret...if I told you...I would have to kill you." He said lowly, he found himself beginning to circle her, eying her like some predator. "However, you're free to join me if you'd like, that is, if you're not afraid to push the boundaries of the rules a bit." Oh it was so sweet, like offering candy to an infant. He turned and walked briskly toward the door and pulled it open, only to stop and turn back to her.
"Well, you commin' or not?" He asked with an arched brow of provocation. He didn't really have any mission at all, of course all of this was just talk, but he could think of something, some tasty little scheme, some devious little plan that would give them something fun to do during this lazy afternoon. He had never felt so dangerous before, so forward. It was exhilirating as he was basically flirting openly, and shamelessly with a girl that he probably knew before his memory loss. Oh what would she think? Poor Alessandro's a couple pages short of a spell book? He smiled as he looked at her, then turned his head toward the open door. He was sure that she would accept his invitation to mischief, and together they would stir up some magical mayhem and see how it would play out.
He was energized. He was ready. He was a new man.
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Post by astrid on May 10, 2008 0:56:17 GMT -5
So baby, let's keep it light and fun...
Astrid was truly interested to see where this game would lead her and this mysterious Darko fellow. He had begun to circle her, and she allowed him to do so. Her eyes, a mixture of slate gray, charcoal, and every color in between, swirled as she watched his almost predatory motions. To put it frankly: the boy was hot. He extended an offer and she could hear the roughness of his voice. It was like coarse velvet... if that was even possible. "Oui, mon homme," she cooed, stepping from the circle he had seemed to cast around her. Her heart lulled to a thick drone, the voice she spoke in seeming that of a prime seducer. Sure, she had her plaything every once and a while... a little random toy to mess around with... but nothing close to a steady messing-around relationship since... well, since Troy.
Shaking her head from her reverie, she paced towards Darko in the posture typical of a woman who knows how to use everything she has to her advantage. "What did you have planned for us to do on this 'mission', mon homme?" she purred in that voice again... she would have to use it more often. It was like silk pouring from her lips. Silk lined with poison, if one dared to inspect it closely. They seemed a match: the deciever and the seducer. Sounds like a recepie for some fun on such a drole night. And who knows? Maybe something would come out of this.
After all, she needed a new playmate. And who better than the one who seemed to echo her?
As if decoding her thoughts, a tinkle of Myrtle's laughter resounded ever so softly against the floors and ceilings of the bathroom as the two made their exit.
... only hell will know of pleasures begun.
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