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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 3, 2007 10:42:58 GMT -5
But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die
Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way
Zachary sounded odd when he talked about blood. Aria's astute 'people watching' skills automaticly kicked in, her shock had drawn the words out of her, now the words were being drawn back in. His whole demeanor changed, his hands shook ever so slightly his deep eyes gleamed, it was like his whole body had a physical reaction to the mere suggestion of drinking. Ariadne sighed, she had so many questions to ask Zack, but most of them were personal, or cruel, or would just sound wrong coming from her mouth. She merely nodded as the sixth year finished, her instincive quiet nature slowly taking hold of her again.
"Oh don't tell me that." she protested as he apologized for staring at her chest, "You've completely ruined my carefully trained, all people are scum even vampires, mentality. How dare you." the girl quipped crossly. After giving Zack a nicel ong glare Ariadne ran both hands through her hair, one on either side of the middle part so that her bone straight red hair fell into place after the running. 'Into place' meant that it was almost completely covering her face. This prevented stares, allowed her a kind of mental feeling of security, and blocked the lighto fhte sun as it began to emerge. Her mother had once said Ariadne was part were-wolf because she loved the night and the moon.
"Go ahead and kill him, just make sure I can watch." Ariadne said dourly a shadow falling across her face as she fell into stride beside Zachary. "And of course I'm interested, I really don't see who wouldn't be. Except for....you know any normal vaguely sane person. I've lived long enough in this crazy place so I really don't mind of someone finds my body in a ditch somewhere. My parents would sure be happy."
You're just so pretty in your pain
Give up my way, and I could be anything
<< you call that crappy? your posts are scary good Deven, mine suck. And how dare you feel like that about shoes! I love shoes, they're so much fun. I don't care what I'm wearing really, I just like shoes lol.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 3, 2007 11:05:03 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x He laughed slightly before bending backward and somehow pushing himself back onto his feet. The reason, even he didn't know rat blood gave a short snap of energy which was entertaining to do things with even if it was a little show off like. As he listened to her his mask like face drifted slightly upward and to the left watching the owls but at the same time not. The truth to a lot of people was vampires hated light. It was not true in the past they had to only come out at night until of course if was found that dragon fat and some other ingredients could make a good covering for upto 48hours in the sun thus Zack put it on everyday.
"Well not all people are scum, yeah I must admit that malfoy boy is a little piece of it mostly for the fact he has no loyalty. My brother yes because he couldn't care less what was happening but some have feelings. Although would you class a dead body but living mind heart and lungs as something capible of feelings? I don't know really well I suppose the ledgend that we never cry isn't right my maker was crying when we were talking just before she went. although we can only cry twice in one lifetime, or 150 years really. My rant is now over"
He chuckled lightly, yes when he got going he liked to talk or rant or maybe just babble on but it was moderatley fun.
A frown knit his eyebrows together lightly as she talked about the other guy. So she either was related to him, friends gone wrong, an ex or just plain and simply some other explanation trhat right now Zack couldn't focus on.
"I'd call you up to watch then... Although I only drink blood of evil-doers basically because innocent people are no fun anymore."
He shrugged and again metally punnished hismelf for it, a new habbit of shrugging after every few minuets wasn't one he wanted because it gave him a sense of dumbness and evryone knew that he was average at studies. Turning the collar of his robes up against his face and taking the green scalf out of his pocket and wrapping it around his neck he sighed lightly.
"I suppose I never ffound it interesting I just wanted to live forever although it could have been a mistake... I don't know but if I want to die theres always fires... I don't know about my father, he died a while ago, but my mother couldn't give a damn about me unless she has to. For example last year I got into a bit of a fight with Adam Weasley and knocked him unconscious with a beaters bat. The school sent a letter home and she sent back. 'Zack that wasn't nice'. I gave up a long time ago trying to be part of my family they don't seem to want me. Armand sometimes has to look twice at me to even notice I'm his brother. Helody, well everyone thinks she's dead but she sent the letter so keep that quiet will you?"
He turned watching her lightly before continuing walking in the light dappled shadows that had errupted on the ground when the sun had tried to beat it's way through the thick clouds.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 16, 2007 20:21:05 GMT -5
I'll make my own way
Without your senseless hate... hate... hate... hate.
"You certainly like the sound of your own voice don't you?" Ariadne observed causticly, "And I know not all people are scum, I just never seem to be able to find anyone who isn't. Thus, I must just attract scummy people." Zack was making her talk, and she didn't like it, talking put her in a bad mood. Mostly because when she talked she tended to reveal things she'd rather no one know about her. Aria didn't really believe the words she was telling Zachary, the fifteen year old had seen the worst sides of humanity and had been utterly disgusted by them. Worse, disgusted by herself that she could be subject to the same weaknesses and vices as the rest of the population. Unlike some people, the idiocies of humanity failed to amuse her, they just reminded her why she stayed aloof from everyone. But Zack was different, and she was beginning to hate him for it.
"Evil doesn't exactly describe Lazar. Waste of flesh, abominable, shameless, repulsive, and loathesome, are more the words I would use to describe him. His blood would probably make you terminally ill, but by all means, drain him to a husk." Ariadne flashed Zachary a smile that was more a grimace, "There," she said, "My rant is now over."
His family sounded somewhat like her's; screwed up. Her father was completely oblivious to the fact she exhisted, and any time her mother looked at her now-a-days the stupid woman burst into tears and proclaimed that Ariadne was no longer her sweet little girl. No shit mum. "My lips are sealed." the witch assured him, "Although, I'm not sure who I could tell. If I told my mum that I met a vampire who had a sister everyone thought was dead she'd probably put me on anti-psychotics again. To stop those 'terrible voices' that apparantly she thinks made me do everything." There, there it was, the opening that Ariadne let slip, that doorway to her past. This, was why she avoided talking. Aria shoved her hands into her pockets and stared at her boots, her long straight hair shielding her face.
So run, run, run
And hate me, if it feels good.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 17, 2007 13:26:21 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack's shoulders fell into a slight shrug but he stopped himself half way and dropped then harshly causing them to jutter his arms. However he acted as if it was impossible to tell he had just removed his shoulders from their sockets and then shoved them back in without any pain at all. Infact it was only a quater of the pain felt when you prick your finger on a needle. His eyes seemed to look at her for a moment too long although his brain was slowley working around her words and eventually it seemed that between blinks he'd fathomed his face into a slight smile, one not obvious by the lips but the whole face just had a label of 'smile'.
"Never really listen to myself to say I love it... Although now I think about it I seem to babble on a little too much to you. You're too easy to just talk to."
His black hair shifted lightly with a small push of wind, he wiped his hands on his jeans after seeing them shine with the dampness from the grass and casually placed them in his jean pockets.
"Sure, hey evildoers blood tastes the best plus it doesn't leave as much guilt on your conscience. Although being terminally ill isn't a problem with me, I'm immune to everything. Why do you think vampires survive for millenia upon millenia?"
His voice was plain but had a slightly phantom soleminity to it, dry and hoarse yet truthfully moist and normal. Perhaps it was the way the winds wrapped it and psuhed it away before bursting the bubble it was held in and setting it far away. He took a hand out the pocket and examined it watchign his thumb simply turn completely around as if it was simple and nothing more than plain mortal play.
"Yeah, this is not something I say often but Thank you. It's hard enough making up excuses why I'm so white more than you said your sister died why have I been told she's on an island? Families are just rotten most of the time, truth betold I'm envious of those with decency in their households. Voices? You sound like Armand in that context. He was possitive that William of Normandy gave him a personal review of the battle of hastings... My mother thought he was a special child and by that I mean she favoured him even more. Being young at the time I tried it... Didn't really work."
His left eye closed into a quick wink and he continued to walk on pulling his feet along the floor lazily.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 21, 2007 15:03:52 GMT -5
I can't hear your screams anymore
You lied to me
Ariadne was done, just all done talking. She had just said more to this boy in thirty minutes than she had said in five months, and surprisingly none of it was: yes, no, whatever or even, screw you. All of which were her normal responses to questions other people asked. She couldn't help it, he was actually interesting, much more than the automatons she normally encountered. 'The undead boy is more alive than the live ones.' she couldn't help thinking. Aria glanced at him again from behind her red hair, then she shrugged deliberately in response to his statement. He obviously was irritated at himself when he did it, the girl couldn't understand that. A simple shrug was such an easy way out it could brush someone off or answer a stupid question when you didn't have the drive to do it yourself.
"No problem. Contrary to popular opinion I don't go out of my way to make trouble." Damn. He'd gotten her to talk again. Stupid boy. Ariadne didn't care if he was immortal she was going to kill him for this. With a sigh she kicked a rock, it sailed from her boot and landed with a thunk next to some hufflepuff girl who looked up. She looked like she wanted to say something, but after staring at Ariadne walking next to Zack for a moment she turned away. A ghost of a smile crept across the witch's face. Tucking some of her hair behind her peirced ear she whispered to Zack, "I don't really hear voices. Sometimes I wish I did though, they would be way better to listen to than people." She made a face, Ariadne managed to make the word 'people' sound like a swear word with the amount of disgust and venom she put into it.
But I'm older now
And I'm not buying baby
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Sept 22, 2007 9:34:12 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x Zack interlocked his fingers and thought for a moment, stopping while he did it and then continued cracking each knuckle seperatly with a disturbing pleasure about the sound. His fingers fell further back than humanly possible and his thumb took a great amount of pressure to cause them to bend more than they could before breaking into the sound of cracking bones. As he turned his body to look at Ariadne his cheek was scratched by a branch and the blood seeped down his right cheek yet in around ten seconds the scratch had gone and so had the blood. He seemed impentirable to those that saw this splendor. The sky was greying over and his eyes had taken on the deep smokey, stormy grey that filtered into the clouds making them seem towering and evil unlike the white fluff that they usually resembled. Zacks face held a certain posture of straight and proud yet as he stopped looking to his left it dropped along with his straight back and shoulders into a lazy slouch.
His nails ran along the vein passages in his hands and his eyes seemed to x-ray underneath his skin seeing the blood tranfer through his skin. Maybe that was the reason he stood in front of the mirror, his vision was indiscribable. The blood flowing like streams through thin passages were visiable to a thirsty vampire in others yet all the time visible on their own bodies. He'd never dared himself to stand and watch his heart it drove his ears to madness.
"Trouble is my middle name."
It was monotone the way he said this humerous line, well when it was said as a joke. Of course his middle name was not trouble and he was joking yet his voice was quieting itself and the way he said it was what humans would not understand. His head shot up and watched a silver and brown owl just leaving the tree that was above them. A viscous thought passed through his mind, he wanted nothign more than to jump up and rip the bird apart yet right now he was enjoying the walk.
"Well I could be the voice inside your head... quite literally. See the magic powers of vampire minds are far superior and therefore we can listen to thoughts and send our own. Then again I'm not exactly a person as in human so talking is no problem I suppose?"
His eyebrows raised in a comical expression of questioning as he waited for her comeback, if their was one.
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Post by Ariadne Kaisarov on Sept 26, 2007 16:42:38 GMT -5
Demanding my response
Don't bother breaking the door down
He couldn't come up with a better line than that? That was used so many times it was past cliche, but Ariadne didn't mind it. Zack had the perfect expression and emeanor to pull something like that off. "Well," Aria sniped sarcastically, "That's not very good for me then is it? The last thing I need is more trouble." The final sentence was said quietly, to herself even though she knew Zack could hear it. A bitter wind picked up through the grounds, it carried the cold of the northern mountains. Clad only in her scanty school uniform and black cotton hoodie Ariadne shivered at the cold, it bit through her clothes deep to her skin. The young witch huddled inside the hoodie making herself look even smaller than she really was.
Ariadne's eyes widened unconciously, that was going just a bit too far. "So....It's kind of like Legilimensy?" she asked curiously. For the moment she ignored the comment about being the voice in her head, but powerfully focused on an image of herself giving Zack a rude gesture. Just in case he was looking. Ariadne didn't like other people being able to breach her mind's defences, there was just something...wrong about a stranger's conciousness touching her own. "If your an Occlumens can you stop it?" the queried anxiously. As it happened Ariadne was fairly accomplished in Occlumency, but she didn't want to waste energy on it if it didn't work.
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Post by Zachary Lennox on Oct 1, 2007 12:59:37 GMT -5
z a c h a r y . l e n n o x His fingers interlocked gently before pulling apart harshly, his body twisting and jumping as an owl jumped out of the tree and swooped downward. He couldn't stand the birds which in Zack's terms was fear. He composed himself concentrating on Ariadne's words but on the owl as it made it's way to the tower.
"More touble? I won't ask unless I can prize it from you."
He gave a cheeky smile tilting his head like a puppy and then continued in his solemn mannor. His mouth muscles were all relaxed, not a single one holding his lips in the usual smirking stance. His grey eyes where firmly fixed ahead but his step had decreased dramatically to a slower pace and fell into almost stopping as he looked to his right doging a tree stump on the ground and pulling his shoulders into a soft shrug with a sort of unquestionable reasoning for this motion.
- I'm not supposed to be on and my mother was sorta hissing at me to get off so I'll finnish this as soon as possible which probably means Friday  -
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