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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 22, 2013 6:32 pm
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Gypsy is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Adorkable at Locationspace CURRENTLY // singlespaces CURRENTLY WITH // Chimerasspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Curiousspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Maybe they'll fill in the blanks...' spacespac ஒ ஒ ஒ Who shot that arrow in your throat? ஒ ஒ ஒ Who missed the crimson apple? ஒ ஒ ஒ It hung heavy on the tree above your head ஒ ஒ ஒ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
Gypsy wandered down the Third Floor Corridor, curious. A meeting had been called, not some impromptu thing like the one with Jacob and Toby, but an actual meeting? Color her shocked. After all, Jacob'd wanted them, the younger recruits, to meet up then because they'd heard nothing since the Summer. But, she was hopeful that this meeting out paint a clearer picture of what this group was supposed to be about. They'd been given next to nothing before, and it made it a little weird. But there should be answers today, which was good, because that's what she wanted. She would, of course, be reporting everything back to Jer... provided he didn't show up himself. She wouldn't put it past the blonde... but for once, she wasn't up for his antics. After all, she wanted answers, and she probably wouldn't be getting any if she pissed the older Chimera's off. So she made a note to be on her best behavior... for once.
═════════════════════════════════════════════════ ஒ ஒ ஒ This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars ஒ ஒ ஒ
(( OOC: )) ...
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:07 pm
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xxxxxShortly after James arrived, a cloaked figured arrived. It was likely another Chimera. After all, Heather did nothing about it. Eventually, the figure revealed herself to be the Gryffindor girl. It was a bit odd that the two were only a year apart and yet they hardly knew each other. That was the way things were. It was difficult to get to know people when they were not in the same classes or the same house. "Alrecht," James replied. At the moment, that was the truth. She was feeling fine. That was not to say what might happen later would leave her feeling otherwise.
xxxxxShortly after, Marina showed up. They were supposed to be in the same year, but because James had missed the O.W.L.S, the Slytherin was now ahead of her. Being a Slytherin, James did not expect her to feel anything toward what had happened to herself and her sister. Slytherins were not exactly known for being caring and considerate, and so it came as a bit of a surprise when Marina offered an apology for not doing anything about what happened last year. "Ainae much 'at can be dain abit it noo," she replied in her thick Scottish accent. "It's in th' pest. There's nae much we can dae but learn frae it.
xxxxxA short time later, two of the new members appeared in the hallway. She only knew the one because she had chosen her. Gypsy. She was one of the more restless Ravenclaws, something that James thought would be a good idea to have in the group. There were Ravenclaws who sat around and thought about great ideas, and then there were Ravenclaws who actually put those ideas to the test. And that was the sort of Ravenclaw that was needed for the Chimeras. That much James knew. The young woman smiled in acknowledgement of the two newcomers.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:58 pm
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¢єяι ∂ανιєѕ fιяѕт уєαя нυffℓєρυff
ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє fяσм уσυя ℓιєѕ уσυ'яє ѕσ ѕєℓf ѕαтιѕfιє∂ ι ∂σи'т иєє∂ уσυ ι'νє gσт тσ вяєαк fяєє gσ∂ киσωѕ, gσ∂ киσωѕ ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє
Ceri was face deep in her book, thinking the way ahead of her was clear when the girl bumped into her. The Hufflepuff girl fell to her butt as well, landing on her bum hard. "Ow. Sorry," she said, looking up at the girl. It was one of the girls from her class... Eira, she thought her name was. She picked up her book, only it wasn't. So she had been reading and walking too. The Great Expectations, not a bad selection. Eira was offering her her book back. "Um, yeah. It's a book you'd think an eleven year old would read, but my stepmother forced it on me. And I kinda like it, I guess. I like your book too. Here," she held out the girl's book with one hand and took her book back with the other. "So, uh... you like reading too?" Duh, of course she did. No one else would be reading that book at that age if they didn't. Stupid question, Ceri...
{συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя: ...}
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 10:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 5:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2015 9:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:57 pm
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About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read No time Get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath No time The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death XXXXXX
мυɢɢℓєвσяиє ▽ sιиɢℓє ▽ υиcσиғιиє∂
⊰Gia was walking along the hallways, with her tools this time, to do some more thorough investigation of the enchanted paintings and suits of armor. It helped that the school actually had a friggen armory at their disposal. Jesus Christ, just how old was this place? Did Jesus himself ever walk these halls? She scoffed at her own thought in amusement; she had read Hogwarts, A History of course, she knew roughly how old the school was. Still, the walking of Jesus question was still rather valid. The castle might've been built on this land but He might've walked on it at some point. Meh, now she was digging into philosophy when what she really wanted to do was much more destructive. She paused in front of a painting of a couple swinging, another Victorian piece from the large and heavy looking clothing although it looked a hell of a lot better than the get up those prisses at the tea party had. Just as she was about to question them the woman being pushed on the painting yet out a scream alerting the man who stopped and screamed as well causing her to roll her eyes at their dramatics. It would seem she had garnered a reputation among the Hogwarts paintings, causing her to be undesirable number one. Well if they just answered her questions instead of being retarded she wouldn't have to try and chip their paint. "Oh don't flatter yourselves, I'm pretty sure if you did have a secret entrance it wouldn't be to anything of interest anyway." Gia told them drolly before continuing on. She walked another few feet before she finally stopped in front of the painting she had been told about by Lori; it was of the three musketeers, or people that resembled them at least, so she should at the very least get a decent conversation out of them. "Good evening gentlemen, I have a couple of questions for you." she started off before rattling out a few questions about their origins, what they remembered, and most importantly, if they observed anything odd about their portrait or the paintings around them. There were two that seemed rather put off by her but thankfully the one that didn't was rather eager to talk to anyone that wasn't just those around him. Apparently he had never really gotten the hang of walking painting to painting. The best part was he primarily spoke Italian, so when she replied in kind the other two started in with interest. Mainly about their lives and their feats of heroics and maybe one or two sentences about the annoying hag that keeps letting a draft in. Wait, what?!⊱
Wearing △Where ~Third Floor Corridor △With ~No one △What ~Lurking △OOC ~ So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low
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