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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Aug 28, 2008 4:06:22 GMT -5
Sitting down on a huge boulder, Lucretia was murmuring to herself. She was going to go inside, but staying just on the outskirts was much safer, no need to answer suspicious questions.
She had disappeared for a while, thankfully not running into anyone she knew, for all she cared, everyone could just run along thinking she was buried six feet underground... and it wouldn't matter to her. The less human she would come across contact the better it would be for her.
Out of habit, Lucretia looked around, knowing full well that they weren’t following her today. For the next 8 hours and 30… 29 minutes of the day she could do whatever she wanted without fear of being watched.
It was pathetic that all this time she had, and all she could really do was sit on a stupid boulder and look at the shrieking shack…. pathetic.
It wasn’t just because she couldn’t do anything, but afraid that poof out of nowhere the two would just suddenly appear from thin air… she needed to stop thinking about them.
With another heavy sight, she got up, stretching her muscles a bit, she might as well do that if she were going to sit here for 8 hours and 28 minutes.
Sitting back down she snorted at the thought of even keeping track of time… time was so slow… why did she have to suffer along with it?
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Aug 28, 2008 21:29:05 GMT -5
Chase wasn't going to the shack; he had no interest in it. What he did have an interest in was complete and total solitude. Yeah, it was a little close to the club, but maybe Chase was feeling a little masochistic right now. He hated the world, hated everyone in it, so why not hate himself, too?
He saw a familiar form up ahead and stopped in his tracks, disbelieving. He hadn't seen her in three months, and after the way they'd parted, he'd been glad of it. He'd done a hell of a lot of things he regretted just to forget about her.
His jaw set at that thought. She'd had her chance, and he'd had enough of her. She'd proved to him that last day that she was as two-faced as he'd suspected, and she'd discarded him like an old toy. Chase didn't realize he'd stopped, or that he was staring, eyes blazing, and still, somehow dead. He was done with her. Done with everyone.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Aug 29, 2008 4:18:44 GMT -5
Why is it that she was still here counting? She ought to have a life, instead of wasting her time watching the scenery. Getting up she stretched her muscles again, she would live a bit for today. Looking down at her attire, she straightened out her black shorts and maroon tank top. Worn just to annoy her parents, they always preferred what they called ‘morally acceptable’ attires; she was not going to live up to their expectations.
Turning around, she faced the last person she wanted to see. A rush of memories, some good, and some painful buzzed in her mind. A low hiss escaped her lips, almost a full week without having to see anyone and she was repaid by this.
How should she reply? She wasn’t sure, maybe she should just side step him and act as if this little meeting never occurred, or she could prod the wound a little bit further. She was done with relationships, not wanting to have more people used against her… not wanting to get close and have another door shut in her face.
Cautiously she turned to look behind him, no one. Turning to look behind her still not one person. With a sigh she relaxed, hostility gone, but something was different. Chase wasn’t the same, there was anger… but she wasn’t sure what the source was.
“Hello Chase.” She finally said softly, her voice had changed, any strength it had was diminished. She was tired… weak. The former strength she once held was no more, drained out of her. She just wanted this to end well, but it didn’t seem she would be able to side step this.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Aug 30, 2008 13:43:28 GMT -5
Chase's eyes narrowed, despite the softness of her voice. "Storm," he said, the word meant to be cold, though the coldness was a thin veil over all the heat, the anger, the hurt. He told himself to walk away, to turn his back on her and head back to the castle now, before she could pull him in the way she always had. She was a weakness for him, and he was done with weakness. He was done with everything.
He couldn't seem to turn, though. Maybe some part of him wondered, if he did, would she pull her wand on him? Would she taunt him to his back, call him to her only to remind him that he was nothing to her? He ignored the thoughts, though. He wasn't afraid of her, not in the least. He was numb to her. It had been long enough now that he'd buried that part of him that had wanted her once, that part of him that had walked away from Dru wanting to turn to Storm, to their easy, intimate conversations.
But they had been a lie, and there wasn't a chance for her anymore. She'd almost had him convinced that the wickedness in her was for show, and then they'd met in the forest again, and he'd seen the truth. Chase didn't say any more, but waited for her, letting her have the last word if she wanted it so much.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Aug 30, 2008 14:48:20 GMT -5
She looked away from him, not wanting this anymore. She returned to where she was sitting, the thought of walking past him was too much, she would do this slowly, besides, it didn’t seem like he wanted to stay. What could she say? That she was sorry? Bullnuts, she wasn’t sorry for anything, he hurt her just as much as he had to her.
“It’s been a while.” Was all she could muster, was he expecting her to taunt him, to tell him that she was so glad that she had gotten rid of him. He probably wanted her to go on ranting, to get it all out so that he could walk away just as she had at the forest.
She was still facing him, her eyes trying to read his expression, her gaze drifting over his forehead, down his temple to his jaw, lingering on his lips, all but his eyes, too afraid to look into them and see how wrong she had been. Shutting her eyes for a brief moment she would have to muster the courage to look into them. Her eyes looked up, flinching at the sight of his eyes. Her hands turned to restraining fists, but what was she restraining herself from? Hurting him again? Or hurting herself, but she would deserve it.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 1, 2008 12:46:57 GMT -5
He should have walked away the moment he'd seen her, Chase told himself. He was just giving her another chance to start the games all over again if he stayed. She was already doing it, with that expression on her face, in her dark eyes, that whispered that she felt something of what he did. Bullshit. It was an act; he'd learned that the hard way.
Chase's jaw tightened as he worked to pull himself back, to leash emotion and harden himself against her. She wouldn't touch him again, wouldn't make it past his defenses. She was a liar, a damn good one, and he wouldn't be fooled by her again.
"Not long enough," Chase said at last. He could have gone the rest of his life without being reminded of everything that had happened. With her. Because of her. Chase let his anger simmer.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 1, 2008 12:54:33 GMT -5
She raised a brow. So thats how it was going to be. That was fine by her. She wanted him to be absolutely angry at her, so that she would no longer feel the urge to comfort him. Looking behind him once more, her eyes fell to the floor unable to look back up.
"No, not long enough. Having me here probably ruins everything. At least now you don't have to worry about dealing with me and continue on your fun with those other girls." Lucretia had been gone for quite a while, she was completely unaware of what was going on. He was probably just mad to see her, but she was sure that if she left, he'd probably just go to one of those other girls he plays around with to get 'laid'.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 1, 2008 15:06:08 GMT -5
Chase's eyes narrowed further, and he bit back the urge to tell her that no, there weren't other girls anymore, that he'd given them up months ago. He'd had that whirlwind after he and Dru had broken up, and then he'd gotten bored of the whole game.
But he and Storm weren't friends, he didn't even know her, didn't want to know her, so he forced the heat of anger from his eyes as much as he was able and gave her a cold look. "You being here doesn't change a thing," he said, his eyes flickering crimson with the lie, no matter how much he told himself it was the truth. "The girls at Hogwarts keep me so busy I wouldn't have time to think about you even if I wanted to." Another lie, though from the picture the Daily Prophet painted, he was as busy as ever.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 2, 2008 0:04:44 GMT -5
Lucretia flinched, it sort of hurt, just to be forgotten. Getting up she came to stand two paces away, she was looking into his eyes with a narrowed look.
"Lies." she murmured for only herself to hear, his eyes always gave him away.
"Really? I've been forsaken once again." She turned around walking a few paces away from him again. She turned towards him her jaw clenched.
"I'm serious Chase... how have you really been?" she wasn't expecting a straight answer, but despite that she would know if he was lying or not. As convincing as his words were, somehow she found his crimson eyes to tell a story of its own.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 4, 2008 22:07:14 GMT -5
"Contemplating the wrong end of a wand, kitten," Chase answered. His life was one massive screw-up, and yes, he had thought about it, though he didn't specifically intend on carrying through with it. Still, it was tempting, and with Storm drawing him out, completely unwillingly, the thought returned.
"But I'm sure no one would cry for me, so I'm not worried. What about you, kitten? Would you take the time to spit on my grave, or walk on by?" He didn't know why he asked. He couldn't believe a word she said. He wouldn't fall for her tortured-but-gentle-soul act again.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 5, 2008 7:34:59 GMT -5
She ignored the nickname. It brought back a few old memories, but she pushed that back down forgetting about the past.
"I'd do what any human should do. Bow my head at another human loss lay a rose and leave. I wouldn't cry, it wouldn't help. I wouldn't walk away... because that would prove just how weak I am. I wouldn't spit... because even if you might despise me... I have nothing against you." she shrugged a bit. It didn't sound all sad and heartbroken, but it was just bluntly put out there. She was not going to hide behind emotions anymore.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 6, 2008 10:45:44 GMT -5
Chase's eyes narrowed again, crimson sparking at her words. I have nothing against you. "Could have fooled me," he said under his breath, though the words were likely audible to Storm. He hadn't forgotten that last day in the forest, and he wouldn't let himself. It was proof of her duplicity, proof that the girl he was seeing now, the girl who claimed she'd lay a rose at his grave, was a lie. He'd thought there was something between them, and she'd decided to play mind games with him.
"Don't go picking flowers just yet," Chase said, pushing the past back into the shadows where it belonged. "I haven't gone anywhere." He'd been thinking about it, an enormous difference, or at least it seemed that way when he wasn't thinking about it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 6, 2008 11:29:34 GMT -5
Lucretia's eyes were now back on him. It was ironic how the guy who had it all had turned into this. She stood back up, sitting was making her muscles tense up.
"Is the clock ticking to your demise Chase? Is it much closer than we expect it? Are you giving up?" her words could mean so much or so little depending on how he wanted to take it.
"Just do it! Pour all your anger on me, swear shout curse. Do something! Just don't hold it in the way your doing right now! Your eyes Chase... they never lie." she was walking closer to him, she was less than an arms length away from him now. Her eyes looking up into his own questioning.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Sept 20, 2008 15:18:43 GMT -5
Chase glared down at Storm, his eyes fiery with everything he refused to let go. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," he said coldly. Storm thrived on getting reactions, thrived on neverending drama, and when she couldn't find it, she made it. He wouldn't be a tool for her entertainment.
He knew he should be turning away now, walking away and refusing to fight with her, to argue, to give her the chance to remind him of what they'd almost been once. But he couldn't seem to turn, not without seeing this to the end. Not yet.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Sept 20, 2008 17:19:49 GMT -5
Lucretia shrugged. That was his choice and she wasn't going to ask for it.
'You'll never change..." she thought to herself. Her lips still pressed into a firm line. She was wondering what was going on. What was happening around her that she was missing... what had happened to him?
"The lies are all just in our heads." she said barely moving her lips. She raised a hand absentmindedly and stroked a strand of hair from him face. It was an instinct. Realizing what she had done she let her hand drop to her sides hands balled.
"I'm the virus spreading them." she mumbled the last part, it wasn't soft in the sense of acting all sad. She was saying it as if talking to herself more than him.
She tilted her head to the side watching the sparks in his eyes. She didn't even need hear him spill forth his emotions... they were playing in his eyes. She locked her lower lip, trying hard not to give in to former habits. She was not making any repetitions of the past. She was going to stay away from all of that.
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