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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 16:28:14 GMT -5
Ariel's hand tightened briefly around his wand. Was it all in his head or were his hands starting to shake some? Was it that easy for his body to remember those long days spent just waiting for the weekend so he could go out again? "Don't touch the bag," he said, voice soft but harsh. It didn't make much sense, but the words were out before he thought about them. Maybe if the bag wasn't in the guy's hand, then this wasn't about drugs, it was just some other idiot that had thought to pull a wand on him.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 16:33:41 GMT -5
Lyric flashed a glare aside at the guy, then grabbed his bag purposefully. Everything that meant anything to him was in that bag, and some freaked-out addict wasn't going to run off with it. Of course, if he did, he'd never get past the security spells. Lyric gave a sneering half-smile as he corrected his aim and drew the bag's strap over his head. "Make me an offer and maybe I'll share," he taunted.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 16:37:39 GMT -5
Ariel didn't want to think of himself as an addict anymore, though he knew that it would only take a couple of times for him to be right back where he had been a year ago. His eyes followed the bag as he shook his head again. "I don't have any money." The only way he had been able to pay for it before was because of his....job. He doubted he could ever be forgiven if he went back to that.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 16:48:11 GMT -5
"Then you can f~ing cry about it somewhere else," Lyric said. He'd been offered favors before, but at the time he hadn't had enough money to replace the stuff he'd have been giving away, whether he'd been tempted by the piece of trash making the offer or not. He hated the thoughts in his mind, hated how easy it was to notice how healthy and fit this guy was when he was still sober. He pulled his mind from that at the obvious path of the guy's gaze, and his sneer widened into a smile. His wand dropped and turned inward. Evanesco. With the silent spell, his bag disappeared into wizard space.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 16:52:59 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes widened and a surprised no escaped his lips. If he was thinking about the possibility of Markise finding out how much he wanted what was in that bag, it wasn't a conscious thought, not enough to stop him from wishing the bag wasn't gone. His eyes darted up to the guy's face. "Why did you do that?" The guy was crazy to get rid of stuff that would stop his shaking.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 16:58:23 GMT -5
"Because I can get it back," Lyric said, satisfied that he had the upper hand now. There was no way in hell he'd make any of it disappear permanently, but it could hover somewhere for as long as he needed to get away. This guy wasn't going to steal it from him. He hadn't gone without so someone could run off with all his hard work, he'd done it so he could earn enough for more. "No reason to hold me here, now. So f~ off." Lyric gave a smug smirk and turned his wand on the other guy again.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 17:03:28 GMT -5
If he let the guy go now, then Ariel lost any thin cover that he had had that this wasn't about drugs. He was finally able to break his feet away from the floor and took a few steps backwards, away from the guy. There had to be some way to convince himself that this wasn't about drugs, even though he knew that if he hadn't seen those small items then he never would have stopped. He needed Markise.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 17:23:09 GMT -5
Lyric didn't take his eyes off the guy as he shuffled around toward the door. He kept his wand up, ready to fight if he had to, but hoping it wouldn't come to that. He was lucky he'd made it here from London without passing out, let alone all the stairs and walking between here and the second floor of a shop he'd never actually opened.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 17:33:15 GMT -5
Ariel watched the guy, his own wand staying aimed at him, though he didn't start toward him or speak any spells. "What's your name?" he asked, the words coming fast and feeling desperate. Part of him was thinking that if he could just get a little money, then he could find this guy and somehow Markise would never know. He knew that could never happen, though.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 17:42:51 GMT -5
Lyric narrowed his eyes further, debating whether the guy would turn him in after all, but decided that no, he wouldn't. It had nothing to do with that promise that he wouldn't and more to do with the fact that if Lyric went down, he was taking as many people as he could with him. "Tell me yours first, and what house you're in," he demanded.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 17:45:12 GMT -5
"Ariel, Gryffindor," Ariel answered, not thinking about anything bad coming from this guy knowing who he was. He doubted that the guy could do anything, especially since he didn't even live at the school. Besides, the only person that mattered knew about what he used to do already, and would probably hear about this within the hour.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 21, 2010 17:49:06 GMT -5
"Lyric, and if you want something, owl me." He didn't hang around any one place often enough to get caught, and he'd rather not be associated with his shop enough that anyone would show up there looking for him. Lyric backed out of the room with his wand still raised, and though he held onto the questionably-steady stair rail for support, he made it out of the building without incident.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 21, 2010 18:45:13 GMT -5
Ariel nodded and only dropped his wand after the guy, Lyric, was well gone. He might have recognized the name had he been thinking more clearly, but with only a couple mentions of that name he wasn't going to be thinking about it right now. He stayed in the Shack trying, and failing, to clear his head, before leaving to head home. He would be later than he normally was getting there, but at least he would be going home this evening.
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