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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 23:36:55 GMT -5
Jamie raised an eyebrow. This guy was acting incredibly strange. He had at least expected some kind of fight. "Damn straight you won't." Jamie thought about pulling out his wand and casting a binding spell on the guy's fingers, but decided against it for now. "Because next I hear anything about things mysteriously going missing from bags and pockets, I'll know exactly who it is. And next time, I won't be quite as...forgiving." Jamie eyed the guy suspiciously. It almost seemed as if he was too weak to fight back, and why was he wearing those sunglasses inside?
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 23:58:45 GMT -5
"I won't!" Lyric promised, wishing he could apparate out. He'd stick to London, where he was one of many, a little fish in a big pond that no one took notice of. He'd been sure he was invisible here, and he'd hardly gotten anywhere before he'd been singled out, no matter if it was his own fault. "You'll never see me again." He'd disappear like he'd told himself he would do before.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 0:07:07 GMT -5
Jamie doubted that was true. He had no reason to trust this guy's word. He had a strange habit of running into people even when he tried hard not to. "What are you doing here, anyways?" He asked in reference to the clothes the guy was wearing. He wasn't wearing robes, as far as Jamie could tell and those sunglasses were still covering his eyes.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 0:15:48 GMT -5
Lyric was silent a moment, picking at the hem of his shirt as he weighed his words. "Getting food," he said at last. "And trying to pay a couple bills so I don't freeze at night." Was that enough for him? It wasn't a confession, nor was it a retraction of what he'd said before, but it was true.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 17:19:42 GMT -5
Jamie pitied the guy, who was on the floor looking helpless as ever, but it didn't dismiss the fact that he was pissed off. "Trying to pay your bills, with someone else's money you mean?" He sneered. Jamie's neck was getting sore from looking down at the guy, why wouldn't he just stand up? Didn't he have any dignity? If he did, maybe he wouldn't have gone sticking his fingers in someone else's pocket to begin with.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 21:13:58 GMT -5
((Lyric got up at the bottom of page 1. I'll be clearer next time.)
Lyric straightened, less afraid of the guy now that nothing seemed to be happening. "Sleep on the street for a couple weeks before you think you're above trying to take care of yourself," he muttered, knowing the guy would hear.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 21:19:28 GMT -5
((woops sorry i'll read more carefully next time haha))
Jamie's eyes flashed. Any sympathy he held for this pathetic loser was gone in a second. "Excuse me?" He asked narrowing his eyes, although he had heard the guy perfectly. "Listen dumbass, I do take care of myself. Which is why I don't have to spend my nights living like some kind of rat on the street." He shot back sharply. He looked the guy over. As far as Jamie could tell, the guy looked like crap. He'd hardly call that taking care of himself.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 21:41:31 GMT -5
Lyric was used to the abuse. He'd been called worse and he'd have picked a fight if his wand was in reach. As it was, he had no way to protect himself. This guy didn't know what hardship was, he probably had a family and friends who cared if he lived or died. There was no explaining that things weren't like that for everyone. If there was one thing that Lyric had learned from Jory, it was that people hated what they couldn't understand. He didn't bother fighting. He just shook his head and waited for whatever would come next.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 21:52:43 GMT -5
Jamie waited for a response, he expected one equally as nasty, and when it didn't come a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. It was much easier to fight a person when they fought back. Jamie was very fortunate, never having to worry about where to live, how to eat, what to do, since he spent the last five and a half years at Hogwarts. When he wasn't at Hogwarts, he had an entire family, or more like a mob, to spend time with. Jamie wandered for a moment if that predicament would change harshly the next time he visited home.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 22:04:59 GMT -5
When no more insults came, Lyric looked back up from the crack in the floor his gaze had been tracing. "What," he asked, the rest of the question left unsaid. What now? What are you going to do with me? He had no expectations, and the longer this went on the more time he had to resign himself to whatever fate hovered in the near future. A black eye he could handle. Verbal abuse he could ignore. As long as no professors were brought into things, he could make it. He could slink off and be alone again.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 22:16:01 GMT -5
The attitude alone was enough to make Jamie want to raise a fist to the guy's face, but he wouldn't do it. Not yet, not so soon. He knew if he did so then, he would just turn and walk away and before he walked away, he wanted to be sure the guy got the message. Right now, Jamie didn't think anything was getting through to the guy. Jamie reached into his pockets and pulled out his lighter. He flipped it on, then put the flame out and repeated. It served as a distraction to keep him from beating the living daylights out of the guy yet. "You never told me who you were. Or why you thought you could get away with a stunt like that." Jamie pointed out. It wasn't his fight to fight, really. He should've handed him over to a teacher, the counselor, or the Headmistress already. What a waste of time.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 22:23:52 GMT -5
None of your f~ing business, Lyric wanted to say. He couldn't risk it, though. Why was the guy dragging this out? And why in hell would he ask when he wasn't going to believe him anyway? "My name is Bill," he said. "I'm a klepto and my therapist was out this week." Nothing was going to be good enough. The guy was just looking for a reason to hurt him. He felt like a crippled mouse half-crushed under a bastard cat's paw.
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Post by jamie on Apr 26, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
Jamie blinked. For some reason, he was ready to question him more, but it seemed like a reasonable answer. "Good." Jamie said sarcastically. It had taken that long to get an answer out of Bill. "What else have you stolen?" From Jamie, from that girl over there, from anyone else he passed at Hogwarts. If he was a klepto, then he couldn't help it and surely Jamie wasn't the only victim. After all, it's rush hour in the halls and he had to walk through the Entrance Hall to get to the Great Hall.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 26, 2010 22:41:20 GMT -5
"Nothing today," Lyric claimed. "I just got here." What was the guy going to do, strip search him? He glanced around, suddenly hoping someone would come by and interrupt before exactly that happened. He'd had his dose of company, now he'd be perfectly happy to go pretend it was enough. "What's your name?" While they were pretending to be normal, it seemed like a good question.
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Post by jamie on Apr 27, 2010 15:45:09 GMT -5
Jamie eyed him su suspiciously spiciosly. He didn't trust the answer at all, but he was getting tired of questioning Bill. He was taken aback when the question hit him. In his own mind, he was the one asking the questions and didn't really get why this criminal had the right to ask him anything, even such a simple question as that one. Jamie immediately realized how arrogant that observation was, how very Slytherin of him. After five and a half years, some of his house's traits were finall rubbing off on him. Anyways, if this guy really was a klepto, it wasn't his fault and he could be hardly considered a criminal.
Jamie didn't realize how tightly he kept his jaw clenched until he tried to speak. He opened it a little and responded, "Jamie." In a simple, low voice. It wasn't icy, but it certainly wasn't friendly or welcoming.
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