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[team free kick sass]

I've only skimmed over most of the posts, except for the news one at the beginning, and that was two days ago, so sorry if I missed something in this post. It's short too. First posts are like that sometimes. XD

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Kianna slumped down in her enchanted chair at the Ministry. The day was going by slowly and she had trouble keeping her eyes open. After just suffering a nasty cold (thanks to England's temperamental weather patterns) Kianna was looking forward to a more exciting day at work. Apparently not. She looked around the crowded office area. They seemed to all be closely huddled to a paper. Most days the Daily Prophet hosted nothing overly exciting. "Hmm..." Kianna hummed, "It wouldn't hurt to check it out."

She walked over to the table. Kianna was aware of the out-rage against the Muggle's and the Wizarding world. Who wasn't? But for the most part, she had been trying hard to avoid the subject. Kianna thought so much of her career with the Ministry. Could this affect her job? It better not. She re-read the whole article-processing all of the information slowly. It was awful, really, to know that her identity is running loose. It might be a good idea, she had thought, to run away. Abandon all of this. But Kianna knew she had to stay here. She couldn't let the Wizarding world crumble before her eyes. Kianna was also well aware that it would be dangerous to attempt magic. Especially considering what her job was. She could be fired. And that was just plainly un-imaginable, to her. If a Muggle spotted her even holding on to her wand, the consequences could very well be severe in a time of such tragedy.

Kianna figured it was about time to head home. A few had already left, and though she normally stayed late, Kianna was exhausted and bored. Running her thin hands along her denim chords, she stepped outside, the wind whispering in her chilly, pink ears. Kianna peeked around corners, worried and paranoid of some terrible, brave, mean Muggle awaiting a fight. It was un-realistic, though.No Muggle would dare to attack an armed Witch.

At last, Kianna dragged herself unhappily up the steps of her small, untidy, house. She slipped of her peep-toed flats and sighed as she slid down onto her love-seat in the living room. Living alone was splendid, and gave Kianna lots of time to think and review the dangers of today.

[akitcougar]

Diana

Walk a hundred miles,

Then walk a hundred more.

New city, new chance, Diana thought as she walked into the latest place in her wanderings. She slowed her pace down, walking without any purpose. With every step, she could feel the wand tucked safely in the waistband of her jeans. Despite the brisk air and slight wind, she unzipped her jacket and let it hang loose. It helped relieve the slight knot in her stomach. Her old red scarf fluttered wildly about her.

She looked up and saw red leaves hanging off the trees, with very little yellow and orange among them. She took in a deep breath of air, the smell of fall and the coming winter on her nose. A grin spread across her face.

She noticed a mother and daughter walking along the same side of the street. As soon as the mother noticed her, she motioned her daughter to walk to the other side of the street. Diana's smile disappeared, replaced by a slight frown and a sense of loneliness.

It's the eye patch. Or maybe the scars. She sighed. Or maybe it's that. Whatever it is, I need a drink.

She walked past a dark haired man smoking a cigarette with barely a glance. Her nose, however, wrinkled in distaste. The smell of nicotine clashed with the wonderful smell of fall.

After burying her nose in her tattered red scarf, her gaze fell to the side and noticed a bar. She stopped and took a long look at the name.

"The Bandy Mongoose," she mouthed. It wasn't the most unusual name she'd come across. Some bars back in her rural hometown in Scotland were more populated. Still, it was a bar. Where there was a bar, there was always at least one good drink.

"Well," she said in a louder voice as her scarf fell away from her nose. "This should be interesting." She stepped inside.

Away from the place you used to know.

[Keriae]

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|| male || 22 years || assassin || muggle || no love interest || x X x ||

Blood was a beautiful thing, really. It dripped elegantly from a wound and to the ground, landing a bit like a raindrop. With the right skill, a life could be taken away with one clean swipe, and blood would leak from the wound until there was none left. That was what he had been trained to do. Kill.

Wiping his favoured dagger clean with a worn rag in the shadows, Antonine let his dark gaze drift to that of his most recent victim. Sad, really, as she had been quite the attractive young woman. However, she had also been a witch, so she had had to die for the sake of his country. He would not allow "wizards" to run rampant across the United Kingdom when he could easily stop them; they couldn't use their magic, or they revealed what they were instantly.

He had been tracking the woman for some time now, following where she went, learning her timetable. Finally, he had hidden in the shadows, waiting for her to pass by this dark alleyway like she did everyday.

Her flesh was warm under his fingers as he grasped her roughly by the shoulders and dragged her into the darkness, whirling around and slamming her against the brick wall with all the force he could muster. She had kicked and tried to bite him before he had managed to stuff a rag in her mouth to silence her.

Holding her arms above her head by the wrist in one hand, the assassin grabbed the dagger in another and lazily dragged it across her throat, the steel tip ghosting over her skin as a smirk played across his lips. She had thrashed around, so he had then dragged the dagger against her throat with more force, leaving a deep wound behind. Scarlet blood spilled forth and he had let go, watching her slump to the ground like a limp puppet.

As she lay there, dying, Antonine crouched and quickly opened up her stomach cavity, letting her organs burst forwards before moving onto her chest. His style was like Jack the Ripper, after all....

So now she lay there, dead. His only disappointment was that he had not had the chance to test her out.

[team free kick sass]

[anyone willing to talk to Kianna? She's lonely =P]

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Kianna gently rubbed her dry hands against a feathery surface. It was Rudy, her barn owl, who she had owned since she was merely a Hogwarts student. He had just arrived, and seemed almost as sleepy and tired as she was. "That's a boy." Kianna smiled softly, looking intently into her bird's dark eyes. Rudy cooed and took a step forward, revealing a small piece of parchment on his right talon. "What in the name--" began Kianna. But as she un-tied the string lacing the note to Rudy's leg. It was from her Mother, Cassidy Greaves. It was always a pleasure to hear from her Mother, Kianna thought. During this time of trouble she had not at all expected any kind of distant contact. It simply seemed to dangerous. Kianna continued to un-fold the letter and read the note in her head.

Hi Kianna.
I'm hoping Rudy gets this to you; I'm lucky to have even dropped in off. Anyhow, sweetie, I have just arrived at my cottage up North. It was getting terribly violent where I live. How are you doing? I figured I should check in to make sure you are alright.
Please get back soon, but let Rudy rest up a couple hours before sending him on another journey.
Mom

Kianna smiled, and began to feel lonely. Though her owl was nice and friendly, he wasn't great company. She pulled out a quill from her leather purse and began to scribble down a message.

Thanks, mum.
Rudy got back fine, though it was a shock to see you had replied, with this crisis and all. Please stay safe, mom. And thanks for messaging me, I missed you. The Ministry has been dull. I suspect nobody wants to risk using any magic, let alone improper magic! I'm hoping ti gets back to speed soon. I'm fine, thanks again.
Kianna

Smiling, the young witch tied it securely to Rudy's leg and began to speak, "No need to rush, Rudy. Leave when you feel rested. I'm heading off now, bud. Sometimes you just get lonely." Rudy chirped. It sounded as if he was trying to say some sort of sarcastic phrase, such as "Try flying for hours on end without any company. It's a grand old time, up there in the air" Kianna smirked and slipped into a furry, autumn coat, pulling open the heavy, thick, sturdy front door. She gave Rudy a small, brisk good bye wave and started down the chilly street. She was hoping to have a drink at her favourite bar, "The Bandy Mongoose." It was often crowded, as it happened to be one of the only bar's around town. After a lengthy forty minute walk, Kianna finally arrived at her destination. She pushed open the wooden doors, and grinning, scanned the room. Where to sit, Kianna thought, where to sit?

[Noel]

F i n n y A l e r a • In a bar • A bit drunk

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Finny had done what Finny did when she wasn't sure what to do and the air was too cold to wander aimlessly around outside; she had walked into the first building she had seen. It had taken a minute for her to realize it was a bar, but after reaching the conclusion small drink couldn't hurt her, Finny decided it didn't matter. So long as no one went near her, anyways, which sitting in a corner had effectively taken care of. A nervous looking woman hiding her face behind her hair shadowed by walls generally wasn't targeted by men, or at least not then.
Lightly placing the glass back on the table, Finn risked a quick look around. Nothing important, or at least, no one pointing at her whispering 'witch', which was usually a bad sign. She could already feel the alcohol's effect going to her mind, being one of the most intolerant people to the substance in history. She didn't flinch back quite as far as she normally would have when a man across the room seemingly looked at her, and the desire to run out of there as fast as she could slowly ebbed. Letting out a small sigh of relaxation, Finny's gaze wandered towards the door as it opened and a woman she didn't know stepped in. Finny gaped for a small moment, partially because of slight drunkedness and not being sure how to react, but also because the woman was pretty. Her hair looked wonderful, and against her face...
Finny gave a sharp shake of her head, flushing faintly red. This was why she shouldn't have stayed. However, her mouth betrayed her, seeing the other woman looking around for a place to sit.
"Um... T-there's a chair... here..." In her haste to stand up so she would be visible from her little corner, Finny stumbled over her own feet as her shoe somehow caught on the end of her skirt, unbalancing her. Managing to stay upright and quickly recover her balance, Finn resisted the urge to snap her eyes shut and hope no one saw her latest show of clumsiness. "If y-you want..."
What was she thinking, talking to someone she hadn't met before? Why had she left her apartment in the first place? Oh gosh, why... Finny's mind whirled with all the things she thought she ought to have done, dipping her head and letting her hair drop in front of her face to hide that bright blush spreading across her cheeks.

[eden .]

sorry I haven't posted I'm like super busy + I'm watching the VP elections and may I just say I love Biden's sass but yeah I'll get to this tomorrow evening or the weekend sorry

[Nicolae]

Nicolae

Being an enabler

"You hide in the underground, live in the trees."

One, two, three people walked past him by the time he had finally crushed his last cigarette under his foot, staring at the ashes wistfully for a moment before turning around and returning to his job. Adjusting his jacket halfway to the bar, Nicolae paused to stare up at the peachy sky a last time before he finally ducked in through the door. The heat and smell hit him just as hard as it had the first day he'd set foot in the place, warm colors and smells, loud sounds and jovial laughter. He was okay with that; as much as loud sounds irked him, he found them far more tolerable- even enjoyable- when they were sounds of joy.

He took up his place behind the bar with more of a stumble than his usual prideful stance, one of his coworkers grabbing him by the shoulders with surprising strength for such a daintily built woman, her ponytail whipping through the air as she spun him around and thrust him forwards into position. Somehow a glass had ended up in his hand along the way, a bowl of peanuts in the other. "How long does it take you to smoke? Christ man, get going! It's ten past," if this threat of lateness meant anything to him, Nick didn't show it. "Unload these on someone, will you? I think I saw a promising looking miserable somewhere down over there," he took this in with the blankest of expressions, watching her wheel around, grab up a tray loaded with recently cooked dishes and vanish into the moving crowd beyond the oval partition of the bar with not so much as a word of goodbye. His attention turned to the peanuts. 'A promising looking miserable...' well, that was blunt of her.

In as casual a manner as possible, which was to say disturbingly nonchalant, he sidled over to the most beaten looking thing he could find. She was missing an eye and a good few chunks of her face, so he supposed she'd have a decent enough story to tell; decent stories and a good drink brought loose tongues, and with them the promise of money for an opportunistic barman. Setting the glass down with a row of its peers, perfectly clean steins shining slightly in the half light, he made his way over to that side of the bar with the kind of natural smile and gait that men of his profession were so well known for. Once he found a good place to settle down and market, he eased himself into a slouch and rested an elbow against the bar, dishrag in hand. Raising a hand and waving it slightly to catch Diana's attention, about a foot and a half down the bar from her, he gestured offhandedly up at the blackboard behind him and grinned widely.

"What's your poison ma'am?"

[Leviathan007]

{I may need to quit this roleplay. I know, even before I have posted. It won't be a terrible loss, since I have not entangled myself with any characters. Which is good, since it turns out I am involved with too many threads already. I chose to quit this one because it's one of the most recent ones I have joined. Sorry...Goodbye!}

[akitcougar]

Diana

Embrance all the change,

Find a way to rearrange

"What's your poison, ma'am?"

Diana looked over into the face of the smoking man from earlier and raised her lone eyebrow. So he's a bartender here. No wonder the place smells like cigarette and... Oh damn. He smells like that.

She hadn't exactly expected that. Well, whatever. Might as well get a drink from him now rather than later. 'Sides, he wasn't awful looking, to her mind.She glanced up at the blackboard, but she had no idea what any of the drinks were. Or what half the board said, for that matter. She decided to ask rather than attempt to read.

"What's the best beer you've got?" she said in her broad Scottish accent. "I need something good, not the usual water-thin city drinks." Last time she was in a city (Manchester, she thinks), the beer was weaker than a newborn kitten. She hopes it's significantly better here. And she hopes the service will be just as good, if not better, than their best beer.

Your feelings inside, never let them show

[Artesian]

[[Sorry everyone, schoolwork swamped me. I'll be able to post on Tuesday, maaaybe Sunday if I'm lucky. But I will post, promise!]]