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Post by isadora lestoat on Jan 14, 2009 10:56:39 GMT -5
Sun.
That's what the sky had to offer to the castle today. Bright, beautiful sunshine. Not a cloud was in the sky and the temperature was wamr, but not hot. Voices of students drifted over the grounds and the birds flew by overhead, their lovely song putting one to peace. The leaves were beginning to turn crisp and fall off the trees, and flowers were still in bloom. A comfotable breeze loomed through the grounds as students walk, or talked, or just enjoyed their afternoon.
"Bloody sunshine," spoke an irritated voice that belonged to the slender figure walking around the gardens, alone. It was obvious that the person wasn't one for sunshine, as their thick, black cloak pointed it out. Furthermore, the hood of said cloak covered the head and sheilded the face from any curious eyes. Yet any half-wit would know that it had to be a Lestoat. They may not know exactly what the Lestoat's were, but they knew that the sun was the enemy to them.
Isadora Lestoat was much like her siblings- she absolutely hated the sunshine. It did nothing good for her, except draw attention. Lots and lots of attention. No Lestoat wanted attention these days- it was something like a burden on their souls.
No. The real burden was that of being a vampire.
Either way, Izzy wandered the garden, sitting down behind a tall hedge that cast a shadow over her. Being free from the sunlight, Izzy allowed the hood of her cloak to fall, revealing soft brown curls, a pale, angelic face, and intriguing butterscotch eyes. |
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Post by dorcas renata meadows on Jan 15, 2009 5:33:31 GMT -5
Talk bout a late summer. The British weather was ridiculously unreliable as the sun shone brightly and people were actually taking pleasure in it. Some girls in their bathers, sunbathing down by the lake. Nut cases, it wasn't even hot, just mildly warm! Kids in shorts and tee-shirts, throwing frisbee's about and not to mention all the sicky, lovey-dovey couples that were wrapped around one another, making Dorcas actually feel nauseous. How people could just sit in public, smile so sweetly, whisper sweet nothings to one another and then thrust each others tongues back each others throats while hundreds of people passed by, was beyond her. Perhaps it was just the start of some sick and twisted fetishes. Mind you, she could hardly talk. Although she would not purposely sit and make out with a guy in public like this. She would find some bushes to hind behind and shag him senseless. The rush of possibly getting caught was always a turn on for this Slytherin. Yeah, she was twisted.
Silently watching all the students strolling about, talking nicely with one another, having a good afternoon in general. Dorcas failed to see the fanged frisbee coming her way until someone shouted for her to duck. Naturally, instead of doing as the shouting voice commanded, she turned in the direction of said shouting voice, and saw the frisbee heading straight for her. With a loud yelp, Dorcas jumped back, only being the clutzy idiot she was, she completely forgot about the hedge she was walking along side, exposed completely to the sun. Well, she couldn't exactly be expected to remember everything about her surroundings. Though one would think she would recall a rather large hedge.
With her mouth still open, her voice carrying on the air, it all seemed to happen in slow motion, and Dorcas could just imagine how shocked and stupid her face probably looked, and yet she couldn't do anything about it. Nope, she just kept on falling and before she knew it she had a twig in her back, a twig in her side and a twig somewhere she really didn't feel like thinking about. No, no. No need to think it, just pretend it isn't there and get out of this hedge! That would be the best thing to do right now, only for some reason, Dorcas could not get out the way she had gotten, or more so fallen in. Her robe must have be caught. Bugger.
Turning and wincing at the stabbing of the giant bush thing, Dorcas moved from her back to her front and proceeded forward through the opposite side of the hedge, screaming a little once more as she struggled and finally fell out the other side, next to a girl. Though Dorcas couldn't really say she was paying much attention to the girl she had landed about half an inch from, because that stick she didn't want to think about, the one that was in a hideously awkward place, was still there, and Dorcas reached around to her backside, leaning away from the girl, and pulled the stick out from her robe so it was no longer prodding dangerously close to . . . well, best not to think about it.
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Post by isadora lestoat on Jan 19, 2009 8:32:02 GMT -5
Izzy was not aware that such a tragedy would take place, yet she still lounged in the shade of the hedge by herself, as students shouted and laughed and played freely, not a care in the world. Fanged frisbees flew overhead every now and then, and the vampire scoffed at the sad attempt of a real fanged creature.
When a loud shout of "look out!" was called, Isadora should have known to get her arse out of there, and fast. What issued next nearly resulted in a death, courtesy of the little one loosing control. A girl, about sixteen or seventeen, with an unnamable house, fell through the hedge, scraped and scratched by twigs. Although the wounds were not deep, well... Isadora smelled it. The scent danced under her nostrils, taunting and teasing her, beckoning her to the girl to drink. Izzy frowned deeply, biting her lower lip and turning her nose away from the girl. It may have looked snobbish, but still. This girl would be Izzy's snack unless Izzy stopped breathing towards the scent.
"I think you should go to the hospital wing," Izzy spoke, strained, as she got up and began to walk away from the delicious scent of blood.
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Post by dorcas renata meadows on Jan 19, 2009 16:42:02 GMT -5
Dorcas winced a little as she sat herself on her arse cheek that'd had that stick prodding dangerously close to the . . . . pushed really close to . . . well, that part of her arse that she really didn't want to be thinking about, that was what. But it was the girls own fault for being such a clutz at time. She just seemed to attract these sorts of incidents. She was just grateful it didn't happen all the time, only when she wasn't concentrating properly. But honestly, who could really wander around, concentrating on everything, all the time? It would drive you insane. Being aware of everything would probably take out some of the magic and surprises life held.
I think you should go to the hospital wing
The girl Dorcas had landed next to, practically on top of her in fact, swiftly got up and moved away, claiming Dorcas should go to the hospital wing. "Why? It's not like I'm bleeding or I've broken any bones or something." She stated, looking over her arms and body to make sure she wasn't, only she could no longer tell herself that she wasn't bleeding. She had a few scratches on her, ones the would only need to be cleaned up with a damp, clean cloth, but what Dorcas found strange, was that the grazes and cuts she had, were all on the opposite side of her body to where the girl was. How strange. Perhaps the girl had just suggested the Hospital Wing as a precaution.
Standing up too, Dorcas winced "Ow, cor bugger it." She cursed, her muscles had taken a bit of a thrashing from the bush it seemed, she was sore all over. It would all be back to normal in a few hours, she hoped, but for he time being, perhaps she should take the girls advice and head up to the hospital wing. Yeah, that was something she should do, but then again, curiosity had always gotten the better of this Slytherin and so, instead of getting up and going to the hospital wing, or even sorting herself out, she got up and followed the girl, albeit slowly and with a limp, the few paces she'd taken, but then, just what was it she'd say to the girl? Hey, how did you know I was injured? Well, she had just fallen through a bush, had she not? No, this one Dorcas decided to drop. She'd only sound like an idiot.
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