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Charity ☢ Love ☢ Robux
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- - { The [Files] Say . . .

I'm twenty-two years old, but really it doesn't count so much nowadays. I was born on what most people considered to be the thirteenth and April. Unlike everyone else, I was born in the Community, but though lonely sometimes, at least I have my grandparents. I know I have to leave soon, but I hate the idea. What else is there to say? I love my family, my grandmother's chicken soup, fresh water and hate zombies(of course), death, starving - but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is that I can help the mission with my talent(s) of Marksmanship, knowledge of the world, and quick thinking.

- - { But the [Real] Me says . . .

Love was the last child in the Community to be born before her mother, Heidi, died giving birth to her. Her father, Zander, had died a couple months before after being attacked by infected. The rest of the elderly, the few six living, had come together and decided to raise her as their own. She was raised at a very young to live in an infected world, knowing that when the call was given, she was to crawl under her bed and pray. Pray to die before they got to her. Her grandmother had always brought a gun loaded with two bullets when they hid. Love had comprehended with pure clarity what they where for and understood that it was the way it must be.

The Community is shacked up in a state penitentiary for fifty-something years, and through the selected elders, they had survived this long through careful aforethought and planned skills. All have their own talents that contribute to their society, keeping it running the best they can. The walls kepping the infected out, but trapping them in away from the rest of the world.

Love herself is a very carefree person, always giving a helping hand and listening with calm diligence. She is utterly devoted to her grandparents, and enjoys her role in the Community. Though killing infected has become second nature to her; how she fights is earned through training and conscientious attention to every situation. Wired tight with energy, everyone has said that she had been running since she was born and if given the chance, would run until she died. Her name was chosen for the purpose that maybe she would express it through out her life.

After receiving a blurb of communtication, about some people coming to the coast, from a faulty tramsit radio receiver. For reasons of procreation an keeping the human race alive, they have decided to send her to find the suvivors. She goes with the hope of the Community on her shoulders and all they have taught her in her head. Her weapons consist of several firearms, hunting knife, a crowbar and a couple other things she hopes she won't have to resort to. All she can hope for know is that she will meet someone at the coast.

- - { All that's [Left] to Say . . .

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The Puppetmaster ShutterByte

[ShutterByte]

Charity L o v e Robux

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[ShutterByte]

Sissel Nico Obitus
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【 like a fly on the wall 】

Seance O U T F I T
link

O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year

✭"Sure Holly, I'll scare the devil out of you," she joked, laughing with throatiness, placing her hands on her hips, and smirking demurely, "I'll call up some spirits and ya'll can piss your pants."

She stared warmly at Holland, tugging on a strand of his wet hair before Terry tapped her shoulder and she walked away with him over to his performing area. Her astral self waved at Holland before she too went to help Terry with his act.
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Nico yawned as she walked back into the dressing room after helping Terry with his show, her doppelganger following her with more bounce in her step. Nico plopped into a cushioned stool and lifted her feet up to yank off the crimson and gold lace up ankle boots, an exhausted sigh escaping pasted parted lips. Her astral self touched her on the shoulder and her whole body tightened as her astral self became vapor, dissipating into Nico's open mouth. She licked her dry lips in thought, tasting salt and the bitterness of stage make-up. She wiped at her beaded forehead, cursing the bright lights that seemed to rival the sun when they landed on you as you perform. She changed out of the dark and shiny metallic stage clothes and washed her face before changing into a more dark, yet stylish outfit. Tight, faux crimson snake skin pencil skirt, black and red brocade jacket, lace fingerless gloves and lace-up studded platform boots. Standing up, she slipped on a Aracnathea lace choker and a black veiled top hat. She left the false lashes in, not wanting to busy herself with it and swiped her lips with a dark colored lipstick. Running her fingers through her hair, she strode out of the tent; yawning and stretching her arms, her blues eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness. She coursed her fingers through her hair, mussing it up to spike and fan around her face. A faint drizzle of rain misted across her skin and she loved it all. The gloomy darkness of the night, and the silence that settled over the grounds when the crowds left.

She headed back to her own tent and entered through the back, grabbing up candles and setting them everywhere. She lit them all and made the room dimly lit and spooky. She carried in more chairs and placed them in front of her table before cleaning the table of all her 'tools', leaving only the velvet cloth to adorn it. Than she walked back around to her chair and sunk into it's cushioned recesses. She leaned her arms against the table top, and folded her fingers together, waiting with gleaming azure eyes.✭

❝ Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold ❞

[ShutterByte]

♠

xxxxxCharity L o v e Robuxxxxxx

Clothe Thy Self
Protect Thy Self
Arm Thy Self

xxxxxxxxxxx→ "You don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies."


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder, there's a thunder in our hearts, baby."


xxxxxxxxxxx→ "So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling, let me steal this moment from you now."

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White hair gleamed in the morning light as Love stared at the fire she had built dwindled, her eyes reflecting darkly against the flickering flame's light. Standing up, she swung her repacked knapsack onto her shoulders and kicked dirt to smother the fire. Quickly surveying the area, she walked the perimeter, collecting the slender wire she had tied around her camp area, and the clanging bells hanging from the wire. She wound the wire around the bells to keep them from making noise and put them in the side pocket of her knapsack. Stretching her arms over her head, she allowed herself a moment of calm, enjoying the splash of purple, orange and yellow as the sun rose in the sky. She remembered the first time she had seen a sunrise. She had been seven and had hardly even been out of the compound before one day in the early morn, her Grannie had snatched her out of bed, dragging her outside. Her heart had been racing, all thought going to an infected attack and where they were going. Before she could ask her grandmother what was going on, she was pushed to climb the ladder and when she reached the top….She was breathless with awe, the sky seemed to be painted in shades of russet reds, silk pinks, burnt oranges, and aureate yellows. At that moment, she wished she could paint like her mother had; her grandmother telling her almost everyday what a grand painter her mother had been. Describing rich colors and sweeping pictures to her pubescent mind. And now she got to see it. At least she did until she heard the low moan of approaching infected. Her eyes swiveled downwards to meet cold, expressionless milky eyes. Gaping, drooling mouth, decomposing and rotting skin. Even from how high she was, she could still smell the stink of the oozing, diseased tissue. Her heart tightened and her grandmother yanked her down, into her warm and sweet smelling embrace, but it was too late. Even at such a young age, she could figure out the symbolism in what she had just witnessed. Everything that is beautiful can be seen, but only at a price and it’s an ugly price.

Love shook her head of past memories and watched as the vivid colors disappeared leaving pale blue. She turned away and strode forward, finding the faint paved road, the once narrow yellow stripes that use to litter it now gone. Dirt crunched under her dark boots as she tugged her goggles over her eyes, scarf up over her mouth and nose, and hood over her head, tucking her braided hair in. She didn't want to leave the infected any shot at her skin, covering herself thickly in layers; though her fingers peeped out from knitted arm warmers, needing friction to grip her crowbar that she kept hanging from her belt loop, the ever present tap of metal against her hip a familiar constant. Slipping a hand into her jacket pocket, she pulled out dehydrated beef from a leather binding and lifted it to her mouth, eating on the go. Her grandmother called it fast food. She munched on the chewy meat, eating small meals through out the day to keep her metabolism up. The older ex-Navy seal in the Community called Reverend had taught her survival and endurance training so that when she traversed great distances, that she could do so with out expending all her energy. She paced herself as she traveled, and hydrated hourly, keeping herself going steadily.

It was as she was going up the incline of the road, that she slowed down. A low uttered moan made the little hairs on the back of her neck go up, her hand sliding unconsciously down her thigh with practical ease. Gripping the hand grip, she gently pulled out her magnum pistol; her body taking the weight of it before she whipped around, her thumb flicking the hammer back. She was heavily acquainted with the sight before her that it near even fazed her as her pointer finger squeezed the trigger. Flash of gun powder before the bullet tore through the infected's skull, shredding bone, flesh, and spurting blood out the back. The body crumpled on to the ground like wet cardboard; she took a step back, twirling her pistol before sliding her gun, muzzle first down into her thigh holster. Tearing her eyes away, she hitched her knapsack higher on her shoulders and turned away. She tugged down her scarf a little, lifting her other hand that was still holding her jerky and bit into it chewing thoughtfully as she strode down the lacerated road. Bright sunlight gleaming off her goggles, and dirt kicked up under her long legs.

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↗"And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh..."↖

[ShutterByte]

Ⱦɦȇ Ϣɩɭɗ Ȱηȇ →

◄ Can you hear my ↕ heart heart beating heart beating like a hammer ↕ Help, I'm alive ►




♪ ► ▷ ▶ Hard to be soft, tough to be tender ◀ ◁ ◄ ♪

♫ If my life is mine, what shouldn't I do? ♬xxx

S C H O O L↔U N I F O R M

Her legs buckled under her as her feet hit gravel and sliding mud; falling forward, her palm skinned themselves as they found purchase on a tree limb. She scrambled into a run as the dogs started barking, her mussed hair plastered by rain to her skull. Vapor poured out passed her lips in clouds, her legs pumping under her, propelling her into a blur. A gunshot echoed, wood splintering off a tree after she sprinted by it; than there was screaming and shouts several yards behind her, crying for capture, not death. She darted down a slippery slope, her pupils expanding into opaque fear and ebony madness around her brown irises. She slid and leaped, landing in a roll, than back up her feet. Low hanging wet branches slapped and scraped at her hollowed cheeks and bare arms; a thin, cloth medical gown hung off of lanky body. She paused and lifted her head, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air; red flecks reflected in her irises before she dodged to the side, tranquilizer needles embedding themselves into a tree, right by where her head had been. A hulking man came at her, dwarfing her by a hundred pounds; her tiny hands formed knotted fists and ducked when he attacked her, a snarling growl erupting passed her curled lips. Her movements where more erratic than his, moving at the last second when he pressed forward, her eyes narrowed into focused slivers. He twisted his hips and came at her with a sweeping kick; it caught her in the gut, but all she did was let out a grunt and grabbed him tightly by his ankle. His eyes widened before moving to kick her with his other leg. Too late was his reaction when she kicked him in the groin, and pushed forward, knocking him into tree. He instinctively curled inwards. Cupping himself, she attacked him, her coiled fists striking him with deadly accuracy striking him four times in his temple, bone hitting bone before he went limp. She towered over him, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps. The howls of dogs woke her up and she was moving again, her bare feet sinking into mud and leaves; the sky was pinkening from night’s gloom to day’s wake. She reached a wall of stone, a sheet of sheer, hard consolidated mineral. She grabbed at footholds, nails filling with dirt as her fingers curled tightly. She ascended clumsily, but quickly, reaching the top, leaping and hooking her fingers over the side; rolling onto level ground. She dragged herself to her feet, her heart beating a furious tattoo against her.

Her legs kept going, her dark eyes blinking rapidly as sweat dripped down her face and chin. She inhaled in heaves, following a path only she seemed to know; twisting and turning unpredictably. Shouting and barking sounded closer, and her breathing escalated with panic, desperation fueling adrenaline into her body. Foliage and grassroots kicked up around her head as gunshots rang through the air; dogs leaped out, barbing at her heels. Her lungs burned with over worked exertion; chocolate hair grew warm in shade as the first ray from the rising sun hit it. Tears of desperation built at the corners of her eyes as the dogs trailed back, but the shots became more frequent and she started to feel the frictional burns of them passing by her skin, pushing herself to go faster. The sounds of coursing water became abundant and as she rounded a bend, she found herself on a sheer cliff. Thirty stories of a steep descent of water that melded into torrid rapids, sharp and jagged rocks littering the topography. She never paused, inhaling deeply, tucking her chin into her chest, and ignoring a loud voice over the crashing thunder of the water as they called her name. She jumped feet first, crossing her arms over her chest, and her hair blinding her as she descended, feeling a sense of weightlessness before crashing downwards, the air roaring passed her ears. She plummeted, than collided with liquid instability. Her dark head bobbed up once before disappearing into the churning white turbulence of the falls.

Under the water, her body smacked rock after rock, several of her fingernails tearing off as she tried to grab onto the slippery surfaces. The rapids dragged her around and under, she barely had a moment to push her head out of the water to take a breath before she was yanked back under. The whitewater hauled her farther and farther down the river until her thin arm flailed out, grabbing some overgrowth, winding tight around the sessile plant. Her other hand grabbed on, than she drew herself with difficulty out even as the water tried to suck her back in. She clawed at soft earth, pressing herself against the dirt, breathing in it's course scent filling her senses. She crawled up the bank and leaned up against a tree, her legs wobbling as she stood; the medical gown sticking to her like a second skin and her hair flat against her skull. She heaved for breath, and started into a fast and loping gait. She waded through thick foliage and sniffed the air. Her pace quickened until she was in a full-blown sprint. She pushed aside low hanging branches and soon stepped onto to concrete pavement. The morning light revealed a paved road, yellow paint lines reflected back dully. Her head whipped around, looking around with a look of despair creeping on her dirtied face. She stumbled with blackened feet down the road, wrapping her arms around her thinly clad body, wandering for a few yards, aimlessly. The roar of a car made her jump and whisk around, headlights on a car making the hollowness of her cheeks and the wideness of her large brown eyes stick out starkly.

A 2005 black Acura slid out from behind some bushes and drove back onto the road. She lifted a hand, shielding her eyes against the light and squinting to see better. The car door opened and a tall, curly, mop headed young man. He waved a hand in the air, a concerned and hurried look on his face. She hesitated, than jogged over to the car, water dripping a trail behind her.

"Salva....," he asked in a whisper, his brows furrowing anxiously. She shivered and nodded, staring up at him with apprehension.

"El..li..ot," she replied, a thick Spanish accent making her pronounce the name by drastically splitting it into three syllables. He nodded too and looked around before he waved and slid back into the car; she walked to the passenger's side and got in. The car turned around and than drove away just as the howls of dogs could be heard.


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"Salva, hurry up or you'll be late for school," Elliot yelled as his fingers typed like a flurry across the computer keys; the 0's and 1's of the binary code filed down the screen. A headset rested on his curly head, and he paused on his typing, turning to a second computer and picked up a gaming controller, "time to go down, n00bl3ts!"
He button mashed just as Salva walked out into the living room, wearing a gray duffel coat that hung from her shoulders, gaping open to show a school uniformed white shirt and navy blue skirt, thigh high Hint of Mint socks, and short heeled, black MaryJane shoes. Sunlight fell from the windows onto her high cheek bones and straight nose; she lifted a necklace to her neck and hooked it on. Sterling silver three Saints charms swung from the string, the metal glinting tarnished. Smoothing her long, thick hair back, she tied it into a high ponytail. She looked up expectantly at Elliot, than frowned at his negligence.

"Ay, how do I look," she said, doing a little spin. Elliot paused his game and turned around, looking at her with serious eyes; his lips twisted in thought before breaking into a grin. He stood up and walked over to a dresser and opened a drawer, rifling through it, he lifted a pair of glasses out, holding them up triumphantly,

"Here, put these on," he said, pushing them into her hands. She gave him a skeptic look, but put them on and blinked owlishly. She looked around with them and nodded, taking a few steps around.

"I can see wit 'em, but only just," she murmured, and turned back to Elliot. He gave her a once over and then a thumbs up.

"Perfect," he walked over to his computer center and grabbed some bills, counting out a quite bit and than smacking some into her hands, "lunch money and here. Call if you need anything, okay? Your a blue blood now. Terrance is in the limo, he's going to drive you to school."

He handed her a sleek, new black cellphone and she stared at it with wonder. She nodded and walked over to a side table next to the apartment's front door, picking up soft leather, caramel colored saddled bag and hanging it off of her shoulder. She took a deep breath and gave Elliot a look of gratitude and opened the front door and strode out. Elliot shook his head sheepishly and sat back into his command chair, jumping back into his game with nerd glee.


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Heidi Salvadora, daughter to Sasha Salvadora, T.V. Mogul and CEO of Radical Industries, strode into Angstrom Prep with the harsh fluorescent lights gleaming off of her Blues Brothers-esque glasses that now rest low on her nose and when the bell rang for the change of classes; a gleam of plastic rims flashed by the Gymnasium before she soon disappeared in the crowd as it bunched into large herds.

✖ ✖ ✖xxxxxIf your still Alive, My regrets are Many.xxxxx✖ ✖ ✖

[ShutterByte]

♠

xxxxxCharity L o v e Robuxxxxxx

Clothe Thy Self
Protect Thy Self
Arm Thy Self

xxxxxxxxxxx→ "You don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies."


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder, there's a thunder in our hearts, baby."


xxxxxxxxxxx→ "So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling, let me steal this moment from you now."

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Love twisted of the cap of her canteen, taking a long draw of the lukewarm water, catching stray drops that clung to her dry lips. She closed the canteen, and tugged her scarf up over her mouth and nose. She continued to hum before she whispered out a song with husky tones.

"There's a tear in your eye, and I'm wondering why, for it never should be there at all. With such pow'r in your smile, sure a stone you'd beguile, so there's never a teardrop that should fall," a breeze caught her haunting voice and dragged it until it became too faint to be heard. She smacked her hands on her hips, creating a beat to go with her light singing. He grandmother had taught her so many songs and the beats that went with them.

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↗"And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh..."↖

[ShutterByte]

xI have been named,x
Severus Sheffland Snape

xxBorn into this dreadful world on,
xxJanuary 9

xxxI like to show off my scars,
xxxDark Mark, Back Tattoo

xxxxI like to be equipped at all times,
xxxx15'' inch silver handled ebony with Dragon Heartstring core

xxxxxMy part in this play of life,
xxxxxCanon, Severus Snape, Syltherin

xxxxxxIf you couldn't tell I am a,
xxxxxxI am a Man

xxxxxxxI've been surviving for,
xxxxxxxSeventeen, Seventh Year

xxxxxxxxI have a favorite spell,
xxxxxxxxSectumsempra

xxxxxxxxxI'm so very special,
xxxxxxxxxbecause my potions and spells abilities are unparalleled. I'm also a Death Eater, though now has been regretting joining. My mother calls me Sheffie.

xxxxxxxxxxLet's just say I'm no Angel... or am I?
xxxxxxxxxxSeverus is cold, calculating, precise, sarcastic, and bitter, yet insecure and vulnerable to persuasion. He is very self-assured and confident of his abilities, to a degree that could be described as "full of himself." Typically displays a very calm and collected demeanor, rarely at a loss for words or taken off guard. Bluntly honest when faced with a question, and can be nice, though only if you are close to him which not a lot of people are. But at heart, he is a sensitive soul, usually taking things too seriously and deeply personal; making him strike out with vengeance.

xxxxxxxxxxxLife...
xxxxxxxxxxxBorn to Eileen Prince, a witch, and Tobias Snape, a Muggle, making him a half-blood. Snape spent his early childhood living with his parents in a small house in Spinner's End. Snape's family is a poor one and he would be described as wearing ill fitting clothes when he was younger. As a child, Snape was apparently neglected and his parents would often fought with one another. Since he favored his wizarding heritage over his muggle side, he preferred to nickname himself after his mother's maiden name. Also he likes to call himself "the Half Blood Prince," though only he knew or used that name. Snape was very eager to leave his home to go to Hogwarts. Severus attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a profficent young student, and was Sorted into Slytherin House, led by Potions professor, Horace Slughorn.

Snape is a brilliant wizard, even in his childhood years. It is apparent through the notes and scribbles in his Potions textbook that he made time during classes to invent curses, charms, and brilliant potion innovations, while simultaneously learning the required textbook lessons. He doesn't know many of the students since he usually keeps to himself. Other students that he does know are Evan Rosier, Wilkes and his cousin Bellatrix Black Lestrange. But most of the time hides from Bella, because he doesn't want to be dragged back into The Dark Lord's inner circle, and be forced to watch heinous things again. Malfoy is also nice to him on occasion. Though on his seventh year, he knows that it probably won't happen, but he's going to try to make at least one friend. He just has to find someone who doesn't abhor and detest him, but actually likes him.

xxxxxxxxxxxxI live by my word,
xxxxxxxxxxxx"You might be laboring under the delusion that the entire wizarding world is impressed with you."

::Lets Jam:: M U S E - New Born
My reflection shows,
Look who it is:: ShutterByte

[ShutterByte]

pppppppppppppppppppppppppSeverus Snapeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThe greatest thing you'll ever learn
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppis just to love and be loved in return.

Sitting at in a seat at the end of the Slytherin table, Severus watched the students file in. Several Hufflepuff students took the seats closest to the Slytherin table and the huge bay windows, staring outside like love-drunk sailors. The silly philosophers - always tolerant. He sometimes wondered how they could be so tolerant of others when their differences were obvious. Even Slytherin received some sort of respect from the Hufflepuff community. It astounded him to no end, the amount of muggle-born and mud-blood students in the other three houses. Very rarely was a student of mixed blood accepted into Slytherin, though he had. The sorting hat had asked him about that, but had dismissed it and sent him to the silver and green table anyway. If he remembered correctly, the hat and him had a short argument over the purity of his blood, not that he cared. He made it into Slytherin and his mother would be proud of him.

Tapping his foot idly on the stone floor, he waited for the familiar sounds of clattering silverware. He poked at his own food, though not really feeling in the mood to eat corn beef hash and boiled potatoes. Glancing around, all he saw was some first years walking past him. No one from Slytherin liked first years - not even the first year Slytherins. He ignored them as they chattered away and reached into his bag, pulling out his potions book. Opening it, he bent his head over it, his long black hair falling around his face, and pulled out a quill, scribbling in the margins his ideas or thoughts on spells and potions.

Noticing Bella down the table stabbing at her food, he quickly looked away, scratching unconsciously at his arm as his Dark Mark burned lightly. They weren't on the greatest speaking terms - Bella being psychotic and all - but they were both Slytherin and she was his cousin by blood. Though, even the other Slytherins didn't talk to him as much as they would other students that were part of their house. They tended to stay away from him because he was a poor pariah. It was old news now, but old habits die hard in Slytherin. He was still on the fringes of their society, holding on by his fingertips. Maybe this year will be different, but as her hunched his shoulders as if to hide himself in his text book, he didn't feel very optimistic.

[ShutterByte]

pppppppppppppppppppppppppSeverus Snapeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThe greatest thing you'll ever learn
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppis just to love and be loved in return.

Severus almost smiled as he scribbled faster into his book, his mind racing with spells, especially one called Langlock, which affixes the victim's tongue to the roof of the mouth. He pursed his lips together to keep from chuckling; his fingers darkening with ink. He never had to dip his quill into an ink pot because he had put a transfer spell from a full ink pot to his quill, so all he had to do was get another pot when one emptied and do the spell again. He was proud of himself for his genius, but as he looked up as someone sat next to him, not everyone shared his same thoughts. When she said hello, he slammed his book shut, and stiffened when he recognized her as Thorn Giry. He had her in some of his classes, and sometimes she greeted him in passing, but other than that, she had never openly came up to him to start a conversation. He quickly dropped his book and quill into his bag, and wiped his long ink stained fingers on his pants. Maybe she was talking to him because he finally had clothes that fit him and that were newer. After his father had left his mum and him, their lives had turned around for the better and she had gotten a good job working for a store clerk on Diagon Alley.

But as he opened his mouth to stutter out a greeting of his own, James Brooks laid down some snark and sat near him. Severus clenched his jaw from snapping out a sharp retort, and instead grabbed a pear from a bowl that stood in the middle of the table and took a vicious bite of it. His lips twisted into a wince as undeniable sweet pulp filled his taste buds and he near spat it out on the table. Instead, he swallowed hard the wad of pear and placed the remaining bit of fruit on the table. He couldn't even comprehend why James was over here talking him, unless it had to do with the fact that Thorn was sitting next to him. He could feel an overwhelming sense of nervousness and anxiousness that came over him when people seemed to surround him. One person he could take, but when the numbers grew, he became more skittish than a new born deer. He reached down and wound his fingers into his bag and slung it clumsily around his narrow shoulder as he stood up.

"Pardon..I..uh have to ..um..study...," he managed to stammer before walking away, but not before bumping into a first year in front of the Gryffindor table, knocking over the first year and his books. Severus looked up with wide eyes, seeing several of the "Marauders" as they like to call themselves before he quickly ran out of the Great Hall, his heart beating a tattoo against his chest and his fingers turned white as he gripped tightly at the strap. He hurried down the hallway, his destination was the Slytherin common room and than his dorm room. There, he knew he'd be at least a little safer.

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Shay C H E R R Y Darling

“L i f e is like a T a n g o... sad, s e n s u a l, sexy, v i o l e n t and q u i e t.”

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pppppppppppppppppppppppppSeverus Snapeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThe greatest thing you'll ever learn
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppis just to love and be loved in return.

Severus nearly jumped out of his skin as he was striding quickly down the corridor, he found both Thorn and James following him. One proclaiming the other was an 'narcissistic a*****e', while the other declared he was just joking. Severus almost tripped over his own feet, his head whipping from side to side to stare at them both. His brow furrowed in confusion in why he was being pursued, but decided for once to just go with the flow by answering Thorn's question, at least partly.

"I'm working on making the potion instructions in my book better, as in that they actually work right," he said smooth and dark matter fact tone, though insecurity prevailed a little as he anxiously curled strands of his hair over his ear, "that's 'bout it."

He watched with dark eyes as James moved past them, and headed for some Gryffindor girl, serving up some Slytherin hospitality, bully-style. It probably would of irritated Severus more if it wasn't the fact that he could plainly see James liked this girl, or the fact that he didn't fully care. He could slightly understand the predicament that James was in. He had lost his best friend, Lily, to to similar circumstances. It had been his fifth year when James Potter and his crew had been bullying him in the court yard as usual when James had to take it to another level and talked about his mother. Just as he was reaching for his wand, James had already pulled his, and used the Levicorpus jinx on him. He was hoisted into the air and dangled upside-down. Everyone had laughed at him and only Lily had said the counter-jinx, Liberacorpus. He had landed on the ground with a burning anger raging through his body, more so for the fact that he himself had created that jinx, which was now being used for his humiliation. And than to make matters worse, here comes Lily to coddle and baby him in front of EVERYONE. And he was just tired of all the ridicule, so he lashed out. He snapped and called her a Mudblood. He had instantly regretted it, but after that, Lily had ignored, and avoid him, effectively cutting him off.

And while James' bullying has dwindled because of her refusal to acknowledge his existence, there where still times when his books where knocked from his arms, or food thrown at him in the Great hall. Minuscule things that where just little annoyances that he could handle so much more than getting a full on beat down. And while a part of him missed Lily as a friend, people had it wrong when they thought that he was IN love with her. He had loved her, but now, he had moved on. They had been only childhood friends, and now they where distant acquaintances. And he didn't hate it. He just wished he had someone to talk to, and Voldemort and Bella where not the ones to give a listening ear. They just ranted about cleansing the world of halfbloods, and muggles. A lot. And the rest of the Death Eaters where....Severus shivered mid-thought and blink as James said, "This year is going to be fun." He couldn't help, but heartily disagree as his marred arm flared with pain.

When they reached the common room, he quickly said, "Sassafras," before Sir Fredricston could ask, making him huff up a storm, than swinging open. The common room was a low-ceiling, dungeon-like room with low backed black and dark green leather sofas with buttons, skulls, and dark wood cupboards and was lit with greenish lamps. There were students already in it, but as Severus stepped in, he felt a little fear enter him when he spotted Bella Black.

'Blimey....'

××× Another ringer with the slick trigger finger
For Her Majesty
Another one with the golden tone voice
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer
Turned a thriller into a tragedy×××
____× Another Way to Die ×

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Shay C H E R R Y Darling

“L i f e is like a T a n g o... sad, s e n s u a l, sexy, v i o l e n t and q u i e t.”

Don't Quit Your Day Job

She fluttered her lashes at him, and slid off the bed as he smiled lecherously. He went to kiss her when she pressed a waiting finger to his lips. His brow furrowed and he frowned in bewilderment, taking a step back. Cherry smirked demurely and turned towards the door, giving him a good look at her from behind. A obliviously lustful look crossed his features and he quickly changed into some boxers before heading towards her.

"Not until you put some food in this belly of mine, sugar'," she murmured

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pppppppppppppppppppppppppSeverus Snapeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThe greatest thing you'll ever learn
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppis just to love and be loved in return.

Severus ignored everyone as they all started chatting up, realizing that this wasn't a place of sanctuary until a later time. He rushed into the boy's dormitories, and headed quickly for the trunk at the end of his new bed. He kicked it open with usual anger, and started trading his books for notebooks, though he kept his potions textbook in his bag. He grabbed some special ingredients and bird seed. His raven, Aglaia, didn't like to be around the other animals and he tended to visit her a lot to make her more comfortable in her surroundings. Plus, he missed her since she was the only 'being' to actually listen to him when he needed to talk and yet never snitch on him to hurt him later. He slung his bag back over his shoulder, pulled out his wand, and kicked his trunk closed before muttering a spell and flicked his wand, locking it. He walked out of the dormitories as James walked in.

He pushed passed people and headed back to the common room door, Sir Fredricston mumbled foul curses about always having to open his portrait every five seconds. He stumbled through the portal as his bag banged up against his hip and he used his long legs to scramble up into a clumsy run, heading for the Potions room. He knew Professor Slughorn would let him work on a few creations if he complimented the professor a bit, though he had to avoid getting into his "Slug Club", or turned into his little protege for the sake of his own sanity. His shoes smacked on the hard floors as he slowed into a fast walk, his chest heaving with light pants. Just as he was about the go up the ever changing stairs, he heard someone call his name.

"Severus Snape," Headmaster Dumbledore called, waving a hand to bring him over, "may I have a word?"

Severus' jaw clenched, a muscle in his cheek twitched with agitation. He looked at the stairs before sighing, turning back, and walking over to where Dumbledore stood waiting. He tightened his grip on his bags strap, and looked blackly at the Headmaster.

"Sir," he asked, peeking out of his peripherals, making sure no one was watching too much. Dumbledore smiled at him and started to talk to him about how he was worried about Snape, because he didn't seem to be getting along with the other students even though he was doing so well in his classes. Severus just nodded to everything he said and agreed to try to turn this year around. After they parted ways, Severus felt his shoulders droop and he changed direction, heading for the the Owlery in the West Tower.

××× Another ringer with the slick trigger finger
For Her Majesty
Another one with the golden tone voice
Poisoning your fantasy
Another bill from a killer
Turned a thriller into a tragedy×××
____× Another Way to Die ×

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xxxxxCharity L o v e Robuxxxxxx

Clothe Thy Self
Protect Thy Self
Arm Thy Self

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→ "You don't wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies."


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder, there's a thunder in our hearts, baby."


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→ "So much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ "C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling, let me steal this moment from you now."

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Nimble fingers clung to rock crevices as Love scrambled up the rock sheet's surface, her boots digging into little foot holes; she huffed out little breaths as she heaved herself upwards. With every exhale, she breathed out lyrics that she had memorized from the time when she was seven and they had music. It had been such a wonderful, but short time when the beats, notes and melodies filled the Community. It had been happier times, than it was gone. She had tried to take up reading, but she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around the words. She was ashamed to have never learned to read entirely, having a rudimentary knowledge of it. It had always been her Achilles' heel and yet, it humbled her to know that you can't know everything.

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small...And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall...

Her voice was strong and high, keeping with the tempo in her head as she climbed higher. She blinked her eyes rapidly out as dirt fell onto her goggles, holding on with only one hand as she swiped at her face. A breeze picked up the stray hairs that poked out from under hood, the white clarity of them glistening in the air.

..And if you go chasing rabbits and you know you're going to fall. Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar has given you the call. Call Alice when she was just small...

She looked up and breathed deeply, finally seeing the top and she spider climbed up the side at a faster pace; wanting to reach the top of the ledge, feeling way to exposed. Her muscles ached as she redoubled her efforts, straining herself, but some kind of immediateness came over her and she felt an over powering need to hurry. She reached out an arm high.

When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go and you've just had some kind of mushroom. And your mind is moving low, go ask Alice, I think she'll know...

Love's fingers curled over the top, than another before swinging up a leg to join them. She panted for breath, sweat beading her brow and dampening her scarf. She heaved herself up and rolled onto the ledge and laid on her back. Vapor puffed out in front of her mouth as she exhaled, steam being created by the heat of her body. She dimly regretted her layers, but knew the benefits out weighed the faults.

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead, and the White Knight is talking backwards, and the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said, "Feed your head, feed your head...

Love rolled up onto her feet and brushed dirt and foliage from her clothes; she stared warily at the burgeoning forest laid out before her. The world wasn't an entire wasteland, some nature managing to hold on and become as wold as the Earth around it had become. Her jaw clenched and she hefted her pack higher on her shoulders. She hoped that there would be someone alive to meet at the coast. Love hoped a lot. She whispered the last part.

....Feed your head...
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↗"And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh..."↖

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