Sunny's Testing Vs. 2

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☼чσυ нσℓם мє ωιтнσυт тσυcн☼

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☼чσυ кєєρ мє ωιтнσυт cнαιиs☼

Clara Jane Wheeler, lay in a tipi, she was shivering. It was not because of the cold. There were furs upon furs, piled on top of her. And there was a fire here in the tipis. But Clara was still shivering. It was because of fear. Clara had been taken from her home. Well, she had been leaving home, when she had been kidnapped. Clara had been kept in the dark, literally, for days, and when she had finally been taken off of the horse, and the sack had been taken off of her eyes, she had come face to face with a bunch of Native Americans.

It wasn't that Clara was racist about Native Americans, because she wasn't. Clara was a very accepting person. It was the fact that she didn't know anything about them, and they didn't know anything about her. Clara shook her head. She sat up, and wrapped the furs around her. Taking a deep breath, Clara stared into the small fire. It was slowly dying. It was going to go out soon, and he would be back. The boy who was her betrothed. She didn't know his name, didn't know what he was like.

The tribe had forced her to spend time with him, and every time they spent time with each other, they were completely quiet. Neither of them spoke one word to each other. Clara didn't want to get married to him. She didn't like being forced against her own will. Clara sighed, she knew that the people here had arranged another meeting, between us. But today this was different. There was a woman who spoke english so that they would be able to translate for us. Clara wasn't sure if this was going to help her decide anything. But she guessed she was willing to try. At least she wanted to get to know the man she would be marrying in a short while.

Clara stood up, and looked at the dress they had given her to wear, and the mocassins as well. They were comfortable, and Clara was grateful. Stepping forward, Clara pulled the tipi aside, and stepped out into the nippy air. It was fall time, early October, almost her birthday. She could see the tribal people sitting around a fire. Clara felt out of place. She didn't know where she should go, where she should meet this boy and the interpreter.

The people sitting at the fire, looked up at her as she walked by, and nodded. Clara smiled nervously back at them, but kept walking. The leaves were beginning to change colors. Clara thought about Jakob. This was his favorite time of year. She missed him very much. All she wanted to do was be back in his arms, and spend time with him. But that was going to be impossible. A tear rolled down her cheek silently. Clara swiped it away, with her hand, and sat down on a log. She was so stupid. Why had she had to go and get kidnapped, and taken. But Elizabeth would tell her that there was no point in wallowing now. What was done is done. Closing her eyes, Clara sat there in silence and listened to the talking of the tribe, and the wind blowing through the trees.

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i dont want to fall another moment
in your gravity
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۞ Cause I'm lost in the grace of your smile ۞

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۞ To fall in your love, is a place I could spend my life ۞

Jakob Wheeler, rode his horse. He and his brother had been riding all night long, and Jakob was tired. He was tired of this whole mess they were in. But Jakob would never tell his brother. He had insisted on coming along. On killing Max Carson. He was just as much to fault as James. But Jakob knew that James was taking the blame for himself, and bottling it all in. That was how he and James were different. James was the protector, the tough, unemotional man. And Jakob, well he was emotional, maybe too emotional, and sensitive.

Jakob spurred his horse on faster. He just wanted to get to this new town, and try and get some sleep. He turned his head to see James lagging behind. "Slow poke hurry up. I need some breakfast!" He said, hoping to spur his brother on. They had just enough money to buy breakfast, and some loggings. He was tired. Jakob really needed to rest. Thirty more yards. He kept telling himself. Just a little bit longer.

Soon he pulled up to the hitching post for their horses, and got off Dusty. He tied the rains on the post, and stroked his horse waiting for his brother to catch up. Jakob's thoughts turned to Clara. They had left her a month ago, when they were being sought for Max Carson's murder. They had both convinced her to stay home with Elizabeth. That a life on the run was no way for a young woman to grow up. Jake thought about Clara alot. She seemed to be always on his mind. Even when he slept. But he couldn't tell James. James would tell him something like he should have stayed home, and not helped murder Max. Or something of the sort.

But Jake's mind kept wandering to his younger sister. Something about the situation didn't feel right to him. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong. And normally his gut feelings were right. It was something he wanted to discover, whether or not his sister was all right. But his attention was drawn to something happening on the stage. Jakob didn't even wait for James to catch up, he picked up speed and ran to the mob of men crowded around the stage. And that's when he saw it. The Indian girl standing on the stage. a tear rolling down her cheek. The ring master came on stage and ordered for the other girl to be brought out. Jake waved James over to him and sighed. He had to do something. James would know what they should do.


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I know we could take on the world, just you and me, girl
with nothing but love
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Sydney Halpert vs. Miguel Collandro
the invisible and shy pavement artist
who wants to kill the intelligent and sarcastic spanish spy

The plane landed safely, and all the passengers started filing towards the front exits. Syd and "Dominique" opened the top compartments. Dominique grabbed her tote bag, and Syd grabbed her bag as well. Then she watched as Dominique ran into the undercover marshal, but knew that it was all a ruse. Once the marshal passed, her friend looked to her and said that she was hungry and Mr. Garcia had enough money for the both of them. Sydney laughed, and smiled at her friend. They exited the plane, and Sydney could hear her boots clicking on the floor. These weren't the best things to be wearing, especially when you would soon be tailing someone, but she did have to play the part of the "french tourist" for the public. But for Manuel, she'd be playing someone else. Someone he desperately needed. They then left the airport. The streets were crowded, and Syd couldn't help but keep looking over her shoulder. That was what you got for being a spy.

It didn't take them long to find a little cafe to sit down and eat. They ordered something simple in Spanish. They talked a little while they ate, but their minds were elsewhere. They had a job to do. So once the check came, they picked up their things. Then Sydney and Kat headed over to their small apartment they would share. Thanks U.S. Government. You would think if they were sending their agents, into a dangerous situation, one they might not come out of, that they would splurge a little, and put them in a nice apartment. It was homey, but quaint. Syd placed her bag in her bedroom, and began to change her showes. These were no shoes, when you were doing reconasaince (I spelled that wrong but that's ok. No spell-check at school) on your target.

And with that she said goodbye to Kat. Then Syd picked her way across the street. She needed to find a pay phone. Her need for a phone was simple. She needed to get in contact with her contact her in Spain. Syd needed to find the where abouts of Manuel, so that she could follow him, and scope out the situation she found herself in. Syd quickly found a phone, and pushed the quarters in. Once that was done, she punched in his number, let it ring once, then twice, and hung up. That was their code to let them know it was each other. A minute later, the pay phone rang and she picked it up. Sydney didn't stay on the phone for very long. She got his whereabouts, and then looked around.

Syd walked around until she found an empty street with an older car. There was no one around. So she slipped over towards it. Checking the handle first. Stupid people, leaving your doors unlocked. But Syd knew it wasn't going to be as simple as that. The keys weren't anywhere to be found, not like most people left that in their unlocked cars. Sydney pulled the panel just below the steering column out. There were a few wires there, and she pulled the two she needed. Sydney clicked them together, a few times, and the engine purred to life. With that, she put the car into drive, and headed towards the street she needed to be at. Syd parked the car and shut it off. No one would notice it parked there for a few days. Once out of the car, Syd blended into the crowd. It was nice being a pavement artist. But she kept her eyes out for Manuel, and tried to spot her target. Finally she found him, and she began to follow the dark haired man.

When the man left, Miguel sat there. He sighed, and ran a hand through his short dark hair. He was tired, and bored. He ordered a coffee and a small sandwich. He might as well make the most of the day, before he had to head back to Manuel and tell him of the news. He began to people watch again. There was a couple who had just entered the building. They were holding hands, and looked completely enraptured with each other. They were either newlyweds, or they had just begun dating. They were cute, but he didn't want to keep staring at them. Miguel started to do math equations in his head. They were extremely complicated for a normal person. And for a normal person, they would have recquired a pencil and paper, as well as a calculator. But being a genius he didn't even need a pencil, paper, or calculator. His mind was a calculator.

Having finished his sandwich, and coffee, Miguel stood up. He walked out without paying the bill and made his way towards the street. He did things like that. Miguel never paid a bill in his life, but he always stole things that would make him rich. It was warm out too warm for a suit. But he had been on a business meeting, so he had wanted to dress nice. Impressions were everything. And a suit said that he was serious and dependable. Miguel wiped the sweat off of his brow. He really had nothing to do now. He had met with the business client, and now had the rest of the day to do whatever. Normally he would have planned the job for him and Manny to pull off. But seeing how this was a four person job, and there were only two of them, there was no way they were pulling that off. So there was no reason for him to plan anything.

Time passed by slowly for Miguel. Even though it was hot, and he should probably go to the house that he and Manny shared, he didn't want to. Running a hand through his dark hair, Miguel looked and then crossed the street. It was crowded and people were milling around. Miguel weaved in and out between people. He was a skinny and fit guy, he could fit anywhere. Miguel scanned the crowd, and saw a very fat man, in a wife beater, and shorts. He really needed to wear more clothing that covered up his flab. It was absolutely disgusting. As Miguel kept walking, a breeze came. But with that breeze, came a new sight as well. The most gorgeous girl he had seen in forever was walking towards him. Well not exactly towards him, but in his direction. She was tall, and brunette, and looked like a cat. Miguel stood there a little speechless. But smiled towards her anyways.

ooc; didn't totally know what to do with miggle. And I added Kat in just to move this along a little.

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prudence jones vs zachary johnson
the timid & determined apprentice at ollivander's wands.
& the methodical & guarded bank teller of gringotts wizarding bank.

Prudence had just finished changing her clothes into something for the party. Something a little bit more suitable for the New Years' Eve party. It was a very simple dress with simple accessories. Pru then walked out of the door, of Ollivander's Wands, where she worked as an apprentice to Ollivander. Ollivander had left just a little bit before her. Prudence needed to make sure she said the spell to lock up the store. Who knew who would try and break into Ollivander's and try to steal a wand or two. The brunette sighed, and once she tried the door, she began making her way to the Leaky Cauldron. Her heels clicking on the pavement, even with the snow on the ground. Pru liked the sound of that. Clip clop, clip clop. She pulled her sweater a little closer to her, it was pretty cold. But she wasn't going much further, and Pru would either apparate from the party, or use the floo network to get to her flat. But never-the-less, Pru hurried herself to move faster.

It didn't take long for the brunette to arrive at The Leaky Cauldron. She pulled the door open and heard the familiar ding of the bell. There were quite a few people here, Pru could see Ollivander sitting in a corner, talking to someone she hadn't been introduced. The two men looked like they were in a deep conversation, so she decided to leave the two gentleman alone. Hannah Abbott Longbottom, the land-lady of the Leaky Cauldron, was behind the bar, making everyone's drinks. Her gray eyes scanned the place for another familiar face. But no one she knew extremely well was here yet. Her friend, Cat, wasn't here yet. Pru sighed, and made her way across the room. She stepped up to the bar and Hannah smiled at her. "Can I have a fire whiskey please?" She asked politely. Hannah nodded her head, and began fixing her drink.

Within a minute, Pru had her drink in her hand, and made her way over to an empty table. Once she sat down, Pru began nursing her drink. She wasn't a very social person, so these events were a little awkward for her. Pru took a sip of her fire whiskey. She wasn't one to drink very much, and normally she got a butterbeer but this was a party and she decided one drink couldn't hurt her. More people filed in and Pru smiled, or nodded at them. A lock of her long brown hair fell in her face, and she pushed it away. Some upbeat song came floating towards her. Pru wasn't one to know who was popular on radios today. She mainly did her work, and went home. She loved finding the perfect wand for a child, going off to Hogwarts. She was lost in her own thoughts and didn't even notice anyone new come in.

Zachary pulled his jacket closer to him. He had offered to stay a little longer at Gringotts and close up for them, but they had insisted he go to the Leaky Cauldron for the New Year's Eve party. Zachary was actually excited for this. He normally spent his days at Gringotts and his nights at his flat reading a book. Zachary never really went out much. The dark haired young man, walked the practically empty streets of Diagon Alley. It was chilly out, well Zachary never said the word chilly, so it was more brusque outside. He ran a hand through his dark hair. It had been a year since he had graduated from Hogwarts. And he was a bank teller at Gringotts. It was a pretty good job, and he got paid a much better wage then the goblins. The snow covered the ground and their were icicles hanging from some of the buildings. His cheeks were pink from the cold air, and Zachary quickened his pace.

It didn't take him long to get there. The bell dinged signaling his arrival. He saw a few of the goblins he worked with there, but Zachary never really talked to them unless he was spoken to first. He scanned his dark eyes around the room. He saw Ollivander, and some other man. Zachary's thoughts turned to when he was eleven and he came to Ollivander for his wand. Phoenix feather, and Blackthorne. He ran a hand through his dark hair. He looked at everyone else in the room. There was a short brunette sitting by herself. She seemed to be lost in thought. Zachary crossed his arms, as he made his way to the bar. "May I have a fire whiskey, please?" He asked, taking out the coins he would need to pay the bar maid. Zachary wasn't much of a drinker, but this was a party, and he didn't really want to be labeled, right off the bat, as a downer.

Once he had his drink in hand, Zachary made his way towards the center of the room. There weren't many tables, which weren't already occupied. The young boy sighed. He could go over to the brunette who was lost in thought, she was a Hufflepuff, he believed. But Zachary wasn't a very social person and he didn't want to interrupt her thinking. What if she was thinking of something extremely important. His thoughts turned to Hogwarts. He actually missed the hustle and bustle of the school. He, himself, had been a Ravenclaw. A very studious boy. He was brought out of his thoughts, however when a gorgeous blond walked into the room. Zachary crossed his arms in front of his chest, and took a sip of his drink. The strong liquid poured down his throat, and stung a little. But Zachary took another sip, and smiled a little at the young woman who had just entered the building.

ooc; Hope this was ok for a first post. And I made Pru, and Cat friends. Here is pru's dress
prudence
zachary

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chevelle trenton vs edmund fitzpatrick
the bubbly & optimistic daughter of the king's best friend
with the conceited & arrogant prince of london.

ooc; Chevelle's dress

chevelle
edmund