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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 10:35 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"I slept with her, then I slept with her roommate, the same night, in her bed." Draco chuckled as he dropped the finished Lucky Strike just before it burned his lip.
"She didn't care about that, she thought I was in love with her, though I clearly told her I wasn't, just horny." Draco stood and stretched, checked his watch.
"Alright Valentine, its time for Jazz band. I have to get Raithsburn from my room. I'll see you in Strings in an hour I guess." Draco waved as he turned and started back to the boys dorm. He stole one last look over his shoulder before he left the little enclosure of trees.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:15 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia looked a little surprised at Draco's confession; it sounded a little too bold, even for Draco. It's probably just another lie; it always seems to be. She shrugged at his excuse, not really caring for the reasons. Talk is just wind.
"I'll see you later then."
She gave him a little wave with her free hand, only to curse a moment later when her Lucky Strike burned down to her fingers. Amelia flicked the horrid thing away, sucking at the damaged digits. Damnable cigarette. She sighed and collected her things before heading off to her own room. When she let herself in, her roommate Carolyne was scribbling madly away at a scrap of paper. A bit of snooping and she could see it was a poem for one of her classes. Amelia just shook her head, gave her roommate a small kiss on her temple; she kicked off her shoes and made for the shower, washing quickly.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:43 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco grabbed Raithsburn, his black, coffin shaped double bass and exited into the hall. Emerson was just exiting his dorm and Draco smirked.
"Valentine, your better half has decided to join me in the music making. You should come to one of our rehearsals, she makes time to see you on the pitch." Draco chuckled as he pushed through the crowd. No one understood him, he was speaking Russian now.
"Loved to stay and chit chat, but I gotta go open the music hall for Jazz." Draco gave him a mock salute and carried on his way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:34 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia retrieved her (old) Strad from the closet without a look to Draco until she'd sat down in her proper seat and the bow was out; she took it slowly through its warm up paces, giving it extra attention. The 1699 Strad Draco had given her was carefully stashed away in a floor safe, for her private use only, along with her electric violin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 7:36 pm
Emerson Valentine
"I'll have to do that Draco. Amelia really gets into her music; she likes it when I swing by, even if I can't stand it myself."
Kooshite govno ee oomeeite, a*****e. Emerson gave Draco a look and went the other way, going down the back stairs to get to his own classes. He fell in line with Amelia, following her to their first class: AP Russian. Emerson sat next to his twin in the class, feeling oddly protective of her that morning. All too soon (in his most auspicious opinion) the class had ended. He parted with her with nary a word and a chaste kiss, sending her on her merry little way to Strings.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:06 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco was already in the music hall, their instructor in the office. He had asked Yesiv and he had said yes. So then only a few more players and then we have a band. He was thrumming out a very quick and light lick on Raithsburn. Their teacher hated his base. It was pure black, coffin shaped and both sides had silver letters emblazoned on it spelling on the name he had given to his favorite base. He planned on using it as his stage name. He noticed her before she came in, through one of the windows and as the door close the thrumming stopped.
"So how's the ole chap? Grumpy, irritable, jockish?" Draco chuckled, then Kayla came in, she gave him a look of daggers and he shut up. Kayla was five foot nothing, a little plump, and had fiery red hair, so kryptonite for him. He had ******** her, hard then ******** her equally hot roommate. Then got a earful about how all he did was ******** and walk. So what if he did spend two weeks buttering her up and loosening her legs. That's how one plays the game.
"Kayla, still hating me for two years ago?" A growl was all the answer he got. Draco put his bass on a rack, picked up one of the school violins and sat down next to Amelia.
"See what I mean, pure hate." Draco started bowing back and forth on the crappy instrument, stopped and picked up another one.
"You know we pay so much to go here and you'd think they could provide decent instruments for when I want to sit somewhere else in Strings. You know just in case I decide to give mine away." Draco chuckled, he had said it to loud and Kayla growled more.
"Um, time to go back to where I belong." The other nine students that could competently play their stringed instruments showed up as Draco quickly made his way back to the flashy base, Kayla glaring at him all the way.
"Stupid Draco, stupid. At least you can keep an eye on her from back here." Draco was the only double bassist. They had Three violins, four Violas, Four Cellos and Draco. Ms. Beilings came out and passed out a new piece for them to start on. Draco already had the entire library of music, saw what they were playing and pulled out the appropriate music.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:24 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia followed Draco's gaze when mentioned Kayla, but otherwise didn't move, except to warm up and stroke down her Strad. Well, so much for her then. Maybe Myline will be more...persuasive. She had never liked Kayla Thompson much anyway; they'd be fast friends their freshman year at Steering, until Kayla had been dared to do this or that to Amelia had some party or another. Amelia couldn't remember what exactly anymore; it had ended in a vicious rumor war with Amelia trouncing her enemy soundly.
"Thompson is out of the question then, if she hates your guts. Did you ******** or otherwise make Kayla Myline hate you? She's still got pretty wicked vocals."
Draco didn't have time to answer however, as Beilings called the class into order and began to pass out sheet music; she only did that for new pieces. New stuff? Finally. Amelia was disappointed to find out that their "new" song was anything but: it was merely "In the Hall of the Mountain King," a piece she'd learned by heart many years previous. She set it out on the stand anyway, and adjusted her instrument to the right tune quickly. Beilings raised her wand and (as always) the Cellos and Basses opened up into the creepy tune.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:02 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco played the piece, perfectly and with out any enthusiasm. It was his last class for the half day anyways, so when the were done he started playing something better. One of the rock pieces he was working on, it involved him playing the bass with his bow instead of plucking along. Finally it was just Amelia and Draco. Amelia he realized always preformed the same ritual cleaning of her violin.
"Yes I did ******** her, and no she doesn't hate me. Eighty percent of the women if screw, know I'm in it for a screw. Keeps things simple. Hell I think Myline, yes I did, went back for seconds and thirds." Draco stopped playing and placed the coffin base in its case, cleaned the bow off a bit and slid it in its holder. He was ready to go already.
"So then what are you doing for the rest of the day?" Draco lifted the case onto his back and started to tap out a slow beat on the wood inside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 9:25 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia shook her head, while she wiped down her precious instrument. It was only when it was done and the 1703 was packed away again and safely stowed in the closet would she speak; she felt like if she spoke while she worked, the ritual would be tainted at least in the slightest. And heaven forbid if it was tainted! She shrugged and shook out a Lucky Cigarette and lit up; she did not offer a either a light or a f** to Draco. It was a high brow snub of the highest quality.
"Em has a game tonight, but otherwise I have little; my friends bailed. Tu?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:25 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
Draco didn't care if she didn't offer a cigarette, it was her choice, he always offered, it was how he was. He pulled his own pack out, put away and pulled out a third pack of smokes, cigars. Grape flavor. Usually he used them to roll blunts. Now though he was using it to smoke, seeing as his weed was in his dorm.
"Nothing much. Gonna check up on my lab, make sure the product is cooking correctly. After that no clue. Wanna come see the lab?" Draco turned towards the derelict shed that was his lab.
"Free sample of my wares awaits you." Draco chuckled as he continued, not even waiting for her. He had neglected the lab this morning.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 7:16 pm
Amelia Valentine
Amelia didn't want to go. To go meant that she'd have to make small talk, the devil's creation. But if she didn't go that would mean she'd have to do school work. Or worse. Emerson wasn't even free today; he had a new date. They were going riding of all things. Damn him. She sighed and went to lock up her fiddle before hurrying after Draco and feeling like the perfect fool for doing so. In a few moment though she'd caught up with him and his smelly cigar.
"Let's be clear here, Draco, you are absolutely my last choice of things to do today."
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 5:43 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco fiddled with the lock and opened the shed with a smile. He turned the light on before going in and the pulled her in quickly and shut the door before anyone could see inside.
"Duly noted, means I'll have to try extra special hard won't I." Draco set his base around and started checking saucers and looking through microscopes and stirring where needed.
"I'm not making just heroin, also concocting a new form of cocaine, one untraceable by K-9's. I'll sell the formula to some drug dealers, the sell the formula to the government." Draco chuckled as he looked the board, and crossed out the part he had tried.
"So far it is hard." Draco grabbed a small spoon and some yellow powder and held it over a burner. Slowly it melted collected in a bowl. Then he poured this into a vial and then finally into the cocaine mixture. Once that was done he grabbed a syringe and handed it to her.
"Enjoy, some of my finest. Latest formula, field tested it for six weeks and a complete success." Draco leaned back on the middle table and watched her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:12 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia eyed the syringe full of the mixture, and then Draco; she checked her watch. A bit early to party; it's only 1300. Still, it was plain to see that Draco intended it as a challenge...and Amelia was never one to shirk back from a challenge. Let's hope I have a good trip. I wonder what its like? Em, this is what you get for ditching me for some trollop: your better half, partying in an abandoned shed with a boy no one should be with. She set the syringe to one side and began to undo her belt.
"Have you ever heard of Jacob's Ladder?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:55 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI Draco pulled out a strand of surgical tubing and tossed it to her while he continued to stir and add ingredients.
"Biblical, Musical, or Film. I have not seen the film yet, just haven't gotten around to it, you could guess why." Draco chuckled as he examined his hydroponics. He was hybridizing Skunk and Afghan together to create something even stronger, it was successful, the people he had sampled to were getting higher and getting there faster. In the other one was another cannabis plant, a hybrid of Purple and Skunk. He would hybrid this one and the Skunk/Afghan plant and sell that later.
"I might get into botany, you know as a side project. Might as well, seeing as I'm pretty good at it right now. I think I'll create a better rose." Draco wrote this on the whiteboard in the shed as one of his experiments started smoking. He ran over, covered it in a massive jar and then let the smoke filter through seven screens.
"Yeah, well that one failed." Draco crossed another formula off the board and started writing a new one under it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:05 pm
Amelia Valentine
"Film."
Amelia caught the tubing and let her belt be. With quick, practiced movements, she tied her arm off and shot the coke into her vein. She gave a small sigh of pleasure when it hit her system. She unwrapped the tubing and tossed it back onto the table, along with the spent needle; she fixed her belt and retrieved her cigarette.
"Hold on. Your formula isn't all bad. Your proportions are wrong."
Amelia captured one of the dry-erase markers and made a few adjustments on the "tossed out" formula.
"Try that next time; it should work now."
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