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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:11 pm
*Pauses, not quite looking at Rowle so she doesn't lose her temper with him; sighs and looks at him* Thank you... for your... honesty.
And do you understand why that was wrong, Rowle? How prostitution and poor diet could affect your life? Such as STDs and health complications?
And how does it make you feel? Guilty? Depressed? Angry?
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 4:24 pm
*Coughs again, this time involuntarily, having a bit of a cold and sounding a little congested..... but the point is that, who knows what the hell else he's got*
Health complications. *Laugh/coughs again, but then bring a filthy finger up to his face, tapping what could be assumed to be his chin in contemplation*
..... well, to be honest Granger... it makes me feel.... *He paused, looking unsure*
........horny. stare And hungry. I could eat a whole fukin' chicken offa a one of those 'plus sized' whores right about now. *He laughed again, showing yellowed teeth, his bloodshot eyes partially shut with mirth*
*It was all just too hilarious to him, the things Hermione said. Affect his life? Hell, he wouldn't give a damn if he didn't wake up the next morning, as long as he'd at least gotten drunk or high the night before*
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:32 pm
Fenrir was hardly listening the whole while, hating that he had to be here with all these people. Afterall, he wasn't even considered a Death Eater during the war- he was merely a threatening device. And now he had to sit in on therapy sessions. Better than going to Azkaban, of course, but definitely not his idea of a good time. And another thing, he wasn't magic, just a werewolf, and he doubted any amount of therapy would make him into someone who could contribute to society.
Fenir snarled softly, picking his teeth with a nail, and scrunching his nose up at Rowle. He hated the smell of alcohol, and decided on the spot to never ever bite Rowle- he probably would taste foul, though it wasn't like Fenrir could catch diseases from him.
The werewolf heaved a heavy sigh, refusing to speak- Rowle seemed to have a lot to say on his own.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:57 am
Well.. I suppose it's good that you're honest. *Presses her lips together in a thin frown as she considers what the hell to do with him*
Would you feel any different, perhaps, if there were someone there to take care of you? A lover or a family member? Would what you do now with your life cause you to be ashamed if you felt like someone actually cared about you? *Gestures as she speaks* Really, Rowle, I want you to consider it. You do a very good job at keeping others away; but what if someone loved you in spite of it all? Wouldn't you change for them, so you weren't so alone?
*Glances at Fenrir before looking back to Rowle, her expression plainly stating he was next*
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:43 am
stare No. I don't have any ********' family for one. Two, bitches are are for ********', not for keepin'. *Stares at Hermione, including her in that category*
Three, if some stupid b***h fell in love with me, why the ******** would I change when it's obviously th' good looks and charm I got now that made her an even stupider b***h in the first place?
*Smooths down his newspaper hat, and gives his best grin, cracked lips, yellow teeth and all*
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 12:21 pm
Oh, honestly, Rowle. You have an answer for everything. *Throws her hands up, obviously frustrated with the unkempt man before her* You could justify murder with that attitude.
*Rubs at her temple* I'm not the sort of person to restrict the self-medicating of others - but you are sorely tempting me, Rowle. Your alcohol and your lack of bathing are just your barriers, and they're preventing your rehabilitation.
What would you say if I showed you *plucks a sheet of paper from her folder* a court order for immediate restriction of alcoholic beverages, and a legal obligation to shower daily? It's already signed by the Minister. I would just have to file it for it to go into affect. Would your attitude change?
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 2:10 pm
You wouldn't. *Stink-eyed death Glare*
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 2:40 pm
*Watches Rowle for several moments, her nostrils flared in irritation and her chest rising and falling in frustrated breaths* Wouldn't I?
*Turns on her heel, gesturing towards the door - which sweeps open to allow a small owl to flutter its way in - and scribbles a note on the paperwork before rolling it up and offering it to the hovering owl; glances back at Rowle to gauge his reaction* I could send it now, you know. It might actually help you. Merlin knows nothing else has.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:23 pm
*Glares, nostrils flaring and steam practically streaming out of them*
You better ********' send that piece of s**t document, Granger. Because there isn't any ********' way I'll ever ********' do what you want me to voluntarily So send it, I ********' dare you.
*His mouth was drawn up into a scowl, spittle flying out of his mouth as he talks, his teeth clenched afterwards. What really blew about the entire situation was that, if the document was real, it didn't cover drugs, but there was no way he could switch from being drunk all the time to being high, because Granger would find that out and ban that too. But there was no way in all of hell he'd play 'good boy' like Granger wanted him too. She's have to force him, and even if she did send it, he'd still find a way to follow the requirements of the document, and make her life as much of a living hell as possible*
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:25 pm
Fenrir was grinning widely, showing all his sharp yellowed teeth, but otherwise he kept quiet in his chair.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 5:05 pm
I really don't want to have to, Rowle. I understand that your life is incredibly stressful, and if you're enough of a man to own up to your own mistakes, you're probably dealing with the weight of guilt. Alcohol seems to be your only comfort.
*Frowns* You ought to clean up and try dating. Really, Rowle. The benefits are innumerable.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 3:42 pm
*Gives Granger this look of complete incredulity*
*Looks as if he's having a coughing fit again, but it becomes apparent that he's laughing, laughing with complete abandonment at what Hermione said*
*Wheezes, leaning forward and slapping his hand down on the table, causing it to shake*
Aaah... eh..... eh heh.... *Wipes a tear from his eye*
You just ********' know everything, don't you Granger. Iff'n I drink alcohol, I must be coverin' up some sort of repressed childhood trauma, or some 'backlash' from being bullied as a teenager, or some other s**t. *Throws his hands up as if in surrender, sounding sarcastically serious* I admit it, my father spanked my backside once with a wooden spoon, and I decided, right then an' there at the tender age of three, I was gonna grow up t' kill people.
Isn't that what you like to hear, Granger? *Affixes her with a stare, returning his hands to rest casually on his thighs, somewhat smug and very condescending* Tragic stories, because there's got to be somethin' wrong.
*Sneers, aware he's talking much more than he had probably in all the sessions he's had combined*
My life ain't ********' stressful, ya ********' nit. I get drunk all day, ******** all night, sleep as long as I want to and wherever I please, and start all over again. I've never been happier in my whole ********' life. *Well, besides the fact that if he died before the morning, he wouldn't give a damn. He had no responsibilities, no duties, didn't have to do anything except what he felt like doing, and that constituted as happy to him*
*He licked his dry, chapped lips, his eyes suddenly gleaming*
And I don't feel remorseful or guilty about nothing.
*Suddenly all looks and gleams were gone, and Rowle sat back in his chair, scratching at his chin, a slightly smug smile on his lips*
And why the ******** would I want to date? If I want a bit o' womanly company, I've only got to tip her a bit of coin, an' I got her as long as I please. Of course....
*He turned to look at Hermione again, leering*
If you were to offer yourself up on the table... *His eyes wandered from her face, downwards, before moving back up, stopping for a few moments at her chest before he looked back up at her face*
.... I might consider it. 'Course, like I said. You're still going to have to make me.
*He licked his bottom lip feeling a bit of thirst after talking for so long, and continued to leer at Hermione, wondering if she'd be bold enough. He thought not. She was a windy little nit, but he thought not much more than that. She couldn't even send the damned paper, making him think it was likely fake, a complete bluff*
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 8:04 pm
*Narrows her chocolate eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line as she steps forward; jabs her finger into his chest* You have some nerve, Rowle. This program is the only thing keeping you out of Azkaban! And I'm the only person who has any hope for your future! You'd think you'd be grateful I'm trying to find something in your past that contributes to your current problems -- at least I care!
I am going to make you. *Pokes him again, this time with more strength behind her hand* You don't intimidate me, Rowle; as a matter of fact, your blatant sexual desire for me is inspiring, because at least I know on some level you're aware of why I'm here, and you appreciate it.
*Thrusts the paperwork at the owl* Take it to the front office! I've had enough of this nonsense! *Turns away from Rowle for a moment, a hand over her eyes as she attempts to calm herself* You're worth more than this, Rowle. *Softly* You're an artist. You have something to give.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 8:31 pm
*Watches her, a dark smirk on his face all the while as he observed her narrowed eyes, her anger. When she jabbed him and started to chaste him, he looked briefly down at his chest, but appeared to feel it no more than if it'd been a small bug like a nit who was bothering him*
*Her pokings began to rouse something in him... and no, not that, you perverts, and he sat up more, looking suddenly contemplative, as if he had something important to say, to release upon the world*
.... *Lets out a long, drawn out burp, and he counted it on his fingers, one, two, three, four, five. Afterwards he brought his fist to his mouth, coughing and displaying his congestion once more, but looking proud of himself for his gigantic emission, as well as for riling Hermione up*
*He watched the owl fly out the window then, and for a moment he felt anger, the emotion showing on his face, and felt the urge to yell at her for being such a stupid little nit, to bang on the table and growl and use his hulking form perhaps to intimidate her.... but he had a witty comeback, so that was all rather unnecessary*
.... so that's a yes to the date, then?
*Smug smirk back on his face, he looked up at her. True, he found her attractive, as much as he found any other woman. But she was too much of a goddamned annoyance to him, and he spent half as much time avoiding strangling her, and consequently getting sent back to Azkaban, as he did ogling when the moments presented themselves. He was still angry, he was very angry, as it was now dawning on him that she may not be bluffing, and that alcohol was now, unfathomably, restricted, but he decided to save it for later. An opportunity would likely come up in the future where it would be of better use to him*
An' I thought you didn't like my drawings, Granger. *He said mockingly, putting a hand on his chest and feigning hurt*
If we're ********' done talkin' now, I'd like you to kindly ******** off and let me work on a new 'masterpiece.' *Says sarcastically* Maybe I'll sell it and make a load of cash. *Briefly wonders if you could hire someone to kill puppets*
Where are the ********' crayons? stare
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