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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:05 pm
 The Grange Towers is a massive building housing hundreds of apartments available for only a shade higher than most. Considered one of the nicer housing towers in Morbus, it is mostly inhabited by quiet and nonviolent families and loners.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:09 pm
*Breathes hard, laughing and stumbling across the seemingly endless roof. Holds the bottle of whiskey he'd bought close to his chest as he haphazardly runs to the edge.*
Look at this...view.. Bloody hell. You can see Every bit of FOG....
*Laughs and hops up onto the actual edge, careful in his drunken haze as he walks along it. The bottle slips from his hand, flying downward to the streets below.*
At least I drank most of it.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:17 pm
*Emerges from one of the dozens of stairwells leading up onto the roof; wind catches her hair and billows it across her pale face, Hermione appearing desperate as she looks across the broad roof for signs of her patient*
*Her chocolate eyes fall on Wilkes and she dashes forward wordlessly, running swiftly despite a mini skirt clutching her thighs and cracks across the concrete tripping her steps*
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:23 pm
*Holds his arms out, enjoying the wind whipping through his long-sleeved shirt, his hat long since forgotten.*
It's going to rain-
*He faltered, turning around to the sound of Hermione's clumsiness.*
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:27 pm
*Her boot catches on a protruding pipe and she stumbles forward, throwing out her hands to catch herself as she falls across the roof and lands with a loud thwmp*
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:29 pm
You can't even stop someone correctly??
*Yells, the wind picking up and blowing harshly at his lithe frame* WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GOOD FOR?
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:33 pm
*Glances up sharply, a dribble of blood gathering on the bruised flesh of her lower lip; her chin is badly scraped as well, bleeding freely as her eyes narrow in his direction*
Lyonel Wilkes; you've violated your contract with the Rehabilitation program by coming to this city. *Raised voice so as to be heard over the wind* You're under arrest pending investigation into your case!
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:35 pm
*Emerges from the fog perched on a broom, brandishing his wand as he levitates a few yards behind Wilkes* Jump and I'll catch you anyway, mate. Step off the ledge and walk towards Hermione, thanks.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:46 pm
*Snarls* No. You can't ******** keep telling me when I'm going to live and die!
I put up with your bullshit long enough!!
*Turns, looking to Harry, dark eyes blood shot and hazy with something akin to pain*
I was dead for YEARS, Potter. How would you like it if they brought your mother back to question her about some ruddy trial, huh? Do you think you could stomach watching her try to pick up the pieces of her life that SHOVED BACK AT HER? DO YOU?
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 6:56 pm
Yeah, well, we've all got loads of s**t we've got to deal with and everyone's got horror in their past, but you can't go jumping off buildings because you think you've got a worse lot, because you haven't. Someone else is always going to be worse off than you. And you can't let that pain boil you up like that, s'why she's trying to work with you, you haven't got a clue how hard she's trying. Hermione cares about you and your lot and she isn't giving up. So I'm not going to let you throw yourself off this roof.
*Slides forward, gripping the broom with his thighs as he lifts a hand, still clutching his wand at the ready with the other*
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:02 pm
*Stares at him for a long moment, unblinking and unmoving besides the ragged breathing heaving through his chest.*
.....I don't want to try and make this work. I DON'T WANT THIS LIFE.
And I don't give a DAMN about HER. I didn't ask for any of this!! I'm only asking to be put out of this wretched exsistence because I KNOW....
*Quiets suddenly, letting the wind push him back a few steps, managing to catch his balance as he stands there*
I know I was at peace.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 7:05 pm
*Scowls* Yeah, well, you were a bloody Death Eater and nobody gives a damn what you want.
*Yanks his wand, stunning Wilkes and catching him by the shoulder to support him before his body could topple forward*
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 11:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:51 pm
*Gathering up a pile of dirty laundry, balancing it on her chest as she bustles through the kitchen and bumps the pantry door with her hip* OY! MAYBEL! LAUNDRY!
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 2:56 pm
*Sprawled across his bed on his stomach, looking over Beyond Measure Blogs on Elliot's laptop, his boyfriend reading a book beside him*
*Looks up* I set it on the washer already, Mum!
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