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 Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:37 pm
 The Shaftesbury Theatre is a West End Theatre, located on Shaftesbury Avenue, in the London Borough of Camden.
In 1997, Hermione Granger mentioned that her parents often took her to this theatre in her youth.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:31 pm
 Alex Carson had been working in this muggle dung heap for a month. All for today. The Muggle Prime Minister was to come today, and the plan was to happen. Soon Xilan's name would be renown across the world. Soon the muggle filth would know what they faced. And that was when it would begin. Alex watched the doorway as he worked the concessions. And he sighted the target. The Prime Minister, his wife and their two children. All dressed up and ready to enjoy a Shakespeare play. "Pathetic." he muttered as he watched them enter. 
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 5:40 pm
*~Abbott Alexandrie~* Father * Househusband * Muggle  Abbott had finally gone out of the house, after the whole escapade with his daughter, he needed some relaxation. His wife had suggested he see a play and had even paid for it, for him. Abbott was grateful to his wife for the reprieve.
As he walked into the building, Abbott presented his ticket and smiled, he was dressed up in his finest attire, at his wife's request of course.
This was the time to just relax. Maybe he would buy something for Claire after the performance? Mood: Relaxed
Thoughts: Hmm...Wonder what Claire would like?
Job: Househusband ((OOC: ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:29 pm
Alex smiled and took the tickets, and lead the Prime Minister to the Private section for him and his family to watch the performance. Finally they were settles back and Alex drew his wand behind him. "Colloportus." he said pointing it at the doorway. The Prime Minister and his family now sealed into the Private Box. He moved towards the Lobby, which only had a few stragglers as the show was about to begin. Finally the Lobby was empty. "Colloportus. Colloportus. Colloportus. Colloportus." he said pointing his wand at each door. Finally his part was done. All exits to the theater were sealed. "Finally done with this muggle filth." he said as he looked around. It was time.
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Diamond Wales Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:23 pm
 So in the end
I will be -- what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say -- goodbye
We say -- you didn't try. ════════════════════════
Mотнєґ || Fоґмёя Gґуffїиdоґ || Їп$aпё
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"Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love."
As she ended, she thrust out with her wandhand, the deadly implement in hand as she spoke the killing curse. Screams ripped through the cast as the man fell, dead. She then gestured to another, another curse upon her lips, and drove another to her knees as pain ripped through her. Some tried to advance, and so Megan directed her attention to them instead, firing several curses at once and watching as those dropped dead next. She continued on, as the panicking cast was suddenly trying to flee. But they wouldn't flee far. Not with all of the exits sealed against that.════════════════════════
Location: Shaftesbury Theatre
State: Of, way off
OOC: And so it begins...
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:56 pm
I might just be the last thing you ever see....With a crack Xilan appeared on the Balcony that the Minister and his family sat, in shock as they watched the red haired person cast green lights at people who immediately fell to the floor. "Greetings Prime Minister." he said as he looked at the startled family. "Are you enjoying the show?" he said with a dark laugh. "Perhaps your private performance is what you really want?" he said as he raised his wand and cast the killing curse on his wife. She collapsed down to the floor as Xilan laughed. He cast again and again, killing the two children. "Now Prime Minister. It is your time to die." he said turning the wand to the panicking man. A flash of Green light and the Minister fell. Xilan turned in the balcony and started to shoot curses at the panicked crowd below. So do me a favor and scream for me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 2:29 pm
Regret ☂ Owens
Insane Dark Wizard
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖
Ah. An expression of horror, of confusion, that was a face Regret wished he could forever preserve in every way possible. It had to be burned into his memory. What power, he possessed, to render someone to the brink of despair, then show them a gentle smile that could give them a sparkle of hope. Then, crush it all in one fell swoop of the wand. Their eyes would be filled with disbelief that they died before they truly died. Haha. Who knew that a smile could both soothe the soul as well as mercilessly rip it apart.
Regret laughed a maniacal chuckle as he stood in front of the main theater door. The room was perfectly still with corpses strewn about, and in Regret's mind, this was just the calm before the storm. The filthy muggles would soon figure out what was wrong. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the dark wizard said as he walked past rows of the old, grungy little seats. "We hope that you enjoyed the show and that you may leave here with the intention on returning for our future plays." Regret implied as though people could escape. "That is, if the Shaftesbury Theater still stands at the end of this," Regret hissed with a devilish smile.
The man pointed his wand to the sky and slowly rotated his wist in a circular motion. From the tip of his wand fire leaked into the air, growing larger and fiercer after each rotation. Regret snapped his wrist downward and the fiery haze escaped its path and randomly spread into the room. Windows, exits, chairs, balconies, and people were set ablaze. And soon, the theater would be engulfed in hellfire. Regret only laughed.
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ℰndure through the pain, to be rewarded with a gain. 
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 3:24 pm
The devil's knocking at your door
Caught in the eye of a dead man's lie
Show your life with your head held high Now you're on your knees
With your head hung low
Big man tells you where to go Tell 'em it's good
Tell 'em okay
Don't do a goddamn thing they say 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni  [Summer 2024]
The apparation thundered violent, shook the glass in their window panes as a shrouded figure sliced through the fabric of time and space. His robe hung loose, his hood had barely hidden the deft, sharp features and gold piercing eyes. Behind the rows and rows of seats, beneath the balcony, he waited. Upon the stage, the dance had begun. The spiral of green rays birthed death into the theatre, and he waited for the stragglers to come running for the exits that were already sealed. ”Incendio, incendio, ignus flagellum,” he decreed with the swift swipes of his wand.
The clothing of the muggles combusted and caught fire. The screams bellowed in deafening, blood curling screams. The fiery mass fell and rolled, catching others along with him. He whipped his arm back, careful not to lose his balance as he slashed his wand in a parry from left to right. The fiery whip sliced into the open air, splitting incisions in flesh and making the crowd scream and rear backwards, vying for another exit, for any escape. He wavered, held his free hand open in his palm and summoned his cane to his hands. He had hoped not to need it, not here. But he had no choice. The flames were rising higher, but he kept them contained to the bottom floor.
He should have worn a mask, he knew it. Should have hidden his features in his robes, but these were muggles. And he just didn’t care anymore. They were nothing to him. They were maggots. Leeching off the world that should have been theirs by right! ”Avada kedavra!” The flames of his whip extinguished, and the rapid fire burst of poisoned green spun out and dealt a quick death, much less mess this way.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 20
Shaftesbury Theatre
Demonized.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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