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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:25:07 GMT -5
((Hehe, can I put in this major plot twist? I will anyway.)) A couple of weeks had passed since Kenvara had been annoyed at the lack of 'good looking boys' in her house, and Gwen had gotten her hopes up about Jordans feelings for her, but there was now a new thing snatching the attention of the students at hogwarts, and that thing, was a sign: NOTE: Next Tuesday, that of Boxing Day, we will be holding a Yule Ball in celebration of Proffessor Gannon's time here, as she announced her retireing last saturday. We will be adding extra Owl's to the owlery for the duration of next week, these may be used for ordering of dress robes and any other accesories you see fit. Order forms may be picked up in filches office, provided by the nice peole at the pin was stuck through the name, making it un readable. The ball will be between the hour of 8:00pm to 12:00pm, the prefects for each house will be expected to open the ball, all second years and above will be permitted to attend.Brandon's heart sunk deeper than the Marinara Trench (sp?). And then it caught on fire, writhing in perpetual agony until it finally exploded. He hated dances. Nay, he DETESTED - no, LOATHED - yes, LOATHED with all his being. Most likely due to the fact he could never get a date. It's 'cause I'm fat, he cursed inwardly. Yes, he was overweight, but he wasnt noticeably fat. He new plenty of kids that weighed far less than him and you couldnt tell the difference. Thank-you baggy clothes. He mentally went over every "flaw" he had. My big curly hair makes my head look small, and if I get it cut it looks to small. And I cant get my hair to stay put in a good position for more than five minutes unless I use magic...and I'm so fat the girls dont even notice me and I'll never get asked out, and if I ask someone out they'll only reject me...He sighed. Well, he consoled himself, if everyone's at that stupid...dance...at least I can go flying... but then he reminded himself of what doing THAT had got himself into last time. But it'll be dark... he tried to reason with himself. He sighed. Tehre was no doing it; he may as well go to the stupid Ball alone. He went over to the desk to fill out his order form. Color: Emerald...check. Lacy cuffs...no. Gold standard cuffs...check. Lacy top....no. Onyx standard top...check. Gold bottom...check. Size: He seethed inwardly as he checked large, not caring that that was the size many of the students chose. It wasn't as good as medum. He went up to the owlery to find Horon to deliver the letter, glaring at the floor the entire time. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 17:32:22 GMT -5
"Hey!" muttered Jordan as Brandon walked in. "So, you picked yours too, I wanted to get up here before anyone else, I suppose it comes from being in the circus, I dont want anyone to know waht Im wearing." he finished, standing up and walking over to Brandon, peering over his shoulder. "It sounds really nice, I wish I had your hair, mine takes ages to do, even with magic! But... I siund like a stupid bimbo," he said, his normal grin spreading over his face. He scratched the back of his head. "Well, if you need some help with it come get me, see you around, good luck with finding a date!" and with that he strode out of the tower.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 17:39:08 GMT -5
Gwen would've bet all her money that Jordan would be the type to send in his order form late, but she was proven wrong when she went to mail a letter to her sister that morning...
As she walked absent-mindedly up the stairs to the Owlery, she thought about how best to ask Jordan to the ball. Gwen was in such deep thought that she didn't even notice she walked right by Jordan climibing down the steps!
She didn't notice until 20 seconds afterward. When she looked back, he was just getting out of sight. "It's 'cuz his dreamy long legs carry him quickly..." Gwen thought for a moment. Her mind made up quickly, she raced down the steps shouting "Jordan!" Just as he made it to the bottom of the steps, Gwen tripped, falling down every remaining step (about 50 of them) and landing at the base of the stairs right in front of Jordan!!!! She felt a stab of pain, numbly, since she was so close to Jordan, and noticed that her left arm was looking very mangled, and there seemed to be a sharp white snapped bone protruding out of the side of her wrist. Sighing and moaning at the same time, all Gwen could do was hope that Jordan liked that just-fell-down-5-flights-of-stairs-helpless-klutz-type girl.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:41:34 GMT -5
Brandon was shocked. Rishiy actually LIKED his hair? He'd pay a quadrillion Galleons to never see it again. He continued to ruthlessly beat himself up until he found Horon.
"Hey there, Hor my buddy, I need you to take this order form. Oh," he added. "No rush. No rush at all." Horon nodded, and took off. Brandon wasnt too sure Horon would listen though; he tended to be a tad...mischievious.
Brandon continued to beat himself up. His inner attitude and feelings were bleeding to death, black and blue, and on the verge of suicide to stop this endless torture they were being put through. He could never, EVER get to look good...he'd need serious help to actually look half-way decent in his own eyes...
Jordan.
The name crashed through his brain like a juggernaut. Jordan had said he could help him with his hair...maybe he could help him too look good enough to find a date. He turned down a hallway and flew to the Hufflepuff common room faster than a health-food addict out of a candy store.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:45:20 GMT -5
"AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!!!"
Brandon almost fell on Gwen as he flew down the staircase. He looked at her wrist, and almost threw up. Her bone was jutting out of her hand.
"You...you..." he began, mouth hanging open in terror. he turned back to Gwen and got his thoughts in order. "Um, okay, Gwen, you need to get to the infirmary...now." he said, slinging one of gwens arms over his shoulder to help her up. He checked twice to make sure it was the one without the broken wrist.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 17:46:58 GMT -5
Joradan, hearing the crash behind his spun around, seeing Brandon struggling under Gwen figure, he ran towards the pair. "Dang, here hold my bag!" he shouted, chucking the bag with supprising force, and taking the body out of Brandons arms. He held her in his arms, her head and legs dangling over eaither side. Once he was sure he has a good hold of her, he set off at a run, through the halls until he came to the hospital wing.
"MADDAM POMFREY!" he yelled placing Gwen down on a bed. The lady came rushing out, she took one look at Gwens wrist, sorted through some potions in her arms, then pushed the boys out with a hurried 'Shell be ok'.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:48:16 GMT -5
Joradan, hearing the crash behind his spun around, seeing Gwens mangled body on the floor, he dropped his bag and knelt beside her, his robes billowing out over the floor. "Gwen? Gwen!? Are you ok? Can you tell me were it hurts?" he asked, applying pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. "I need someone to get Maddam Pomfrey, no ones around, stupid earlyness!" suddenly a thought hit him. "Bradnon! BRANDON!" he shouted up the stairs. But before the Brandon had chance to come, he heard his name. He spun his head, his hands still on Gwen, a painting near the stairs was waving at him. "I've spread the word, someone will be here soon, hold tight." Er...I think we need to both edit our posts...actually, I'll edit you out of mine. |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:50:56 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry to say that, as of Monday, I will be going back to my...cottage...in NH for 1-2 weeks. Ugh...I just got back from 11 days of being there yesterday! My parents are INSANE...*mutters about how he has to go there so much being at home is more of a vacation than it is being at the cottage*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 17:52:22 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry to say that, as of Monday, I will be going back to my...cottage...in NH for 1-2 weeks. Ugh...I just got back from 11 days of being there yesterday! My parents are INSANE...*mutters about how he has to go there so much being at home is more of a vacation than it is being at the cottage* ((I feel your pain! Do you want me to edit mine?)) |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:57:36 GMT -5
No, I edited mine already.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 17:58:57 GMT -5
I was just thinking...isnt it surprising Linny isnt here? o_0
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:03:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh no! Poor DragonLord! I personally like cottages, but there definitely is a limit to the fun of a cottage. I think you've far exceeded it.  ) (OOC again: I'll just go with it here, I've basically got the scene as: Jordan's kneeling over Gwen, that painting called for help, Brandon is also kneeling over her, ummm....trying to help her up?) Gwen's entire body was searing with pain. She numbly felt somebody carrying her down some stairs. With a start, she realized it was Jordan. She could also hear Brandon's voice behind her. Gwen was trying to focus on the current happenings, but one thought slowly floated through Gwen's mind... Would Jordan be more likely to accept an offer to go to the dance with somebody who he's feeling very sorry for after just having fallen down 5 flights of stairs? Typical Gwen, however, her thoughts soon began to branch out. If I ask Jordan now and he says no, Brandon might be really hurt, so I couldn't ask him out, and these two are basically the only decent guys around here! But Jordan might be more likely to accept if he's feeling sorry for me, but less likely in the company of Brandon, or would he feel popular accepting me in front of Brandon? Or would he feel sorry for Brandon accepting me right in front of him and say no? Or will my disgusting bone totally gross Jordan out? |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:03:24 GMT -5
I was just thinking...isnt it surprising Linny isnt here? o_0 ((Yes, she probably doesnt RP)) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:04:35 GMT -5
Wait, you two edited your posts while I wasd typing....now this is realy mixed-up.....shall I edit mine?
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:06:08 GMT -5
Brandon sighed inwardly. He hoped Gwen would be ok, and then turned to Jordan. Great timing; he didnt think he should ask Jordan for his assistance with the finding a date just now.
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