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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:07:59 GMT -5
Okay, mine's about to be edited to fit the current plot a little better......  |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:08:24 GMT -5
Wait, you two edited your posts while I wasd typing....now this is realy mixed-up.....shall I edit mine? ((YOu edit yours, Brandon... DONT POST UNTILL AJENS NEXT POST!)) |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:09:37 GMT -5
Wait, you two edited your posts while I wasd typing....now this is realy mixed-up.....shall I edit mine? NO! END THE EDITING! I CHANGED MY LAST POST AND IT'S ALL FIXED NOW! Too...much...EDITING! Oi... |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:10:57 GMT -5
((YOu edit yours, Brandon... DONT POST UNTILL AJENS NEXT POST!)) I DID! Oi...*kicks editing choice* ARGH!!! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:11:03 GMT -5
l((ol... ;D))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:14:01 GMT -5
Okay, I just edited mine, so now I'll start posting again trying to set this straight....Let me get this sraight: Gwen fell down 5 flights of stairs, cracking her wrist, only to have Jordan adn Brandon carry her to the infirmary, where they're pushed out for Gwen to heal, and Brandon want's Jordans help finding a date, and Gwen wants to ask Jordan to the ball..... Here goes. Gwen slowly realized she was in the infirmary. She was all alone, except for the matron, Madam Pomfrey. Jordan wasn't there, and neither was Brandon. Darn! No more pitying accepting dance offers. Drat!!!! Oh well, now Gwen had ample time to think of what to say to Jordan before they next met, which was, hopefully, while she was in the infarmary, and Jordan visitng her. Hopefully sighing, Gwen drifted into a light sleep. (OOC: I have to go for dinner now....Sorry if I put the entire RolePlay on hold.  ) |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:16:14 GMT -5
Okay, I just edited mine, so now I'll start posting again trying to set this straight....Let me get this sraight: Gwen fell down 5 flights of stairs, cracking her wrist, only to have Jordan adn Brandon carry her to the infirmary, where they're pushed out for Gwen to heal, and Brandon want's Jordans help finding a date, and Gwen wants to ask Jordan to the ball..... Here goes. Gwen slowly realized she was in the infirmary. She was all alone, except for the matron, Madam Pomfrey. Jordan wasn't there, and neither was Brandon. Darn! No more pitying accepting dance offers. Drat!!!! Oh well, now Gwen had ample time to think of what to say to Jordan before they next met, which was, hopefully, while she was in the infarmary, and Jordan visitng her. Hopefully sighing, Gwen drifted into a light sleep. (OOC: I have to go for dinner now....Sorry if I put the entire RolePlay on hold. ) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO....MORE...EDITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:20:10 GMT -5
OOC: (btw, I think someone asked, but OOC means out of character, and ic= in character) Ok, back to plot!
IC:
Brandon sat in the common room, musing over his flaws again. He now bodubted even Jordan could help him. Aw, give it a rest, he told himself. Find him and see. What have you got to lose?
After making up every possible thing he could lose, he decided to see Jordan.
EDIT: Rishiy kinda left my character in the dust here...so I edited the post to go along with his. Also, since I'm roleplaying as pretty much myself, I may start using "I".
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:22:19 GMT -5
((I have to go to bed, its like midnight and stuff, see y'all tomorow!)) Oh, ok! Bye! I need to eat dinner too... it's 7 PM here. Also, tomorrows my last day for the RP for a LOOOOOOOONG time, so I owuld like to do the ball thing tomorrow. See y'all soon! Wait...did a New Englander just use a SOUTHERN accent??????? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TOO?!? lol jk See ya! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:38:46 GMT -5
OOC: Hehehe....No!!!!! Now I'm all alone!!!! I don't wanna be all alone in Hogwarts!!!! Deserted... *sniff*  IC: Gwen was dreaming... She was in a swirling, white haze....she was walking blindly about in the revolving mist. Every now and then, Jordan's face would pop into her dream, followed by Brandon's.... Brandon was pleading Jordan.... "Help me get a date....please...." Gwen stared angrily at the scene unfolding in front of her. Did Jordan arleady have a date? Before Jordan could answer, Gwen was awoken with a start. |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 18:51:30 GMT -5
OOC: Hehehe....No!!!!! Now I'm all alone!!!! I don't wanna be all alone in Hogwarts!!!! Deserted... *sniff* IC: Gwen was dreaming... She was in a swirling, white haze....she was walking blindly about in the revolving mist. Every now and then, Jordan's face would pop into her dream, followed by Brandon's.... Brandon was pleading Jordan.... "Help me get a date....please...." Gwen stared angrily at the scene unfolding in front of her. Did Jordan arleady have a date? Before Jordan could answer, Gwen was awoken with a start. Hmm...not sure how I can continue what with rishiy gone... |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2003 18:55:59 GMT -5
Yes, me neither... Unless you want more posts about my dream... Of course, Brandon could decide to visit Gwen or something.... But Jordan should come, too.  EDIT: I've gotta go now too, my brother wants a turn... |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Jul 12, 2003 19:01:34 GMT -5
Ok...see you all tomorrow!
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Post by crazywriter on Jul 12, 2003 21:55:19 GMT -5
I bent over the order form for a new dress robe. Let's see... I want sky blue, matches my eyes... some nice ivory lace at the collor, long spills of it in layers down my back for about six inches... not too long in the front, maybe three inches...
I sat there for a moment, staring at my order. Why bother? It's not like anyone's going to aske me out, I thought angrily. No, I don't think I'll bother.
I crumpled up the order form and tossed it in the wastebasket, walking swiftly away from Filche's office.
As I walked, I thought about that night three weeks ago, when I had been practicing my transformation. I had heard Myrtle say something, though it had been muffled by the wall, so I couldn't hear it. Then I had almost seen something through the crack in the wall. Probably just your bloody imagination, I thought bitterly.
I was nearly to the commonroom when I sighed and turned back the way I had come. I was going to go to that ball, whether someone asked me or not. Once back to Filche's office, I grabbed a new form and filled it out. I was stumped at accessories, though. I knew I should have something, but I wasn't sure what. Finally, I settled on a ring with a smoky blue stone set in white gold with some sort of black material lacing through it, and a necklace made of the same metals, only this time with several of the blue stones. I also requested a bunch of the small blue stones seperate, to attach to my hair with a sealing charm. They would look nice, glistening against my ivory hair.
I looked down at the total-the order form was magical, so it showed the cost when you were done, as well as a picture of what the dress would look like on you-and winced. Thirteen galleons! Well, I thought, better spend thirteen galleons on something I would be able to wear again than on something from Durvish and Banges. The dress will be very beautiful, after all.
I went up to Myrtle's bathroom to get the gold for the order. I always kept my money in there, hidden from the other Slytherins. You could never trust that lot, especially with money. After getting it, I went up to the owlry and called Tarn to me.
"Be a good owl and get this there fast, will you? Don't go so fast that it'll be too tiring for you, just get there soon." Tarn rubbed his head against my cheek and took off. I watched him fly off, until I couldn't see him anymore. Then I left, down to the bathroom. I wanted to study a bit more on becoming an Animagus before the day was over.
EDIT:((BTW, someone asked if they could come in on one of my practices. I'm all right with that. You can come in now, if you want.))
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2003 5:51:44 GMT -5
Jordan was sitting, absent-mindedly eating a bowl of cornflakes. It was a day like this, the day of the Quiddich match that he had first met Gwen, and Brandon. Gwen. Why was she always so keen to see him, so keen that she had thrown herself down three flights of stairs?
He was walking now, begind the tapestry and the back of the Hall, and through the corridors towards his common room. He muttered the password, 'second chance', then climbed through the tapestry, and threw himself down on some gold laced cussions. 'I really am stupid!' he thought to himself. Why hadnt he seen it before? She liked him. But if she liked him, why hadnt she said!? He was a Hufflepuff! It wasnt in his nature to throw thing back in peoples faces! But he had always thought she was with Brandon.
He was sitting up now. His friends had come down and were laughing all around him. Look at this lot laughing. They were popular, as he had been told he was so often. I bet they had no problem finding dates, Terry Townsworth, his rib cracking sence of humor, Jessica Marsh, her dazzling style and class, and the rest of them all had some strong point capable of attracting the opposite sex. They were all walking to class, once they got to the lesson, potions, he began to ladle out ingredienc, but his mind was on the ball. Thats it, he had to find Brandon!
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