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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2003 20:41:23 GMT -5
Um, the old thread is corrupted for me ...
So, here goes.
Gwen frowned. Shae had run off on her. What was going on with everyone? Gwen decided it must have been teenage changes or something; Brandon was freaking out, Shae was morphing and running off, Marie was all silent, and she herself was freaking at people. Who knew about Mercy? Gwen walked down the corridor, and saw Shae kill another boy. Okay, this is serious. She turned to Shae as she ran down the hall again. Drat, she had missed her again. Gwen shrugged, and turned around, to head back to her class.
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Post by Speck on Sept 23, 2003 20:51:56 GMT -5
OOC: I think a summary is in order right now...
Brandon's secret has been discovered by almost everyone... Shae has been registered as an Animagus; has gone crazy or something in the halls.
Okay... That's all I can think of at the moment...
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 23, 2003 21:40:17 GMT -5
{It's the stone thing that made me go insane...}
Running down the halls, I made my way into Myrtle's bathroom and collapsed, turning back into a human and sobbing uncontrollably. I had killed someone!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2003 16:03:50 GMT -5
Gwen paused; she heard someone crying. She turned, against her better judgement, and walked into the bathroom. She was about to remind herself of the rampaging Shae-panther on the loose and turn back, when she saw it was human Shae crying. "Shae! What happened?" Gwen meant it in two different ways.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 24, 2003 16:15:43 GMT -5
Brandon went to Transfiguration, half-interested, and at the end of class, left dumbly.
Walking down the halls, staring at the floor, he saw a dead kid.
A DEAD KID?!
Freaking out, he bent over and checked the boy's pulse.
Not there.
The boy's chest was ripped, and Brandon was hyperventalating.
Remembering a muggle book he had read, he rushed the boy upstairs to the hospital wing.
The body wasnt cold, and if the brain hadnt shut down...
((Hey, he DID say he might come back))
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 24, 2003 16:33:30 GMT -5
OOC, Nah, Mercy's pretty calm. Brandon, am I invisible or something?! I'm standing right beside the body...
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 24, 2003 16:47:10 GMT -5
OOC, Nah, Mercy's pretty calm. Brandon, am I invisible or something?! I'm standing right beside the body... ((Um... a dead body would take all my attention  I mean, when you're REALLY focused on something, you dont notice anything else)) |
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 24, 2003 17:28:23 GMT -5
"I don't know!" I sobbed. "I was just walking down the hall, then I was angry-I don't know why-and... and I..." I burst into a new set of sobs.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2003 20:33:04 GMT -5
Gwen patted Shae on the back, a little cautiously, but sympatheticly. "It's alright," she could barely speak. "we'll sort this out in the end; don't worry." Inside, Gwen was very unsure. Either Shae is in some serious crap right now, or this is somebody's idea of a sick, sick joke. However, Gwen couldn't figure out who. Although several people hated herself, Gwen couldn't think of anyone who hated Shae. Then again, Brandon seemed to be mad at everyone nowadays. Gwen said reassuringly "I'll be back real soon." She crept out of the bathroom, and slipped a toffee into her mouth. After the chilling sensation of turning invisible, and the churning of her stomach, she set off down the hall to find Brandon.
She found him kneeling over the body, with Mercy right beside him. Well, Brandon is probably already trying to impress people with this ... but Mercy? Gwen crept closer, trying to make out what - if anything - they were saying. Was the boy really dead?
She creeped closer, and stopped dead in her tracks. The boy Brandon was kneeling over was a boy named Duane. The boy who had taken Gwen to the ball, Gwen's boyfriend. Tears leaked out of Gwen's eyes. It was obviously Brandon; he saw Duane and me at the ball together, and he wanted to hurt me in the greatest
way possible. Through Duane, since I don't give a darn about my public image. Gwen though bitterly.
((Please don't hate Gwen for what she might think. You'd think crazy talk too, if somebody your boyfriend/girlfriend just got brutally murdered.))
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 24, 2003 22:23:28 GMT -5
After Gwen left, I forced myself into rational thought, thinking of everything leading up to it. I had woken up and gone to Transfiguration, then to Madame Pomfrey to find out about the stone... the stone! Grabbing a rock off the floor, I smashed it against my forehead, against the stone.
"You! You were the one who made me do that! Why would you? How could you? How could you do that?"
"You shouldn't have used me like that, to escape getting your panther form registered," it hissed. "The anger you felt was my anger for you! I didn't tell you to attack the boy! The anger you felt made you lose control over your form! All that happened was you lost control, and the panther whose form you take took control and vented it's anger on the boy! How dare you blame me, when this is your fault?"
"No!" I screamed, hitting the stone again, and collapsing onto the floor.
{This has got to look VERY strange for anyone currently in the bathrooms. Uh-oh.... Myrtle's gonna hate me for killing someone...}
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Post by Speck on Sept 24, 2003 22:51:26 GMT -5
The time left in class went by quickly. Soon, Tina and Marie were walking back in the hallways of the castle. Marie froze in her tracks, suddenly remembering something. She had left her pipet-thing in Myrtle's bathroom last night! That was a key item for her to test her potions and stuff with, how could she forget it? And... Why had she brought it with her if she was making a lotion?
She told Tina she'd see her in the Great Hall, and ran off in the direction of Myrtle's bathroom.
Upon arriving there, she saw Shae on the floor, hitting her forehead with some strange rock.
"Um... Hope I'm not interupting anything important...." She said to Shae, walking past the girl and going to the stall where she had been brewing her potion/lotion.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 25, 2003 5:57:21 GMT -5
Gwen patted Shae on the back, a little cautiously, but sympatheticly. "It's alright," she could barely speak. "we'll sort this out in the end; don't worry." Inside, Gwen was very unsure. Either Shae is in some serious crap right now, or this is somebody's idea of a sick, sick joke. However, Gwen couldn't figure out who. Although several people hated herself, Gwen couldn't think of anyone who hated Shae. Then again, Brandon seemed to be mad at everyone nowadays. Gwen said reassuringly "I'll be back real soon." She crept out of the bathroom, and slipped a toffee into her mouth. After the chilling sensation of turning invisible, and the churning of her stomach, she set off down the hall to find Brandon. She found him kneeling over the body, with Mercy right beside him. Well, Brandon is probably already trying to impress people with this ... but Mercy? Gwen crept closer, trying to make out what - if anything - they were saying. Was the boy really dead? She creeped closer, and stopped dead in her tracks. The boy Brandon was kneeling over was a boy named Duane. The boy who had taken Gwen to the ball, Gwen's boyfriend. Tears leaked out of Gwen's eyes. It was obviously Brandon; he saw Duane and me at the ball together, and he wanted to hurt me in the greatest
way possible. Through Duane, since I don't give a darn about my public image. Gwen though bitterly. ((Please don't hate Gwen for what she might think. You'd think crazy talk too, if somebody your boyfriend/girlfriend just got brutally murdered.)) ((...? Didnt she kill Chris? And I'm in the hospital wing - lest this occured prior)) Brandon through the boy on the bed and pointing at him, screamed at Madame Pomfrey. "THIS GUY'S ALMOST DEAD! HELP HIM!" he roared, his mind a whirling vortex of fear. Madame Pomfrey calmly went over to the bed and chekced the boys pulse, shook her head and looked at Brnadon despairingly. "I'm sorry, he's already...dead," she said. "NO HE'S NOT!" roared Brandon, not wnating to accept the fact someone had died at his years at Hogwarts. "NOT UNTIL HIS BRAIN DIES IS HE DEAD! JUST GET A CLEAR THINGY! GET ONE!" he roared,collapsing on hte floor. He had carried a dead boy his age right up to the hospital wing, and here he was trying to convince Madame Pomfrey she could fix his neck and use a muggle device to keep him from completely dying. Madame Pomfrey picked him off the floor and said, "We need to see Dumbledore, and you had better explain yourself." ((I get the sick feeling I'LL be hte one accused of this...)) |
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Post by crazywriter on Sept 25, 2003 10:06:00 GMT -5
((...? Didnt she kill Chris? And I'm in the hospital wing - lest this occured prior)) {Yeah, I killed whoever joined after the ball and wasn't very active... I guess it was Chris...} ((I get the sick feeling I'LL be hte one accused of this...)) {Muahahaha!} "Just leave me alone," I sobbed at the girl. What was her name again? Wasn't it the girl who'd seen me in the bathroom with Gwen after she got blown to the other side of the bathroom from the stone? |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Sept 25, 2003 15:31:16 GMT -5
Brandon was being led to Dumbledores office.
And he wasnt very happy.
Being brought to Dumbledore meant you had either been very,very good, or very, very, VERY bad.
And Brandon hadnt done one good thing.
But he hadnt done anything bad either.
He knew it had something to do with that boy -
did they think it was HE who did it?
Madame Pomfrey stopped Brandon before he reached the entrance to Dumbledore's quarters.
"Look, you do realize what you've done, havent you? Killing -"
"I didnt do that!" brandon replied, aghast.
Then the door opened...
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Post by Digital_Eon on Sept 25, 2003 16:37:56 GMT -5
Mercy followed Brandon, almost a shadow. Her light footsteps probably weren't heard by him in his frustration. She followed him to Dumbledore's office and stood outside, hiding behind a statue.
Unfortunately, her hiding spot wasn't good enough. "Well, well, what do we have here..." It was a 5th year Slytherin prefect. Mercy groaned.
"Just what I need."
"Let's see what the headmaster has to say about this," he said, dragging her along the path. "A 3rd year outside his door, oh, this is nice!"
Mercy wanted to kick him.
((I had to get there somehow...))
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I mean, when you're REALLY focused on something, you dont notice anything else))