James (break_you_down) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-01 17:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, james, victoria |
Who: James, Victoria and… HERMIONE.
What: The romantic gift of a girl to torture, given to Victoria by James.
When: Late night
Where: An old house in a poor neighborhood.
Rating: High
The house was old, dark, worn by years of neglect and pathetic after decades of abandonment. The shudders had long since been ripped from their hinges and the white siding, pristine and beautiful once, had been streaked with dirt and grime, scratched into an unattractive eyesore by the raging elements. The windows were boarded up, shut off from the prying eyes of the city and anyone who thought that they were going to crawl through and pick off whatever useless treasures the place was keeping locked up inside.
The neighborhood was ailing. The people were in no state to have any respect for the law and society’s book of rules and proper etiquette was all but forgotten. The men had an everlasting love affair with guns and knives and the children were wild, untamed and suspicious of newcomers. The women who didn’t stand waiting for money on the corners were tired and worn, sick of their lifestyle and desperate to escape.
Not a single soul dared question him when he trespassed and came into their midst one night without giving off a whisper of warning. He claimed the forgotten house as his own, as a place to keep the girl, and it was left at that. James was a beast of a man and they could see that with one look, with one glance. They did not long to interfere or start trouble with the stranger. It was as if they knew, somehow, in the dark recesses of their subconscious, that approaching him would get them killed.
The house was one story with a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and a short hallway that led to two separate bedrooms. As with everything else, the bed in the room to the right was old and uncomfortable, worn, dirty. He had bound her to it and grabbed away her wand, which he twirled between his fingers as he stood waiting on the front porch.