whistle_willow (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} whistle_willow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} ecorridor_rpg,@ 2009-02-22 02:30:00 |
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Who: Art & Open (students I mean or teachers, just lets keep out serial killers)
What: Head to nick some books about ancient runes.
Where: Fourth corridor then Library, Restricted Section
When: Night after Albus' attack, past curfew, as most of her threads.
Rating: Depends on who responds, Art can be tame or sailor cursing like
Art had been involved in many clandestine, not to say illicit operations lately, go from smoking pot, to banging a boy, to be past curfew, you name it, but this well this was far from her usual naughty rule breaking nature, this was more like breaking in. Since the second attack it was harder to get everywhere, from sneaking out of the dorms to walking down an aisle dodging the Aurors. It had been hard since Dahlia's but now, well now it was bloody impossible, everyone was out patrolling, new measures of security were taken, dorms were randomly checked and curfew when narrower.
Still Art ventured outside, knowing she couldn't even use the light form her wand now. She was bloody frightened, not to mention she had to cover her back from both Aurors and who ever this serial killer was. It sort of kicked in right then, she was walking in the dark with a killer awaiting somewhere in the shadows. She almost retreated with that mere thought, but here is something you don't know about her, Art has random episodes of photographic memory, real photographic memory, not only colour remembrance, but exact image in her head. She could perfectly recall the runes in Albus' arms, she deciphered some, but not all, and she couldn't make out a real translation, so she needed a bit of extra help.
Part of it was out of her curious personality, the other was well foolish will to be brave, sometimes she really wondered why she wasn't a Gryffindor really she had a lot of characteristics from that house, yet Gryffindor or not she was heading towards the Library, out to manage her way into the Restricted section, damn her if she was caught, she was going to give it a try.
She tip toed her way through the corridor when she heard distinct footsteps and she nearly screamed, but she held herself back, it could be anyone, the killer, pray Merlin not, an Auror, fuck!, or another student...
What: Head to nick some books about ancient runes.
Where: Fourth corridor then Library, Restricted Section
When: Night after Albus' attack, past curfew, as most of her threads.
Rating: Depends on who responds, Art can be tame or sailor cursing like
Art had been involved in many clandestine, not to say illicit operations lately, go from smoking pot, to banging a boy, to be past curfew, you name it, but this well this was far from her usual naughty rule breaking nature, this was more like breaking in. Since the second attack it was harder to get everywhere, from sneaking out of the dorms to walking down an aisle dodging the Aurors. It had been hard since Dahlia's but now, well now it was bloody impossible, everyone was out patrolling, new measures of security were taken, dorms were randomly checked and curfew when narrower.
Still Art ventured outside, knowing she couldn't even use the light form her wand now. She was bloody frightened, not to mention she had to cover her back from both Aurors and who ever this serial killer was. It sort of kicked in right then, she was walking in the dark with a killer awaiting somewhere in the shadows. She almost retreated with that mere thought, but here is something you don't know about her, Art has random episodes of photographic memory, real photographic memory, not only colour remembrance, but exact image in her head. She could perfectly recall the runes in Albus' arms, she deciphered some, but not all, and she couldn't make out a real translation, so she needed a bit of extra help.
Part of it was out of her curious personality, the other was well foolish will to be brave, sometimes she really wondered why she wasn't a Gryffindor really she had a lot of characteristics from that house, yet Gryffindor or not she was heading towards the Library, out to manage her way into the Restricted section, damn her if she was caught, she was going to give it a try.
She tip toed her way through the corridor when she heard distinct footsteps and she nearly screamed, but she held herself back, it could be anyone, the killer, pray Merlin not, an Auror, fuck!, or another student...