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Yo, RP world. Can you create grammatically correct sentences? Are you in possession of sparkling wit? Do you actually want to write, rather than pick people you wish you looked like and follow B-grade characterization to get by?
Cool beans. Come to ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) bumpshunted via ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bumpers. First War without a gimmick. Ridiculously good writers. In especial need of Death Eaters and other baddies. It's August 1980 and a whole bunch of people are going to die. Probably, you should show up before the entirety of the cast has been totally broken in spirit by the casualties of war.
On the most personal notes:
If a man is halfway to drunk before dinner, does that make him an ill-adjusted drunk, or a fucking visionary who's ahead of his time?
( ORDER MEMBERS, esp. Alastor Moody, Edgar Bones, Mundungus Fletcher, Aberforth Dumbledore, and Elphias Doge. ) Free drinks for anyone who turns up!
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It does, however, take quite some time to approach the house of the Head Auror undetected, to take down his quite considerable security measures unnoticed, to enter his house unheard, to kill him, dismember him, arrange his various severed parts around said house as one pleases (still disabling various booby traps, wards, and curses along the way, you see), painting foreboding messages in his blood on his kitchen wall, attaching his facial features quite firmly to his front door in the parody of a smile, exiting unseen, and then selling his organs anonymously on Knockturn without arousing undue suspicion, with the expectation that said organs will, as charmed, explode, wherever they are, in three days' time and spell out said Head Auror's initials on the first flat surface they reach.
( DEATH EATERS, any Death Eaters, but Fenrir Greyback would be especially rad. ) Applicants for any of these positions will be rewarded with begrudging politeness, or, if they actually have a brain, a modicum of respect.
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Whatever happened to the Animal Hospital in Brighton, Tim? Did it ever get rebuilt after the fire?
( MINISTRY WORKERS of all shapes and sizes. ) She notes that those people who choose to join and work a Ministry job will be given good wine, complimentary food baskets, and, provided they work in the right department and work hard, potentially spectacular pay. (Sorry, Arthur Weasley.)
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Would someone please make James stop talking about underthings.
Peter Pettigrew would like you all to stay away. He'd like you all to leave him alone. He doesn't want more Death Eaters leering at him in a menacing fashion when the Big Bloody Dark Lord tells him to bring in his best friends for the slaughter. He doesn't want more Order members to smile brightly at and/or believe in him. And he most certainly does not want more Ministry employees to manfully clap him on the shoulder at work and talk about birds with him while he tries desperately to focus on the finer points of mundane conversation instead of dwelling on how many people unknowingly should be trying to kill him right now. He just wants to be left alone with his bag of crisps and the rest of you can fuck right off.
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I still do not have a nephew and I am getting very cross. Frank, are you sure you did it right?
( MEMBERS OF THE PREWETT/WEASLEY FAMILY, and/or non-Order party kids. ) Applicants will be given glitter and a tour of the car he is trying to James Bondify.
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