samuel wilkes | ☉ ♞ | 7th Year Slytherin (wilkesism) wrote in itwillhaveblood, @ 2010-05-24 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980 may, charlotte fenwick, oliver wilkes |
Who: Oliver Wilkes; OPEN if someone wants to come find him at the end
What: Fighting! Albeit, very one-sided.
Where: a dark alley outside a wizarding pub
When: this evening, lateish
Rating: PG-13. Some violence, but not too graphic.
Status: Complete narrative. Unless someone wants to find him. :D
Oliver's attacker is godmodded with permission from the player.
Oliver had had it with this week. The outcry stemming from Mulciber's escape was bordering on ridiculous - you'd think they'd let him go on purpose and not have a team of good Aurors ambushed and injured during the escape. It was ridiculous and Oliver was about sick of all the bloody owls coming round on the subject. Especially when some of them had shat right on his desk. You would think they were better trained than that. Going for a drink had seemed a fine idea after the week he'd had. On top of it all, Matty was seeing Evan now, it seemed and there'd been a spat between she and Tom about it at first - who was apparently shagging Victoria - it was all too much drama for Oliver to wrap his brain around and he was very glad to be rid of the stress for a few hours as he drowned his woes in alcohol. Perhaps that was how he'd been caught so off guard as he left the pub he'd chosen to drown his problems at, uncharacteristically whistling to himself as his spirits lifted. He'd flirted with a pretty bird whose contact information resided in his pocket and he was well ready to apparate home to his flat and get a needed night's rest. Instead, however, Oliver felt himself suddenly immobilized. He didn't hear the curse - it was cast silently, after all - or see the coward who'd done it. No sooner did every part of him freeze completely unable to move than there were fists and feet coming at him from every direction. Oliver couldn't apparate away. He couldn't fight back. He couldn't even call out for help. He was completely helpless as his attacked whaled on him. He was punched in the face, kicked in the gut - by the time he was finally left in peace, barely conscious from the beating he'd received and still unable to move, nearly every part of Oliver was bloody and sore. It wasn't enough to kill him, but he would have groaned in pain were he able to use his voice. |