Bellatrix Black (ex_onyx454) wrote in jobberknollrp, @ 2007-12-29 01:07:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
WHO: Bellatrix Black and Open
WHAT: Bella is bored, so she ventures out into the night.
WHEN: December 28th, night
WHERE: Downtown London
Bella was bored, and normally, that was a bad thing. When boredom came for a visit, things usually ceased to exist (including lives).
But Bella had to contain herself, and it was a difficult feat. She couldn't just go about Britain and kill anyone who crossed her path, just for entertainment. No, something else would have to suffice. Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and any other Wizarding community, were out of the question, of course. A Death Eater couldn't go bumbling about with her master at large, and a ministry attack on their hands.
At first, Bella had remained at the Black residence reluctantly, occupying her mind with a novel. The home of her parents, and her sisters, could not really be called home for Bella, when all she did there was sleep (when absolutely necessary). These days, Bella was constantly going from here to there, either on errands for or with The Dark Lord. Currently, however, Voldemort seemed not to need his most loyal knight.
But she couldn't stand being cooped up in the Black henhouse, and after a few hours of idle dozing, decided to seize the night. She threw open her wardrobe, which was full of expensive robes and gowns, and some muggle attire. Every witch and wizard owned muggle clothes, whether or not they wanted to. Sometimes, it was useful. Tonight it would be a necessity.
Bella decided on a pair of low rise jeans and a black, dressy top. Naturally, it was chilly, so Bella plucked a black fur coat out before departing without so much as a goodbye.
As soon as she was out of the blasted house, Bella turned lightly on the spot and disapparated. When next she opened her eyes, she found herself in downtown London, which was full of bars and clubs galore. Fortunately, no one here would recognize Miss Infamous Black, so she could do what she desired with the night.
Black heels clicked on the pavement as Bellatrix made her way through the bustling crowd, full of young adults and drunkards. She did not bother drawing her coat more tightly around her against the chill, as usual she seemed oblivious to such extremities.
Wandering through the streets without a companion might be deemed ignorant by most, but Bellatrix preferred solitude. And anyways, her wand was at a safe distance near her hand, concealed in the black clutch she had brought along (also stocked with a fake muggle ID and some muggle currency).
Stopping at a bar that appeared promising, Bellatrix came to a halt to consider it. The line was long, but the bouncer seemed to be letting pretty women in with ease. Bellatrix, with her long hair down and features as haughty as ever, could easily pass the bouncer's expectations, even if her face wasn't weighed down with cosmetics.
Standing in the middle of a moving crowd os not usually a good idea, but Bella was so used to people backing away from her with intimidation that she had quite forgotten to move. So, it was uncommon to find that someone in the crowd had touched her in some way.
Though Bellatrix was sure it was a muggle, she never the less gripped her clutch (or rather, the wand within it) more tightly. "Watch it," She growled, turning her head to view what would be her next victim if they didn't move, and soon.