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Penelope Clearwater ([info]clearpenny) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-02 20:42:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 10 2003, character: jayne dough, character: penelope clearwater, character: ron weasley, npc: pandora zurlo

Characters: Penelope Clearwater, Jaynedora & (later) Ron Weasley
Setting: Her flat, Dittany Heights, Diagon Alley; November 10, 2003, 14:15.
Rating: R for profanity and violence.
Summary: Looking too hard yields answers.

Prior to meeting with Ron, Penelope had decided to try to gather some more information on the Jane woman, whom she was more and more convinced was a witch. Who else could've pulled off such a "clean" murder, without leaving a mark? Her efforts started early in the morning as she experienced her "nightmare" once more and couldn't return to sleep. But now she had something that needed to be done.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

The effects of the "nightmare", as horrifying as they were happened to be soon overcome with a walk outside Diagon Alley to an area where she could make a call with her cellphone. After a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation with the Millie about a sweater that her cousin Jane must've left at Lloyd's place, she had given her name and a phone number. In a way she hoped that this Jane person would opt to contact her, so that she could--maybe--have a chance to confront her.

She puttered around her flat for the rest of the morning, picking up her journal and putting it down on her desk without writing in it a couple of times before starting on an article for Witch's Weekly. Something for the advice column, which she occasionally written for when the witch who normally did it went on vacation.


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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 03:40 am UTC (link)
Penelope's mood grew sour at mention of the Ministry. Even though it was a different governing body, and she had felt at least somewhat reconciled with Percy, she still had a visceral reaction to any mention of the Ministry.

"Come in, the door's unlocked," she said as she retrieved her wand from the kitchen table and put it into her jacket pocket. "I'm busy--I only have a minute," she added rather abruptly as she made her way to the door. Her boots were already on, and she was going, and she wasn't going to waste any more time than she needed to with the Ministry. (Ok, Aurors did operate under the DMLE, which was the Ministry...but at least they would hopefully help in solving her problem.)

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 03:48 am UTC (link)
Jayne opened the door and entered, quickly closing it behind her. The girl was running into the kitchen, so she took the opportunity to lock the door with a spell and cast another one to block sounds from being heard beyond these walls.

"My my, Jayne. Are you going to do this all on your own?"

Me? I don't know, I- I'll at least talk to her first, she deserves that.

"Yes, talk to the dear. Perhaps she might be useful, too."

She was standing in front of the door, blocking it. "Penelope Clearwater," she said, sounding more confident than she felt. "My name is Jayne Dough. My cousin says you're looking for me."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 04:01 am UTC (link)
Penelope stopped in her tracks--this wasn't quite what she expected. Well not so suddenly. She was right. Jane Doe was a witch. She was aware of the pounding of her heart in her ears, but decided that she wouldn't have any of it. She put her hands into her pockets, and felt the reassuring smoothness of her wand.

"Jane Doe?" She never thought that a real one of those existed. How cruel do parents need to be to name their child that?

"Yes," she said, for once feeling what would've been previously hysterics and out-of-control emotions come into a sort of coolness, a sort of detachment. "You were with my brother, Lloyd, the night he passed away. The muggle police were looking for you--it's rather serious. Why didn't you respond?" She watched the woman carefully.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 04:14 am UTC (link)
Jayne bristled. She knew without having to ask that the girl's inner mind was completely misspelling her name, everyone did, and she grew so tired of it. This, as well as the presence of Pandora in her mind, gave her the courage to go on speaking without assistance.

"Why should I?" she replied with a raised eyebrow. "He was a good shag, but nothing more. It's a shame he had to go, though. I would have liked to see more of him."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 04:25 am UTC (link)
If there had to be a breaking point, a moment of absolute resolve, a culmination of all the anger and grief that Penelope had experienced in the past several years, it was now.

"He was more than that," she said simply, her voice still controlled but the weight of the emotion that backed it, the anger and cold hatred came through.

She had barely finished her sentence when she had decided to exact her revenge. She drew her wand with her left hand and moving it from left to right, screaming out a cutting curse.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 04:28 am UTC (link)
"Oooh, the girl has fire! I want it!"

Jayne moved out of the way with reflexes she had no right to have, obviously assisted by Pandora. She drew her own wand and held it aloft, no longer certain what to do, as talking was obviously not on the girl's mind.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said, sounding so terribly cliched, but not quite used to giving verbal threats - aside from her argument with Marietta Edgecombe, that is. "I didn't want to kill him, but it had to be done. I don't have to kill you too, not if you listen to what I have to say."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 04:40 am UTC (link)
Penelope was a bit caught off guard when Jayne dodged her attack, however had quickly recovered in time to position herself for another offensive spell when Jane spoke.

"Really?" Penelope said, feigning disbelief. She paused for a moment, her wand still drawn and at the ready. She was still filled with that reckless fury, but for once finding some sort of cold control over it.

"Really," she repeated, without the same intonation. "You killed him--you made that choice. And you expect me to just let you go?"

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 04:55 am UTC (link)
Jayne almost growled in frustration. Didn't this girl get it? Did she not realize how easily Pandora had killed the boy, and how easy it would be to kill her too? "Let me go?"

"Easy, dear. Calm down, don't let her frazzle you."

Maybe you should take over.

"I will if you want me to, but I would love for you to try."

Maybe I'll get the next one?

"I'll hold you to that, darling..."

Her entire demeanour changed quite suddenly as Pandora took over. The wand was now held in a surer grip, her eyes were filled with an awareness that could look through anything, and her lips curved into a truly arrogant smile.

"Choice is a misleading word, my dear Penelope," she said. "Personally, I would prefer to simply torture - killing takes all the fun out it. But I will return to nothingness without my memories, and there are but two ways to get my power back. Killing just happens to be one of them."

She tilted her head and looked the girl in the eye. "Would you not kill to save your own life?"

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 05:07 am UTC (link)
Penelope narrowed her eyes at the witch before her, as if to consider her. There was certainly a marked difference in her demeanor--her attitude. It was as if a cold wind just came in and swept the Jane witch off and replaced her with...what had to be a monster.

Upon the mention of the word 'torture', Penelope herself react to it at the most visceral level. The flit of uncertainty fluttered through Penelope's stomach before her resolve smothered that sensation.

She stared back at the new person before her. "Who are you?" She asked, paying no heed to the question posed.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 05:11 am UTC (link)
"I am Pandora Zurlo," she replied, "and you are very perceptive."

She wouldn't lower her wand on this one. She had spirit, and intelligence... and so much potential.

"Tell me, Penelope: do you want to live, or do you want to die? Because that is the decision you have to make, right now. If you can put aside your vengeful feelings, then perhaps we can have a meeting of the minds. If not, however... then I believe you'll be seeing your brother again quite soon."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 05:23 am UTC (link)
Penelope could feel the disgust and anger boil within her, but she again dampered with the cool hatred that settled.

She lowered her shoulders, but still didn't put away her wand. "Of course I want to live," she said as if she were quietly considering the questions that were posed to her, the traces of her smoldering anger withheld.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 05:27 am UTC (link)
Pandora saw the signs of resignation, yet did not completely let down her guard. She had not grown to be powerful by being stupid.

"Good girl." She lowered her wand, as she could likely still disarm the girl without it, and stepped forward until she could reach out a hand to touch the girl's chin. "I could make you so powerful. You could seek out all of those who have truly harmed you, those who have kept you meek and submissive so that they could trample all over you."

Her smile turned more genuine, almost fond. "I could show you what it is to truly live."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 05:38 am UTC (link)
"Oh?" Penelope asked, with a contrived curiousity she settled into. It tended to hide the hatred, disgust, anger and that trace of fear that sat in her stomach and chest.

"How could I be as powerful as you say? I was already undone long ago," she gestured at her damaged right hand. "They've done all they can, but it'll never be as it once was. I don't believe that would be possible then, Ms. Zurlo."

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 05:43 am UTC (link)
She shook her head sadly at the girl's poor understanding. "True power does not come from the physical body. It does not even need a wand to focus it, when you have learned to control it as I have."

Her eyes slid over the girl from head to toe, sizing her up. "Though even so, it would be easy to heal that little pittance of an injury. So many afraid of great power because it is dark, yet it can do so much. So yes, dear, I could heal you, and teach you so much if you devote your fiery spirit to me."

By her last word, she had leaned in so closely that her breath ghosted over Penelope's cheek.

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 05:52 am UTC (link)
"Really?" She asked with a mock interest wrapped in the tones of genuine interest.

"And that's all I'd have to do?" Penelope asked, averting her gaze as one would in modesty. Lest her true sentiments made themselves known with as little as a gaze.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 05:57 am UTC (link)
"That, and serve me," she replied, genuine excitement clouding her voice. "Service and devotion in exchange for the greatest power you have ever known."

Her fingers traced along a smooth cheek. "I wish I could have made your brother the same offer, but he was a Muggle. Jayne really did like him, asked me to make it as quick and painless as possible. I can be merciful, you know. You, however, have an opportunity he did not."

She cupped the girl's chin and forced their gazes to meet. "Come, my dear. You know what you need to do."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 06:09 am UTC (link)
"Yes, I do know what I need to do," she said, having met her eyes again.

Her resolve was clearly written in her own eyes. Maybe she could've waited, bided her time, but she has heard of many tales both magical and muggle about messing with these sorts. One could simply never remain oneself. If anything, one would become just as twisted, just as crazed and evil. In any case, she wouldn't have ever been able to hide herself. Not for a minute.

She drew her wand across the air again, with the same curse as earlier, but finally at close range.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 06:15 am UTC (link)
The spell landed a slash on her upper arm, and she looked at the girl with a look of disappointment. Her hand, still on Penelope's chin, slid down to her neck and tightened its hold.

"You should have taken my offer," she growled lowly in her throat before casting an expelliarmus to rid the girl of her wand.

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 06:27 am UTC (link)
She flinched when she heard her wand clatter to the ground. Oh how she wished she could've gotten a second shot in.

"Then what would be the point?" Penelope asked, staring at the witch's eyes defiantly.

"Who would I rather live and die for? My brother who I loved and watched grow up and in turn myself, or a twisted, power-hungry, bitch? Now--that's an easy question to answer." A small smile inched its way to the corner of her lips. "Too easy."

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 06:32 am UTC (link)
She tutted as she stepped back, her wand arm outstretched, using magic to keep Penelope affixed to the wall.

"Such a shame, my dear. And for being so rude, I will deny you the mercy I gave your brother." She magically lifted Penelope until she was flat against the ceiling, her limbs held tightly to the painted surface.

"Now, how would you like to die? Perhaps I could start by returning what you gave me..."

A slicing charm later, Clearwater's arm bled out in the same place as Jayne's body did. "There, a fine start indeed."

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 07:01 am UTC (link)
Penelope screamed as a curse slashed her own arm, but with the fury instead of succumbing to the usual fear that gripped her when she thought of being tortured. She refused to dissociate as she normally did when she even thought about what happened in Azkaban.

She would stick by her choice. And smile since she did have a choice. Much unlike the poor sod who was there torturing her--who apparently had not a choice. Such a limited view, a limited existence.

It was odd in its own way that it had to come to this, but over the past couple of days she felt her former self come through once more. At first in short bursts, but now... Well she felt her former self and then some.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-03 06:51 pm UTC (link)
She looked up cockily, watching drops of blood drip from Penlope's arm like the slightest drip from a faucet. Ah, yes, that's what would be so pretty - a bloody rain.

She saw the smile on the girl's face and felt a touch of respect, for this was one who wished to die with dignity. That she could not fault. She would ensure her death was a glorious one, at the very least.

She spelled more slashes, this time focusing on the main veins. Wrists, inner thighs, all but the throat were cut to bleed out, and bleed out they did in a symphony of deep red. She laughed in joy at the sight and wandered beneath to feel the drops on her face, as if she were a little girl out to catch raindrops on her tongue.

"Can you feel it?" she asked eagerly. "The life leaving your body, flowing like a river? Is is a thing of such great beauty - you are lucky to see it before you die!"

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-03 10:54 pm UTC (link)
She gasped at the pain that hit her as the spells were performed. "My freedom? Yes," she had said, quietly but with the same poise. She felt weak and anxious, her heart pounding loudly and rapidly in her ears, but remained aware.

With the additional spells, Penelope acknowledged that her fate had been sealed--or did that happen the day that she chose to pursue Lloyd's killer?

For a moment she felt a pang of regret, with the knowledge of what and who she would be leaving behind--Lloyd's funeral would be tomorrow, and she wouldn't be able to follow up on the dreams with Percy or finish off that article that sat in the messenger bag on a chair in the kitchen.

But the world would continue as it does; this would pass too. There are far worse things than death.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-01-04 12:23 am UTC (link)
The girl still thought she was free - how charming. Well, she certainly would be free, if one counted being free of one's body and the burdens of the living.

What she needed, however, was something to get the blood flowing. A little pain couldn't hurt either - at least it wouldn't hurt Jayne or Pandora.

"You enjoy freedom? Then tell me, how does this feel. Crucio!"

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[info]clearpenny
2012-01-04 12:42 am UTC (link)
Penelope would barely hear the words that the witch said, or yelled--or something over the now deafening sound of her own heart trying to keep up with its demands. But with every futile beat it continued to lose.

She remembered feeling an even more intense pain shoot through her nerves, her veins--everything. She screamed, rather detached from reality beyond the pain. Just for a moment or two. She wasn't sure how long it was before she blacked out.

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