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

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!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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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