Regulation and Control

Who: Daria Kis and Susan Bones
What: An encounter on the streets of London. Better summary to follow.
Where: Streets of wizarding London
When: 26th May, early evening
Rating: TBR
Status: Open; incomplete

It was fast approaching tea time. Or so Susan gathered from the sudden emptiness of the streets and the way that what appeared to be half the street had poured into the nearby restaurants and cafes, splitting up accordingly. Susan eyed them all, trying to decide between paying extra for nicer food, or staying true to the side of her that begrudged paying any money by heading into the fast food restaurant packed with teenagers. It was an unbelievably tough decision.

Sighing, she reached into her bag and took out a packet of cigarettes, tucking one between her teeth before she struck up a match. Taking a deep draw of the cigarette, Susan began to walk down the street, still eyeing the fast food restaurant rather warily.

Who: All characters in the shops and streets near the wall.
Where: Mathwall, wizarding London
When: April 5, 13:30
What: A charm bomb, a device previously unknown to the wizarding world, goes off, trapping several people in a six-block radius in Mathwall
Rating: TBD, could go high for violence, etc.
Status: OPEN; in progress.

"Something's happened!" A woman ran into the tiny shop and screamed. The small group of shoppers assembled in the area, pricked their ears, some of them paying attention, others still milling around the wares, examining the strange and assorted objects that rested in the shop's corners. With a groan, the shopkeeper finally pushed the shoppers out.

"Get on with you! Go see what she's about." A crowd of people began to filter out, flooding the doors en masse before the flood suddenly halted. It was quickly obvious what she had been screaming about. The horizon had disappeared.

It was as if these few streets of Mathwall had been cut off from the rest of London and in fact, the world. A tall wall began to shimmer, rays of sun glinting off its exterior as it sparkled. Others on the street appeared to have noticed it as well - bodies were stopping, staring at the world as if it had been made new, the environment suddenly hushed as if the populace was in a state of collective shock. Which they were.

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Susan Bones
What: Celtic and Rangers fans have a showdown and then Sue suggests she and Matt go feed the ducks.
Where: Hackney, London
When: October 2007
Rating: R
Status: Closed; complete

It was oddly silent in the crowded pub when she pushed open the door and slid inside, elbows knocking against the sides of the mostly male crowd inside as she tried to make her way to the counter. Everyone around her seemed to be holding their breath, their eyes wide and round as they stared straight ahead and Susan's head turned to try and figure out what was proving so fascinating to them. When she found it she almost kicked herself. A twenty four inch plasma television showing a football match was kind of hard to miss.

Head shaking, she squeezed in between two stocky figures and nearly tripped over her own feet. Thankfully, her hands grabbed at the bar and hoisted her body up. "Smart, Sue," she murmured under her breath.

Someone beside her hissed something in her ear, which she couldn't make out as at that precise moment the whole pub seemed to have decided to erupt into cheers, voices loud and jubilant as the ball sank into the back of the net. She'd never understood the appeal of watching football in a pub filled with overweight middle-aged men, most of whom smelled worse than the dump around the corner from her flat, and when a number of them raised their arms in unison she had to suck in a breath. God, that was awful.

( Sometimes we run... )

Who: Nicolas Vaisey and Susan Bones
What: A random run in, which results in a, er, slight argument.
Where: Sapperstun, London
When: May, 2006
Rating: PG-13 for language, probably
Status: Open; complete

Susan stood in the doorway of the curry house, one foot inside and the other out, a cigarette held loosely between her fingers. The street was busy, people moving in a seemingly endless flow past her though most of them seemed determined to avoid the Indian restaurant, instead sticking to the greasy fast food burger shops across the street or spending their time pawing at the clothes racks in front of shops. From where she stood in the past twenty-five minutes she was positive she'd seen at least four teenagers grab stuff from the outside racks and shove them into their pockets or bags. Only one of them had had an attack of conscience and set it back- two others had been stunned and the hitwizards called.

Saturday's were always busy days.

Lifting her cigarette to her lips and taking a long drag, she turned to say something to Faiza only to hear the woman squeal at her, "Sue, you smoke that in here and I will kill you."

"I'm not fucking smoking it in here," Sue said, scowling and she flicked the ash off her cigarette, unmindful of the people passing by her. Fai glared at her and she sighed heavily, turning around, a slightly annoyed expression on her face as she lifted her arm, hunting in her bag for the cigarette packet.

Who: Susan Bones & Isaac Kettering
What: Awkward interruptions and interesting instances in an alley
When: March, 2002
Where: A motel and then an alleyway in London
Rating: Really light R? For frottage?
Status: Closed, complete.
Notes: Isaac is so humiliated. He feels used and unappreciated - and also unsatisfied. Thanks for that, Sue. ;)



( ...you and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals/so let's do it like they do on the discovery channel... )

Who: Dudley Dursley & Susan Bones
What: Um...banshees. (Ancient Irish fairy tale banshees, yo, not correct by written folklore.)
Where: the Tower Bridge, London
When: 5th November, 2007
Rating: PG-13, probably, for language
Status: Open; complete

The purple sky of late evening still remained, slightly, though dark navy chased it further and further into the horizon, bringing with it a blanket of stars which burned brightly above head, casting a dull lighting over the city of London. The street lamps had blazed to life shortly after four, but most leading to the Tower Bridge were burnt out, or smashed, the youths who had done so leaving nothing but the smell of alcohol and shards of glass in their wake.

As she walked Sue slammed her feet down heavily against the ground, the sound of crunching glass loud in her ears. The night was hot, humid, and nearly deserted, which was odd for November. It was almost time for the party-goers and drunks to spill out of the pubs and clubs around, cars speeding recklessly over the bridge as they tried to find just one more open venue that they weren't barred from. Sue estimated she had perhaps an hour to continue walking, though she didn't do so. Instead she stopped at the side of the bridge, her fingers curling around it, mind not on the noise of the cars behind her but on the water she looked down into, so dark it seemed almost black.

"That's what the sky should like look," she murmured, uncaring that she was talking to herself. It was so odd and so like England to be bright out when it was nearing one a.m., evening sky remaining despite the hour.

A yell sounded from down the street and another echoed. Sue sighed. Apparently the pubs closed earlier than she thought.

Who: Susan Bones and Dudley Dursley
What: Eclairs. (It makes as much sense as the summary of anything Ruth and I do, so yeah. Will update when something sensible occurs.) Edit: Nothing sensible ever did occur, nonsensical things include Jack-in-Irons, a giant with the heads of his victims swinging on his belt.
Where: a lonely road in Kilnsey Crag, Yorkshire, England
When: January 2007, after dark
Rating: PG-13 at least, for namecalling and severed heads
Status: Closed; complete

Pound. Pound. Pound. Dudley wasn't sure which was louder- the thudding of his heart against his ribcage or the slamming heavy steps behind him that rocked the dales, sending even his heavy body flying upwards slightly with every shambling step behind him. He was running as hard as he could, desperately thankful that, for once, he'd found someone larger than himself and slower as he circled the rock, smelling the decomposition of the creature right behind him.

"Don't think about the heads, Ver, don't think about the heads..." he slurred as a blow glanced towards him. No, not him. Towards a woman.

Without thinking, he plowed straight into her, knocking her to the ground as the giant's fist came lurching towards her head. The fist barely missed them both and Dudley pressed her harder into the ground as he stared up at the beast, fumbling for his gun and pointing it at the creature. One bullet screamed out of the barrel, then another, to the sound of a penetrating roar that rocked the countryside.

Who: Susan and Prudence Bones.
What: A series of snippets of sisters.
Where: All over the show.
When: Ranges from 1989 to 2007.
Rating: R for language.
Status: Closed; narrative; complete
Notes: This is written oddly and mainly just to get a feel of the character for myself. The reason for it being written oddly is, basically, just a series of memories that spring to Sue’s mind whenever she thinks of Prue. Thus, it’s supposed to be disjointed. (Read: several drabbles I threw together.)

( Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun... )