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Christopher Warrington ([info]wagemywars) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-08-17 15:09:00

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Entry tags:adrian pucey, christopher warrington, sally-anne warrington

Corner of Hillborn Way and Threehorn Lane - tag to Adrian
Who Christopher, Sally-Anne, Adrian
Where In your face
When Holy backdated Batman. @2am
What The return of Sally-Anne, badassery, and more.

Christopher looked like an alley-way drug dealer. Nobody had told him as such, but he suspected it nevertheless, having already two twitchy blokes come up to him and ask if he was carrying. Although they could not really be blamed; Christopher, at this point, was not presented at his best since he got no sleep last night and spent the entire morning pacing around his flat. Actually, he slept very little since Sally-Anne's kidnapping, for obvious reasons, but also because, as Christopher discovered, sleep just came easier with the comforting body heat of other than his in the bed. But mostly, Christopher had been a cranky bastard for the past days, knowing that there was somebody out there with a superiority complex going out of his or her way to make life harder for him.

The night was slightly warm. The street was quiet, there were not that many residents in his area, mostly abandoned, run-down looking buildings that are in dire need of a good fixing. Christopher leaned against one of the walls, and watched as nothing went by.



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[info]renegade_pucey
2008-08-24 11:58 am UTC (link)
Adrian stumbled but managed to right himself without falling, however sloppily. Point for him. This was not even remotely the way the rest of the drop offs had gone and Adrian could feel heat rising to his face. The man had done well to insult his pride and were Sally Anne any other witch, Adrian might have been tempted to hurt her to show he meant business. As it was he was hampered by some ridiculous sense of loyalty.

But Christopher's last statement pushed Adrian over the edge. No he wasn't important, but no one other than Rodolphus could get away with saying such. He sneered.

"Aye? And who are you? Unemployed? I know your dirty little secret, Warrington. Does dear Sally Anne know? I'd say this makes you a rather lacking husband."

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[info]wagemywars
2008-08-24 08:40 pm UTC (link)
Seizing the chance while the masked man was off balance, Christopher took Sally-Anne by the wrist and pulled her gently behind him, and hopefully out of harm's way. At the Deatheater's comment, Christopher could not help but instinctively tighten protectively his grasp on his wife's arm. It was ironic that this man would be lecturing Christopher on anything that was lacking- and he found this incredibly insulting. Like being told that murder was bad by a rapist. Shaking his head, Christopher let out a soft laugh, and made a move to turn away-

And grabbed the Deatheater by the hem of his cloak, pulling him down so that his stomach was in line with Christopher's kneecap.

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[info]renegade_pucey
2008-08-25 09:17 pm UTC (link)
Adrian had hoped for, and possibly even expected, such a reaction and so was not wholly unprepared for Christopher's sudden attack. He managed to wrench his body sideways and although he avoided the hit, he heard the fabric of his robe tear. He cursed silently and scuttled sideways, leaving a bit of fabric in Christopher's clenched fist.

Having regained his own balance he scowled. "You'll pay for that!" and lashed out with a fist towards the other wizard's face.

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[info]wagemywars
2008-08-26 02:06 am UTC (link)
In a split second, Christopher decided on a few facts: he probably outweighed the Deatheater, not by much, but enough to have an advantage. But, judging by the way he moved away from Christopher's initial attack, the cloaked man might be more agile than Christopher. That may or may not be a problem. Although the man moved like he had experience in hand to hand combat, the experience probably came out of necessity.

Christopher took a step back, because the punch was thrown straight toward his face, he saw it coming a mile away. Grabbing the other's sleeve, and wrapping a huge hand around the arm tightly, Christopher pulled the man toward the wall, trying to use his weight and momentum against him.

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[info]renegade_pucey
2008-08-26 08:33 pm UTC (link)
That move worked perfectly, and Adrian swung into the wall, crashing painfully. He wasn't a fighter, not against his friend and the jarring pain brought this point him. Besides, he preferred an unfair advantage and this was not presently the case.

"Stop, Warrington, stop," Adrian gasped as he shook his head to clear his vision. "Salazar, cut it out." He drew his wand a little shakily, but didn't point it at the other wizard. "She's back, just go home."

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[info]wagemywars
2008-08-26 11:48 pm UTC (link)
Christopher stopped, blinking blankly at the Deatheater, and realizing suddenly that he had a two by four in his hand, and its sharp edges were digging to his palm. Taking in a deep breath, Christopher forced himself to come back and lets go of the piece of wood, and it fell onto the pavement with a loud crack. It would have so much easier for him to just continue with his blind rage, but instead, Christopher swallowed it and it tasted bitter and burned his tongue.

"You know what, go back to your whatever, and tell him," he took Sally-Anne's hand into his, and gave it a gentle squeeze, "That the fight is with me."

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[info]renegade_pucey
2008-08-26 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Adrian shook his head slightly as the board fell to the ground and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"You'll get no argument from me," he commented before he could stop himself. "Fuck it." He put a small vial on a wooden crate conveniently discarded half way between the two men. "Give this to her when you get home. She'll fall asleep for a while but it'll clear her of the potions in her system."

And he disapparated with a sharp crack.

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