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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]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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