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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 29, 2007 17:40:20 GMT -5
A large hooded figure swooped down on the small cell, to look at them, no one would have thought Dementors could move that fast, but when there was the promise of delicious human happiness to be sucked up, they'd move as fast as necessary.
As the figure collided with the iron bars, where the face had been a moment before, sticking out between the bars, a high pitched childish laugh ran throughout the prison. It held the unmistakeable hint of madness and glee all rolled into one. The prisoners around the girl, looked up but only a moment as the game was played regularly. They never paid any attention, the morale they had left was shaken by the unnerving and chilling laugh.
When the black shape finally moved on, disappointment evident on it's face. The skinny, sickly looking girl scrambled to her feet, a wild look still on her face and her large eyes that should be innocent looked wide with insanity. Giggling again, she shook the bars and began to growl. The Dementors were the only fun thing around here.
Abandoning her attempts, Ebony flew herself dramatically back inside her tiny cell, but she didn't stay quiet for long. "Peeeyyton, my loverly!" she sang in an unnerving sing song voice as she pushed her head against the wall. "The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried." When the girl didn't answer she threw herself onto her bed, her lips pouty as she was in a evident huff.
To any visitor, the girl would look innocent and sweet, with her large blue eyes outlined in black charcoal that she stole, and her hair in a short cute pixie cut, but the girl was far from cute, despite the fact that the only harsh thing about her was the visible bones sticking out of her, similar to a muggle heroin addict that she was often mistaken for when she wasn't locked up in this place.
Tapping her bare foot incessantly for a moment before she abandoned it for bigger things she bounced on her bed, the old springs creaking loudly... she really was the girl you would least want to share a wing with.
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Aug 29, 2007 17:54:04 GMT -5
Peyton sat huddled in a dark corner of her cell, singing quietly to herself. "Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day," though bright sun was spilling through the cracks in the masonry. She heard Ebony in the cell across from her, and crawled to the bars, gripping them with her bony hands.
"Eri, my darling," Peyton crooned, running her tongue along one of the cold bars. She closed her eyes in pleasure, as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted. "I had a dream last night as well." She gave a low, hollow laugh. "The Dark Lord came for us, and we joined her," Peyton's voice dropped to a scratchy whisper. "I have heard whispers. We shall not continue to live here, we will soon enough see the outside again. I know she is coming..."
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 29, 2007 18:05:34 GMT -5
The waif of a girl practically fell over herself to get to the bars again and talk to her friend. It was strange how the insane banded together in this place, and Mariella would refer to the girl as her only friend in the world, as techincally it was true.
Landing on the cold stone floor with the slap of bare flesh she giggled again inanely, and chewed the string of beads around her neck, she had been surprised they had let her keep them, but at times she could be very persuasive, especially when she wanted something.
Craning her neck in an awkward position she saw the girl in the cell next to her and began to giggle again, though she refrained from licking things. "What have you heard," her voice was a mere whisper and held little of the insanity that was evident in the rest of her demeanor. From the guards and other prisoners, she had heard about a whispered power named Enyo, it had been the reason she now commanded everyong but Peyton to call her Eris, Eris was Enyo's partner in crime in Greek Mythology. "My dreams just... fly away," she shot out her hand through the bars as if to catch the escaping dreams and curled her lips into a cruel smile.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 7:21:23 GMT -5
Marcello heard the voices from the cells near his and moved over by his door to listen. He sat in the closest coner to them. Sticking his hand through the bars he snapped and brought his hand quickly back in.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 7:25:34 GMT -5
The snap was echoed from inside the girls cell beside her. Snapping again, she watched her finges move in wide eyed awe, no doubt she had found a new trick to constantly keep her other cellmates up all night. Quietly she whispered "we will wait for her," more to herself than to Peyton.
A pleased smile curled her lips as she budged forwards, gripping the bars tightly. "Pretty hands... pretty fingers," she crooned nonsensically through the the front of her cell. Frankly she didn't like these open cell, she prefered her own room with the door and the little window, but they were putting extra protection in them, so she had been moved here. At least now she could drive the inmates wild.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 7:33:07 GMT -5
Marcello snapped again, with both fingers, over and over, as if making a steady tempo. He simply liked the noise it made and it made him almost smile. He quickly stopped realizing the joy it brought him. He moved is his arm through the bars as far as he could and reached over towards the girl next to her. He had always wanted Eris, since the day she walked past him and was forced into the cell next to his.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 7:38:35 GMT -5
Giggling wildly at the 'music' that drifted into her cell she tapped her bare feet, her eyes fixed on the little pudgy man who was watching over them and the dementors, no doubt he would scream at them to be silent soon, the thought made her laughter intensify.
With a strange expression of hypnosis on her face she watched as the man beside her reached over to her thin arms. Since Peyton had fallen quiet, the girl had moved closed to the other wall idly, singing softly under her breath songs from her childhood. If most people reached for her in this place she would have torn their flesh with her nails in an instant, but she remained quiet and watchful now. The glint of mischeif gone from her large charcoal edged eyes.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 7:47:14 GMT -5
Cello pulled his arm back in and yelled out, "Ahhhhhh...," which sounded almost like a deep roar. He stood up and began throwing anything he could in his cell, although most things were tied down. He picked up a spoon that layed on the floor and ran back and forth, hitting the spoon against the bars before chucking it at the back wall. He stared at it after it landed, breathing heavily and cursing himself for being in here. He wanted out, he wanted to kill, he missed the feeling of causing death and pain.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 7:55:04 GMT -5
As the raucos ensued she sunk back into the back of her cell, the shadows creeping over her over large eyes as she crawled backwards onto the bed in a eerie manner. The girl had no love of excessive noise, unless it was the screams of pain at torture, or her wild laughter.
It wasn't long until she had her long string of beads back in her mouth, chewing them idly as she sung quietly. "Lady bird, Lady bird fly away home.." her voice was still high and sing songy, despite how queit she was as she receited the nursery rhyme she had heard Lady Enyo was so fond of. Even though it made her ache for freedom, she wanted to fly away home, and punish those that kept her here imprisoned against her will.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 7:59:56 GMT -5
"Lady.Enyo." he said slowly to himself and sat in the back corner of his cell. He'd sit and wait for her. He just wanted out and he'd follow anyone at this point, he didn't care. He had two things on his mind at all time, Out and Wand. he was prepared to do anything to get them.
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