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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 21:27:54 GMT -5
((if no one wants me to do this tell me lmfao))
Alli had swept her dark hair back in a ponytail, leaving strands and ringlets falling around her face. It was her first day trying out a job at the place. It seemed the Dementors weren't able to control the people here so much so they were teaching people how, however you had to have a strong disposition. It seemed her resume worked.
Walking passed each cell she wondered why they'd done what they done. Was it because they felt as crazy as her some days? Shaking her head Alli continued following the old wizard who seemed to instill fear among those around her. Her figure full and her outfit perfect for the job, plain jeans and a black tank top, it wasn't like she was trying to impress anyone. Even her make up was smudgy a bit.
They reached the end stall and the wizard began speaking about the dangers of the job, that her soul better be well rounded and protected.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 29, 2007 21:40:45 GMT -5
New Meat. It was the first thought to rise to her mind as she licked her lips slightly, the girl walking past her, so innocent.. so naive. Sniffing the air slightly she leant against the brick wall beside the bars, her blue eyes following the young girl, she could tell she was pureblood, that was a start, but who was she. Mariella saw few women on this cell block, few humans at that, and she saw no.. children.
Tapping the bars slightly she craned her neck, her short pixie cut her tickling her high brow as she moved, so she swatted it dramatically. The girls attire was nothing more than a pair of raggard shorts and a bra, she refused to wear the baggy burlap sack resembling dresses of the other women, so the guards had relented and let her wear shorts.
"Mary, mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?" she started the nursery rhyme in her high pitched, eerie voice, and she dissolved into giggles after a while, as insane and pointless as her words. "Itty bitty Baby, shouldn't she be at home she crooned to no one in particular.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 21:44:31 GMT -5
Cello watched the girl pass his cell. He watched her intently and got up and stood aginst the bars, all he had on was a ripped up pair of shorts. His chest aginst the bars, his arms hung by his side. He opened his mouth to speak for the first time in 17 years or so, "Get Out," he hissed.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 21:47:08 GMT -5
Being told to get out didn't frighten her in the least. Hearing the strange nursery rhymes didnt' either. Perhaps she truly was crazy, but she felt strong in this place. Fear didn't possess her. She wasn't numb, she felt powerful against dementors...against herself.
"No." She said back to the man. Getting ready to look up into eyes she were sure as empty as the words were full.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 29, 2007 21:49:31 GMT -5
The girl had come to a halt next to the cell beside hers, and the girl gave her a strange look. "Pretty isn't he? Not much of a talker," it was weird to hear such legible and normal words coming from her mouth after she had just sung a nursery rhyme, but she had a knack for switching between her personalities quickly, and something told her, this time she should be sane, it might present something interesting to tell Peyton.
"What's your name darling?" her eyes seemed almost friendly as she watched the girl.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 21:50:44 GMT -5
Cello stared at her, dazed. "Get Out," he hissed again. It was all his mind would allow him to say.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 21:51:22 GMT -5
Taking her eyes from the man before her Allie turned her head to the girl. "You'll have to earn the right to know." She said sternly. Not angrily or coldly. Earnestly. Alli was a very real person and didnt' fake it for anyone. The man in front of her was peculiar. It was strange to see him. The way his voice crackled like it was covered in dirt Alli was sure he hadn't spoken in awhile.
Turning her gaze back to him she pulled his eyes to hers. Wondering what he saw looking at her. She had been told that people saw things differently in Azkaban.
"No." She said once more.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 29, 2007 21:54:17 GMT -5
The amusement disappeared from her eyes for a moment to be replaced by a flash of anger. "The pretty girl has a brain, no does she?" It was never the best idea to go telling all to the prisoners of Azkaban, it really was surprising what they could do from inside these so called impenetrable walls.
Tapping her cell impatiently she took a step backand threw her arms up in annoyance, her mood switched back immediately, one moment she could look almost human, the shadow of the once pretty, elegant girl she had been, and the next she could be gone, her eyes wide with madness.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 21:55:05 GMT -5
Cello moved his face to the bars, against them, trying to pull his head as far as he could through the bars, "Get me out," he hissed once again. His cold, dark eyes burned into hers.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 21:58:24 GMT -5
Mariella's words burned through her head. Yes she did. She had a heart as well. She was smart. So desperatly she wanted to ask this Marcello fellow why he was here. The wizard had informed her of names, never of their actions. As if it would scar her. Would being here not scar her? Honestly some adults underestimated her intelligance. "Why?" She asked him. His eyes burning into hers. At that moment she knew she'd never forget those eyes. As if they became warmer as he stared into her blue orbs.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 22:01:20 GMT -5
"I Want To Feel Again," he said slowly, his voice coming back to normal, not fully yet. He moved his hand out through the bars and held his palm open.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 22:03:20 GMT -5
Alli knew better. Every part of her knew better than to put her palm to his. He was older than her by at least twelve years. He was in azkaban. That meant he'd commited a heinous crime. Something washed over Alli. It wasn't that feeling you get around dementors, it was that feeling that you've met someone whose going to be part of you forever. That bugged her, in Azkaban though...it didn't scare her.
"Why are you here?" she breathed, barely audible as a whisper. Reaching forward her fingers grazed his hardened palm.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 22:05:51 GMT -5
"Murder," he said slowly, watching her fingers touch his palm. He wasn't going to grab her or freak her out, he simply just wanted to feel again. But there was something different about this girl, she wasn't afraid to be here, and she wasn't forced to be here either.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 22:09:46 GMT -5
"Why'd you kill someone?" she asked slowly, letting her fingertips trace the lines against his calloused palm. Shouldn't she be terrified to be so close to a murderer? She wasn't. It was strange....as she let her palm press up against his. Unable to identify with her own emotions she let herself stare into his eyes that weren't really there.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 22:17:29 GMT -5
"Fight. My Father," he said moving his thumb over her hand, his rough skin rubbing her soft skin made him feel less broken inside. "17 years ago," he added and looked down at their hands.
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