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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 22:28:32 GMT -5
Tremors went through Alli's spine and the rest of her body as he moved his thumb against her hand. "I've felt that way..." She cursed herself, bad choice of words. How did he expect her, an intern, to help him?
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 29, 2007 22:38:49 GMT -5
"But You did not," he said and looked back at her eyes. "That's why I'm in here. And you, Keep me in here." he said and pulled his arm away and backed up towards the middle of his cell. He didn't want to be close enough to her to pass on whatever inside him made him kill and want to keep killing. He continued to stare at her, wondering what she was thinking.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 29, 2007 22:43:03 GMT -5
The sudden disappearance of warmth shocked her. The cold wanting to make her collapse, but she was stronger than that. She continued to stare at him, watching his maneurisms, wondering what he was thinking. Why....they still kept him here. It bothered her. Turning to the little wizard who had watched the scene he motioned her over.
Looking over her shoulder, holding his gaze she wondered what to say. The wizard turned to face her. "He's not ... he's the best out of the lot in here. If you help him...you're the one for this job." He told her before waddling down the hall and disappearing in the corridor. Alli wondered what on earth she was supposed to do next. Remembering her list she was supposed to take one person at a time to a hall for them to exercise. She'd heard that was new...and it was only for those with red glow coming from the cell only workers could see.
Coming from Marcello's cell was a red glow. Walking up she pulled out her key and looked him in the eye. "Basketball or Quidditch?" She asked him.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 7:06:06 GMT -5
Cello moved abck towards the cell wall as she walked away from him, trying to keep her in his sight at all times. As she moved back towards his cell he took a step or two back. Upon hearing her question he began to think, Should I pick basketball? i liked to play it as a kid. No!. Quidditch involves a broom, I may have a chance to get out.
"Quidditch," he finally answered and stood in front of the door that hadn't been opened in 17 years. If he could have felt it, excitement would have been plastered across his face, but being in a place such as this kept him completely emotionless.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 7:18:43 GMT -5
Jealousy burned inside her at the fact that the man in the cell next to her got to go outside. Outside, where there were no walls, were the sunlight blinded you and the wind felt cool. Outside where there were muggles to kill. Licking her lips unvoluntarily she looked up at the girl from where she had taken a seat on the cold stone floor.
"Does Eris not get to go walkies?" Most of the guards refused to all her by her pet name, but all of the inmates knew better, sure she was a wreched girl of forgotten beauty, but she was dangerous, she had been taught by some of the greatest and darkest witches and wizards of their time and most of the people in here were people who had picked up a wand one day and pointed it wrong. Mariella had committed her crime with a clear mind.
Even at the moment she had sat there in the middle of her victims house, covered in their blood, the Ministry officials staring at her in shock at how innocent she looked, she had known what was coming.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 30, 2007 8:01:39 GMT -5
Pulling out her wand as instructed to do so when handling prisoners Alli opened the door and allowed Marcello out. Wondering what was held. "Good choice" She said with little emotion though she felt it in a way. It was strange being near him so. Looking to the girl in the cage as they walked by she smiled ever so slightly. "You're next, relax."
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 8:05:12 GMT -5
Marcello stepped out of the door and took a deep breath, as if the air was different after taking a single step. He straightened himself up and brushed himself off. He stared at the girl, "Name?" he asked. He'd wait for the right moment to take off.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 30, 2007 8:11:30 GMT -5
"You want to earn that..." She said, giving him a simple expression that told him not to leave yet. Hoping he understood Alli faced forward as she noticed something. There were only a few more red lights coming from cells down the corridor. That made her ache inside for the people.
Seeing a dementor she turned Marcello down another hall, entering a large cafeteria with one small table. "Sit?" She asked.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 8:18:02 GMT -5
"Cello." He said and followed her. "Yes." he said and took a seat. He was very calm and relaxed. Being out of the cell gave him a slight joyous feeling that freaked him out. He examined the room before eyes rested back on hers.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 30, 2007 19:18:40 GMT -5
A masked guard dropped plates of semi-normal food in front of each of them. Just because she was an intern dind't mean she recieved any special treatment. "Interesting name." Alli mused as she watched his eyes carefully. Wonering deeply what he was thinking. There was no doubting he was good looking, though Azkaban had faded them some he was still handsome, this didn't go passed Ali as she watched some more.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 31, 2007 7:36:15 GMT -5
He looked down at his food and back up to her. "Thank You," he replied before he picked up his fork or whatever and proceeded on taking baites from whatever it was. He stopped after a few and looked back up at her," Why cannot I hear your name?" he asked her. Cello closed his eyes as he awaited her responce, deeply inhaling and trying to relax himself. It was working.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 31, 2007 7:40:23 GMT -5
"Because I don't know you yet....." She said, hoping that he couldn't hear the quiver in her voice as shivers went down her spine from the way he looked at her. She'd noticed him warm up considerably since the cell. That'd only been moments ago. "Why do you want to know so badly?" She asked with a small smile. The food was decent, it was what she'd have to get used to.
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Post by Ben Geller on Aug 31, 2007 7:52:02 GMT -5
[Cello]
"So I know what to call you," he said. He wasn't trying to be creepy, he just wanted to know her name so he could have a conversation with her. He took another bite and turned his gaze back to her eyes, noticing the life that fluttered within them, wishing for that life back in his.
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Post by Alisia Jackson on Aug 31, 2007 15:51:02 GMT -5
"Alli." she said in a barely audible whisper. As much as she'd like to deny it she was feeling more and more around these people rather than less. The food was tasteless. "Don't tell anyone." She smiled lightly, rather a quivering curve of her lips.
"What you going to do when you get out?" Her lips hung on when.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 31, 2007 15:59:05 GMT -5
Cello nodded when he asked her not to tell. "Alli I Do Not Know." he said. He was a rather simple talker, one liners. He liked to keep things short, unlike his current stay at Azkaban.
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