Cassandra Salvatore
Seen You Before.
When you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back
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Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Aug 30, 2007 9:58:20 GMT -5
Enyo was not wandering the streets of London, instead she was in Azkaban
It would all happen very fast, and in those quick moments she had given her destiny a help in the direction that seemed to fit best.
She loathed being thrown into a cold and hostile place of which she had never visited, but knew so intimately. She was here with Lauren and Dante to retrieve a collection of inmates, including of which was her own father. They aparated to the boundaries of the lands - from their they had to move discretely to Azkaban, wearing the robes and snake faced masks - Enyo found herself loathing this more and more. Something must be changed and bringing back part of the problem is not what will make these matters better.
The Requiem members would split off into two teams, Dante and Lauren in one team that sought to run out and free the inamtes once they acquire the keys which an unlucky guard had supplied through his death. Through the prison, Enyo helped steer them into the direction where their targets would be. After doing so, she would be the team that would stay behind for now. She was facing down the Dementors, and preparing for the cadre of Aurors that would be arriving soon. She was to buy the others time to perform their task. It was a burden that beared with a maniacal laugh as she pulled out her wand.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 10:13:26 GMT -5
The prison was never silent, even a night, the sounds of whimpering inmates, and the shaking sucking breath of the dementors could be heard echoing down just about every corridor. Most of the dwellers of the wretched prison had forced themselves to get used to the noise, block it out, but there were few left that resisted. Awake at night they sat, in steely silence a sharp contrast to the others even the sleeping forms.
Eris was one of these that 'chose to fight' in her words, but there was no one to fight, no one would benefit or suffer from the girl staying awake all night, except her poor mind. All thoughts of worry about her state had long since gone, she loved who she was. She was the bringer of strife and bloodshed, she revelled in it. It was the reason she would never be allowed out of her tiny cell, there was no chance she wouldn't reoffend, and when she did, she would do it in spectacular style, and she would relish the feel of blood against her skin again.
At the memories, a smirk spread her lips, the shadows at the back of her cell hid her from sight, though there was no one to see her. Peyton and her other cell mates had long since gone to bed. The lucky people, who could sleep in such a hollow place. As a sound floated towards her she twitched, it wasn't allowed, it wasn't a normal night sound, it made her angry.. unfolding herself from her bed, she creeped off, listening to the laughter.
She had come, and once she was free of this place, the would be nothing to stop her. Fingers twitching she fixed her wild eyes on the door, she could almost feel her wand there, oh how she longed to feel the ebony stick in her hand once more.
Crooning softly, she stroked her hand. "Come my lovelies... find me... ladybird wants to fly away."
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Post by Dante Wood on Aug 30, 2007 10:18:54 GMT -5
Dante and Lauren walked slowly and casually through Azkaban. Gaining entrance had been easy. The Dementors had let them pass. And if they hadn't, well, they could have dealt with them. But that wasn't necessary as they made their way down a long corridor of the wizarding prison.
Dante was as calm as could be. It was fun to be doing something, even if he didn't really care for those he and Lauren were about to break out of the prison. He slowly, almost merrily twirled his wand in his left hand. If he was forced to use it, he wouldn't have wanted to be the person on the receiving end.
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 10:27:53 GMT -5
After the girl had basically let him go and he turned it down, he stayed in the back of the cell for the next few days. He wanted to wait for the one everyone was talking about, Enyo. He noticed two people walking down the corridor, it seemed odd to him. Cello stood up and moved towards the door, standing and watching the two, wondering if the time had finally come for them to escape.
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Post by Lauren Wood on Aug 30, 2007 10:40:59 GMT -5
Lauren strode quietly through the prison, Dante on her left. After days of them being shut up in a tent in the middle of nowhere, it was nice to finally get out, even if what they were doing wasn't something to be taken lightly.
Glancing to her right, she noticed the row of prisoners, but none of them who they were here for. With a barely audible sigh, she looked forward, her hand softly cradling her wand.
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Post by Dante Wood on Aug 30, 2007 10:56:18 GMT -5
They stopped in the middle of the corridor. Dante had a look around, noticing the prisoners had their eyes trained on him. It was near pitch black, but it was obvious that they weren't guards, and that they had broken in to Azkaban. Something that you would think people wouldn't want to do.
The prisoners didn't exclaim at the sight of him and Lauren. They would know they could potentially get out so blowing the two's cover wouldn't be wise. Though it could be fun Dante thought.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 10:59:49 GMT -5
When two figures had entered their temporary home, Eri's blue eyes fixed on them immediately, a cruel smile curving her lips. They weren't new meat, she knew that, but they could be fun, and if they let her out... even better.
Wrapping her long fingers around the bars she smiled, a man and a woman they were, a little too arrogant for her liking, but they would do. "Hush little babies..." she crooned softly as she took a step away from the bars, a figner glued to her lips.
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Aug 30, 2007 11:09:39 GMT -5
Peyton had been, once again, sitting in her corner. She was biting her finger, drawing blood which she lapped up as it dropped. Her hair fell in tangled knots around her, her skin sallow, her eyes sunken. She was none of the beauty she once was. Azkaban had taken it all from her.
She felt the inmates around her stir, and heard footsteps approach her cell. An evil presence filled the air. "Who calls upon our residence?" Peyton asked in a scratchy, low voice. She sniffed the air. "Is it she?"
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Post by Marcello Ventrella on Aug 30, 2007 11:21:06 GMT -5
Cello gripped the bars, "Out!" he hissed. He knew why they were here. He wanted to got out as fast as possible. But these two seemed as though they were going to toy with him and the others.
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Post by Dante Wood on Aug 30, 2007 11:21:25 GMT -5
Dante smiled as he heard one of the inmates question. He didn't answer, but knew the 'she' that the girl was talking about was Cassandra. He had let Cassandra be known as the evil, plotting, Dark Lord one. Even though it was him who had broken her out of St.Mungos. The Ministry, though they didn't want to believe she was trying to rise to power, certainly didn't want to believe that a former Minster of Magic, one who was one of the most talented wizards of his generation, maybe in history, was right there as well.
He softly tapped the bars of several cells with his wand, though this didn't do anything. He had done it just because. Well that and he was selecting those which would be opened.
Taking the mask off and throwing his hood down, he looked around the dimly lit prison. No doubt many recognised him as the former Minister. Though maybe some didn't.
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Post by Jayson Thorne on Aug 30, 2007 11:24:39 GMT -5
Jayson sat at the back of his cell. Staring at the figures in the hall. His head bent forwards, and his hollowed eyes glowing in the dark. He did not blink, and he did not breathe. This was what he had been waiting for. Slowly he rose up, and walked towards the bars. Not making a sound. He stood directly infront of the bars. Almost to the top. Towering over the ones that were in the halls. He heard the other prisoners making a commotion, and let out a slight chuckle. This was it. Finally, after all these years, he was going to get out. As the man in the hall lowered his hood, Jayson recognized him. He was the old minister. Jayson let out another surpressed laugh, staring the man down. Words still not leaving his lips.
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Aug 30, 2007 11:27:24 GMT -5
Peyton saw the face of a boy she knew from the past. Once, her sister Jordyn had taken a liking to him, but that ended as quickly as it began. Peyton licked her lips, some of the blood from her finger leaking onto them. She pressed against the bars, and reached a bloody hand out to him. "So nice to see you, minister." After she said this, she backed away and curtsied.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Aug 30, 2007 11:33:00 GMT -5
Though the boy had obviously meant his unveiling to be a big moment. Eris merely gave him a smirk, she didn't recognise him, she had been in here too long to both with any news of the outside world, or it's figures. Licking her lips again, she stroked the bars that were reverberating loudly.
"Peyton darling, I want a pony..." crooning softly, she turned her large eyes on the girl in the cell beside her, watching the blood on her arm as she addressed him as minister. "We have corruption," she whispered with dark eyes as she backed away, throwing her head back in a giggle as the shadows took her.
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Post by Lauren Wood on Aug 30, 2007 11:40:32 GMT -5
Lauren stood in front of a younger girls stall. She recognized her, but didn't know her by name. Not that she cared. She didn't particularly care about any of Cassandra's followers that had gotten themselves locked up.
Lauren slightly chuckled as she listened to one of the prisoners drown on about wanting a pony. Her lips slowly curled into a smile from behind her mask as she watched each of them eager to get out. She softly rolled her wand at her fingertips, glancing to Dante briefly.
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Post by Peyton Brooks on Aug 30, 2007 11:42:55 GMT -5
Peyton giggled like a fourteen year old girl when she saw the woman in front of her stall. "Professor Rosier, you look ravishing. But, I taste better." She had heard rumors about a student-teacher affair, and now here was Dante and Lauren, together. "Now, where is my master?"
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