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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 12:27:23 GMT -5
Ano had heard his cousin had got out of Azkaban and decided to go wandering to see if he could find out where he was. As he walked up the street his hands rested in his pocket and his head faced forward as his eyes switched from side to side, looking at the people and shops he was passing. His hand gripped the wand inside of his pocket, just incase some shit went down.
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Post by Mariella 'Eris' Ebony on Sept 3, 2007 12:35:35 GMT -5
The young girl that walked along the alley looked nothing more than that, she no longer looked crazed or half dead. With the crisp white short shorts, and the green band t-shirt hugging her, she looked more slender and toned than emaciated. Having found a temporary home which she attained by murder obviously, she had managed to keep clean. Her hair was short but healthy looking again, and even her face looked prettier with the lack of grime and makeshift makeup that had been replaced with the stolen kind.
The only thing that let her down was the fact that she was skipping down the street, a gleeful smile on her face as usual, and her eyes wide with delight at being free. "Ahh little lady bird is freeeeee," she sang, so far she had made the most of her freedom, killing, maiming, stealing, everything that was needed for a good life.
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 15:23:29 GMT -5
Ano turned around when he heard singing and wonder where it was coming from. Noticing a woman he began to smile until he heard the lyrics and turned it into a confused look. He remained standing there, watching her, she was an odd one but it was entertaining to him.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 15:38:18 GMT -5
(Eris - coz I'm lazy and scared)
The alley it seemed had not been as empty as she had first thought. Those unnaturally large blue eyes settled on a man and she smiled, one of hunger that could never lose the tinge of blood lust. Halting her singing, she paused by his side and did a small courtsey, since she had been broken out from Azkaban it had become a common habbit of hers, she even allowed her victims. "Hello pumpkin," she hadn't meant it to become a variation on the wretched girl that they had mets, 'peanut,' and scolded herself at the similiarities.
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 15:44:06 GMT -5
"Hello miss," he said a bowed his head towards her. "What were yah just singin' ?" He asked her. He really didn't think of people as crazy or sane so her actions and words didn't bother him.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 15:47:58 GMT -5
"Miss? Well I guess I am," with no further ado she twirled extravagantly, ignoring the strange looks people gave her, no doubt people would begin to recognise her soon, but they would be too scared to turn her in, especially here were the Dark Arts ruled. "I was singing a little nursery ryhme I have become fond of since my new tastes of freedom," she said the words lovingly as she caressed him with her eyes. "You're a pretty one, a good fish."
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:03:24 GMT -5
"Freedom ay? Where were yah??" he asked hoping that maybe she'd have been in Azkaban or something and knew Cello. He looked down at her, "You're pretty good lookin' yourself sweet 'art," he said as he gave her a once over.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 16:11:45 GMT -5
Giggling slightly in that unnerving way of hers she met his eyes with her own strange ones and courtseyed slightly at the compliment, though didn't bother to answer, she knew there had always been something about her that made the males like her, maybe it was the crazed innocent expression that could switch to dark lust in a second. Giggling again she leant forward making a show of making sure no one could hear them. Putting a figner to her lips she began. "Shhh.. I've been in prison, I was a bad girl."
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:19:38 GMT -5
Ano looked at her, eyes wide, "You know Marcello? Where is he?" he asked quickly but quietly. He need to find him, bring him home, they were basically brothers and he didn't want him to get caught.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 16:27:09 GMT -5
A teasing expression tugged her lips as she looked at him, moving so they were no more than an inch apart. "What will you give me if I tell you?" The chances were the man was either following that little girl from Azkaban like a lost puppy, he had barely spoken at their last meeting and she was less than happy at his lack of attention he gave her.
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:34:38 GMT -5
Ano lowered his head towards her, his lips about centimeter from hers. "What would you want?" he asked in a whisper.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 16:37:09 GMT -5
Leaning her head back she looked up at him, her eyes half focused on his own and half focused on his lips, "I want to play," a smirk tugged her lips, people around them were muttering, half about the strange woman that had appeared and half about the fact that this was hardly proper behaviour in the streets.
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:46:47 GMT -5
"Then play we shall," he said slowly, his eyes stayed on hers. "What shall we play?" he asked, over pronounciating the word 'play'.
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Post by Gabriella Lestrange on Sept 3, 2007 16:51:36 GMT -5
Brushing her lips against his she smirked, placing a hand on his chest, she got the feeling this man was some kind of relative of Cello's, it seemed the looks ran in the family, it no longer mattered that he had abandoned her for that little brat... though something clicked at the thought and she knew the girl was the one she was supposed to be hunting. In normal people this would signal an immediate reaction, but she had no way of contacting Enyo so it would have to wait. "Lets play pony," she giggled slightly at the inuendo or one of them riding the other.
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Post by Fabiano 'Ano' Ventrella on Sept 3, 2007 16:59:40 GMT -5
Ano grinned at what she had said,"And how shall we go about playing that?" he asked. He quickly moved forward, his lips meeting hers roughly before pulling away and staring her down, waiting for her to make a move next.
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