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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 12:30:10 GMT -5
"Who was the wise fuck who decided to put a place like this in a school!?"
Sherlock shivered, trying to keep his mind off the cold. He knew it was going to be cold, but Icicles!?
Is it snowing!? What the-
His left sneaker snagged on a jagged sheet of ice hidden by the color of the ground causing him to stumble and fall. After a brief moment of lying in the ground, he pushed himself up and yelled, cursing the pass.
Sherlock wore a pair of black and white Converse Chucks, a pair of loose fitted blue jeans, a closed brown hooded sweater, his cloak over the sweater, a white t-shirt under the hoodie, a pair of gloves, and a scarf. A black and brown scarf.
Sherry's black guitar bag was covered in different places by ice, as was Sherlock himself.
"I'm really starting to hate this place..."
He lifted his eyes from the ground and saw the figure of a person standing nearby.
"Oh great. Someone to laugh at the 'American.' Lovely..."
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 12:36:10 GMT -5
Liz hugged her books closer to her chest and melted into the stony shadows. Great. Another moron fishing for chicks in the frozen hallway. The last one she met had very boldly offered to rape her, right there, right now. She doubted that this one would be any better.
She waited for a moment, and after he had so piously introduced himself as THE American, then she poked her nose from behind the corner and ventured, "and why would I grace your mortal presence with my attention, kind sir?"
The replica didn't sound sarcastic enough.
"Oh, and, please, don't knock off that fabulous ice statue to your left- it's worth more than you and your guitar put together," she added.
Then, hiding further into the shadows, she waited for a reply.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 12:43:26 GMT -5
Oh great. We're being insulted, mocked, and called worthless. All at the same time.
"Oh wow! That was so... So nice and heartfelt! Let me shed a tear for that one."
There are two things Sherlock absolutely hates. Being called mud-blood, and being cold.
"Let me clap for you too." Sherlock spat, clapping his freezing hands. "Oh. My. God. Can we get an encore please? I mean Re-he-heally!"
He shook his head and then turned his focus over to the statue.
"What the hell!? Is it a Gorgon!? A Golem? What is it?" He shook his head again, "Know what? I don't care. Music's more valuable to a frozen piece of junk any day!"
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 12:47:56 GMT -5
Liz stayed hidden in the shadows. Right. He seems nice, she thought, might as well give the poor mudblood a chance....
"Oh, you poor thing!" she mocked, "how /terrible/ this place is! Don't you think?"
She traced a smirk upon her pale lips and strode out into the light of the half-frozen lantern.
"Now, really- this really sucks, don't it? Yeah, it's a weird place, this pass- but it was only built so people could pick up fiancees... Didn't you know that?"
She strolled nonchalantly up to him and offered a hand, the smirk evaporating and her face hastily pulling into a serious expression, "lemme help you up. I won't drop you," she added with as honest a smile as she could yield, "I promise."
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 12:57:11 GMT -5
Sherlock pushed her hand away and hoisted himself back to his feet. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. The cold was effecting his vision because he could've sworn he was hallucinating. He could've sworn that he'd seen a devil in the disguise of a beautiful witch.
He lowered his hands. Shit. It was still there.
"A place to pick-up..." He shook his head. "What kinda idiot would use this place to do that!?"
He sighed again, watching the visible vapors leave his mouth.
"Know what? I think I'll use this place for that... Yeah..."
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 13:02:04 GMT -5
Liz rubbed her palm, watching the thin crust of ice melt away after the boy's touch. Oh great. Please, she thought, Liz, don't think of another metaphor for love on this one....
"What kind of idiot? Well, my brother, for instance, picked up his Fina bitch here. Literally picked up- she tripped on her ten-inch heel, I beleive, flashing her underwear, of course.
"Hey!" she continued, ignoring his last comment, "I think I know you! My bro told me about you- you guys had a short moment in the nightclub place, didn't you? He said you were as drunk as the leaning tower of Pisa!" she let out a girly gigglesnort.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 13:08:20 GMT -5
"Jon?"
He blinked.
"You're related to Jon!?"
A sarcastic smile found its home on his face. "Yeah, I was drunk, so what?" This was great, now he was going to get insulted by her too.
"Look, before you say anything, I am a Mud-Blood. Whoopdy-fuckin'-doo. I've heard it a million times before, I'll hear it a million more. Learn a new fuckin' insult." He walked past her, his eyes closed. He stopped behind her and opened his eyes.
"You're beautiful, by-the-way." With that he continued walking, not expecting her to follow.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 13:13:53 GMT -5
"You know, next time you decide to try to pick up a girl in the ice pass, you gotta be brave!" she called after him, feeling the icy ground shake under her feet, upset by the tone of her voice.
"Weeny little chickens like you don't ever get a good date if they don't speak up!" she bellowed, as she wasn't getting any reaction from the receding figure.
"And, Jon /hates/ mudbloods!" erupted her final cry, and a shower of stalactites broke away from the ceiling...
Goddamn it, Liz thought as a needle-sharp icicle aimed at her flesh, I'm gonna die a virgin. Shit.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 13:20:40 GMT -5
Sherlock turned on his heel and dove at Elizabeth, slamming his own head onto the ground as he did so. The stalactites shattered on the ground behind them.
Drip.
Sherlock laid still for a moment, his eyes locked on hers.
Drip.
A trail of blood ran down the side of his head starting just above his eyebrow. He was lightheaded and tired.
Drip.
Holy shit! Am I dying!? Fuck! I'm going to die a virgin!
Drip.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 13:27:57 GMT -5
Liz opened her eyes. The area around her was black and shiny, and smelled of frozen water.
Holy crap, It's cold in heaven! she thought.
A small drop of some metallic-tasting substance dripped into her mouth, and she noticed the near-dead weight of a living being on top of her.
Crap. What is that fuck doing on top of me? Is that God's answer to my last words?
She lifted her head and craned her neck, slowly easing her body out from under the other person's 'corpse'.
All around her, huge pieces of shattered ice lay on the snow. She was clearly still in the ice pass, she noticed. And the ice pass didn't look like heaven.
It moaned. She gasped. On its forehead gaped a huge bleeding cut, red substance pouring out of its scarlett depths onto the virgin snow.
She sighed and put the boy's head in her lap- as she had seen the heroines in the cheesy romance movies do- and mumbled melancholically,
"Lioano, eh?"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 13:35:33 GMT -5
Sherlock's body moved slightly.
Death sucks. I didn't even get to see my life flash before my eyes...
He made a groaning noise.
Wait. Dead people don't groan... I'm a zombie!? This blows!
Sherlock rolled himself over and stared up at the ceiling, seeing the blurry shape of someone standing.
"Am I... Dead?" He asked in a voice much raspier than usual. He shot up into a seated position and grabbed his head. "Ow..." His hand felt something wet causing him to pull it back.
Blood?
He remembered the stalactites.
"Girl Grant!" He called out trying to stand. The feat was too much for him at the moment. He then remembered that someone with him. He looked up and sure enough, it was Elizabeth.
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Post by elizabethgrant on Apr 15, 2007 13:40:19 GMT -5
"I suggest you lie still," she replied. "You might spill more blood than necessary if you fidget."
She took a handful full of snow, and spilled it onto the cut. Then, taking out a handkerchief out of the boy's pocket, she plucked that on as well and pressed the 'compress' down hard onto his forehead, hoping that it will somehow work.
"So, anyway, before we go our seperate ways, I'd like to say thank you for saving my life."
Gah. The guy's not gonna start name-calling you in his nasty position. Go for it.
"At least I didn't die a virgin," she gave him a flirty smile.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 15, 2007 13:44:58 GMT -5
Sherlock laughed but soon winced, grimacing in the pain.
"Yeah... That's good..." He smiled. "I might though..."
He laughed again and soon winced again. "My name's Sherlock... Been nice saving you..." He smiled and winced as she compressed the wound.
Screw it. You like her. Go for it.
"How about... How about thanking me by letting me take you out to dinner sometime?"
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