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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 19, 2006 2:22:44 GMT -5
What the hell was this place? The fact that the hall had been tightly locked all of about five seconds ago didn't register in Lareina's mind. It was as if she thought students should be in a place if the lock could be broken with a wand... Anyway, that was straying away from the previous question.
The Lioano took a couple of strides inside, hands on her hips She was currently dressed 'casually'; a dark green skirt that just about covered her, a matching green jacket, a tight black T-shirt under that, and a knee-high pair of black leather boots with high, thin heels. She turned slightly, her hair swinging behind her in shining curtains of the deepest brown, black, even, and pushed the door to, almost closing it. But not all the way; what if it were to shut her inside?
So, now to look around. There were boxes everywhere, some even piled up to great heights, as well as chairs stacked up and tables perched dangerously on top of each other. Lareina leaned against one stack of tables, still surveying the room. It was huge, way too huge be used for storing damn boxes. This place was big enough to shove almost every single person in the school into; imagine a party here!
Her train of thought crashed violently as the tables she were leaning on began to tip sideways. She tried to stop the lot from falling by flinging her arms around them, but only succeeded in almost tripping herself over as the tables crashed noisily to the floor. Lareina closed her eyes, waiting for the huge bangs to stop; but it wasn't the end.
"FUCK!"
When the tables fell, they hit a particularly tall stack of boxes, which wobbled back and forth, before tipping over completely, where they smashed to the floor, battered and bashed among several broken table legs. The boxes had sounded like they contained glass or metal; but at least it was quiet now.
Lareina glanced at the door, which was swaying to and fro in the breeze. Now she was in trouble.
{Bleh. If you don't like the thread, I'll make another.}
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 19, 2006 15:32:27 GMT -5
For the smallest of moments Sasha was quite convinced that the horrendous amount of crashing and certain smashing was either coming from inside his head, or from that bottle of Jack Daniel's he'd drank about an hour before. Blinking stickily, he turned his head in the direction he eventually worked out it was coming from. The Hall of Baille - but that was locked up and off limits, as far as he knew, so surely no-one would be in there...
But what if there were. What would he do? What could he do? Even with all the Dutch courage he had, he was still wary. There'd been nasty rumor spreading, oozing round. Nasty rumors of nasty people doing nasty things. Still, he couldn't help but be curious. He was, after all, only human - a young, healthy, good looking, strong human at that. Sasha snickered to himself.
He stood before the slowly swinging door, and stuck his hand out to steady it, before cautiously entering the hall. Even through his heavy grey velvet suit the hall felt chilled.
"Why, why, why. What have we got here!"
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 19, 2006 15:50:50 GMT -5
Crouching down - which was quite hard, considering what Lareina was wearing on her bottom half and what she was wearing on her feet - and taking her eyes from the door, Lareina searched through a particularly large, ripped box at her feet and discovered that it was full of large silver plates and the remains of what seemed to by crystal glasses.
She froze suddenly. Had she heard the door creak a little? Shaking her dark head, Lareina dismissed the thought, sifting through another box. She had been freaking out at every tiny noise for about five minutes now, and it had to be nothing. If it were a teacher or a student, after all, they would have made themselves know by now, surely. Why-
"Why, why, why. What have we got here!"
Shit. There it was. Lareina got up slowly, tugging down her skirt at the back. When she saw who it was, she sighed slightly in relief. This guy didn't look too bad. She was expecting to see The Potions Master or the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, which would have been bad. It wasn't as if they came across as horrid or anything; just gave off an impression that you shouldn't mess around with them. This guy looked awfully student-like; let's see him try and give her a detention.
Hands on her hips, Lareina asked, "What do you want?" Perhaps it wasn't exactly the best line to say to a teacher, but... well, at least it was straight-to-the-point.
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 20, 2006 15:11:09 GMT -5
"Being cheeky to a Prof - Oh my, that's another weeks detention right there, on top of the other two for breaking - quite literally - and entering an off limits area. Oh, and I love your...uh....boots." Sasha said with a sly little grin, trying his absolute hardest not to slur his words, or sway on the spot, though both tasks were proving curiously difficult. He had, of course, drank far too much that night. He still hadn't organized his classwork for the first lesson which was looming ever closer. He'd glanced over the sign up sheet earlier, and couldn't quite decide wither to be happy or not - happy to be teaching, and earning his keep, or not because that actually required effort.
Sasha, with some effort, returned his attention back to the pretty little thing with the attitude problem and the marvelously short skirt. He had absolutely no idea whatsoever who the hell she was, and by the way that she was talking, he wasn't sure if she knew who he was.
"I assume you know who I am, am I right? Professor di Angelico...and you are?" |
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 20, 2006 16:13:29 GMT -5
"Cheeky? I'm tellin' ya, if you think that's cheeky, you must not know me well... Tryin' to gimme that detention proves that." Lareina grinned, flipping her hair back with both eyebrows raised. "Anyhow, it was hardly friggin' breakin' and enterin' if the door wasn't properly locked, was it?" Somewhere in her twisted little brain this statement actually made some sense...
Smiling slightly at the comment about her boots, Lareina bent over once more, checking another broken box. What was this stuff used for? It was way better than the slightly shabby stuff used for the normal dinners... They weren't planning a party or ball or something, were they?
Rolling her eyes as he spoke again, she stood back up again. She replied when he had finished speaking, completely ignoring the stressed 'Professor' part of what he said. "di Angelico? Don' think so. Don't ring any bells... I work with first names, anyway." She shrugged and leaned against the wall closest to her; it was just about the only thing she couldn't accidentally break or smash.
"Me? Why, I'm Lareina Darcy. The one and only, of course..."
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 22, 2006 13:01:36 GMT -5
Does the letter 'g' not exist in this girl's vocabulary! Goodness gracious, it's been quite a while since I've heard such an assault on the English language...
Sasha merely smiled pleasantly, whilst waiting for Lareina to finish. She was right - he didn't know her at all. Oh, he'd more than likely seen her round the school, but in his present state, she was quite the perfect stranger.
"You're absolutely correct, Miss Darcy. I don't have a clue who you are. And just the fact that the door was locked in the first place surely should be some indication that you're not aloud to be in here!....On second thoughts...Perhaps Prof. Andrews would be better suited to dealing with the likes of you..." Again, Sasha smirked, before adding as a delicate after thought ,"God knows the old codger's grumpy enough."
He didn't particularly feel like telling her his first name. Even in his intoxicated state, he knew she'd probably laugh, even though the name was more than likely a male name before it was a female name. It means Alex, he thought happily, quite unaware that he was swaying uncertainly and alarmingly on the spot now that his concentration was slipping. Alex isn't a girl's name.... |
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 23, 2006 8:15:24 GMT -5
"Pfft." Lareina waved a hand. "Not allowed? Whatever... Bring Andrews on, sir. I can handle the dude. He can't put his hands on me, so the worst he can do is yell 'till his damn throat hurts." She nodded, flicking her hair back. She couldn't help but smile as di Angelico added the last comment.
"So... what's a teacher - one who clearly shouldn't drink in the middle of the day - doin' in here either, hmm?"
{This post is so lame.  }
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 23, 2006 8:28:32 GMT -5
"Oh, do they have a rule against corporal punishment here too? Mm, guess you'll just have to make do with a hoarse teacher and a barrel-full of bats to skin or something..." he said, trailing off. At her last question, Sasha frowned slightly, "Why, I came to see what all the smashing was in here, of course. To be honest, I was hoping for something exciting like Death Eaters, or a renegade troll or something, rather than a clumsy student with a bad attitude and wonderfully short skirt. Anyway, why were you lurking around in here in the first place??" |
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 23, 2006 8:38:39 GMT -5
"Ha, like I'd actually go to the detention... Merlin, if you were any slower you'd be goin' backwards, I swear..." Lareina rolled her eyes. "Hopin' for somethin' like that? Oh, I bet Adeline's well pleased she employed you." She glanced down at her skirt; it didn't seem that short, from where she was standing...
At his last question, she replied, "Curiosity a sin now, is it? I was just wonderin' why this place was locked all the time. No one else seemed to care. No one else even mentioned it before." Lareina briefly looked around the room once more. "Now I know why: it's just a simple, boring store room."
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 23, 2006 14:38:50 GMT -5
"Curiosity isn't a sin - but it did kill the cat..." Sasha said in a low voice, possibly hinting at danger, before something clicked and he added indignantly "And I'm not slow, I'm drunk and I don't know you - there is a difference. And isn't there just the teeniest, weeniest smudge of a possibility that this hall was locked because Mistress Darcy didn't want all her finest crystal smashed to pieces by a klutzy elephant like yourself, madam." |
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 23, 2006 14:50:41 GMT -5
"Good thing I ain't a cat then, isn't it?" It was really a question; and if it had intended to be, it was more to herself than Sasha. Feigning surprise, Lareina asked sarcastically, "Oh, there's a difference? I wouldn't think so, from what I've been seein' from you so far. Elephant? I beg your pardon, sir, but I doubt you'd compliment an elephant on her short skirt..."
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Sept 23, 2006 14:57:35 GMT -5
"Well, you've never met me when I'm sobre, so how can you claim something like that? You can't, that's how. And who said I was complimenting you. I do believe my exact words were 'a wonderfully short skirt'. I didn't mention anything about the owner - anything complimentary, anyway." Sasha said, in a rather matter of fact way. He was leaning against the door now with a cocky smile, and his arms folded easily across his chest. He was watching her with blue eyes that seemed quite calculating, like he was think, or planning something - but the mysterious guiese was foiled when he wobbled, and almost fell over. Laughing softly under his breath, he sorted himself, laning against the door once more. |
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Post by Lareina Darcy on Sept 23, 2006 15:07:06 GMT -5
"I believe I just did." Lareina said, scowling. "Well, then. I'll be sendin' it to you by owl, Professor di Angelico!" She didn't mention the wobbling, didn't look into those calculating blue eyes... She didn't do anything apart from walk to the door - which he was currently leaning on - and attempt to leave the noise, the mess and the insults behind her so she could go and find one of her sisters.
But then he was there. Now she met his eyes and muttered, "Move."
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