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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 15, 2017 0:12:24 GMT -5
{ dementors on the train could be interesting }
{ Rhyne would be mildly annoyed xD }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 10:18:38 GMT -5
[ oh oh OH. I have finished Ryland. Bless. ]
Ravenclaw
Ryland Pruitt | 17 | 7th | half-blood | bisexual
A rather haughty young man who is definitely one of two peas in a pod. Initially quiet, he adapts himself to skillfully fit the mold of social groups. Ryland is thoughtful, calculative, and cunning. When he’s not helping the theater club Ryland is usually found studying charms and defense against the dark arts—usually while Hawthorne is painting or brewing potions like a thorn on a rose he’s attached. His free speech and penchant to argue often acquires him trouble in school.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 11:55:22 GMT -5
{ nice! i'll go add him and give you a run-down of what's going on so you can decide where to throw him in beau is off alone in his own compartment, being angsty over his dad klaudie and rhyne are having a tense conversation jane and jasadja are talking about pets and hawthorne tried to sell len some potions because he successfully distracted her aaaand i think that's about it?
i like the idea of the dementors on the train and it'd fun to spice things up, but not shake everyone up to badly }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 12:05:37 GMT -5
[ neato. okay...can someone explain roleplay profiles to me? because i see them on this and i'm super confused and super old. ya'll whippersnappers with your roleplay profiles and gadgets. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 12:13:49 GMT -5
{ it's pretty simple sort of so! first you go to your profile, and you know how you've got all those tabs? the those that say following, friends, trophies, and stuff? well, there should be one that says 'roleplay profiles' click that and then when you scroll down there will three buttons that say 'new', 'save', and 'delete' you have click on 'new' or it won't do anything so you click new, then you fill in the fields and then click save and bam! you're done! any questions? }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 12:19:41 GMT -5
[ ....nope seems easy. i'll probably make one for Ryland so then ya'll can see his wonderful face! ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 12:24:53 GMT -5
{ i bet his face is beautiful 10/10 }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 12:29:06 GMT -5
[ so either he can go bug beau [frickin love beau] or he can find hawthorne. or he can be looking for hawthorne and find beau. decisions. decisions. ]
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 12:39:43 GMT -5
{ it's up to you it might be fun if he found beau while looking for hawthorne tho! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 15, 2017 13:49:20 GMT -5
{ hey }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 15:16:51 GMT -5
Where to start?
It was a nice day. A normal day, sun shining. A train, leading to a world of magic, plunging through the countryside, barreling at top speeds. And another young student, practically an adult in his world, with a penchant for learning and the Hogwarts house to prove it. He peeked into another compartment. It wasn’t as though he was particular who he sat near. It was a fact that he had someone who he wanted to sit next to.
Quite a lot of the back compartments on the Hogwarts Express were taken up, Ryland noticed with a sinking feeling as he filed past each one eyeing their occupants, without Hawthorne in any of them. Students who knew each other talking animatedly, and other students just meeting for the first time striking up hopeful friendships. Something that Ryland was never opposed to, but simply never attached quite as well to anyone except Hawthorne.
She was nowhere in sight.
He had been running late (new Muggle dad’s first year of ‘having to take my teenage step-son to catch the train to wizard school’ and his last, thankfully, as Ryland is the only wizard child) to King’s Cross. Barely making it onto the platform before the scarlet train left, Ryland had simply said a hasty “Good-bye, see you for the holidays David!” and hopped onto the train without so much as looking back.
Still, he mused, he should send David a “Best Muggle Dad” mug, if there are such a thing.
A little further down the train there was another compartment. It looked as though the student did not wish to have company. As Ryland looked in it, Beauregard Abernathy read the newspaper quietly and alone; Hawthorne had mentioned “brooding away from others” was his natural state when they occasionally passed him in the halls. Ryland always was interested in how Hawthorne knew so much about others and yet spent so little time away from him.
Ryland dragged the door open and pulled in the rather heavy luggage he had been hauling behind him. “You wouldn’t happen to mind if I sit here for a bit?” He started, not really waiting for an answer before plopping down. His own dark chocolate gaze noting the large bold-printed words on the newspaper, before casually looking out towards the rural countryside.
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 15:18:58 GMT -5
[ i did stuff! woot! ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 15, 2017 15:26:41 GMT -5
hi! Okay so considering that the Kraken is still unclaimed thus far I think I'll go ahead and go with that instead of the Sphinx Also sorry I haven't been on, I've had work all weekend and when I haven't been at work I've been doing schoolwork Also x2 hon I totally feel you when it comes to that annotated bibliography, I hate them with a passion))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 15:44:35 GMT -5
{ RYLAND! i'll get a reply done for children soon <3
alright! i'll claim that for you, aviva~ and yeah i finished my last annotation today but i haaaaaaaate it }
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 16:22:55 GMT -5
The Hogwarts Express groaned, shuddered, and lurched forward. The chug of wheels rumbled beneath Beau’s feet and a steam whistle blew a pitched note into the bright September morning. Dark eyes remained glued to the paper. There was nothing on the platform for him to see, no one was waving goodbye. They didn’t need to. A parent of ink and treason was joining him on his yearly trip to Hogwarts.
The train picked up speed, soaring out of Kings Cross. Red and gray gave way to blue and green as the tracks wound into the countryside. Beau laid the paper across his lap, sinking comfortably into the silence of the compartment. Just him. Only him.
And then the door opened.
Beau bristled inwardly as Ryland Pruitt sauntered in and made himself at home. It was a rare sight to see the Ravenclaw boy without that little weasel he called a girlfriend. What was her name? It was some kind of plant right? Or a tree? He didn’t care enough to dig through his memory for more than a millisecond. If he didn’t know it by now then it wasn’t important.
He noticed his gaze fall briefly to the newspaper. The bristles spiked, sharpened into spears. He snapped the paper shut, folding dear old dad’s face in half, and shoved it aside. It was a rare sight to see: defensive Beauregard Abernathy. It wasn’t like hundreds of identical Daily Prophets weren’t already circuiting through the wizarding world for all to see. What difference did hiding one make?
All the difference, that’s what.
“As a matter of fact, I do mind,” Beau kept his voice level, but his eyes were broadcasting speeches of GET OUT. “Don’t you have somewhere else you can sit? A girlfriend you can squeeze in next to? Cherry or Leaf or whatever her name is.”
Beau sank back into his seat, gaze shifting toward the window to watch the countryside roll past in the shape of broad hills and ribbon rivers. All the while, he oozed irritation. The feat of escaping his brothers crushed by the presence of Ryland or Roiland or whatever his name was.
Oh, who was he fooling. Of course he knew Ryland’s name! Let’s not pretend Beau didn’t have a crush on him back in second year. But that was five years, two subsequent crushes, and one incarcerated father in the past. All Ryland was now was a thorn in Beau’s side. One that he had every intention of tossing out the window should the opportunity present itself.
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 15, 2017 16:50:02 GMT -5
Well that's good! I still have to finish my written proposal for English, rip If I get it done I'll try to get up a form and starter tonight))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 17:40:48 GMT -5
{ well, when you're finished aviva you can toss sunny or skylar in with anyone you want there are currently four pairs of characters chatting jane & jasadja, beau & ryland, klaudie & rhyne, allen & hawthorne take your pick!
me too glow! it's gonna be so much fun >w< on that note when would everyone be cool with starting that? i know everyone's pretty business and i want everyone to have at least some interaction before we dive in sooo maybe tuesday? or monday night? }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 17:45:51 GMT -5
[ i'm pretty chill with either of those. ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Oct 15, 2017 18:10:20 GMT -5
( idc )
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 18:28:48 GMT -5
“Ouji-sama?” Hawthorne intoned, rolling the word around in her head. “I’ve never heard a cat with a name like that before? What is it?” It sounded foreign, but in a pretty way. Like the moniker of royalty or a mythical hero. Undoubtedly an odd name, but who was she to judge with a name like Hawthorne. A direct result of faeries. Her parents━ specifically her mother ━were fervently superstitious. To be precise, her mother was petrified of the Fair Folk.
Her superstitious nature had been handed down to her by her mother and by her mother before her. Upon meeting her father, it became cemented borderline obsession━ thanks to his birthright as a wizard and subsequent affiliation with magic. All attempts by her father to convince Isolde Woods that faeries weren’t like muggle folklore made them out to be fell flat. So, Isolde named her daughter ‘hawthorne’ with the hope that the name would keep the Fair Folk from stealing her infant daughter away to the Otherworld.
Growing up, Hawthorne’s name had been a thing of shame. A burden that chased away any potential playmates. Some of the nicer children would simply cease to play with her at the behest of their clucking muggle parents.
“Oh,” they would say, watching a younger Hawthorne with pitying stares, “the poor dear. Her parents aren’t quite right. She’ll be an odd one, just like them.” Then they’d tsk and shake their heads and lead their children away by their pudgy little hands.
The crueler children took Hawthorne’s pariahdom as a mission, an opportunity to do as they pleased without consequence. Until the biggest of those bullies walked away with a bloody nose. The teasing stopped, but the timid invitations to play dried up as well.
Nowadays, Hawthorne was fond of her name. There were no more bullies full of spite and ridicule. No more muggle children to politely leave her behind or muggle parents to buzz like flies nearby, just loud enough for her to overhear. So when Allen gave his name, Hawthorne replied━ with some small sense of pride ━“I’m Hawthorne Woods. Information, huh? What exactly do you mean?”
Was this guy some kind of information broker? In a school as big as Hogwarts it wasn’t unlikely. But what was there to know? The most interesting people were already well-known enough. Anyone average or duller went unnoticed. Looking at him now, Hawthorne didn’t peg Allen as the sneaky type. Observant, perhaps. Maybe quiet. But not sneaky or crafty.
Regardless, he’d managed to pique her interest (a pretty easy task, actually). She leaned in, tenting her fingers as though this promised to be an intriguing exchange.
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 18:30:22 GMT -5
{ i'll wait for some more opinions but i'm leaning toward monday night }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 15, 2017 19:40:03 GMT -5
The Kraken
Skylar Brennan | 17 | 7th | Pureblood | Bisexual Somehow she manages to be simultaneously a spoiled elitist brat and a rebel child. Rude, tactless and generally unpleasant to be around, though she'll claim she has a good heart. She's smart, and isn't about to let you forget how much better she is than you, though you can count on the fact that she's going to stand up and fight for what she believes in. A save
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Post by servalstrike on Oct 15, 2017 19:43:27 GMT -5
(I'm good with monday night!)
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 20:13:57 GMT -5
{ alright i think everyone's good with monday so we'll go with that! i might be meeting with my group for a project tomorrow so i don't know what time i'll be getting home }
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Post by Salted Squid on Oct 15, 2017 20:31:58 GMT -5
Oh, don't you just love group projects?))
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Post by 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 on Oct 15, 2017 21:00:40 GMT -5
{ you know it! i emailed my group to confirm that we're meeting tomorrow and so far i only have one response out of four people! }
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Post by shades on Oct 15, 2017 23:41:31 GMT -5
[ my group project is research and i hate my life because i have to actually test human people (not like major hardcore testing, just like eyetracking and asking questions testing) and it eats my time. literally.
anyways, this ryland reply is the reason why i love characters so much ]
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Post by shades on Oct 16, 2017 0:38:02 GMT -5
Willy Shakes is a genius with words!
but Ryland Pruitt's favorite quote is Hamlet Act III, Scene III, Line 87 :
"No" Whenever Hawthorne’s gone, Ryland tends to gravitate in a direction of mindless encounters and once in awhile bluntness towards others. Ryland did not deserve this level of aggression. Everyone forgot he was a human-being with feelings. It was like once he started dating Hawthorne everyone immediately assumed he was a lost puppy who couldn’t tie his own shoelaces. It was insulting. He had been a human-being since he was born, thank you very much.Yes, technically he knew Beauregard Abernathy did not like people and was “anti-social mcmoody”; and Ryland just straight up plopped himself into his compartment talking to the young man like they were friends. Yes, technically he was intruding and fully intent on hoping for some form of outburst about his father—Absolon Abernathy—escaping Azkaban. Not that he expected Beau to know anything.Ryland did not think there was need for an intervention, but apparently his word vomittm had other ideas. “Well, thanks for being mindful of me. But I think you need to tone down the salt and talk about your A-plus Daddy Issues.”He probably could of worded that in a more sensitive way.Hawthorne would be shaking her head at him right about now.He has to stop himself from formulating questions that would probably offend Beau. It’s one of those moments where Ryland’s had enough experiences in the past dealing with Hawthorne to know not to push Beau about something he didn’t want to talk about. “Sorry.” He blurts again, slouching slightly in his seat. His face read neutral, but Ryland’s thoughts screamed like a mariachi band: that he needs to shut up and walk away from this situation before someone ended up hexed in the hallway.
It would probably be him.
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