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Post by Jacq Mahoney on Aug 23, 2009 12:54:04 GMT -5
  Why is this school full of such idiots?
Walking through the forbidden forest, Jacq Mahoney scowled. He had just left the Dissemblance common room, having yelled at some first years for spilling a potion that ate a hole in the floor. It was ridiculous how stupid some people were. But that, on top of the bad day he had had, led Jacq to sneaking out of the school, going into the forest to blow off some steam. The wind started then, ruffling his dark brown hair and dark blue eyes glanced around him. Though being in the forest at night calmed him, he would much rather talk to his sister, Ashlyn, but he hadn't been able to get a hold of her that night. He wondered what she was doing that she wouldn't answer him, but he didn't want to seem like the overbearing older brother by going and looking for her. It was wierd though. She alwasy answered when he called.
Almost subconsciously he pulled a small round mirror out of his jeans pocket and looked over the frosty glass, seeing nothing but swirling gray smoke. "Ashlyn?" He asked softly, watching the glass. Still nothing. She was still not there. He shook his head, pocketing the mirror.
As he walked, his thoughts drifted back to the time when he had created the mirrors, back when it was still being decided where they would live. It had been a particularly dark night, that night, and Ashlyn was curled up next to him in his bed, her smaller frame pressed up against his, trembling from fright. Thunderstorms of any kind always scared Ashlyn and she had always run to Jacq for comfort. So naturally he held her, one hand absently stroking her hair and the other creating funny shadows with his wand. "Feel better now?" He asked her after she started to giggle. She nodded, but then her smile slipped away, one of her small hands clutching at his night shirt. "Jacq, don't leave me. I can't live without you, now that mom and dad are gone.'
A few fat tears escaped the corner of her eyes, exactly like his own and Jacq could feel his heart breaking. No 11 year old should ever go through what she was going through. He sat up some, glancing around and flicked his wand, muttering a spell. In front of them, two small circles appeared, forming into two small mirrors. He grabbed them and handed one to Ashlyn, explaining. "Ok Ashlyn, I made these just for us. I have been thinking about it for awhile now and decided it was best. We can talk to each other through these. Just say my name, and it will let me know you need me. Where ever and when ever you need me, I will always be there...I won't ever leave. I promise." Identical eyes stared back at each other and finally Ashlyn nodded, the mirror clutched tighter in her hand.
The memory faded as Jacq climbed over a fallen tree trunk. Ever since that night, Jacq had protected Ashlyn in any way he could, wither she liked it or not. Just thinking about that night made him angry and he punched the tree he happened to be standing next to.
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tag:: Laken
notes:: I'm so excited about this thread! XD
music:: I will not bow > Breaking Benjamin |
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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 23, 2009 13:11:37 GMT -5
laken frost !!
Today wasn’t exactly the best day in the world for Laken. It didn’t help when an owl flew into his dorm window and landed on his lap. He knew that owl and really hated the thing. This was his family owl, Laken hated his family. His mom chose to run off to help dragons instead of her son and his father was just a horrible person that Laken never wanted to see again. Laken’s mother was in denial about his father, thought he was totally innocent, Laken thought his mother was an idiot.
Of course the letter was from his mother; his father wasn’t allowed to send owls. All that the letter was about was how “she missed him” and how “she couldn’t stand not hearing from his father.” ”Dumb bitch,” Laken mumbled and crumbled the paper after reading it and shoved it in his back pocket. How could she even think of him? Laken thought his father was a complete and total ass hole.
Anyone in their right mind would know that Laken’s father, Chance, was a horrible despicable man that deserved to be locked away. Chance was a murderer simple as that. Charity, Laken’s mother, was in denial. She thought that he was innocent and Laken thought she was an idiot. Ever since the night that the Auroras came and took Laken’s father away Laken has been on his own. Who needed family when all they did was disappoint?
Deciding he needed some air Laken walked out of the Academy and strolled to the forest. Nobody ever went in there and Laken needed some alone time to let of some steam. One thing was for sure was that Laken had a temper and this stupid letter filled with idiocies had just made Laken’s extremely unbalanced temperament go over the edge. As he walked threw the forest Laken took deep calming breathes but seriously who said that breathing ever helped?
Once Laken was deeper into the forest he was almost at his usual level of anger. Well that was until he heard a loud noise which startled him into saying, ”Holy shit!” Walking a little farther Laken discovered another student, that honestly Laken didn’t know. Laken knew nobody and even if anyone wanted to be friends with the son of a murderer its not like he would remember them. He had a horrible memory. ”What the hell man?” Laken grumbled as he glared at the guy with his reddish colored eyes and ran his hand threw his dark wild hair.
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Post by Jacq Mahoney on Aug 23, 2009 17:06:32 GMT -5
The pain in his hand didn't even register in his brain, he was so caught up in his memories. So caught up that he didn't hear the other person approach until they spoke, in a rather annoyed tone. ”What the hell man?” Jacq's head snapped up, his eyes searching the forest around him. Across the small clearing he stood in was what looked like another student, who was currently glaring at him. Jacq was about to snap something at the kid, when he got a good look at his face. It floored him and for an instant he was 16 again, and back in Ireland.
It was dark in the alley, no light seeming to penetrate the shadows. 16 year old Jacq Mahoney stood at one end, his eyes cold and hard as ice, narrowed at the older man standing at the other end. His heart was pounding wildly in his ears, but he remained calm, only one purpose in is mind at that moment. Revenge. He had finally found him. The bastard that had killed his parents and ruined his sister's life.
His wand was clutched tightly in his hand, his knuckles white with how tight he was holding it. He didn't move, planning what he needed to do next. It had been easy to get the man here, Jacq just sent him a note saying he needed to talk to him and signed it by his wife. And the man had come, stupid fool. It had been almost a year since his parents were killed and yet the Ministry of Magic had found nothing on the killer, had even tried. Even though Shelia and Micheal Mahoney were two of the greatest witch and wizards in the whole wizarding community. A question forced it way to the front of him mind. So how had they been killed by this waste of a human? He didn't bother to think on it as the man -Chance Frost, he learned- strode foreword.
"Charity? Are you there?" Jacq just shook his head and walked foreword, raising his wand as he did. He made sure that Chance saw him before he did anything. "What the--? Who the hell are you kid?" Jacq replied, but not to answer his question. Crucio! He said in a whispered hiss, even with the softness of his voice, the spell was ten times as powerful. Frost collapsed to the ground, withering in pain. Jacq cast a silencing spell on him, so his screams could not be heard and then a spell that muffled the sound around them, so he could speak without being heard. Jacq stood over him, his anger roaring in his ears. He spoke in a soft whisper, keeping his wand trained on Frost. Do you know who I am? Do I look familiar?" He took off the spell for a moment, allowing Frost to fully look at him. Jacq watched Frost's eyes widen, saw the recognition in them. Crucio! His parents' killer withered again.
"You killed my parents, you bastard!" He shouted, his eerie calm breaking. I have a baby sister! Did you know that?! She's only 11 and you killed her parents! Did you know that you ruined our lives?! Why? Why?!?" He face was growing redder, tears filling his eyes. Crucio, crucio, crucio! Over and over he cast the curse, knowing it would not be even enough if he killed the monster. He kicked Frost in the stomach over and over, and as he raised his wand the killing curse falling from his lips, there was a shout from one end of the alley. Jacq stopped breathing, his wand raised high. He looked from Frost, bleeding and broken on the ground and back to the person running to them and decided that it wasn't worth the risk. He had Ashlyn to think about.
In the present, Jacq stared at the kid in front of him, the rage from that night slowly boiling up inside of him. He took a step foreword, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "You! Who the hell are you?!" His hand clenched into a fist at his side and his eyes narrowed, the dark blue color going nearly black with anger.
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tag:: Laken
notes:: I love the angst! XD
music:: I will not bow > Breaking Benjamin |
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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 24, 2009 15:47:32 GMT -5
laken frost !!
Now Laken had a temper. There was no doubt in the world if Laken had gotten besides his striking resemblance to his father it was his temper. Maybe it was a Frost family trait, but Laken doubted it because his little brother didn’t have such a temper, actually Laken’s brother was rarely noticeable in Laken’s mind. So maybe it was just the fact that Laken was too much like his father, no matter how much he hated it.
However the look that the guy was giving Laken surely would match up to Laken’s anger on a bad day and that was saying something. Surely Laken’s usual temper was a normal person’s worst mood, but Laken never really classified himself as a normal person and no one else did either. Especially the people that knew his dad and what he did, people that knew that information definitely didn’t think he was normal, they generally thought he was like the devil’s offspring.
Anyway the guy was pissed. Laken for one did not take anger directed at him well. Sure he was totally fine being the one issuing the anger but the one receiving it, no way in hell. Besides Laken didn’t even know why the guy was mad at him. Its not like Laken remembers doing anything to the guy. Well Laken doesn’t really remember all the fights and hexes he has cast or the people that were on the receiving end. So it wasn’t saying much if Laken didn’t remember.
”I’m Laken,” Laken growled, taking a step forward like the angry guy did. Like said, Laken doesn’t take being on the receiving end of anger well. Glaring at the guy with his demonic reddish eyes Laken clenched his wand at his side, still glaring at the guy. ”Laken Frost,” Laken growled once more for clarification.
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Post by Jacq Mahoney on Aug 25, 2009 17:42:58 GMT -5
"Laken. Laken Frost."
His words echoed in the stillness, the weight they bore seeming to fall even more heavily. Jacq could feel the blood in his veins run cold, the white hot fury racing through him and pushing out all rational thought. Before him stood what would be the son of the man who murdered his parents, the offspring of that monster. If he hadn't been here himself, he would have never believed it, never would have thought that this kid would be standing before him. The fact that he was only Frost's son didn't even register in his brain, all he heard was the word Frost.
He slipped his wand from his pocket, watching as the other boy gripped his own. "Frost? ....your father is Chance Frost?" He asked in a eerily calm voice. Like that night only a year ago. He watched to see how the other boy would react, his grip on his wand loosening, ready for anything. But the image of Ashlyn's face flashed through his mind and he knew he had to play this carefully, for her sake, but he couldn't promise anything with the rage racing through him.
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tag:: Laken
notes:: this one is short sorry. but the next one should be better :3
music:: in a red dress and alone > Evan Blues |
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Post by Laken Frost on Aug 27, 2009 18:57:05 GMT -5
laken frost !!
Okay so the angry dude that punched the tree was kind of getting on Laken’s nerves. The way that the guy was looking at Laken was just getting annoying. If Laken didn’t like to be talked about, it also kind of meant that he didn’t like to be stared at. Clenching his wand harder Laken waited for the guy to say something before hexing him.
However Laken was taken off guard as to what the guy said. Sure people whispered behind his back about his father but no one had ever come right up to him and asked him if his father was truly the infamous Chance Frost, crazed wizard murderer. So Laken wasn’t too sure how to react to that, was he to hex him? Or should he just be calm? Too bad Laken was never one for the calm approach.
”Yes,” Laken said harshly, hating to admit that he was related to such a horrible man. Yes Laken had a temper himself but he didn’t like being compared to the murderous man of a father. Would you want to be compared to a murderer, not likely. ”Why the fuck do you care? Laken growled at him clenching his wand harder, if even possible, ready for whatever might come his way.
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