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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 19:19:42 GMT -5
Ian had gotten bored with the Wolfsbane common room; energetic and adventurous, he'd set out along the beach. At some point he'd either have to turn around or head towards the center of the isle; for now; he just followed the curve of the beach as it altered orientation towards the sun. He'd begun to go northwards along the western edge of Knockwood Isle; the Owlery and Otter Delivery was now visible and growing larger, which meant he was nearly halfway to Kinrick's beaches. That would be a good place to head for the castle and possibly see who was about the public lounges before Wolfsbane got interesting again . . . or Kinrick's louder elements threw their nightly bash. Zack had been raving about them; Ian had stuck to Wolfsbane bonfires after the intensity of the first night and that Kinrick party. He wondered what sort of silencing Charms the quiet Kinrick's had to cast constantly when these parties occured.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 19:27:11 GMT -5
Jean lie on his back in the sand watching the sun. He wore a green zippered sweater and fitted jeans which were dusted with the sand he lay in. Yawning as he watched the sky he looked back, tilting his head as to see things upside down, and saw someone approaching. Without taking much notice of it he looked forward once more glancing at the buildings wondering what plans had been made for the ever approaching night.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 19:45:26 GMT -5
Ian noticed a boy laying in the sand; his clothes were dulled with the sand and not the faltering light; here on the westward side of the isle the sun yielded its hold late but there was still new shadow popping out everywhere. He stared at the green-garbed boy for a moment, debating whether to step around him or over him or say hello . . . he wondered what he was doing out here, not that it was any of Ian's business, but he gradually fixated on the idea as curiousity overpowered him and he stood there watching the boy thoughtfully until he said quietly, "Sorry-uh-hi there . . ."
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 19:54:07 GMT -5
Jean looked up again, propping himself up on his elbows now and staring at the boy who'd come up next to him. He hadn't expect anyone to be around. "Hi there." He repeated using one hand to half salute, before returning it to its post as a support. He started back not exactly knowing what he should say, outgoing as he was it was on odd situation, a stranger standing over him on the beach, and he wasn't the least prepared for it. "Names Jean." He added after a moment of silence trying to move the conversation somewhere.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 20:12:07 GMT -5
"Ian," he responded, and invited himself to sit down a few feet away, looking anywhere but right at Jean; he took stock of the surroundings more than the company. "Waiting for the sun to set? I've heard it does every evening . . ." he said, and smiled quickly at Jean so he would know it was odd flippancy and not just weirdness. "Sometimes the stars even come out," he added, continuing with his meaningless idea. He felt like talking, probably why he'd said anything to this stranger at all, but had nothing to say.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 20:25:28 GMT -5
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You don't say..." He replied with a small smirk. He looked over at Ian not really knowing what to say, quite unprepared for company. "I wasn't really waiting for it." He added reflecting on it, "Its best not be be in there," He looked to the Kinrick building, "...when they're planning, incriminates you." He smiled and pushed hes arms out from behind him laying on his back again, his arms straight out on each side (forming a T with his body). He bent one knee, loosing his sandal in the process but not noticing. He slipped his wand from his back pocket using his right had and moved it about his fingers. It was a dark cherry color, simple in its make almost modern in that simplicity. It was well kept and appeared to have been recently cleaned. He muttered something and in a moment a small book came floating along from jetty up the coast. Jean tucked it in his other back pocket, returning his wand to its former position and looking back at Ian. "Though I might've lost it." He added as if he'd asked what had just happened.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 20:35:45 GMT -5
Ian glanced over to the building. "Well, it's just fine to be in there when the plans come to fruition . . assuming your intent is to lose your eardrums and your liquor in the same night." He grinned a little. "Wolfsbane bonfires are far more mellow and just as illegal . . . and practically spring from the sands with no planning at all." He folded his fingers together and clicked his thumbnails against each other. "Been to one of those yet?"
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 20:41:04 GMT -5
"Can't say I have." He affirmed, "You don't like things loud then?" He asked him wondering if there was a distaste in the comment. Jean himself found the parties quite the contrast to what he'd had at home and enjoyed them mostly for that reason. They were after all quite a good time.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 20:49:18 GMT -5
"Nope!" Ian confirmed in a volume that directly countered his assertion. "Can't hear myself think, can't hear anyone talk . . ." In truth, it was more that others couldn't hear him talk; he had a desperate craving to be known and understood. And attention was nice as well; at a Kinrick party you had to sell your dignity for any sort of notice.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 21:06:25 GMT -5
"Well, the point of those parties isn't really talking..." He said trying to rationalize the parties which he found quite enjoyable. He wondered exactly why Ian didn't like the parties, he figured it was obvious that talking wasn't really what you did at them. At least it seemed obvious to him. A thought peaked in his mind and he considered it only for a second before brushing it off. "Talking is only interesting for so long anyway..." He added.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 21:21:43 GMT -5
"But I like to talk. It's interesting," Ian insisted, feeling a little uncomfortable at the perceived criticism. "I can drink and talk and laugh all at once . . . at least I can at the bonfires . . . I like being outside, I don't like the crowds at the Kinrick parties . . . it always ends the same for me . . . drinking to much and bemoaning my solitude right before stumbling back to Wolfsbane-or someplace gravity stops me on the way . . ." His chest moved in a stifled laugh as a bitter thought of Killy crossed through his mind. "I resent losing control." Which was the ultimate point of the oblivion a Kinrick party brought upon its participants. At least in his eyes.
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 21:30:29 GMT -5
"You get used it it..." He said coldly his voice loosing its life. "Not being in control... being..." He cut himself off and quickly tried to restore the less heavy atmosphere. "I'll have to try a bon fire sometime then, I feel like dancing though... do they dance at these bon fires?" He asked as though the concept was foreign.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 21:54:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, rather randomly," Ian said with a chuckle, drawing spirals in the sand with his wand, his knees drawn up and looking at the ground. "You say dance at a bonfire and I think of the old witches. You know, Beltane rituals and the like . . ."
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Post by boingpop on Mar 28, 2007 22:00:30 GMT -5
Jean nodded, the image didn't really interest him and he was becoming a little restless there. He wanted something interesting to happen and nothing really seemed to be coming his way, in which case he'd of preferred to return to his quiet nothing, the loud nothing was far less enjoyable. "It still seems like my party is a better time." He added off hand as a wave suddenly managed to touch his toe. He glanced over himself at it, suddenly aware of the impending lack of dry he slipped the once dislocated sandal back on his foot and stood. Brushing himself off as he did, spending considerable time on his pants legs which seemed to be covered in sand. Annoyed at his lack of progress he slid out his wand and tapped his jeans. The sand fell immediately, and uniformly, off his person.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 28, 2007 22:09:02 GMT -5
"How can you know that if you've never been to a Wolfsbane bonfire?" Ian snapped, glaring at him. He truly believed Wolfsbanes were best at everything, and parties were no exception. He stopped dragging the tip of his wand through the sand and involuntarily tightened his grip on it. "Your parties are trite and stupid. Nothing but neverending kegs of alcohol . . . so much of it Muggle liquor anyway . . . cheap shit . . .what's the fucking point of a Kinrick bash? They're so fucking shallow . . ." He sneered a little and scoffed, shaking his head as he looked from Jean in the direction of the Kinrick dorm and back again. "Yeah, you enjoy your sordid good time . . . I'll stick to friends with better qualifications than how many Dragonsbreaths they can down in five minutes."
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