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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 8:30:28 GMT -5
Zack sat comfortably on a sofa in the commonroom. He had his muggle sprialed notebook and a pencil. He was opened to a new page, letting his mind wonder over the new ideas forming. He humored himself for an instant about writing a story on Bob. With a laugh he began an epic journey back in time to where vampirism was fully expected. Within an hour he had written over 20 pages about Gidlac, his newest character, the blood thristy beast. Zack jumped slightly, being so focused on his story, when the common room entrance was opened.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 8:51:37 GMT -5
Ian shut the door behind him with no restraint, making the shelves on the same wall tremble slightly. His expression was dark, his eyes in turmoil; he sat down in a chair and put his messenger bag at his feet, rifling through it to pull out a sketch . . . well, more than that, really, of a dark-haired girl and began pulling long, thin shreds of it off and stacking them on the arm of the chair. The fire wasn't lit because the weather was too warm, but Ian eyed the empty hearth as though he were tempted to change that.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 11:06:18 GMT -5
Zack eyed Ian curiously, watching with half amusement. Ian really was a character. Speaking of characters, Zack glanced down at his notebook with a sigh. He would have to finish it another time. He had been quiet while Ian went about, unaware of his presence. When he was sober, it was easy for Zack to get lost even in an empty room. He cleared his throat and smirked at Ian. "Going well with that Killy of yours?"
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 11:11:26 GMT -5
"Fuck you. Haven't seen Scarlet hanging about in your presence," Ian retorted bitterly, increasing his mound of shredded paper by a few more bitter strands. He flicked his eyes to Zack, a sudden flash of resentment pushing the green ahead of the blue.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 11:14:39 GMT -5
The comment had stung Zack, but he made no show of it, only a smile. "Not a half bad drawing." Zack said, tilting his head to the side to get a clear look of what was left of the drawing.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 11:22:28 GMT -5
"Hard to say that," Ian disagreed, "when the artist was found unworthy." He nodded slightly to himself, a smile spreading across his face that belied the pain in his eyes.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 11:25:39 GMT -5
Zack frowned slightly. "Unworthy? Who says?" His head tilted the other way, this time in true confusion
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 11:32:55 GMT -5
"Apparently the subject." Ian would have thought that obvious from his dark mood and his acidic destructiveness.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 11:34:14 GMT -5
Zack turned his head upward and glared at Ian sarcasm for a moment. "You need acholol." He teased before opening his book again, and re-reading what he had written.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 11:46:39 GMT -5
"I need Killy. I just don't understand why I-" There was that awkwardness again, and his finished quietly, "Somehow thought I didn't."
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 11:49:05 GMT -5
Zack glanced up, eyebrows raised, catching the break in Ian's voice. "I cant help you if u dont completely tell me everything."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 12:04:59 GMT -5
Ian laughed genuinely at the absurdity that he would recount what had happened that evening. "Oh, yeah, right! I wouldn't tell a goddamned soul about that! Are you kidding? Believe me, the whole thing was deeply . . .er . . .unsettling."
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 12:14:07 GMT -5
Zack narrowed his eyes but laughed lightly cracking a joke. "Couldnt get it up?" Hoping to make Ian laugh. A real laugh. not the strange one he had just let escape his mouth.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 30, 2007 12:19:07 GMT -5
Ian tore off an unexpectedly large chunk of paper, the ripping sound audible as his tensed hands jerked. After the briefest of moments spent double-shredding that chunk, Ian said in a voice like glass,"Don't be silly." He didn't laugh at all.
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Mar 30, 2007 12:20:46 GMT -5
Zack pouted. "Whatever then." He returned to his notebook once more.
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