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Rebel Without a Cause; for Chloe <333
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Topic Started: Dec 3 2010, 11:42 PM (107 Views)
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Astoria Hendrix
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Dec 3 2010, 11:42 PM
Post #1
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Sixth Year
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- 11
- Group:
- Lion
- Member
- #131
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- 4 November 2010
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Stori had never really been one to follow the rules. Maybe it was because she was raised by self-professed hippies, or maybe it was because of a general out-of-the-box thinking that she had been born with, one that didn't like imposed restrictions. Whatever the reason was, Stori just didn't like being told what to do; in fact, most times she would go out of her way to defy rules and orders, just to prove that she couldn't be restrained. Most times she got her point across. People generally understood that Stori only did thing when she wanted to, not when she was told to. But she was pretty good about it. She usually wanted to go to class, because she understood that if she wanted to get anywhere in life she had to have a good education. She usually studied and did her homework for the same reason, though there were times when she let herself slack a little in favor of things she deemed more entertaining. She would, for instance, rather go out to a party than pull an all-nighter for a test the next day. Who wouldn't? Stori reasoned that it was healthier to let loose once in a while and have some fun, instead of becoming these obsessive (usually Ravenclaw) overachiever types that did nothing but dedicate themselves to their work. Besides, that just sounded extremely boring. In all honesty, Stori would much rather have a wasted youth than a wise and productive old age. Life was much more meaningful when one lived in the moment.
But at the same time, thinking this was a little hypocritical. After all, nowadays Stori spent most of her time dwelling on the past or trying to escape from it. She saw her frequent drug and alcohol use as another way of "living in the moment", but it was really her way of dealing with problems she wasn't ready to deal with yet. Or just refused to deal with yet. Still, she was not aware of this, and her subconscious was patient. It let her go about her life, waiting for the day she would realize how truly miserable she was, and why, and how she could fix it - by letting go. But in the meanwhile, Stori used. And used. And used. Her tendency to ignore the rules as well as societal standards left her guiltless in her actions. She just wanted to feel...well...something. She at least realized that the attack on Hogwarts and the events that followed thereafter had left her rather numb. Granted, now and then a spark could be lit sober, but she felt most deeply when she was inebriated. And Stori missed feeling. Anything, really. That was why, now, though it was after hours, she was wandering the basement corridors, well the hell away from her dormitory, stoned as fuck. She had hotboxed herself with the Bubblehead Charm in her dormitory, which she actually thought was a pretty brilliant idea, and only released the smoke when she left the Southern Tower. She didn't want the strong scent of smoke lingering around her roommates; that was just plain rude.
Now she felt lightheaded and generally pleasant; the air around her seemed to buzz with some sort of magical energy. Her senses seemed enhanced, and Stori took notice of things that hadn't really occurred to her before. Like how, beneath bare feet, the stone floors of the dungeons were so cold that they seemed wet. Or maybe they really were wet - one could never really tell with dungeons, as they tended to be on the damper side. How beautifully the fire in the torches that lined the walls danced. Stori didn't think she would be able to appreciate the same way sober. She didn't understand people that were so opposed to the use of mind-altering substances, she really didn't. Even though she used them now to escape her life, she had begun to use them for the experience, because they expanded her mind, made her look at things in an entirely different way. People who refused to do that - or refused to acknowledge that drugs did that - were just ignorant. In Stori's opinion anyway. She never judged someone for it, though, she simply pitied them for what she knew they were missing. Like the way the soft sound of her bare feet on stone seemed to echo, linger for several minutes before finally dissipating. Though it wasn't before long that Stori also detected a second set of footsteps, and realized that she wasn't alone down here. Rather than fear being caught down in the dungeons after hours - high, no less - she accepted the fact peacefully, and made her way towards the sound, determined to face whoever it was and have that be the end of it.
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Chloe Marx
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Dec 4 2010, 12:22 PM
Post #2
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Sixth Year
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- Badger Prefect
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- #117
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Chloe sighed heavily as she made her rounds through the empty corridors of the academy - Prefect duty seemed to be more of an inconvenience that it had been last term. But then, perhaps some of her dislike of the task stemmed from her past few encounters with Zachary Ellington. She shuddered at the thought of their last meeting, how she had disarmed him and threatened him with a months worth of detention. She could remember his lips on hers, the carelessness he had exuded as he had levitated her above him, spinning her in nauseating circles. She hated that she had used magic against him - hated that she had had to show any aggression, but at the same time, she hated the way he had kissed her even more. Chloe had been avoiding him, avoided the topic around Richard. In fact, she could feel herself withdrawing a bit from everyone. It had taken a few days to realize that she was slowly slipping back to how she used to be - her camera making its way out of her closet. Taking pictures was always a relaxing activity for her, but years ago, it had been her way of hiding. Chloe refused to go back to that. She had come so far thanks to her friends, and she wasn't turning back now. But despite that, she still wasn't one to actively go looking for confrontation - she never would be. And Zachary seemed to drip with conflict. So as she slid through the corridors, she decided to avoid the towers and head to the dungeons; the odds of finding him down there were much lower.
Her eyes scanned the long stone walls, the dim torches casting shadows across the area as she made her way into the silence. Almost silence. Chloe frowned at the faintest sound coming from ahead of her. She paused, ears straining to hear the quiet noise that she could only presume were footsteps. She slid forward again, freezing at the sight of another figure approaching her. Chloe didn't waste time, wand raised immediately. The faint flicker of torchlight was enough to illuminate the face and her eyes narrowed in dim recognition. Astoria Hendrix. A Lion. Chloe watched her curiously for a moment, nose wrinkling a bit as a sickly sweet smell reached her senses. "It's past curfew," she said dimly, wand falling back to herside. Chloe took a step forward, the scent growing a bit stronger as she moved closer to the girl. She stared at Stori, noting the almost glazed look in her eyes and her brow furrowed in confusion. Was she - was she high? Chloe tilted her head at the other girl, not bothering to keep the disbelief from her words. "Have you been...Are you...?" She couldn't actually finish her questions, though she figured Stori could figure it out. Chloe shook her head and sighed heavily. "You really need to get back to the your Common Room," she said easily. The firmness in her voice was lacking, but she knew from experience that she could change that if the Lion didn't cooperate. But there was nothing wrong with giving the girl a second chance, right?
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