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| Andy Grant | Jul 13 2010, 05:40 AM Post #61 |
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Watching her get up slowly, Andy relished it with hunger, this was so much beter than killing someone. She would rather sit there and inflict as much pain on them until they died before she just killed them. Really, who could blame her for going off the deep end? With her and Ryou divorcing, and then being stuck in that hellish camp for 3 days, she was looking for anyone or anything to take out her aggression. When she got the letter on Julianna's whereabouts, there was no way she couldn't take the offer. Whoever did the planning, knew she wanted more than anything else was for Julianna to disappear. "Oh believe me, you're not quick enough to stop me my dear mutt.. are you in heat yet, ready to mate with the next thing that walks by with 4 legs? Or do you take pleasure in taking away from a different species. Your kind should stick to themselves and throw yourselves off cliffs." She suggested in a mock kind tone. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 13 2010, 05:48 AM Post #62 |
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Juls didn't seem to get any reaction from basically anything she had said, and it was fine with her. She just patted her face dry with her sleeve, rubbing salty tears and soapy water off all the same. The way Andy was staring at her was, of course, making her uncomfortable. It was with such clear wanting that Juls just dropped her eyes, resigned to the fact that she wasn't really going to get a straight answer. Sure, Andy said that she was going to erase Juls from the memories of the people she surrounded herself with. But how the hell was she supposed to do that? There was no way. Just, no logical way, and she was beginning to think that the other woman had just completely gone off the deep end. "No, I'm not in heat yet, and throwing ourselves off cliffs wouldn't do much but anger our wolves. We're usually more resilient than that. Unless we landed a certain way..." The words were flat, pointless. This wasn't the conversation she wanted to be having, receiving insults like she breathed in air. "And as you so nicely put it, I'm only 'mating' with one person - and the last time I checked, he only had two legs. These jabs are getting old, Andy. Where are we?" |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 15 2010, 04:18 AM Post #63 |
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Andy snorted in laughter, the stupid mutt was looking for straight answers, but like Andy was going to give herself away to a person of a lesser specie. Andy watched her carefully, only looking back to check the boys were not watching and she grabbed a few of the soapy plates and threw them at Juls before dropping a few more on the floor. "Oops, sorry, slipped. Now, do your job and clean these up... also learn your place in this world. It goes my kind, half-bloods, mudbloods, then your filth along with the leeches." She hissed before going to check on the girls. Once she was satisfied with Holly and Olivia sleeping she turned back and lowered her voice. "Je suis ne te disant pas ce qu'est notre endroit." She said simply. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 15 2010, 05:52 AM Post #64 |
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The laughter wasn't helping. It wasn't like she hadn't expected it; like Andy would tell her where she was so that she could find a way to get home. It was just that, to add insult to injury, above everything else she was starting to feel frustrated. To add one more emotion on top of everything else was dangerous. Still, Juls knew she had no choice but to deal with it; there was some charm that kept her from leaving the premises, something she'd tried as soon as she was able to walk and realized what Andy was doing. Unless she somehow broke the charm, they were found, or Andy let it down...she was stuck. And the form of being caged didn't do so well with her. It was always there in the front of her mind, ready to take over the second she lost the tight control she always exerted over any part of herself. The thrown plates she just had time to throw her arms up, avoiding being hit on the face as them, and the next round all ended up on the floor, broken. The lesson on where she stood in Andy's mind was unnecessary; from the way she was being treated, she knew she was supposedly lower than low. Yet, Andy just walked out of the room for whatever reason, back only a few minutes later. It almost shocked her to hear the French, but it seemed all the crueler. Did Andy know she was able to understand that? Or perhaps, was it a clue to where they were? Or...Juls was just honestly far too tired to think of it, and so instead, matching her choice of language to answer, "Just let me go. Someone had to have recognized me, and Llian's not going to think I just walked out on him or Taylor. He'll know I'm missing, not run away." |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 15 2010, 01:49 PM Post #65 |
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Watching the girl get more tense was fun. If she acted against her, Andy would do what she had to to put her back in her place, even if it involved a few Unforgivables. She paced around the kitchen, finally picking up her boys' clothes that they were so desperate to get out of as there was no way she would let filth touch the clothes that her children wore, nor was she to touch them. It was so much easier with the French because it didn't let the boys in on any happenings if they were listening in. "Do you not think I am capable of making sure he doesn't find your body again?" She asked politely in French again. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 18 2010, 09:17 PM Post #66 |
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It was interesting to watch Andy pick up the clothes that her boys had shed on their way into the house, but Juls was sure it was some kind of mislead pureblood thing. She was allowed to make their food and clean up after them, but there were really odd things - like the clothes - that she wasn't allowed to. Not that she minded; she didn't want to be there, helping out Andy. Forced, to be helping out Andy. But when Andy asked her question, Juls couldn't help it. She sat, tears overflowing from her eyes as she laughed. "Do you think that matters?" Her voice cracked as she shook her head, "It doesn't matter if he doesn't find my body. You know you can't just make me disappear and have them ignore it. Have him, ignore it. You are burning bridges. You're isolating yourself. And look, Andy...I wasn't ever the one to get in between you. You did it yourself. You put this wall there that didn't exist because I would have never asked him not to see you or talked to you. I would never have maliciously filled up his day during times I knew you wanted to see him. And you're just too bloody jealous to see that." She took a few more minutes, fingers twisting around the sides of her hurt as she held herself, but finally finished, "And if you think this is going to break me? If you think throwing me around and ordering me about is going to break me? You have... no idea, what I have dealt with in my lifetime. It won't happen." |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 18 2010, 10:18 PM Post #67 |
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Andy started to shake in rage, how dare the stupid mutt analyze her, she had no idea what or who she was talking about. She felt the tears well up in her eyes but she wouldn't let them shed, not in front of an inferior. The girls would be okay sleeping in their room on the main level, and she was going to get the boys into bed now. She didn't bother to take her eyes away from Julianna as she walked to the pantry and pulled out a large bottle of wine. Tucking it under her arm, she finally was ready to leave the room. "Clean this up, and I don't care what happened to you before, I will put you through Hell until I am good and ready to let you go." She hissed and left the room, cracking open the bottle as she went. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 19 2010, 02:57 PM Post #68 |
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Juls could tell that the words she was saying was affecting Andy, but instead of actually listening to them, the other woman was getting defensive and hiding behind anger. Instead of cursing her or creating more of a mess with a temper tantrum like previously, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and left the room, repeating the order to clean up...with a threat. Juls knew she shouldn't challenge the other woman. She knew it wouldn't do her any good to vocally express the fact that Juls didn't believe Andy could be any worse to her than Jimmy was. At the same time though, saying it out loud helped her believe it. She did end up cleaning up the water puddles on the floor and picking up the broken dishes, but when she went outside it was the trees that caught her attention, not the toys spread all over the place. There was no wand for her to send a patronus, no owl to send for help freeing her. She had nothing at all but herself and the clothes she had on at the time. It wasn't the first time she had been like that either...but before, she hadn't been stuck in captivity, and her wolf was going crazy from the limitations. Go here, do this, clean that...it was a ~censored~ing modern day Cinderella. The moon was slowly rising into the sky, so Juls sat down in the grass, her back against one of the trees the kids continually tried to climb, and watched it. At least in her light there was some kind of comfort. At least, until she thought about what Andy would probably end up doing on full moon. That made her nervous; but instead of focusing on the future, she thought about the present, wondering how her son was...and what Andy had done to make it seem like she was gone for good. |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 22 2010, 04:19 AM Post #69 |
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Andy came back to the summer house after giving the kids to her brothers. In the girls' blankets was a letter for Bassy, but she didn't tell Carter it was there, he'd find it soon enough. As soon as she crossed the threshold, tears started to flow in her eyes. She had no idea if she would see her kids again without iron bars between them and that was what hurt the most. Blinded by her tears, Andy went to the pantry to grab her favourite pick-me-up and went outside. She found her's and Bassy's tree and despite the swing now attached as Bassy's gift to her, she climbled up to her usual branch and cracked open the bottle. She would stay there and wait as long as she had to. Soon he would come. She baited him, she knew Sebastien would know by now what she did and curiosity would only hold out so long. She planned to sit out her as long as it took for him to find her. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 24 2010, 03:06 AM Post #70 |
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When Andy had come back without the kids one day, the dread in Juls' stomach grew. There were several reasons that Andy could have passed them off. Maybe, since she thought Andy was divorced, it was the husband's turn to take care of them for the weekend. Or perhaps Andy didn't want them around her, especially after the hugs that they gave her. Yet, she coudln't help but feel it was for an entirely different reason, one that wasn't going to work out very well for her. Juls was very, very aware it was full moon. Her entire body was supercharged with the fact, anxiety growing the later and later it got in the day. Andy rarely came into the house anymore, just for bed and more things to drink, and Juls was...well..she was afraid to talk about it. She knew Andy hated wolves with a burning passion, part of the reason why she was even in that house at that point in time, and she hardly expected the other woman to understand. However, as the sun started to set in the sky, there was no way Juls couldn't go out and talk to her. If she didn't, bad things were going to happen. So she finished all the chores Andy had left her, and hesitantly stepped outside, hurrying down the way to the tree that Andy spent nearly all her time in. For a few minutes she stood underneath that tree, clasping her trembling hands before her as she eventually just stated quietly, "It's full moon." It took her another minute, and then finally she just sighed, accepted whatever would befall her, and spoke, "I don't have my wolfsbane with me; when I change tonight I'm not going to have any mind whatsoever, and it'll all be her. My wolf. And that'd be really, really dangerous to you because wolves don't take so well to captivity and since you're the only living person around us you'd be the first person she would go after and I really just, really don't want something like that to happen. I have to have my wolfsbane. I..." She bit her lip, knowing her voice was growing tight with the panick she'd been feeling all day, "Please." |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 24 2010, 03:21 AM Post #71 |
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Andromeda sat in the tree day in and day out, she knew that there was trouble ahead, she watched the moon phases. If anything, Andy was not a stupid woman. Sure, kidnapping Julianna was a spur of the moment thing, but once Andy came down off the adrenaline and the panic about what she did, set in, Andy consulted star charts to time things right. To keep Julianna here while she was a werewolf was too dangerous for both of them, so Andy knew that tonight, she had to take her back. When Julianna came back outside, Andy looked down at her, tears coming from her eyes. "I know, I am taking you back now. Llian will already hate me enough, I can't push him any further right now." She said as she corked her wine and attempted to climb out of the tree, missing the last branch and falling no more than five feet to the ground. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 24 2010, 03:32 AM Post #72 |
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It didn't surprise Juls all that much when she saw the bottle Andy was holding. There had to be a dozen of them from the last week alone laying around somewhere, some empty, some still unopened. More empty though. What did surprise her was the tears. She opened her mouth to say something, and closed it again, knowing that whatever it was she was gut-reacting to say, it wouldn't help. It wasn't like Andy would take any kind of support, advice, or comfort from her. Even just a simple 'what's wrong' when so, so many things were would have only set Andy off about it seemed too much to venture. So she didn't say anything at all. It was probably better that way, because Andy's next words were ones that shocked her straight to her bones. "You..." Her eyes were wide, voice astounded as she momentarily forgot why she came out there at all. "You're taking me back?" Of course, the comment about Llian hating her simply was brushed off because...Juls didn't really actually believe in hating people and she knew how much the two of them meant to each other. She had no idea how this all was going to work. And pushing him further...well, because she lost control... The thought made her sick. She barely reacted as Andy fell from the tree, though she had automatically moved just a little, like she was about to try to help, catch her or pick her up, either way. Back. Home. |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 24 2010, 03:48 AM Post #73 |
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Limping slightly, Andy started to lead Juls to the front gate, where she would let down the ward on Julianna an take her back, hopefully getting both of them there in one piece. Where ever there was. "Sebastien will be here any day now, he can't find you, that will be worse than anything else. He will turn me in because stupid Abi always tells him what to do and she would looooooooooove to see me in jail, but I can't go. I sent my children home to protect them from me, to keep them from seeing me get in trouble. I wouldn't be able to live if they hated me." She choked out as Julianna was following her, she had no intention of actually confiding in the other woman, it was just that the alcohol had loosened her lips. "Since my girls were born, I've been living like this..." She finally said, letting someone know that there was something wrong. Falling silent until they reached the gate, Andy waved her wand, taking the ward off, the one that would allow Julianna to leave. |
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| Julianna Eppes | Jul 24 2010, 03:59 AM Post #74 |
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Andy had started to walk away, leading somewhere, but Juls stayed where she was for a moment. there was just this...huge, amount of emotion that was swelling up inside of her and she was trying to squash it down. She just didn't believe it. There was no way that Andy was just...just going to let her go. There was no way that she was going to, after all this hard work and how long it had been, just let her skip on home. But there was no way that Juls couldn't take the chance that Andy was. Maybe it was a drunk mistake. Maybe she would regret it later. But if she was actually letting Juls go, then hell if Juls wasn't going to take the opportunity and go home. So she turned and hurried stiffly after Andy, unused to moving all that fast lately. There was no silence as they walked; instead, Andy was rambling, almost confiding in Juls what was going on, what she was feeling. Juls wasn't exactly sure how to take that, eyes nervously flicking around her for some kind of trap or ditch or something, but eventually she just ended up looking at the back of her kidnapper. "They..." She wet her lips, "I'm sure your children wouldn't hate you. They very clearly love you and that's...it's unconditional." At least that she could understand, having her own son. There was just that automatic bond and Juls really didn't think there was anything that could break it if it was returned. Still, her voice was tentative, and she asked, "But what if...what if there's some alternative to jail? Maybe they can help you?" People who felt like they had no more options in the world often did desperate things, and Juls didn't want to be a victim of that. "There's no one you can go to for help? This...Sebastien?" She didn't know who that was, and when Andy waved her hand at the gate, Juls took an anxious glance up at the sky, and then strode quickly to it to open it. There had to be some kind of catch, or something, so maybe if she just got out fast enough she wouldn't have that...? |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 24 2010, 04:15 AM Post #75 |
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Andy grabbed Julianna by the arm and pulled her through the gate, showing that there were no wards left on her. "Alfie wouldn't, he's known no other family, but Max would. Even if they didn't hate me now, they would when they found out what i've done in my life. And Sebastien has been like a brother to me, but he's going to have been asked by Lynx and Abi to find me. He doesn't care about me anymore, I have no place in anyone's life." She said, choking back a sob. With that, Andy held onto Julianna's arm and concentrated on Knockturn Alley, the last place in London, she hoped, anyone would look for her. Andy ran as quickly as she could up to the house and locked the doors as she ran into the room she had been staying in. With a wave of her wand, Andy transfigured her purse to make it roomier and shoved whatever clothes she brought into it along with some bottles while she was at it. Coming back down the stairs she waited outside for Sebastien. If she was quick enough, she'd fall right through the cracks. So as a premature toast to herself, she pulled the only opened bottle from her bag and took a long gulp of the ruby liquid. Edited by Andy Grant, Jul 24 2010, 06:15 AM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Jul 25 2010, 11:24 PM Post #76 |
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His fingers were closed over empty air. Grasping into nothing, Kevin was now dead positive he'd been a millisecond away from grabbing Andromeda's wrist when a baying began behind him with guttural snarls alerting him to the presence of a werewolf. Auror instincts kicked in, immediately his wand was raised, when a tiger leaped forward and the two animals met in the air. As claws entangled, Kevin slid against the wall back out of the alley when they disappeared. He had to figure that was Juls; she was a werewolf, and it couldn't be a coincidence that a tiger had just appeared. It had to have been Andromeda. His eyes had not been playing tricks on him. Letting out his own guttural moan of frustration, Kevin's hands planted on his cheeks, stretching skin back as his eyes screwed up. His heart was pounding against his chest; coming that close to embattled tigers and wolves kicked in adrenaline, as did the fact that his cousin had just been right in front of him...and vanished. Andromeda wasn't only his cousin; he'd grown up with her as a sister. Yet seeing her taunting him like that, knowing everything that she had just done, his breath had been snatched away. This was something he could do. This was something he could try to fix; something he could make better. Andy needed help. He could try and give that to her, alongside justice for the ones she had killed. He would neither just throw her in jail, nor let it go ignored. She needed help, and justice needed to be achieved. He spent a full four minutes thinking about where she might have went; where she could follow. Then he thought about the letter he'd received through her brothers, stiffened, and disapparated. He reappeared outside his old summer house with the tree in the distant background, swallowing hard and climbing the steps while taking as calming breaths as he could. "'Dromeda!" He yelled out, his hand on his wand, but holding it near his side. "Come on!" He yelled it out, entering the main room and suddenly coming to a halt as he saw her. She was drinking, tilting a ruby liquid down her throat and he swallowed harder once more. Hand still gripping his wand hanging by his side, he said in a far softer voice, "Dromeda. I want to help." It was cautious, as he made a few quick decisions internally. "What can I do to help?" |
![]() for those days we've felt like a somehow; we keep marching on // there's so many wars we fight, there's so many thing's were not... but with what we have; I promise you that we're marching on {there's not a flag that I'd wave...} | |
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| Andy Grant | Jul 26 2010, 02:14 AM Post #77 |
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She waited, she waited like the predator she felt like she had become. Where did she go wrong, she remembered thinking as a child that she wouldn't have been a Death Eater or a murderer, yet she had become both. She knew that if it was Sebastien, he would find her quickly. She wanted him to see her before she left. Next she would head to the coast where they spent most of one summer together. They went there not long after her mother died and that was the first time she truly felt happy since before Hogwarts. Andromeda's only hope was that maybe the salty air would clear her head and she would realize what was going on. At this very moment, she only thought of this as a game, not someone trying to apprehend her for doing something wrong. When Bassy came into the room, she smiled softly at her little cousin, and stepped forward slowly, always staying out of arm's reach. "Noo need for that here... Bastien... No lying, You don't want to help." She slurred before taking another swig. "Later" She said disapparating away before he could grab for her. |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Jul 26 2010, 04:10 AM Post #78 |
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"Yes, I do-" Kevin's words were actually firmly genuine, despite his caution and worry. She was drunk. The fact that his heart was already twisted in knots over everything that was going in his life at once, he swallowed taking a step forward to try and grab her wrist. And met the empty air. Again. They were embarking upon a game of catch-me-if-you-can, were they? Kevin winced as he looked around the room, thinking he had absolutely no idea where to look for her next, let alone how he might be able to talk sense into her if she just kept vanishing. He'd really prefer not to resort to his wand; he believed he could bring her in without that, and that it would be twenty thousand times worse if he did take his wand out. Besides, Kevin was already on edge and he knew his spells tended to be...explosive, when he was this stressed. As he spun around, a sickening jolt in his stomach alerting him to the fact that this house bore signs that it had been lived in recently...and most likely was where Andy had been keeping Juls. Praying internally that Juls really had gotten home all right--he suddenly paused as he caught sight of a picture on the mantle. It was one of him and Dromeda, splashing happily in the surf, taken off the coast where they had gone following her mother's death, and his father's. In the picture, the little 'Dromy was waving at him with a smirk, right out of the frame, goading the picture-Kevin, who seemed to understand only a moment later. And he disapparated. |
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