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[09 Mar 2008|08:50pm] |
OOC;
Name; Claire
Age; 16
Aim; hellomrdeath
Email; cranegurl1399@yahoo.com
Time Zone; EST
Allowed; NO DEATH PLZ
IC
Name; Westly Ward Nott
Age; 19
Gender; Male
Birthday; October 6th
Sexuality; Bisexual
Bloodline; Pureblood
Appearance; (Please make this at least 200 words, and refrain from using too much flowery language.)
PB; Louis Prades
Personality; (Please make this at least 2-5 paragraphs. We like detail, explain how they’d respond to a stressful situation, their views on life, ect. This way we know that your have a hold on your character)
History; (Please make this 5-6 paragraphs explaining their early childhood, and then their first years at Hogwarts. This requirement should not be hard to make)
Samples;
RP Journal;
I've found that despite all my best efforts to enjoy going to Herbology, the class is still just as tedious and useless as it was last week. I dislike people that rant and complain in these sort of things, these journals, but then again, it's sort of useful isn't it? I'm sure there are people that skip right over entries like these, and believe me, I'd be doing the same thing if I weren't the one writing it. No matter, I can write what I want, even if that includes bashing the class where all we do is study plants, and what kind of leaves they carry. I don't think that I could find a more useless class in all of Hogwarts. Muggle Studies, maybe Actually, I take that back, but all I know is that I will not be studying horticulture past school, in fact, I'm almost sure that I won't be going anywhere near a forest any time near my graduation. Still, it is apparently a requirement for the profession that I wish to follow, so I'll have to get over it and just do it. Although I am practically counting down the days until next year when all my other courses are weighed much more heavily.
Third Person Entry;
Westly had never been good with facing his emotions. He never acted like this, he never let down his wall, never let anyone see him so vulnerable. It scared him and he wanted to turn away, to just leave Sage’s room and make everything easier. Nothing was easy now, not this confrontation, not what would happen if he ignored it all, nothing would be simple for him. He had had his share of relationships before this, but this just seemed to much riskier, the both of them were so alike and yet completely different in some regards, Westly didn’t know if they could make it work. He missed Sage, though, he truly did, and he knew that if he didn’t try to win the other man back, then he would never forgive himself. He was smart enough to know that Sage deserved the truth and that he owed it to himself to finally admit everything he had been feeling.
Westly nodded, finding it still a bit strange how much things had changed between them. Just two weeks ago they had been talking normally, and even though Sage knew that he was the one sending the owls, Westly hadn’t, and everything had been fine then. Westly then began to remember all the times he ditched Sage for someone else, for Sky or for Patrick, and he found that he couldn’t imagine what that had done. He had been so inconsiderate, but really, he couldn’t have known. He had been infatuated with his secret admirer, and the fact that it was Sage had not been realised until last week. Even then, though, Westly had said so many things that he regretted, so many words had caused Sage pain and all Westly had cared about was his appearance and his reputation. He was an arse, and the way Sage was responding to him now was almost deserved.
The more he continued, the more he saw appear in Sage’s eyes; the pain and the hurt that shone through made Westly ache, ache because of how hard this was. There was a pregnant silence after he finished and his fingers began to idly play with the ends of his jacket, trying to find something to take away from all of his nerves. When Sage finally did talk, Westly bowed his head, knowing that his response had been inevitable. Eyes flickering back up, Westly bit his bottom lip as his body hunched, as if he was trying to shrink to the floor. He was terrible with this, and it hurt that Sage didn’t trust him. Westly wasn’t sure when the other started liking him, but he could only imagine how much pain he had caused and it made him sick to his stomach.
Brow furrowing, Westly stared at Sage, his gaze flickering to each one of Sage’s eyes. He was left silent, feeling like what they could’ve had was so far away from their fingertips, moving further each passing moment. “I know this is my fault,” he said, and he slowly took a step forward, leaving only a small amount of space between them. He didn’t want to push Sage away even more, but he had to make sure that he tried to do everything he could. “I know I’ve used all my chances… I… still can’t stop myself.” He said, reaching out and gently holding onto Sage’s face with his hands. He moved closer and closer until his breath ghosted over Sage’s mouth, their lips just barely brushing. His whole body shivered with warmth as he closed the distance, kissing him so passionately yet so softly, nothing more than just their lips pressed together. He breathed harshly through his nose, his hands lowering to hold onto the sides of Sage’s neck. Slowly he pulled back, still so close to Sage that it hurt to look in the boy’s eyes, but it didn’t stop him. “If you want me to I’ll leave I will, I just… I don’t know…,” he whispered, slowly letting his hands fall from Sage’s neck, hanging limply in the small space between them.
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