FREAK [on a] LEASH -open-

[Sophie Christine Evans]

I'm just so fucking depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
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The grass was unusually cool, comfortable even as I tucked one leg underneath me and sank to the ground, my bag falling beside me with a concerning crunching noise that I chose to ignore for the moment. The soft breeze rippling off the water at the bottom of the hill pushed back my hair, the straight, dark layers falling into my eyes, not that I really cared. They always did that, no matter what I did, so I let them win that battle. The wind seemed to be on my side though, and after a cool second it fell back and I was able to toss my hair over my shoulder with a practiced flick of my head that sent it in a rippling wave down my back. The idiot guys at the beach loved that, a thought that brought something of a smirk to my face. The people I met on vacation meant nothing once it was over, but the beach was always better than here. I didn’t have to hide anything there, well except for the magic thing, but that wasn’t as hard to hide as one might expect. That was something that I could easily forget about, but here, I couldn’t forget about anything that had happened and how my life had been dragged to an abrupt halt by this place; Hogwarts. Some people saw the school as a blessing, a place to finally figure out who they were. I knew who I was, now this was getting in the way and trying to change that.

I flinched at the sound of movement behind me, and my fourteen inch ebony wand was quickly in hand. I don’t know why I immediately turned to that wand for aid, and I gave it a look of veiled disgust. But the sound was followed by the apologetic meow of a pitifully small, silver tabby. Her steel gaze was a perfect match to my own, and I picked up my cat and put her on my lap with a half sigh. At the moment, Vultus was my only companion here that I could talk to. {{Look at all the pretty boys}} I crooned into her ear, eying a ground of older boys outside the castle disdainfully, [{{the pathetically pretty boys…}}. My cat squirmed and bit my hand as I accidentally poked her instead of petting her, too lost in my thoughts to notice. The sharp bite brought me back to the present long enough to curse loudly and wipe off blood from the teeth marks on the back of my hand. I soon lapsed into thought again, as I was so apt to do. Boys were all the same. The thought hurt.

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I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
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[/color] rapsheet under her belt and hood, SOPHIE’S[/color] finally taken over the stage, as she blows around SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE[/color] words from her mouth, though SOMEONE[/color] might just be able to take over the stage from her though NOBODY ELSE[/color] will be able to without BOTH[/color] their say.
well, I don't have a nifty table such think like the other people but oh well xD Also the post makes a vague reference back to her history, if it's confusing to anyone, check out her history I guess.[/sub]

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[Callum Bryce Rockland]

[bg=4c5564][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500, true] //////Today, I decided to practice riding my broom for the upcoming Quidditch. I sat on my broom, pulling it up a little so it lifted me into the air. I rode around the pitch a few times, but being alone, I found it boring. It's like like I had Veronica here to cheer all this up. I looked into the stands, but this far away, if someone were there, I wouldn't notice them. I pulled my hair back (though it's too short to in danger my sight) and flew around the goals with lightning speed. I always felt free in the air--able to do what I wish. Sometimes, I wish I could fall off the broom and fly without it. Don't ask me how--I'm still working on that spell. I coughed, hovering a kilometer over the ground. I looked around, taking in the school grounds. I could see the Loch lake, Hogwarts, and the Whomping Willow. Here's a funny story! On my first year, I had gone up to the Whomping Willow to read a book, but, instead, I got a whipping. It hurt like hell, let me tell you. //////Suddenly, my broom jerked to the side. Caught off guard, I almost fell. I held onto the broom, feeling a rush of adrenaline pump through my veins. My muscles were tensed for it to jerk again, but it didn't. After a few minutes, I released my grip, but once I did, it jerked forward--but it didn't stop. It flew without my consent, almost kicking me off again. I yelped, grabbing the broom as it made its way across the school grounds. I knew I'd be in trouble, but this is hardly my fault! My broom was hexed! By whom, I couldn't tell you. I headed straight for the lake and my eyes widened. There's no way I'm going for a dip in the lake! I was pretty close to the ground, but going at this speed, it would kill me. Plus, I'd be subconscious about falling over the cliff. Get over yourself, Bryce! I closed my eyes and held my breath, leaning to the side. I felt the wonderful millisecond of being in the air. I was just floating there, feeling absolutely free, nothing holding me back, but then the ground hit me. More like: I hit the ground. //////"Argh!" I yelled as I rolled on the cliff, the momentum not stopping. Finally, I stopped when I ran into something quite squishy. I rolled the other way, onto my back. I put my hands over my eyes, groaning. I'm sure I looked like a wreck--I took quite the beating. Ah-hah. Bad joke. I'm a beater and I got a beating... Bah, never mind. I opened my eyes, cringing at the light that burned them. I sat up, wincing at the pain in my muscles and bones. "Damn, where'd I land?" I looked around, seeing a girl next to me and vast emptyness everywhere else. I watched as my broom hit the water with a large amount of speed and shatter as it hit it. "Bloody hell!" I swore, hitting my thigh, but I winced. Now I needed to buy a new broom. I was going to find whoever hexed my broom and make them pay for it. I growled deeply, getting up and taking off my robes, seeing they were trashed. I sighed, looking down at the girl. "Ah, hello." I said, coughing to get my voice back into tip-top shape.

[Sophie Christine Evans]

I'm just so fucking depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
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I leaned back onto my elbows, appreciating the fact that the ground wasn’t wet enough where I was to soak into the sleeves of my robe. My cat prowled around me before finally settling down to chewing on the strap of my bag. I glared at her but decided that it wasn’t worth the effort to try and stop her and probably get the shit chewed out of my hand for my troubles. I absentmindedly fiddled with my wand, lighting and extinguishing it like I used to play with lighters back at home. Hell, I still did, just not here. Vultus gave me an irritated glance, her silver eyes sparkling menacingly at me. I was only slightly amused by the fact that I was scared enough of this seven pound creature that I put my wand away and gave her an apologetic glance. In a way we were the same, irritable most of the time and hostile, but I hoped to God that I wasn’t as hateful as my cat. Of course, why I was comparing myself to my cat in the first place was entirely beyond me.

My gaze wandered over to the castle, to the various groups of people that were spread around in the fair weather. In a way, this was just like a high school, where the groups of students split off into their own little cliques. But high schools usually had to deal with fights and drugs, not Quidditch accidents and well aimed hexes. One thing this school had going for it was that it definitely never got monotonous, a thought that crossed my mind for the thousandth time since my first year here. I watched with detached amusement as a jet of light caused an arrogant looking boy to flee in terror from the attack of a paper airplane. I could have gotten rid of it easily, but it was easier to assume that he had done something to deserve it. And it wasn’t like the paper airplane could do much to harm him. That satisfied my moral scale enough so that I could look away and honestly not care about what happened to the younger kid. And apparently my timing couldn’t have been any better; I had about a second to watch the blurred form that I could tell to be a student and a broom spiraling towards the ground. The former landed surprisingly close, the latter heading a dead end path for the lake. Damn, where'd I land? I almost laughed aloud, but if that had been me I definitely would have been swearing a bit more and wouldn’t be finding anything funny, so I decided to keep the humor to myself. I made a mental note to myself to never get involved with brooms, flying in an airplane was enough for me.

I took a moment to let the guy sort himself out, since obviously getting thrown around by a broom and having a crash landing wasn’t exactly your everyday occurrence. Vultus, smart cat, had disappeared somewhere, leaving the strap of my bag nearly chewed in half. I would fix that later, I decided, making another mental note for myself. I shifted my position slightly to look up at the guy, flinching only innerly at the fact that he resembled someone I used to know as far as hair colour and overall appearance of a surfer went. Irony was a funny thing. I nodded in acknowledgement at his hello, and got to my feet in a fluid motion that left the edges of my vision a bit blurry. {{You know, some people wish on a falling star, not falling Quidditch players}}

[/color] I said with a half smile, surprising myself enough since I avoided most of the people I ran into. I guess in this case, when they end up running into you, almost quite literally, there’s nothing else you can do. {{Anyway, I’m Sophie.}}[/color] I was silent for a breath, having little else to say. My eyes flickered back over into the direction of the lake, the edges of the blue water mixing with the reflections of the sky to make a shimmering sheet of silver water that I guess you could say matched my eye colour almost perfectly. I watched it probably longer than I should have, the rippling patterns of the water mesmerizing and making me almost forget that there was a person standing nearby. Damn, I wanted a cigarette, too.


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I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
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[/color] rapsheet under her belt and hood, SOPHIE’S[/color] finally taken over the stage, as she blows around NINE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN[/color] words from her mouth, though CALLUM BRYCE ROCKLAND[/color] might just be able to take over the stage from her but NOBODY ELSE[/color] will be able to without BOTH[/color] their say.[/sub]
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[Callum Bryce Rockland]

[bg=4c5564][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500, true] //////Really, if this had been any other day, and no one was around me, I'd be jumping up and down in total fury. I would hunt down the bastard that took me down and I'd beat him for it. Just thinking about it made me crack my knuckles, but I stopped, seeing it hurt more to do that. I flew a hand to my neck, rubbing it and staring at the lake which held the contents of my broom. "Pfft." I growled. When the girl next to me got up, I finally remembered she was there. I looked up at her, squinting at the rays of the sun. "True. Normally, on a falling star you don't get crushed, so..." I pursed my lips slightly, standing up and stretching my back, hearing it snap. "Oh, bloody hell!" I swore, putting a hand to my back. Give me five more years of this, and I'm out of business. Next thing you know, I'm Callum, the Crasher, or some crappy name like that. //////I rubbed my nose, looking back at the lake, almost missing her introduction. "Oh. Well, hello Sophie. I'm, um..." Wow, that broom ride took a chunk out of my brain. I shook my head, trying to get it together. Nothing a long, nice sleep won't fix. "Bryce." I ran a hand through my hair, but it was practically flat. Seventeen years of trying to flat this shit out, and now, when I crash land it flattens. Oh, the irony.

[Sophie Christine Evans]

I'm just so fucking depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
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The problem with addiction wasn’t necessarily the addiction itself; it was the denial that came along with it. I hadn’t thought I was addicted to cigarettes until I got here and couldn’t have them, and right now that addiction was slowly eating away at my self control and emotional state. And it wasn’t like I could just sneak off the grounds and take a walk to the nearest gas station to get some eighteen year old to get me some like at home. I was entirely cut off from anything comforting, even the assuaging notion of familiarity with the school grounds and hallways wasn’t enough. I could have done with a bit of normality, I thought darkly. I flinched as something brushed against my ankles then realized it to be Vultus, and picked her up, holding her now limp form against the black of my robes. I decided that the contrast between silver coloured cat and the black was a nice one, and obviously she did as well because she didn’t struggle or take a swipe at me for anything.

I looked over my cat’s raised head at the guy, just introduced as Bryce, as he finished speaking, looking anything but pleased. Not that I wouldn’t be pissed either though. {{Ha, very true}} I said simply to his reply about falling stars, laughing once without any humour. I shifted Vultus over to one arm, using the other to pull my too-long hair over one shoulder so that it fell down the front of my robes, a good length below my shoulders before it finally tapered off, the dark ends blending into the black of my robes. I looked at the colour difference for a moment and then flipped my hair back to where I couldn’t see it. I hated wearing black with my coloured hair. I blinked once before finishing what I was saying, {{Well, nice to meet you Bryce.}} I replied pleasantly enough. I wasn’t out to make friends with anyone here, but I wasn’t a total bitch. Not yet at least. Give me a few more days without a cigarette though and I’ll probably blow a fucking fuse. I had noticed when he flinched and cursed, and now found it appropriate enough to tack on a question of vague concern, {{Are you alright? That didn’t look like it was much fun from where I was.}} I was pretty sure it didn’t look any better from the view of the person falling out of control towards the ground either.

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I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
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[/color] rapsheet under her belt and hood,
SOPHIE CHRISTINE EVANS[/color] has finally taken over the stage, as she blows around FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-FOUR[/color] words from her mouth, though CALLUM BRYCE ROCKLAND[/color] might just be able to take over the stage from her but NOBODY ELSE[/color] will be able to without BOTH[/color] their say.[/sub]
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