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Post by crimson macmillan on May 18, 2009 18:37:24 GMT -6
 better luck next time!------------------------------------------------------------- It was one beautiful afternoon that Crimson had decided to leave the school. Hogsmeade was the ideal place for her to spend her time. To indulge herself with the sweets her parents kept away from her back in her younger years. Honeydukes was the first shop she usually waltzed into during her long trips through the village, and it was a very frequent spot for her. Fudge was the target this week, she grew sick of some of the more intricate type of candies. Jellybeans and chocolate frogs were not in her list of interest today. It was simple, and the fudge she usually had was delicious, even for a fifth year. She enjoyed the sweetest kinds of sweets, the reason why her mother had kept them away from her. It never really grew into a problem, it had always been just the same.
Her reddish brown hair moved softly with the speed she was making towards the shop. Her sunglassed eyes looked up to the sun as she walked with a beat of a small child drumming. Crimson felt a bit mellow today, and nothing could really break her from the feeling, not unless someone has plans to play a few tricks while she was there. Crimson was always able to smell a trap of pranks from a mile away, spotting the differences of a place on a normal day, to a prank waiting to happen. A prank is not going to happen here. There were always a few small children wandering the streets, mischievous first years excited to explore Hogsmeade and get into trouble. Crimson of course, used to be one of those little devils. She enjoyed the way their clever minds worked, wondering what really goes around in their heads. It would probably be like, “candy candy candy” or perhaps even, “evil evil evil”. Whichever it was, surely they would be up to nothing good or smart.
Crimson opened the door to a crowd of first years. A few were a lot shorter than her, others almost her size and all she could do was fall straight onto her bottom, hitting the floor with a short THUD! “Whoa!” Was all she could say when she nit the ground. A group of spectators laughed as she fell onto the floor, an embarrassing way to attempt to enter a shop. She made a face and attempted to get up, her bottom in a slight tinge of stinging pain, like how a mother would discipline her child when misbehaving. Crimson wouldn’t have been disciplined, and she tried to get up when she realized that a shadow loomed over her, the sun was unfairly bright, and she was unable to see the face. Perhaps it was amused by her falling onto the floor, maybe feeling pity, she didn’t really care. If the person was trying to help her, it would be a little too late now.
------------------------------------------------------------- TAG open to anyone
WORD COUNT four eighty-six !
LYRICS helicopter by bloc party
CHARACTER Crimson Macmillan
NOTES got bored, then made this
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gabe stafford
ravenclaw 6th year
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Post by gabe stafford on May 24, 2009 0:11:22 GMT -6
MY BACK TO A CLOSING DOOR
and my eyes to the seasons Gabriel Stafford, more commonly known as Gabe, made his way down toward Hogsmeade from the School. For some reason, whenever he thought of Hogwarts as simply "the school" it made him think capital S in his mind, like a title or proper noun. Gabe tended to think of lots of things that way, though. In fact, Gabe thought in general quite a bit. He wasn't exactly a loud kid. He was a thinker. He was pretty introverted, and generally extremely shy, especially when it came to new people. Most people, though, didn't seem to mind too much that he didn't talk a lot, because he made up for it with his over all personality, once you got past his quietness.
Gabe was the sort of person who was everyone's best friend. Everyone tended to come to him at one point or another when they needed help, just because he was dependable. Gabe was also the sort who didn't ask for help from anyone else. He was particularly independent that way. He liked to solve his problems himself, mostly because he didn't have many people that he himself actually trusted. He had a select few very best friends whom he leaned on when he needed it, but he wasn't the sort who hashed out his problems by talking to other people. Sure, he could hash out someone else's, but he tended to do his own problem solving.
It was warm, he noted, for this time of year. He probably would have been perfectly fine in a pair of shorts, but he didn't tend to be much of a shorts wearer, for some reason. He liked his jeans. He was comfortable in them. And Gabe liked to be comfortable. He was bad with the whole change thing. He liked for things to stay the same. Thus the reason he was rather dreading seventh year. After that, everything changed, and he had no choice but to jump off into the great unknown. And the Unknown was scary. Oh, there was that capitalized noun again. He couldn't help it. It just required a capital letter, okay?!
He glanced up as he realized there was quite a crowd gathered around Honeydukes. With a slight shrug, he set his wandering footsteps in that direction. He needed to pick up a birthday present for Evvy anyway. Why not some wizarding candy? He nearly stepped on the girl who had gotten shoved over by the crowd of first years. "Wow! I am SO sorry!" he said, stepping back, realizing that he was still casting her in shadow. That was pretty minor though, right? He reached down a hand to help pull her to her feet. It probably wouldn't be long before she got trampled, the way these people were moving. "You okay?" he asked.
tag;; Crimmy!
word count;; four hundred sixty-six
outfit;; clickety click clik
notes;; none at the moment
credit;; format by me. lyrics copyright david cook.
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Post by crimson macmillan on May 25, 2009 9:24:30 GMT -6
better luck next time! ------------------------------------------------------------- This calls for a flash back. Crimson has been clumsy at times, but today was probably the worst. Camping with the family was a very, slippery time. She’d fall into the lake by slipping on the rocks, or perhaps slipping on the giant inflatable trampoline they always set up near her grandmother’s summer home. It was lots of fun really, besides the multiple bug bites, the bruises, and the many humiliated moments by her very own two terribly idiotic and preposterous older brothers. She didn’t like them, they slightly didn’t like her, period. The Macmillans are a very rowdy family, it takes their father three to five times to bring them down for supper, and it was something they’ve all gotten used to. It was always, go down or feel dad’s wrath. It was like he was the great and powerful dark lord. It was funny how the only time she and her brothers got along, it was always through talking about their latest achievements to annoy dad, which was probably completely opposite of what real families actually do.
Okay, flashback over. Crimson looked at the shadow for a while before her face began to flush. She’s seen him through the halls, he’s a grade older, but they’re the same age. Mister Gabe Strafford. Crimson had a short little crush when she saw him at the ravenclaw table during the very first week of starting school. Since she was suspended she tried contacting his friends that were out of school to kind of stalk him for her. She never stalked him after that, all because she knew little bits and pieces about him. None of the personal stuff, that would be creepy, but just his grade, age and house is mostly what its about. But none of that. Crimson isn’t totally obsessed, she isn’t like that, it isn’t her to be very obsessive, and she isn’t. she just has a schoolgirl crush on a shy and quiet ravenclaw. But weren’t most of them kind of like that? Probably, probably not.
Now back to the real story. Crimson took his hand and got up, her eyes widened for like a second, before going back to its regular size. He asked if she was okay. It took her a decent five seconds before replying. “Um, yes, I’m okay.” She bit her lip slightly. Crap! I suck at answering simple questions like that! UM?! Why in the world did I say um?! she thought as she flushed a slight shade of pink, thank goodness she isn’t turning crimson, that would be too much.
------------------------------------------------------------- TAG mister gabe stafford
WORD COUNT four thirty-one !
LYRICS decoy by paramore
CHARACTER Crimson Macmillan
NOTES those lyrics are from helicopter by bloc party
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gabe stafford
ravenclaw 6th year
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Post by gabe stafford on May 25, 2009 12:38:55 GMT -6
MY BACK TO A CLOSING DOOR
and my eyes to the seasons Gabe watched her take his hand and stepped back a bit, giving himself some leverage to get her onto her feet again. His hands were a little sweaty, from the heat, he supposed, and he was glad she got up before their hands slipped. It was a hard thing to avoid, despite his firm grip on her hand. not that it was painful or anything, but he would have hated for her hand to slip and fall flat on her butt again. that would be said. Not to mention it would make him feel bad.
He gazed at her. She had a pretty face, he noted. He was pretty sure he knew who she was. "Crimson, right?" he asked. "I'm Gabe. Stafford" He nodded slightly, although the way he tagged his last name onto the end, it was clearly just an after thought. He was pretty sure she was the Gryffindor trouble maker. The one who got herself suspended in first year? Yeah, he was pretty sure this was the one and only. There was only one person he knew who had managed this feat, though he supposed there had to be other people in the history of the centuries-old School.
He laughed slightly, uncomfortable, slipping his hand up and rubbing the back of his neck. It was his typical nervous habit. Gabe wasn't one of those people who tried to keep his emotions hidden. He was a pretty open book. He also really wasn't good at meeting new people. He was bad with introductions. And especially when they involved pretty girls. He was just bad with people in general, but especially with girls. But wasn't that the bane of every boy's existence? Trying to talk to a girl? Wasn't basically every boy on the planet bad at it? Well, the ones who weren't ridiculously conceited, that was to say.
tag;; Crimmy!
word count;; three hundred eight
outfit;; clickety click clik
notes;; rawr. sorry. suckish
credit;; format by me. lyrics copyright david cook.
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Post by crimson macmillan on May 25, 2009 15:14:03 GMT -6
better luck next time! ------------------------------------------------------------- she felt the sweatiness of his palm as she stood up. It wasn’t slippery, but it was slightly damp. sweaty palms, is he nervous? she thought to herself as she made a smile and pretended to adjust her shirt to dry her slightly damp hand. He introduced himself to her and she just couldn’t help but blush a little more. A lot of people knew her name, the infamous Crimson who got herself suspended along with four other Gryffindor members. She was the brains of it all, mostly mischievous and troublesome, she always had one little problem, one little imperfection that really showed that she was truly a girl, not some tomboy. She had a bunch of one sided crushes with multiple sixth and seventh years. And pretty much, she’s hurt herself, physically by trying to talk to them. Always falling face first into the dirt, and sometimes, like these she’s fall straight onto her bottom. Only she didn’t talk to Gabe, he actually talked to her.
Crimson looked at him for a second before replying. “Nice to meet you Gabe,” she said in her childish voice. It was her normal voice, it wasn’t high pitched, somewhere in between high and normal. “I probably know the answer to this but, how do you know my name?” she asked with a smile. The answer was pretty obvious right there, he would probably think that she was the strangest girl in the world for not knowing what she had done in her previous years. She got that a lot, and was turned away for it. Her mind was already screaming to hear for saying something was was terribly stupid. She was used to her mind talking to her, at least she wasn’t becoming a schizophrenic, seeing other things would drive her even crazier. She was of course used to her mind yelling at her like that. It was as if her parents too were in her mind, reminding her of the silliest things. At least she actually had a conscience.
------------------------------------------------------------- TAG mister gabe stafford
WORD COUNT three hundred thirty-nine !
LYRICS helicopter by bloc party
CHARACTER Crimson Macmillan
NOTES answering with about the same number of words ;D
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ravenclaw 6th year
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Post by gabe stafford on May 25, 2009 21:12:14 GMT -6
MY BACK TO A CLOSING DOOR
and my eyes to the seasons Gabe thought he had a pretty good idea of why she adjusted her shirt like that. He couldn't help that his hands were sweaty. I mean, it wasn't that he was nervous or anything. Well, he was, but that wasn't why he had sweaty hands. He tended to always have sweaty hands. Usually he didn't mind a bit, but this all made him feel rather self conscious about them, and he found himself rubbing his hands on his jeans, as if to try and wipe the sweatiness away. Of course, he had little success. Very little success indeed. And he barely noticed he was doing it. Gabe did that a lot, though. Did things without noticing he was doing them. His body tended to do things without his permission, his feet starting to walk, his lips and tongue starting to talk, all things that sometimes caught him off guard when he didn't register giving them the command to do so.
“I probably know the answer to this but, how do you know my name?” He chuckled slightly. "Well, I'd love to say that I know you because of some really spectacular reason, but it's just the same as everyone else's. The only person I know to get suspended from Hogwarts" He offered a rather sheepish smile, ducking his head slightly. He knew she probably wanted him to know her for some other reason, that she probably wanted to be known for something other than getting into trouble. Women were like that. But he couldn't help it. It was how he knew her, as much as he wanted to say it wasn't. He wanted to say that he just knew who she was, but he didn't. He knew her because she got him into trouble, and it sort of embarrassed him, really, although he wasn't entirely sure why. Did it really matter?
tag;; Crimmy!
word count;; three hundred eleven
outfit;; clickety click clik
notes;; mblah.
credit;; format by me. lyrics copyright david cook.
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Post by crimson macmillan on May 26, 2009 18:24:58 GMT -6
better luck next time! ------------------------------------------------------------- Hands down, after the many times she’s looked at him in those two minutes they’ve been talking, she thought he was as adorable as little bunny. Yes, in that meaning she thought he was cute, wait, scratch that, she thought he was very cute. Like a one of those middle aged women and brad pitt, only without the yelling and the screaming and the grabbing for his clothes. But, daydream over, back to real life. He seemed to have simply stated that it was only her infamy for him knowing her name, wasn’t a shock, the answer she knew he would say. Shocking if he knew her from some other occasion. Sure of course, her very own crowd that she hangs around with are ruthless troublemakers that don’t intentionally have a clue why they are demons, it’s just a phase that most third and second years go through, only her close friends stayed with her while others came and gone. They missed when they were gone, but they knew the year after there would be others.
Crimson looked to her right, a little second year made her way into the sweet shop, and Crimson realized why she had gone to hogsmeade for. Getting the treats that she bought for a month but finished in about a week. She didn’t mind that she wouldn’t have it for the following three weeks, but it was a trip she made oh so often it was as if the shop was an extension of her dorm. She turned back to Gabe and made a smile. “So, what brings you to hogsmeade? Besides you hunger for adventure?” she made a slight laugh, knowing that everyone goes into Hogsmeade sometime during the year. Crimson looked around as she waited for his reply. A couple of cats walked along the streets, along with vendors and shoppers. The wonders of a villages surrounded by magical beings.
------------------------------------------------------------- TAG mister gabe stafford
WORD COUNT three hundred eighteen !
LYRICS helicopter by bloc party
CHARACTER Crimson Macmillan
NOTES i am running on two hour sleep today due to end of the year stuff at school.
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