Apokalipse

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

“Clothes?” Frankie Blackwood questioned her parents, staring down at the thin slip of paper in her hands. Her father pushed the cart and her mother was commenting on wizard fashion sense. Of course her obvious distaste was blocked out in favor of rechecking her items for the third or fourth time.

“Check!” Her father chirped behind her, barely glancing into the car as he pushed along in his red turtleneck sweater and blue jeans. He certainly stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the elegant robes of the wizarding world. Frankie scribbled across the messily scrawled word and continued down the list until the very last one.

“Jabber?” The cat’s name easily rolled off her tongue as she raised her pencil and began to scribble on it, confident that they hadn’t forgotten her precious ocicat. She might have gotten a little carried away, but she preferred the words to be completely blacked out.

Her father hummed, “Che- err…” The erupt ending caused Frankie stop in her tracks and turn around to face the brunet middle-aged man. “Jabber seems to be missing, Frankie.”

“Well no duh!” She said, already grasping the situation at hand. Her chattering mother closed her mouth at the distressed sound and assessed the situation.

“Oh, dear. Don’t get too upset. He probably just wandered off; he was here earlier.” The Blackwood woman cooed. “Why don’t we go looking for him? We have time.” Her mother always talked to her in that sickly sweet voice that sometimes made Frankie cringe, but it nevertheless calmed her.

“What about my stuff? We can’t just leave it here while we look for him.” The redhead pointed out and her mother just smiled before turning towards her husband.

“Harold!” She barked, her voice instantly turning demanding and aggressive. “What do you think you’re doing? Get the bags!”

Harold Blackwood simply rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated bow, “Of course, my Queen.”

“And you’re sleeping on the couch tonight…” Frankie snickered, swiveling on the heel of her foot and backtracking where they came from.

She went all the way to the barrier, glancing around to see if she could find a sign of the cat. She peered into trashcans, peeked into the mens' room, and stood on a bench to see. She never saw anything, but she head a very distinct meow that could only be her pet. Jabber was named as such because of the incessant need of his to continuously yowl no matter what situation he was in. It got annoying often, but Frankie had grown too attached by the time she discovered this. She stood on her tips of her toes, almost falling off the bench in the process, before she finally caught sight of an orange blur interweaving with the cloaks of witches. She jumped off the bench and sprinted through the mass of dark blues and pinks and other such hues. Many received her elbow and many elbows she herself received – talk about karma – until finally the little rascal was only two feet away. She dove, she scooped, she caught.

With Jabber in arm and her parents satisfied, Frankie entered the train. She was late and the warning whistle has already went: this unfortunately means that all of the compartments were filled up. She shuffled down the train, a struggling cat in hand with a wish to roam, until she found a compartment that wasn’t overflowing. She would have preferred an empty one, but she would rather be stuck with one stranger than many. He was a Hufflepuff and was on the Quidditch team, that’s what she knew at least. His name escaped her currently, but she could always ask.

“May I sit in here? I swear I don’t have a disease.”

Supernatural Task Force

Henry shifted away from Cassandra, a woman who she only sometimes got along with. The girl was super duper anxious and conformed to the chauvinistic view of women. It disgusted her, really. The feminist preferred to keep the blubbering girl at a distance, though she tried not to upset her either. She really didn't want any crying on her end.

When Max began to talk, Henry's full attention was on him. She was filled with adrenaline and she could feel her blood pumping: she wanted to be at that murder scene, not in this coffee shop talking about the object of her current desire. She hasn't had a case in a too long time, it felt like. The way Max spoke encouraged this antsy feeling in her, fanning the fire. Despite this, she tried extremely hard to keep her cool, even tried to look unimpressed.

When his speech was over and done, everything laid out on the table, Henry began to slow clap, just because the moment would be perfectly ruined and it made such a sweet feeling inside that battled the boiling fire. "Great inspirational speech, Max."

The Chocobo forest

The Irish Tree said
Ah please Jigsaw, you're always doing the exact same shit, nothing different, it's always "Cut off your own arm and escape, or blow up because I am teh ebils". You need some new material man.

Well said shit.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Rune_Alchemist said
...xDSorry, but someone should always expect there to be fast first posts when an IC just goes up.That said, you haven't missed anything that important. The only ones who have been up to anything are Me, Paige, Ace, and Yog. And we're just having our characters talk about nothing xPEDIT: Also, make sure you take into account the fact that the site messed up and a lot of repeat posts happened.

The twelve was the account of the repeated posts :P

Supernatural Academy

Feel Good by the Gorillaz also is something to think about whilst reading his CS

Supernatural Academy

Astrid was just about to head off to math when she heard the ruckus...and, well, she never really liked math. Any excuse was a good excuse. "I say Derek should've just beat their faces in. I suggest the breaking of a bone..."

Astrid was honestly surprised with herself for even saying anything. Of course, she always offers her opinions, but this wasn't her affair. It honestly didn't matter to her if someone was pulverized. Then again...she's been in school for two hours and she has yet to see any blood or feel any excitement.

Supernatural Academy

'cause people keep monkeying around... Am I the only one who thought of this song?

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

You guys are going WAY too fast for me o_o When I left for school, there was twelve posts. There are now forty-two. Holy Crap. I haven't even written my first post...AND THE IC JUST WENT UP LAST NIGHT. Oh well, I'm off to reading and then I'll get it up.

Supernatural Academy

So...Should we go to the next class now?

Supernatural Academy

"I don't care. Anything. As long as we're not talking about rabbits for god's sakes." Astrid crossed her arms and lent back, her mind humming with boredom. It took all her willpower just to not go to sleep. She couldn't wait until the end of class: how many minutes were left?