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Jan 27, 2006 22:23:03 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Jan 27, 2006 22:23:03 GMT -5
Ryane sighed as she walked in from the sunny day outside. She hated being caught in the sun. It hurt her eyes and she preferred the rainy days. She shook her head as she watched the students running outside. How they could stand the brightness of it all was beyond her. She shook her hea dher brown/black hair flopping around on her shoulders. Her mossy eyes scanned the hall. She dumped her bag in the ground and looked around. She hated seeing all these overly happy people around her. It just rubbed her the wrong way. Probably because it reminded her of her life before her father died. Before she had morphed herself into a younger, female version of her father. She pulled out her black, leather bound notebook and flipped ot the first unused page. She sighed and watched the girls who looked so incredibly perfect and perky walking about,
"Stupid gits." she mumbled as she began to scribble in her notebook. She used songwriting as her way of venting. She loved listening to the music her father had given her. She wanted to be able to sing like those people did. She knew she had a long way to go though. She looked up tucking her hair behind her ear. She scanned thinking of a word to describe how prefect they seemed. Pretty in that lying pink was one of the phrases that popped in. She scribbled it down and looked abck up at the guys drooling over them. It seriously miffed her. She toyed with the cross around her neck and thought hard about how to describe them. The clueless blobs that know no beauty beyond the superficial shells. She smiled. She liked where this song was going and thought her father would probably like where this was going to. He was into the whole anti-love, anit-sex rock. She was too. She thought the music most people listened to was far too vulgar to even be aired. It was though, and she could do nothing to stop it. She blinked her moss eyes scanning again before scribbling down more notes.
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Jan 27, 2006 23:39:28 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jan 27, 2006 23:39:28 GMT -5
If you saw him, you could say Sirius Black was a lazy bum with a capital L. B. to top it off. He was always the type to sleep in, especially if he had a boring class first thing in the morning. It was fashionable for he and James to just walk in casually late to their classes, normally side by side. Where James was now, wasn't really bothering him. No, he was content just laying spread-eagled on his bed, sheets scattered about the bed like mad, some hanging off the sides. One arm slung over the bed while the other was held above his head on the pillow a bit. One leg was unsuccessfully trying to cling to the bed while its almost-twin was hanging over the side, inches above the floor. If one was watching him from their bed, one would wonder how he could manage such a position. It was simple: he was lazy, he wasn't perfect and he was seriously going to get it if he didn't make it to class on time. Luckily for him it was a casual day where they didn't have class, even though it was a Friday. This happened sometimes, even though it was unknown to most of the students why. Did he care? No. He was just glad he didn't have to contend with that raving and raging biyotch of a teacher McGonagal.
Now his foot touched the cold oak floor of the boy's dormitory. He leapt awake, eventually falling onto the floor with a very loud thuding sound, his blankets following suit. He groaned on the ground, his hand shooting to his poor, handsome head, rubbing the spot where it contacted with the floor. Why couldn't they have carpet in here like the girl's dormitory? Not that he'd ever been in there before..well, once. But that was another story, for another fight with Amy. Hefferman.. that was a person whom he despised because ever since he had taken her precious little journal. Ever since then she had been stuck in his mind, that song repeating itself in his mind like a stupid muggle type writer. He moaned slightly, not wanting to get up, but too cold as the coolness emitted from the floor and straight up his boxers. He yelped unappreciative and stood straight up, rubbing his head still as he yawned loudly. Sadly, no one was in here to hear it.
Today seemed like a day where you could wear just about anything and if he had the gall to, he probably would. He would have worn nothing but a pair of boxers and a muscle shirt, black to match his blue flames and black background boxers. He grabbed a pair of worn jeans, meaning they had holes in the knees, on the thighs and to his dismay, that's all there was. He slipped the muscle shirt over his sticking every where haired crania. He adorned his cold feet with white socks, then a pair of simple, yet casual and some what fancy boots. You'd think he was trying to avoid attention, which was an underestimate since he was doing just that today. He wasn't going to flirt since he had an amazing girlfriend and he wasn't going to be a prick, something he was actually succeeding in. Today was just a lazy arse day, which was perfect, since that was what he was this day and age. He ran a gelled comb through his hair, then charmed it to have its wind swept look like he had just gotten off his broom. All he was missing was the sweat and he'd be perfect. Something told him if he had seen his girlfriend that he should refrain from the sweatiness, however. He grabbed his wand, stowed it in his back pocket and headed out the door of the boy's dorm.
He came down the steps, then walked out the portrait hole, not even looking back to see if his best mates were there. He hadn't seen much of anyone besides his girl, a few new kids and his dear cousin Narcissa. Ok so dear wasn't the choice of word one would use in describing her. Maybe 'dear biyotch' or 'dear troll' but nothing more than that. He came to the Grand Staircase, then took each step quickly as he smiled at many people who knew him. Some waved, others rolled their eyes, but it was all good and gravy in his mind. He smirked as his feet came planted onto the Entrance Hall floor, smirking even broader when a Slytherin Prefect cam into view. "Lo Snake. How's eatin' the resident rodents in your house?" Of course, he was referring to the first years of the prefect's house. "Watch it Black." The prefect said, scowling and glaring at the same time. Sirius merely ignored him and went about on his day, hands hanging so splendidly from his pockets.
His eyes suddenly became curious as he saw a figure in view that he didn't actually know. Maybe she was like that one girl he had met..from the future too. He walked over to her, eyes casting down to her sketch book and not at her chest, which was a plus for him. "Hey there. Name's Sirius Black. Who're you?" He asked her, plain out and no subtleties. He always felt one should be straight forward with a girl, never hiding your intentions. If he was single, he'd probably be drooling and stalking her for about a week until she noticed him, thus him asking her out. He kept his cool though and looked at her face next, wondering what her reaction would be to someone just walking up and introducing themselves.
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Jan 27, 2006 23:54:32 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Jan 27, 2006 23:54:32 GMT -5
Rayne cracked her knuckles when she heard someone talking to her. She sighed and looked up. She was shocked to see someone who, in her own insane little book, looked normal. She blinked her mossy eyes scanning him for something that would give her a reason to walk off but didn't find anything. She stood pulling her black skirt, which looked alot like the uniform skirt but solid black and shorter, down so it wasn't so showy. She tapped the steel toe of one of her boots on the ground and pulled her black tank back to normal. After going through her almost ritualistic process she looked at the guy. He was cute she'd give him that. She wasn't going to let her mind wander on it though she wasn't like that. Knowing her luck he had come to mock her and the way he looked only gave her a false sense of security. She took a breath and held out her hand. Her long nails had been painted black and around her tiny writst were spiked bracelets. She knew she looked intitmidating to the common passerby but didn't care. If people had half a mind they would get to know her before judging. She smiled gently,
"I'm Rayne Jacobson. It's nice to meet you Sirius." she said. She let her hand fall after a second not really in the entire mood to be social. She turned back to her book and scribbled down some more words to express how annoying the chirping perky people were. She glared up at a girl staring at her from across the hall. The girl dashed off and she shook her head,
"Stupid git. You'd think they'd get to know someone before freaking out." she said somewhat to herself. She sighed and kept scribbling. She felt akward having someone stand by her while writing. She waited for a minute debating whatshe should do. She finally settled on being as blunt with him as he had been her. She closed her book and looked at him,
"Can I help you?"
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Jan 28, 2006 1:08:06 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jan 28, 2006 1:08:06 GMT -5
He immidiately noticed when she stood up the exact skirt she was wearing. If she had caught him when he was single, he'd probably still be staring, but for fear of getting the crap slapped out of him, he refrained. He just gave her body a quick glance, just because he was a guy and that's the way he was. He wasn't about to change. He dropped his gaze as she offered him a hand out to shake. Without wanting to be rude, he took it and gave it a firm, yet still kind shake. Upon releasing, he took notice of the claws she had instead of nails. What was it with girls and nails for claws? Couldn't they just be normal and trim their nails to respectable lengths? Geeze were some girls strange in that respect. The last girl he had at his side had claws about an inch or more long that dug into his back. Ouch. That hurt and those were'nt even fake either.
Though he was trying to be kind and keep a smile, he was still wary of her, mainly because she didn't dress like most girls and she seemed to be a bit skeptical of him, even moreso than he was of her. She dressed simple, even though it was a little weird for a girl. He himself had always been a bad boy and it seemed there were bad girls here too. He wasn't normally one for idle chit-chat, but since he was bored and wanted a new friend to consult with, he'd might as well give it a shot. At her comment about the girl, he snorted under his breath, his eyes flashing in somewhat anger. Were people so quick to judge someone? He sighed slightly to himself, then looked back at her.
"It's boring just sitting in one's common room or dormitory. Hope you don't mind company." He said to her, wondering if she would mind him looming around. If she did, he'd most likely be sure to feel it. Why did girls always have to go for the face and the nuts? Couldn't they leave Mr. Happy alone? Apparently not. He kept his cool though, watching as the girl dashed off like hell was chasing her. If he knew what she had been gawking at, which was more than likely, he'd be hell chasing her. "Don't mind types like her. Just my little fanclub. Can't get rid of them." He told her, scowling slightly as he watched the robes of the student whip out of sight.
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Jan 28, 2006 1:27:10 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Jan 28, 2006 1:27:10 GMT -5
Rayne watched the girl and watched his scowl. She sighed and shook her head,
"I don't mind." she said simply a softer smile forming across her lips. She looked around at all the people and sighed. She didn't knwo what to do or what to say. She barely knew this person and was still nervous. Usually she got along just fine with people she didn't know. She heard him mention something about fanclub. She looked at him curiously,
"Fanclub? Why in the world would someone start a fanclub about someone they could just be friends with?" she asked rubbing the back of her head trying to comprehend the logic in it. The thick eyeliner around her eyes made them seem to pop when she looked back at him. She sighed slightly and tried to think of something to say,
"I'm into rock. What kind of music do you like?" she asked not knowing what else to say. She was usually good with people. She was just being stupid today and having a difficult time thinking. She looked at all the girly girls and thought she would take this opportunity to ask a guy,
"What do guys find in them?" she asked pointing at some blonde, overly perky, pink covered girls. The sight of them made her want to vomit and swear off pepto-bismol.
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Jan 28, 2006 13:41:41 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Jan 28, 2006 13:41:41 GMT -5
Sirius had a bad habit of mimicking people because his hand traveled to the back of his head, scratching it in slight boredom. Well, this was really akward. He had never mimicked anyone before, unless it was a teacher, so then mimicking went into mocking persona. He let his hand fall to his side once more, thumbs rubbing against his belt loops slightly as he saw the girl return once more, simply glaring. Of course, he had to ablidge her and gave her a combination of glaring with a dangerous smirk. He smirked even more when she had a look on her face of slight terror, then she took off down the hallway once more at a fast paced walk. Sirius sighed, rolling his light grey eyes in gentle disgust. He looked back at her, a small smile coming across his lips, a rarity even for such a handsome lad such as he.
"I suppose it's just the fact stalking someone is better than simple friendship." He stated, knowing he was probably right on the button. How jealous they seemed to be when they saw him talking to an apparently new girl. He might have thought they'd be even more better with their attitude since he wasn't all over Leyla right about now. Where was she anyway? She was elusive, most likely due to her unique blood that flowed through her veins. He turned back to her again, his mind becoming curious at her question about what kind of music he liked. He'd have to agree with her about rock. "I like rock mostly. Everything just is kind of boring to me." He said, now looking over at the group of giggling, pepto-bismol faced girls. It was sad to say one of them he had dated. He snorted in deep disgust as she came to notice he was standing there, talking to Rayne. Her hair was bright blonde, making the persona she had even more ditsy because she had a bit of veela blood in her. Relived to say, he wasn't attracted to her anymore, which was a bit of a shocker because she was rather pretty. "Don't ask me. I dated her," he said, nodding over to the bright blonded bimbo,"last year for about a few months. Sad waste of time if you ask me." He said to her, laughing some what dryly. He crossed his arms, glaring at the smiling and laughing girl. She brought up her hand and gave him that stupid little bendy fingered wave she always did. Talk about gagging a maggot. Too ditsy for him anymore.
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Jan 29, 2006 12:03:21 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Jan 29, 2006 12:03:21 GMT -5
Rayne looked at Sirius almost laughing. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled feeling much more comfortable. She had finally felt like she could talk to him cause he shared with her. She sighed and held her face in one of her hands. She looked back to the girl and made a almost disgusted face. She couldn’t comprehend how anyone could stand those girls. She shook her head laughing,
“How could you stand her Sirius? I mean didn’t her pink perkiness drive you insane?” she asked looking at him. She toyed with the end of her hair which oddly enough had become a habit over the past. Rayne sighed and rocked on her feet. She had shin-high black converse on so it wasn’t too difficult for her to do that. She let go of her hair and played with the spiked bracelet around her tiny wrist,
“I know that I get a stomach ache just looking at her.” she said playfully. The pink of the girl was seriously starting to scare her. She shook her head rapidly and kept her eyes from looking at the girls. She stepped around Sirius so her back was to the pepto girls. She shivered at the glares she could feel digging into her back,
“I guess you must be pretty popular.” she said figuring since he had this whole sickeningly pink fan club. She was probably going to end up making a butt out of herself and pissing him off resulting in total and complete embarrassment. She sighed realizing how carefully she would have to tread. She didn’t like feeling like that it made her want to go back to playing her guitar in her room writing songs. She loved writing songs. It was totally beyond her how anyone could not like rock. She loved it with a passion. Or maybe it was her dad did and she loved her dad. She sighed remembering the day he died. She shook her head trying to get the thought out of her head. She grabbed her writing book and started scribbling the words that suddenly popped into her head forming a song to her father.
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Feb 8, 2006 20:49:40 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Feb 8, 2006 20:49:40 GMT -5
For some reason, the fat headed Sirius Black liked cheering people up, thus making them much more comfortable around him. It was entertaining and made him feel better. He smirked slightly, only just to show there was no reason for her to be uncomfortable with him. He had to laugh though, mostly because of the pepto girls who were moving towards them, heels making them twice their height. Sometimes he had to wonder why he was so enamored with the prettier of the four, but perhaps it was because he was brainless and only listened to one head. He snorted slightly, almost unaudible as he watched the disgusted look on her face. He laughed a bit more, seeing that the girl, or pepto queen, was positively glaring at Rayne. So what if he was hanging around someone other than the pepto sqaud, not to mention not being with his girlfriend. He shook his head slightly as the blonde haired bimbo came up to him, running her hand down his muscular chest.
"Hey Sirius. How are you today sweetums?" Uh..can you say gag a maggot? Not only was she obviously flirting with him, but she was practically all over him now. She was brushing her skirt up against his thigh and just as obviously making him a little too happy. He growled, almost completely dog like as he pushed her off of him, glaring into her attractive, yet miserable green eyes. They were eyes that were exactly like Lily's, just abit less demanding and arrogant. "Shove off girlie. I broke your little heart and you can't comprehend that in your brainless skull, so get on with you and get off of me!" He said, glaring down at her. He was just shy of six foot three and she stood a mere five foot nothing, an obvious no-no for a tall guy to kiss a very shorter than him girl. He ignored her pleading, turning his back on the wailing girl as he heard her mary jane shoes clap against the floor. Sighing, he rolled his eyes, not even glancing back at the girl. His attention was on the one he had here in the moment and he wasn't about to give his attention to just some bimbo with a guy issue. The girl could have any guy she wanted, but apparently she could not understand the word no. He looked back at her, sighing before giving her an answer with a polite smile.
"I guess so. There's not many perks with being popular, except girls flock to you like mad." He shrugged, like being popular meant nothing to him. On the contrary, being popular meant the world. If he wasn't so popular, he'd be just another face in the crowd. He'd be just another Peter Pettigrew. He shook slightly at the thought, but gathered his strengthy composure quickly. Not wanting to pry too much, but he had to get his mind off the pepto squad. "I guess you like music alot huh?" He asked, eyes shining with interest. "I like music too. Even have my own guitar too." He said, booming with pride.
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Feb 10, 2006 22:25:06 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Feb 10, 2006 22:25:06 GMT -5
Ryane smiled and nodded. She took pride in her guitar and her playing skills. She shoved her journal in her bag at her side and looked back up a couple of strands of hair landing in her face again. She brushed them away and sighed. That pepto girl had really made her want to barf. She looked back to Sirius,
"She is abosolutely repusive. How can you even bare to look at her?" she asked her face looking disgusted. she sighed and shook her head trying to get that thought out of her head. She wasn't going to let some pepto pink girl ruin a perfectly fine day for her. She rolled her eyes and cracked her knuckles which had become a very bad habit. She sighed and looked around at all the people staring. It was kind of un-nerving for her to be stared at. She listened to him again when he asked about her interest in music,
"Of course I love music. It's like, my life." she said sincerly. She had made it her life. She felt obligated to be as in love with it as she was. Does that make it love though? Or just an excuse to pull away and try to be part of her father? She shook her head not wanting to think of that as a possibility. She groaned and buried her face in her hands. She heard him burst with pride talking about his guitar. She looked back up greeny eyes curious,
"Really? Do you play well?" she asked honestly wondering. She hadn't found that many people as interested in music and rock as she was.
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Feb 19, 2006 16:48:34 GMT -5
Post by Sirius Black on Feb 19, 2006 16:48:34 GMT -5
So, someone else was interested in rock music. For a fair amount of time, Mr. Black had thought he'd gone alittle crazy. It was to be expected though, mostly because not many Purebloods took a fancy to the muggle version of rock music. He liked it and played mild forms of it, just as a bit of entertainment for himself. It was interesting and no doubt fun finding someone who played guitar. Was she the real deal though? True she did write music, but there were alot of pretenders out there, most not really living up to their writting skills with singing or visa versa. He himself didn't care too much for his singing, but his writting ability and playing more than likely made up for it. There was only one who he thought that was good at playing, singing and writting. Her name was Amy, a Gryffindor in his year and an ex girlfriend at that. He had to admit she was a much better choice than those of the pepto squad. She was not only prettier, but nicer and less careful about the rules. He'd always admired that about her, but his newest love interest was all that and more. He didn't know if she had the playing, writting or singing ways that Amy had, but he wouldn't love her any less.
"Believe it or not, she never used to be that way. She supposedly used to kind, caring and less sick in appearance, but if you believe that nonsense, you're insane as I am." He said to her, huffing abit as they spoke about his ex love interest. He never liked talking to her, muchless about her to someone else. He didn't want to place himself in a negative way to anyone he'd met, or meet, but that was rather redundant because he was already known as one of the biggest 'players' so to speak in school. Though he normally found this to be a little cruel, he didn't mind the title and brushed the thought away. James was in this sticky situation with him anyway, despite the fact the guy had been trying to lasso Lily Evans for most of their years at Hogwarts. She always said no, but you couldn't blame the guy for trying. She was pretty, though critically ill, and a great girl beneath the hard attitude, or so he had heard from her friends. She was popular (like James), arrogant (like James), a balloon head (yet a more attractive one, though still like James), but the only difference was she liked books and both James along with Sirius treated books like poison. He gave a shrug at her next inquiry.
"I guess I fair pretty well. I know a girl like yourself who can play, write and sing. Damn good too." He said to her. It was kind of ironic since he was saying Amy was like this stranger, seeings as how the two girls were nothing alike. Amy was in Gryffindor and Rayne in Hufflepuff. Amy wasn't a rocker, though she did sing alittle rock music, mostly just to please herself, and they had nothing in common. He didn't know why exactly he had said it, but go figure. Hardly anything could get passed that thick head that was of any relavence to the conversation. "And what about yourself? Any good?" He asked this question once to a girl, but it was completely and totally different on the subject level. Needless to say the girl had slapped him hard across the face and stormed away, tears streaming from her eyes like a leaky faucet. He smirked at the past. Good times..yes..very good, though painful, times.
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Mar 2, 2006 18:21:34 GMT -5
Post by Rayne Jacobson on Mar 2, 2006 18:21:34 GMT -5
Ryane smiled and nodded,
"I like to think so." she said pulling out her book again. She scribbled some more words down and looked back up. She bit her lip the new tune playing in her head. She sighed and reched back into her knapsack and pulled out her music book. She scribbled down the notes. She knew she would have to try them out later ubt wasn't going to temp herself now. She needed her electric guitar in order to do that. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair more words pouring into her head,
"Sorry. When inspiration comes I have to go with it." she said writing the words down, "I personally think I could be better but my mom says I played like my dad did." she stopped the thought of herdad dragging up the day he died. that wasn't something she was going to bring up to a almost complete stranger. She wasn't willing to risk it at any cost. She gulped and looked at Sirius,
"So are you as into rock as I think you are or are you putting up a face?"
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