Garrison Shrike
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[Repost] Sneaky Shenanigans
<A blur moved along through the crisp night, trailing smoke in its wake like an ephemeral ribbon. It most closely resembled the way that air got
hazy in the presence of heat- barely notable, unless you were looking right at it. Only when the blur breached the treeline by several yards did Garr
shrug off the Bedazzling Hex laden cloak and make it disappear into that hungry messenger bag of his. A cigarette, lit and half-finished, dangled from
his lips, and the coal-glow of the cherry was all the illumination he needed to pick a circuitous route through the towering trees, his unlit wand at
the ready.>
<The hood of his gray sweatshirt was drawn up, enhancing the darkness that swathed his features. His footfalls were preternaturally silent, even as
he passed through dried leaves: the product of the magic stitched into those valuable-if-ordinary-looking leather boots of his. If it weren't for the
pinprick of red that his cigarette ember presented the nightscape, he might as well not exist.>
<Satisfied that he hadn't been followed, he threaded his way toward the ancient, hollowed out tree that served as his stash. He paused about
halfway there though, in a small clearing. The taste of burning filter meant that it was time to let the butt fall, and without breaking stride he
managed to crush it out beneath one of his silenced heels. He'd drank too much at dinner, and after dinner. He drank too much all the time, in fact,
flirting with both hydration compulsions and alcoholism all at once, as if one balanced the other out.>
<He slipped his wand into the marsupial-inspired pouch pocket of his hoodie and made quick work of his zipper. After a few seconds, the first sound
other than breathing he'd made since stealing out of the castle ensued: the steady sound of a stream of liquid hitting tree-bark. He let out a soft,
satisfied peeing-sigh as the pressure on his kidneys gradually abated, sort of swaying a bit as he let fly... mindful not to splash himself, but not
content with just standing idle even then.>
<His neck lurched to the side as the stream wound down. A somewhat grotesque pop report accompanied the sudden action. Nothing like being
outdoors. Nothing like peeing outdoors. There was something distinctly masculine about it that he enjoyed; it was like giving personified
Mother Nature a golden shower, asserting his dominance, perhaps. The fact that even setting foot out of the castle was very illegal only added to the
not-guilty pleasure of the situation.>
<With no one there to see it, Garrison Shrike allowed himself to smile a smile that wasn't forced.>
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Lucas Drake
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| posted on 9-27-2009 at 04:51 AM |
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<Lucas in his past days of mischief and drug induced mayhem had mastered the art of sneaking out of the well guarded Hogwarts castle. Even though
the security had been beefed up to a point where no sane person would ever really try to sneak out, Lucas was in a desperate need of fresh air. The
first night of his return had been a rather eventful evening filled with false hope and sonorous lies all wrapped under a night well spent beneath the
blankets of his bed with his ex-boyfriend curled up beside him. If that wasn’t cause enough to risk the danger of sneaking out and having a cigarette,
Lucas didn’t know what was.>
<Accompanied by one of his textbooks, Lucas had perched his back against a tree and had been examining the chapter he needed to finish in order to
catch up to the next class. With his eyes transfixed upon his text book, the Ravenclaw was fixated upon a concept he was having trouble understanding.
Lucas out of habit, chewed on his bottom lip as he thought, using his quill to make notes in the side margins of his text.>
<The only thing that kept Lucas completely oblivious to the fact that someone else was sharing the forest with him was the one muggle artifact he’d
brought with him from home: his iPod. With those headphones blaring in his ears, Lucas would’ve missed the sound of liquid splashing against tree bark
had he not picked an opportune time to stretch and see the boy pissing on the tree out of the corner of his eyes.>
Oh, how absolutely civilized.
<Lucas chuckled, plucking the headphones out of his ears. Lucas pretended to cover his eyes with his hands.>
Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.
6th Year, Ravenclaw
So you've taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And your drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you're making
But me, I'm the catalyst
When you say love is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
Cause my chemical, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see
So I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
You're part of this terrible mess that I'm making
But you, you're the catalyst
- Catalyst
Serra Haute.Couture.
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Garrison Shrike
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| posted on 9-27-2009 at 11:28 AM |
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<Garrison wasn't often at ease, but at that particular moment, the various factors of the situation had resulted in a very potent sort of alchemy
that allowed him to be. The sound of a voice shattered that fleeting security, to the point that his body jerked in alarm. His head whipped, eyes
narrowing to scan the direction that the blithe commentary was coming from, and he let out a low stream of curses when he realized he'd managed to
splash his shoes a bit in his surprised state. Great. Just great.>
'M not worried.
<Clearly, judging by his reaction. Depending on how much of the eye-covering was pretending, Garrison's sudden turn would have gotten the younger
boy at least a peek. Apparently, he had at least some shred of modesty left, because once he'd realized that Lucas wasn't who he worried he might be,
he angled his body again in order to finish up. A few shakes later, and he'd tucked his member away and zipped up once more. Wiping his hands on his
jeans, he drew his wand.>
Tergeo.
<The splatter that had hit his shoe zipped off in a small serpentine ribbon, flowing to the ground. With that done, he moved quite quickly toward
Lucas, looming over the other boy with his arms folded across his chest. There was no active attempt at intimidation made... but then again, Garr
didn't need to try all that hard. He was built athletically, with eyes that seemed to know more of the world than any student had any right to. His
iron-clad stare bored down on Lucas.>
The fuck're you doing out here, kid?
Garrison Shrike - 7th Year - Slytherin
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Lucas Drake
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| posted on 10-9-2009 at 02:05 AM |
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<Lucas had chosen to poorly cover his eyes and had indeed gotten a small glimpse when the boy had picked the wrong way to turn in his startled
moment. However, Lucas wasn’t so hormonal that he was in risk of throwing a hard-on at the sight of one limp cock swinging his way, no matter how
impressive the build. In a sense, it was more comical than anything else and Lucas had to contain the laughter that threatened past his throat as he
watched the boy finish up and clean himself off.>
<The boy definitely didn’t keep practical hygiene high up on his list of priorities. The wipe of hands on denim was dually noted and would not be
forgotten.>
First off
<Lucas raised a delicate index finger as he made his point.>
You can’t be much older than me if you’re even older to begin with so don’t call me kid.
<Lucas raised his middle finger alongside his index to indicate his second point.>
Why I’m out here isn’t any of your business. If you’d care to know, you might want to be a bit nicer in asking. Don’t you think?
6th Year, Ravenclaw
So you've taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And your drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you're making
But me, I'm the catalyst
When you say love is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
Cause my chemical, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see
So I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
You're part of this terrible mess that I'm making
But you, you're the catalyst
- Catalyst
Serra Haute.Couture.
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Garrison Shrike
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| posted on 10-9-2009 at 11:13 AM |
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<Really, the jeans-wiping was just reflexive. There really hadn't been much to wipe off, but... well, Garrison clearly had some rough edges. His
accent was clearly coarse, but... only most of the time. Every so often it fell away, and a word or phrase would come through without that roughness.
His eyes narrowed a bit at Lucas, when the boy got bitchy. He was more than used to rubbing people the wrong way. His irritation stemmed from the fact
that the other student didn't seem at all worried that Garr was looming over him, wand in hand, and not looking particularly pleased. That tended to
work, on slight boys out in the dark, all alone.>
First off... I'll call you whatever I like. Don't know your name, don't particularly care to, so if you want me to call you somethin' else, you're
probably shit outta luck, kid.
<A slight smirk, there.>
As far as what is n' isn't my business goes... there's precious few ways left of gettin' out of the school, and it does fuck with my business if you
wind up gettin' caught and then they're watchin' another one.
<He leaned in, letting his face get within a few inches of Lucas. Locking eyes. There was almost a sort of... desperation shining in Garrison's. A
willingness to do almost anything, if he had to, a look of slight un-hingedness. Lucas was a source of confusion for him, and he disliked being
confused. The kid didn't look like much- delicate, flippant- but he had made it out of the school without being caught, and then in another
confusing turn, had set up a study session.>
And I don't really care for people fuckin' with my business, accidentally or otherwise, so you'll forgive me if being nice wasn't the first thing to
come to mind when dealing with a little perv.
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Lucas Drake
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| posted on 10-10-2009 at 12:11 AM |
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<Oh wow, this kid was grumpy. Had it been six months ago, Lucas would have concluded that a physical brawl was in order and would have immediately
fired off his smart little mouth and given the other an earful. However, the Lucas had that gone through five long and boring months of rehab in Utah
of all places had changed his ability to perceive. Tough guy was fumed and embarrassed about getting caught outside with his pants around his ankle,
big fucking deal. Lucas fought the urge to roll his eyes as he shut his text book closed.>
Fine, if you don’t want to play the small talk game
<Lucas started wrapping his iPod headset cord around the body of the MP3 player as he started his explanation. He wouldn’t blab about Avery or his
true intentions as to why he was sitting outside doing his homework instead of his dorm room.>
I got in a fight with the friend I share my room with.
<Lucas was in the process of stuffing his iPod in his pocket when the boy’s face neared dangerously close to his own. Lucas tilted his head back
and very slightly turned his face left.>
Excuse you; I was in the middle of talking. We have things called personal space you know.
<And then another point would have to be made.>
And who are you calling a perv. You were the one with your pants down. I was fucking doing homework.
6th Year, Ravenclaw
So you've taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And your drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you're making
But me, I'm the catalyst
When you say love is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
Cause my chemical, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see
So I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
You're part of this terrible mess that I'm making
But you, you're the catalyst
- Catalyst
Serra Haute.Couture.
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Garrison Shrike
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| posted on 10-10-2009 at 01:48 AM |
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<If only Lucas knew why Garrison was so very cross... at least, specifically, in this instance. Surliness was a general mode of being for him, but
that didn't usually translate to harassing virtual strangers. And yet here he was... leaning, scowling, just barely not threatening. He had no problem
with rolling his eyes, and did so.>
Uhhuh. I'm a perv for pissing in the woods... clearly, not knowing that you were sitting here, I did it just to get you going. I mystically compelled
you to take a gander as well, I suppose? Don't worry, mate; everyone compares.
<He finally stood up, smirking, and soon that smirk had a cigarette jutting from it. He withdrew his lighter and applied some flame, inhaling to
get it rolling, his eyes never leaving Lucas. Pretty. Damaged. Those were the first adjectives that came to mind. The sass was defensive in nature,
surely, so what did he have to be defensive about? Garr folded his arms over his chest...>
You might wanna consider not sneaking out. They're nuts about security these days, go figure...
<Smoke roiled out of his mouth as he spoke, and he took another drag at the pause.>
Be pretty stupid to wind up expelled because you had a fight with your roomie, after all. Besides...
<His smirk evolved into a grin, and a wicked one at that.>
Woods are dangerous, 'specially at night. You'd make a very pretty corpse. Bit of a waste, really. But good luck with your friend there.
<He tapped off some ash and took another drag before he started walking- not remotely in the direction of his stash. He wasn't taking the chance of
this pissant having an idea of where it might be, whether he followed him or not.>
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Lucas Drake
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| posted on 10-12-2009 at 04:03 PM |
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<There was something unnerving about how easily he referenced corpses that made Lucas feel somewhat at unease. This was the middle of a war, and
Lucas had no idea what the other boy was doing out in the forbidden forest at this time of night. There were certainly sympathizers of the Dark Lord
that attended Hogwarts, and Lucas could possibly be staring at one. That made the innocent small talk of the past few seconds seem extraordinarily
dangerous.>
<Normally with his feathers ruffled, Lucas might have tracked the boy down. But in this case, Lucas felt a sense of dread in continuing in his
direction.>
<Packing up his things, Lucas decided to take the boy’s advice. It was late, and he’d rather be stuck in a room with Avery then deal with the
possibility of encountering trouble with Death Eaters.>
6th Year, Ravenclaw
So you've taken these pills
For to fill up your soul
And your drinking them down with cheap alcohol
I might be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you're making
But me, I'm the catalyst
When you say love is a simple chemical reaction
Can't say I agree
Cause my chemical, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster
Still love's all I see
So I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking
You're part of this terrible mess that I'm making
But you, you're the catalyst
- Catalyst
Serra Haute.Couture.
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