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Post by QHUINN HALE on Feb 14, 2011 23:54:41 GMT -5
Qhuinn Alistaire Hale [/size][/font] Qhuinn was almost glad that he wasn't going home for the holidays. It wasn't like he was wanted or welcome. His father had made that perfectly clear before the start of term, when he'd kicked the raven haired boy out of the house, thrown some of his things -at- him, and then proceeded to make a bonfire that Qhuinn was pretty sure could be seen from outer frickin' space with what had to be left behind. All because of his...incident...oh, who was he kidding? His father would have found any reason to finally kick him to the curb. If given the chance, Lohstrong would have changed the locks on him just because he forgot to put the stupid twisty tie on the loaf of bread. Extreme, yes. True, probably not, but the boy was just wrong and evil in his father's eyes. Why? Well, first that would be mainly due to his eye colors. They didn't match. Second, he could see things, before they happened - and that resulted in all kinds of embarrassing faceplants. That was not something his male parental unit wanted to explain, so the 'best' thing the older male decided was to keep Qhuinn away from the house during social gatherings and pretend he only had two perfect children. Being turned into a vampire was the tip of the proverbial iceburg. And to think, it had been one of those righteous hodowns that had gotten Qhuinn into this mess.
'You won't be needed tonight, make yourself scarce.'[/b] Gotcha pops. Qhuinn had done just that. And he'd run into a guy that brought whole new meaning to the term 'tall, dark, and fucking scary'. Congratulations! You've just won a trip to Vampire-landia! For the price of admission, you will receive sharp and pointy fangs, a horrible aversion to garlic - not that you liked that crap anyway - and a wicked case of blood lust. He was getting better with that part, keeping himself on a strict diet and a no killing rule. But in all honesty, a part of him missed his siblings. Which was crazy. Because they hated him too. Well, correction: Ariale hated him, because she didn't know any better. She didn't even know -him-. She'd been forbidden to have anything to do with him. But Maxi was older...and his brother just avoided him. As if, by doing so, he didn't want to hurt Qhuinn's feelings. In an effort to keep himself from moping, Qhuinn sat in one of the green leather chairs, letting his body sink into oblivion. To keep his hunger at bay, he sucked on a Blood Pop. While it wasn't as satisfying as biting into a vein, it kept him somewhat satiated.[/size] |
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Post by RAZIEL LEVIATHAN LESTRANGE on Feb 19, 2011 2:18:08 GMT -5
  Second by second the large clock ticked away in the Slytherin boy's dorm as a dark, yet mildly content, Raziel sat in a chair beside his bed. A book lay spread across his lap titled 'Forgotten Potions: volume thirty-four' dark blue eyes scanned the book with almost irritated fashion before an unfeeling hand picked it up and tossed it on to his bed. Raziel stood from the seat he had been sitting in and stared down at the book that he normally would have thuroughly enjoyed that now on his bed, but unfortunatly he couldn't find it in him to concentrate on his potions today, and that simply wasn't like him. He was the one who was always on top of things in his classes,the one who never missed a potions class, but at the same time he was far more than that- he was a monster. A monster with only one thing on his mind today... but sadly his ever dreamed crimson pool could not be achived today, or tomorrow, or probably even a week from now until break ended once again. The man growled lightly as his nails threatened to cut into his palm as he made a light fist. Why could he not tear the flesh, snap the bone, and release this crimson of other as he was designed to do? Simple, because while most of his family had decided to go home for yet another break where they could relax (and he could freely hunt), Raziel had chosen to stay upon school grounds for two reasons. One- he had a considerable amount of work to do before break was over, and two- he currently found himself infuriated with every single member of the Lestrange family, both living and dead, so he would have to make due with the cold remains of his last hunt that he had kept hidden. He hated his father for making him hide who he was, and even worse he hated his brother Octavius for his ever persistant attempts to ruin him, though his brother's efforts were futile and only ended with Octavius in a bloody heap on the floor, Raziel was growing considerably more and more irritated by the man each passing second. So while Raziel had remained at school, he was more than pleased to find that his brother had gone home for the holliday break, besides, he smiled darkly as he thought of his little sister, it wasn't like Octavius wouldn't find something to entertain himself with. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he thought of the violence that was probably breaking out at that very moment at Lestrange mannor since Octavius and Bella were most likely alone... not that it really mattered though, Tavius still beat the living shit out of her even when there were people around.
Looking at the clock that continued to tick away, Raziel decided that it was time he went down into the Slytherin common room to see if the morning's paper was there. Taking his purposefully tinted bottle, Raziel took a quick sip from it to keep his hunger at least somewhat satiated for the time being, before opening the door to the stairs that led to the Slytherin common room. As he exited up the stairs in the Dungeons, he could already smell the scent of a creature of the night only slightly similar to what he was. This intrigued the man as he entered the room and set his cold eyes on the vampire who seemed to be being swallowed by one of the green chairs in the Slytherin common room. Taking another sip and finding the morning's paper on a table, Raziel sat in one of the chairs opposite of the vampire. Opening the paper Raziel spoke with a light tone without moving his eyes from the paper, "Good evening Hale." Raziel recognized him, but truthfully he had never really taken much interest in speaking to him until now, as a matter of fact Raziel didn't even know what side he was on. |
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Post by QHUINN HALE on Feb 22, 2011 21:56:19 GMT -5
Qhuinn Alistaire Hale [/size][/font] Qhuinn watched his Housemate's every move, from the moment he appeared in the common room to the time he sat down in the squashy chair opposite him, nonchalantly picking up the morning's paper and flipping it open with an air of 'Oh, don't mind me.' The real kicker was Raziel addressing him, as they hadn't spoken before. And true, everyone knew everyone's last name, knew of each other - hell, they saw each other on a daily basis, but this was the first time Lestrange had ever spoken to Qhuinn. And vice versa. Not that the ravenette was complaining.
Hey. A guy could look.
Although, it did get under his skin, to be called by his last name. Considering he wasn't welcome to use it anymore. Nobody had gotten the memo, of course, because it hadn't been sent out. Say something. Anything but 'something'.[/color] "Evening, Raziel."[/color] Atta boy. He tucked the bag of Blood Pops under a pillow. Blood Pops? What Blood Pops? No vampire snackies here. "I...thought you'd be going home...for the holidays."[/color][/size] |
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Post by ZACHARIAH MORTIS on Mar 13, 2011 11:33:22 GMT -5
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Post by RAZIEL LEVIATHAN LESTRANGE on Mar 19, 2011 19:03:23 GMT -5
Raziel's eyes quickly went from scanning the paper to resting upon the boy who foolishly brought up his not being at the Lestrange manner where his family he so strongly detested at the moment was. Though of course Raziel knew he didn't ask this with the intent to irritate him, because it was a common question among small talk and Hale didn't know what really went on in the Lestrange manor, so taking this into consideration he tried to not hold it against him. A sigh escaped his lips as he let this go and his cold blue eyes moved their icy gaze from Hale to the new scent he could already tell was approaching, and only seconds later the fiery red head Zachariah appeared from the boys dorm announcing his presence in the same sort of ostentatious manner he would expect from Octavius. Then again, this was probably to be expected considering how close he and his brother were. When either Zach or Tavius entered a room by themselves things could be quite catastrophic, but when the two appeared together it was like an omen had been placed upon the room and the likely hood of something dying or being horribly mutilated to a state of disfiguration increased to an exponential rate. They were both arrogant, rebellious, and a danger to just about anything moving as well as those unfortunate inanimate objects that got in their way, but when the timing was right, when all three of them were in a good mood they could have one hell of a party. Zachariah, being Tavius' friend Raziel knew him well enough, but his being his brother's friend also meant that the possibility of Tavius trying to pit Zachariah against him was still existant, but so far Zach hadn't made a move against him so as far as Raziel was concerned Zach was for the most part quite the entertaining company.
Raziel couldn't help but smirk at the red hed as he sat down. It seemed that quite a few of those inhuman creatures that made Syltherin their home had decided to keep away from their real homes this winter break because now three creatures of the night were in the Slytherin common room together. Raziel's smooth voice pulled across the room as he told Zach good evening in French, before taking the bottle he had with him and taking another swig from it. It had only been a minute or so since Hale had asked his question, and now that the new presence had been confirmed Raziel found it appropriate to answer both questions. "I have far too much to do here for me to return home Quinn, besides there is nothing worth celebrating at my house this holiday." he said as he watched Hale for a moment before laying the the paper down on a table for a moment and directing his attention back to Zach, "So far I can't complain." he answered lying, because though it was true his brother was not there to pester him, Raziel was still monstrously itching for a bite of something he knew he couldn't take at that moment. "How about you Zach? Anything of interest tonight?" he asked with a slightly dark edge to his tone. |
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Post by QHUINN HALE on Jun 26, 2011 10:59:24 GMT -5
Qhuinn Alistaire Hale [/size][/font] Crap. He'd really done it now, hadn't he? He was used to being hated at home. Most of the time, his family ignored him and when they did have something to say to him they would either look at him with the same cold stare Raziel was giving him - and then they'd do a ritual to 'ward off his ebil' - or they wouldn't look at him at all. It didn't matter if they did or didn't, really. If they addressed him, they did the ritual. He'd lost count of how many times it had been done. This was different though. Qhuinn got the distinct impression Raziel wanted to lay the smacketh down on him, and only reined in his anger because the voices in his head told him to....or because he realized Qhuinn hadn't meant to overstep some invisible boundaries that he hadn't gotten the memo about. He hadn't realized how tense his body had become until it relaxed.
Of course, that calmness lasted for all of two seconds before a certain redhead breezed into the room. Qhuinn knew Zachariah because they were Housemates. He didn't know his dear old dad had been the one that, oh, happened to turn him. It wasn't like he'd gotten the male's name and number before or after the incident. To Qhuinn, it had been all kind of....random. And oh so, 'why me'? Especially after being kicked out. None the less Qhuinn scowled when Zach addressed him and Raziel. He couldn't very well tell the red haired male how he -really- was. Lying through his teeth was the only option. "Great. Just...great. How about you, Zach?"[/color] Raziel's reply to his question was simple enough, and he didn't pry. It wasn't like he particularly wanted to reveal the reasons for his being here for the holidays either. Instead, he focused on the red head. It seemed all eyes were on Zach. No pressure.[/size] |
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