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Post by Charlie Smith on Aug 19, 2011 17:06:13 GMT -5
Charlie wandered through the small village, peering into the shops she had been in so many times. Hogsmeade was charming and sweet, but by her 7th year she wanted to roam around the wizarding world, not a small village next to her school. She couldn't wait to leave, not because she disliked school, simply because it would give her some freedom.
She had left her group of friends at the joke shop, promising to meet them in the three broomsticks in around an hour. That had been ten minutes ago.
Charlie loved her friends to bits, but sometimes she needed to get away from them.
Her hair was hanging loosely around her face and she wore a leather jacket over her top, preferring muggle clothes when she had the choice.
Charlie followed a winding path down toward the Shrieking Shack, pausing by the gates she rested her hands on the cold iron and looked through. Nothing there. Same as always.
Still, it was peaceful and no one was ever nearby, the locals too scared to go near and the Hogwarts students had seen it all before.
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Post by scabior on Aug 21, 2011 19:12:47 GMT -5
Most of the time Scabior lived in London. He had no interest in going anywhere near the postcard village or revisiting Hogwarts for normal purposes. Why was he here then? On business of course, business of the sort that should not be discussed lest he be sent off to Azkaban again. Yes again.
Sighing, the young man stepped out into a damp and narrow back alley, closing the door of a rather shady looking shack behind him. He moved away, hoping to be left unoccupied for the present twenty minutes to have a break from everything. Maybe something new would present itself. He skirted around buildings, sticking to the small and winding dirt roads of the village where he passed nobody. However, he walked causally, figuring there was no point in keeping his head down when he was doing such a crappy job of looking inconspicuous, as always.
Scabior wasn't paying attention to where he was going, but in time he looked it up to find the last buildings behind him and the shrieking shack in the distance. He kept on walking anyway, what the hell. As he got closer he saw in more detail the figure of the girl who was already there. He couldn't see her face because she was looking out at the view but she seemed young. Grinning a little to himself, he approached her quite suddenly from behind, wrapping one hand around the fence next to her.
"Hello beautiful. Strange place for you to be, eh?" |
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Post by Charlie Smith on Aug 22, 2011 5:39:31 GMT -5
Charlie hadn't been concentrating on the world around her, she had been lost in her thoughts, so when a hand appeared next to her and a voice spoke very close to her, she jumped. She twisted her body round to face the man, one hand pulling out her wand and pointing it at him. She could duel fairly well, but not when she was this close to someone, he could just snatch her wand from her hand. The man looked quite young, but it was hard to tell under all the grime and make up he wore. Charlie was strong enough, she could beat a lot of the people at school in a fight, but this was a fully grown man who already had her pinned against a gate.
"Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
She frowned in disgust as he called her 'beautiful' and tried to lean back, away from him.
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Post by scabior on Aug 25, 2011 19:57:27 GMT -5
The girl's words prompted Scabior to smile dangerously at her. He leaned in closer when she leaned back, appearing to completely ignore her drawn wand. So she was a feisty one. That was just perfect. He was sure that she would be no match for him if she tried to fight him. A trained Dark wizard versus a schoolgirl, the winner of that was clear. Even if she didn't have a uniform it was easy to assume she was a Hogwarts student, the main town was full of them today. Yet she was still old enough to be of interest to him. Jynx was still young enough for her first one or two years at the school to have overlapped with his last. Maybe he had tripped her down the stairs in her first year, he wouldn't remember. The young kids were nothing more than annoying.
"Why, I'm just someone who wants to be with you." he replied in his soft voice, tilting his head to look at her, but there was malicious mischief in his eyes. In his boredom and search for a distraction it had not escaped his attention that she really was beautiful.
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Post by Charlie Smith on Aug 29, 2011 20:09:01 GMT -5
Her blood pounded through her veins as she realized how close he really was to her, there was maybe one step between them. She was still clutching her wand, but she knew it was useless, he could easily over power her in a duel and in physical fighting she had no chance. Perhaps if he had approached while she was out in the open, she could have fended him off, but she was pressed up against a surprisingly strong fence with no obvious route of escape.
"Yeah, well sorry love, but I don't wanna be with you...Ok?"
She tried to keep the tremor from her voice and she mostly succeeded, but her erratic breathing and the fear in her eyes had to be giving her away.
She did, however, on the last word, raise one hand and push at him sharply, trying to get the message across to him that he was not welcome here. Somehow she suspected he wouldn't care.
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Post by scabior on Aug 30, 2011 9:42:03 GMT -5
All her words succeeded in doing was getting him to laugh darkly at her. The only person's wants he cared about were his own. None of the girl's struggles or anything she said would get him to go away so soon. He wasn't planning on murdering her or anything, but he'd leave when he got bored and not a second before. So no, as expected he was thinking that was not okay.
"Maybe okay for you, but I say different." he said and leaned in closer, completely ignoring her push and obvious fear and aversion. Then in one swift movement he had wrenched the wand out of her hand and it disappeared into the pocket where he kept his own. Just to be safe, and make her even more uneasy. |
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Post by Charlie Smith on Sept 1, 2011 17:11:01 GMT -5
Charlie felt weak without her wand, she felt like a part of her had been stolen away. She took a small step back, pressing herself against the fence, desperately trying to move away from him. Her hands were clenched around the posts of the gate and her breathing was shallow.
His face was close to hers now, even though she had tried to move away as much as she could, it was still too close for comfort.
"What do you want with me?"
Her words were quiet, no waver in her voice, just fear undercut with anger.
Her hair was flowing around her face in the breeze and she could feel the rough wood of the fence digging painfully into her skin.
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Post by scabior on Sept 2, 2011 12:37:06 GMT -5
Scabior continued to smile malevolently at her as he watched her, taking in her desperate anger and the weakness and fear behind it. It was in times like these where it was such a pity that magical people relied so much on that alone. He took a step closer, pressing her even further against the fence. Beautiful. Pushing people around had always been a talent of his.
People of his mindset were like dementors. He drew satisfaction from the way he was making her feel, especially now that so many people seemed to try to push him around. It was wonderful to stand and watch other people suffer, to be the one causing that suffering, for a change. Not that he was crazy or anything, except in the wicked best of ways. Boredom and resentfulness had their effects. As for how far he would take this...
"Anything you can give, hun." Then, figuring it was about time to actually do something rather than simply threaten her with words alone, he leaned down suddenly and kissed her roughly on the lips, matching her struggles. |
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Post by Charlie Smith on Sept 2, 2011 18:33:59 GMT -5
Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, the anger inside her bubbling away as she thought of the sick man who was pressing her against the fence and trapping her, playing with her. Her teeth were gritted together in frustration at her lack of power, Charlie hated not being in control and she hated being too weak to take control. She had put her body weight behind the shoe but it hadn't been enough, she knew it would be. Charlie wasn't stupid, she had never had any space to move, to get in a position where she could attack him.
She shuddered at his words, flinching away from the tone of his voice, the words cutting to her heart and making her freeze with fear.
Then suddenly his lips were on her's, rough and harshly pressed against her's as he kissed her. The shock of the action momentarily made her pause and not react, for at least 30 seconds she was still, letting him do whatever he wanted. Then the moment passed and she tried to struggle away from his kiss, her hands reaching to try and push him away, her whole body trying to move him away from her, unintentionally pressing her body forward against his.
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Post by scabior on Sept 20, 2011 18:53:22 GMT -5
Forcing a kiss on this stranger, it was a release for all the anger and greed that was always simmering inside him. It was a good amount of time for that sort of thing before he drew back, unrelated to her protests, although of course he felt them. That was the flaw that made things better, but he had to remind her that she couldn't get away with it. That wouldn't do.
"Now, now." He reached out a hand to mockingly touch her soft cheek, before securing his grip on the fence around her once again, moving forward so that their bodies were touching even with her back pressed against the fence. Overpowering and ignoring her struggles, he titled his head a little, letting her push for a few seconds.
"I wouldn't be doing that if I was you. But that wasn't so bad, now was it?" His tone was that of menace, of course. There must be desire in her too, and although that was probably not true it all, it was really too bad, because he didn't care and would treat her as if there was. Scabior could beat her up and torture her badly, even kill her and just walk away if he wanted. It sure wouldn't be the first time he'd done either of those things to someone. He'd slip away when finished with her without a second thought. |
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Post by Scarlett Rosen on Oct 10, 2011 15:40:57 GMT -5
She was shuddering beneath his strong body, arms still trying to uselessly push backwards against him. After a minute they fell to the side as she panted softly, her teeth gritted in anger and fear.
"No!" She snarled at him, trying to twist her head away from him, but finding his grip too strong.
She could feel his hot breath on her pale skin and it made her shudders only increase beneath her thin clothes. SHe gave a final struggle but found herself still unable to move, pinned against the fence with what seemed like not way of escaping from whatever this man wanted to do to her.
And whatever it was she was terrified of it, he could rape her and leave her for dead. Or save himself the trouble and just kill her then and there.
"Why me?"
She growled at him, trying not to sound scared.
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Post by scabior on Oct 13, 2011 10:08:07 GMT -5
Scabior gave a harsh laugh, cruel and grating against the chill and empty air. How sweet, she was still trying to fight. All of her efforts to hide her fear, which weren't quite as fail as he would have expected, only drew attention to it. He could practically smell her fear mixed in with her fire, and it was a delightful scent.
"It's not like I chose you, foolish girl. There's nobody here but us.. you were here, and I'm here now. So let's carry on, shall we?"
While all of this was quite entertaining, and verbal threats were always quite fun, there would be a point to say 'enough talk'. It would be a shame to approach this poor pretty thing just to talk to her.. it wouldn't live up to his reputation, or satisfy his desires at all. Time to get to the point. He wondered if he would kill her in the end after all. It was completely unnecessary, and he wanted to stay low and not stir up trouble, so of course he couldn't since he valued his own life and freedom; yet it was nice to at least think about defying that and the panic it would stir up at the school. |
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Post by Charlie Smith on Oct 13, 2011 16:33:51 GMT -5
"Then...Then why not leave and find some other girl...there are plenty of other prettier girls out there..."
God she hated herself for saying those words, for trying to convince him to hurt another human being instead of her. Her mind tried to reason that if he did leave her then she could try and find help, but in her heart she knew that she just didn't want it to be her, it could be anyone but her.
She closed her eyes, her breathing ragged, causing her chest to heave as she tried to control herself and keep herself calm.
Her leather jacket didn't seem like enough protection over her thin top as she shivered beneath it. Her fingers had locked into his own clothes, from where he had tried to push him away and had frozen up in fear.
"Stop...Stop talking like that, just get on with it...or whatever."
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Post by scabior on Oct 16, 2011 20:08:28 GMT -5
OOC: Assuming you don't actually want Charlie to be raped, I was thinking for a third character to come and save her?
"Oh, I will get on with it. You're good enough for now. I'm not going anywhere yet." he leaned down even closer to her as he spoke, breathing into her face to make her squirm even more. Of course there were prettier girls out there, but it was the same as he just said, they weren't here. And there was always time for all of them later. Jynx, as it appeared, had no morals whatsoever. Anyway, getting on with it was a very good idea indeed. He licked his lips slowly as he fixed her with a freezing stare. Anxious, was she? So was he.. |
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Post by Charlie Smith on Nov 13, 2011 11:09:03 GMT -5
OOC - Yeah, I don't want her to actually get raped, but I want him to get quite far then we'll drag another character in...Maybe Lucius ironically saves her??? I dunno.
Charlie winced, he was so close. She couldn't do anything, even breathing hurt her chest and her nails were pressing so hard into her palms that she was sure they would draw blood soon. She was still leaning as far away from him as possible, but it was little use, he was so close, his body pressing up against hers, his fingers holding her still. She was shuddering violently, small, salty tears running down her cheeks and her breathing was dangerously erratic.
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