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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Sept 16, 2007 16:47:14 GMT -5
 I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...Screaming. Was it screaming? Was she hearing right? The pages were blank, but a face of horror looked back at her with crying eyes. Her hand raised to touch the face of the opaque visionary; and how it was cold. Her hand retracted instantly as she felt her fingertips go numb. The blistering cold hung on her shoulders like a fiery fiend that would never let go. Never let go. Let me go, she pleaded. She started to feel a sickening twist in her stomach as her view began contorting. It was fading away. Though she was relieved the cold was leaving, a sadness replaced the void. A bitter sorrow sweltering inside her, and she begged for the person to not leave her alone. Alone. It was getting worse, the knot in her stomach. The darkness began creeping back like a common vermin. Again the bottom of her hope fell out and she was once again filled with that prickling fear. Screaming, she could still hear it. But who did it belong to? Was it her? It couldn't be....
She woke with a start, neck damp with the sweat that had been building on her from the torment of her nightmare. She had had that same one many times, and every time it made her feel so hopeless. But them she was reunited with reality. He was gone, and never coming back. She grunted irritably as she lifted her light-weight body from her bed. Carefully placing her bear feet on the cold floor of night, and gingerly walking over to her jacket, to not disturb her fellow Slytherins. Everyone had nightmares, it was just that hers hit home a little farther. She placed her hand on the back of her neck, and wiped the damp beads of, then disgustedly flicked them off of her hand. She reached around blindly for a hair-tie or rubber band to tie up her mass of hair. When her prying found nothing, she grabbed the ivory lined brush and combed out her hair. A little frizzy, but at least it felt better.
She then grabbed her black hoodie, and placed it over night shirt. She didn't bother putting on sweats, as she already had green and silver shorts on. Though it was chilly at this time of night, she wasn't going to expend too much energy on clothing, because if anyone else was by chance up at this hour, they probably didn't look like a movie star either. She made her way around all the beds and items of value; her navy blue eyes at this time of the day, finally focusing to the lack of light. She tip-toed down the stairs, and made her way to the couches. The fire was dull, so she grabbed a log of wood, and tossed it in, sending sparks flying in every direction. She could have easily used a charm, but she had left her wand upstairs. Such an act of ignorance has become a common thing to her. Her mind getting easily distracted from the easiest of things.
After she was satisfied with the flare, she grabbed an old chair and scooted it up to a comfortable distance from the inferno. She sighed and placed her head on her hand, while wondering still yet whether or not she should go back to sleep. She was such a peculiar Slytherin, not being obnoxious or boisterous, but carrying an edge of defiance. Such would be the reason why many didn't value her company, and in turn made her weary of others. It was truly a viscious cycle, as she pondered whether she was in the mood for company or not.
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Post by brett on Sept 17, 2007 8:49:22 GMT -5
It started with a sharp pain in Regulus Black's side. Not a metaphorical pain, but an actual pain stinging and tingly...and warm? Regulus reached to his side where the pain was coming from, but his eyes had seen it first. A warm pool of blood was trickling from a wound...and the knife that had caused it still protruded from his side. Where it had come from was a question Reg didn't have time to worry about. He could feel the cold metal inside him.
Had it struck his intestines? Was he supposed to pull the knife out? It was becoming comfortable, like an awkward part of his body that just didn't fit. The bloodstain on his white t-shirt was rather large now, but again this was something Reg could concern himself with later. As he continued his debate to remove the knife or not, the blade faded away, as if it had integrated into Reg's body, and with nothing to support it the hilt fell away and hit the floor causing sparks.
Without the knife to distract him Reg could now feel that he was quite nauseous. Unfortunately if he did attempt to vomit his heart would be forced out of the spot in his throat it had moved to in effort to escape the blood which was now staining the waist of his pants as well. Things became dizzy and Reg felt he was about to pass out...he could feel himself beginning to fall.
Jolt upright in his bed to keep from falling over it took Regulus a moment to realize he was no longer dreaming...or nightmaring...if that was even a word. He reached to his side to be sure, but as would be suspect there was no mark, though he did feel a slight tingling as if to tell him the experience had been more than 'just a dream' ....nonsense of course. The familiar cool sweat had taken it's place on his forehead and neck. He did his best to wipe it away as he climbed out of bed. It was his own fault for foolishly slipping of into sleep, how many times was he going to make that same mistake.
Even as Reg walked towards the commonroom reviewing his dream he could tell something was different tonight, but he couldn't place it. Where had the knife come from...? It was the fire pit that caught him first as he entered the commonroom. He considered going back to put more clothes on as he was left in nothing but a pair of silky emerald shorts that reached to just above his knees. Instead momentum carried him forward, so what if someone else was here? He was in good shape, if not a little skinny, but certainly nothing he felt the need to cover up.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs he saw who his company was for the first time. Ravenna Myriad was a friend of his, a cute friend at that, but..."What are you doing up?" Regulus said speaking his next thought aloud. He was curious. If she was studying she had forgotten her books. Perhaps he wasn't the only one with trouble sleeping.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Sept 18, 2007 14:56:27 GMT -5
 I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...Shaken, she caught the end of a question that was directed as someone. Before answering vibrantly, she looked around…why the bloody hell was she in a class in the middle of the night? She then twitched her head around, to see the cackling fire, lapping up the burning embers. Ah yes, she was in the Slytherin common room, courtesy of her being the Slytherin Junkie - and more importantly, she had company. Who she saw didn’t disappoint her as it could have if it were a more irrational serpent, but Regulus Black, the soft little snake didn’t seem like a hindrance. Instead she beamed a little at the chance for some enjoyable company. He was defiantly the man-whore as she would like to refer to him, since just about every girl swooned his way; but she had something right now that nobody could have, especially not Indigo - Reg in nothing but thin shorts.
If it weren’t for such a severe dose of insomnia, she might have laughed a loud bark, but instead chuckled a little at his lack of clothing. Of course she wasn’t overly dressed either in some short night shorts and a hoodie that nearly covered her whole. She smiled in a curve, revealing her nicely white pearls, but in more of a friendly gesture than a hostile one. What are you doing up?" Was all he mustered to speak; but it didn’t bother her, as conversation can only be short with two sleepy students. ”Can’t sleep.” Was her response, in her thick Germanic accent. If you’ve never heard her speak, it would most certainly catch you off guard. For such a feminine feature, she had a heavy voice, but still the voice of a girl.
She figured he had come down here for the same reasons, unless walking around in his shorts was a sheer hobby of his. Regardless, she pulled another chair with her free hand, and pushed it up by her. He could put it specifically where he wanted, but at least she made the gesture, as she patted the empty seat. Her smile only grew to that of a delirious Slytherin, but all in all inviting. It was uncommon for her to open up so much to other students, especially her own house since her differences are so great from theirs. But Reg just had that personality you had to look twice at. And he gave her a chance, that’s all she’s ever wanted, and so she has been a loyal friend. Not to mention, he is the rather easy to look at Slytherin captain.
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Post by brett on Sept 18, 2007 16:34:38 GMT -5
Reg nodded, unable or unwilling to form words at the moment. Flashes from the dream haunted him. It had been different from the others. For one there was no setting, everything had been white. That alone had made it more dream like, yet he felt his presence fully. Felt the stab of the knife and the warm trickle of blood that followed. "Guess that makes to of us," he said finding his voice along with a hint of his charming smile.
"Sorry if I'm under dressed," Reg said plopping down into the chair beside Ravenna's. His legs hadn't liked the idea of supporting his weight when they should still be resting in the comfort of his bed. "Didn't think anyone else would be up," he added watching the flames dance in the fire pit before glancing back to Ravenna. It was strange how her voice didn't really fit her appearance. You got used to it pretty quickly though...at least Reg had.
Unfortunately Ravenna's voice wasn't the only thing some of the other Slytherins seemed to find strange about her. Actually Reg thought was included in that group, he just didn't mind her being strange, it was actually one of the more appealing things about her. Not to say Reg didn't like the typical Slytherins, two of them were his cousins who he loved, but he liked to think of himself as an outsider (seemed a better name than loner) so he would gravitate to other outsiders.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Sept 23, 2007 15:37:11 GMT -5
 I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...Her suspicions confirmed that she wasn’t the only restless one at this time of night. Instead of letting it go, she wondered whether he just couldn’t sleep because of a busy working mind, or if he too could be haunted by a nightmare. Rubbish. Besides, no matter how much she wanted to believe she was just as normal as everyone else, they probably didn’t have reoccurring nightmares of their dead father. Just thinking of his name pained her stomach a little, as her hands involuntarily went rest on her stomach. It was very possible to cause physical pain by thinking it, even though some didn’t believe in it.
"Sorry if I'm under dressed,". She only chuckled at his statement, while looking out the window for a minute. Her gaze then returned to her company. It was funny how she found it easier to talk to the guys, rather than the other female Slytherins. They always seemed to melodramatic for her liking, since she preferred calm with the occasional burst, rather than being on a constant sugar trip. Of course it took being comfortable with who you were to just strike up a conversation with someone. This may be why so many just stared at her in horror for her absurd muggle styles, while she just smiled and made her walk down the fame alley. Being different from the average was just her thing; and many got used to it.
”Yeah, I’ve been having some serious nightmares. I figured sleeping with one eye open would be pointless, so I just came down here to clear my head.” It surprised her how much actually came out of her mouth. She was certain he wouldn’t want to hear about her nightmares, and could just about kick herself at this point for even bringing it up. Instead of such an irrational choice, she just slumped in her chair a little, while picking up her feet and propping them on the nearby table. It was splendidly comfortable, as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. She then looked over at Reg, and smiled. ”Whats your excuse?” It was a sightly thing how the lack of sleep could mess with people.
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Post by brett on Sept 23, 2007 21:55:24 GMT -5
"I don't suppose it would have, unless you were afraid the dream was gonna pop out of the closet and attack to you," Regulus smirked. He enjoyed taking a small stab at his friends logic. Not to mention he mocked his own problems so often it became almost instinctive to do the same to the problems of others. He let out a long yawn streching out his arms and legs best he could given his position in the chair.
"Been having trouble sleeping lately," Regulus shrugged as if his late nights were just a big a mystery to him as they were to Ravenna. There was no need to reveal why he couldn't sleep far as he could see. And with nothing for him to gain it would be little more than a waste of words. Besides Reg wasn't too keen to recount the nightmare. No, pretending it never happened seemed more his style.
A silence filled the room. "Did you wanna talk about your nightmare?" Regulus offered figuring just because he preferred to bury his problems didn't mean Ravenna had to. The least he could do was be a good friend, after all wasn't that what their house was all about? 'Slytherin you'll find your true friends there' hadn't the sorting hat said something along those lines? In any case he was awake and at a loss for other topics.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Sept 26, 2007 14:57:33 GMT -5
 I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...She just shrugged, a little put-off by his joking, even though he didn’t mean anything offensive by it. She really had been on a hair-pin trigger lately, and for all the shit she was dealing with, she managed to not look disheveled on a regular basis. If fact, she couldn’t even say the Slytherin common room was a place for sanctuary, since the majority would raise an eyebrow and scowl at her if she even wept a tear. Sometimes the snake league deserved the coldness given to them by the other houses, but in truth, it was a creation of their views that shaped and molded the cruel snakes. If they weren’t expected to be so ruthless, would they ever be so hard on themselves?
But instead of feeding the pity-party, she shrugged the thought off with the slightest of interest. She twirled a loose end of bright pink hair around her finger while looking into the flames. Lately her hair had been more of a violet color, so to see it a more positive hue gave her a little bubble of hope. It’s funny how she, without even thinking about it, changes the shades of her eyes and hair to fit her mood. Her eyes are sometimes easy to read, and other times impossible. And her hair was even more cryptic, though the brighter, the better.
When he asked her if she wanted to elaborate on her dream, she looked over and laughed with a cynical ‘nice try’. She figured he was just prodding at her, or poking more humor her direction, which she really didn’t need at the moment. Plus, she kept to herself rather nicely. She rarely told others what really was happening inside that brain of hers, let alone, the feeling that he might blab to another student about her deranged visions. But when she looked at his face again, she got the feeling, he wasn’t messing with her. Guilt swelled up like a balloon for snapping at her friend. ”Sorry Reg, I’ve just been a litte…out of sorts lately.”
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Post by brett on Sept 27, 2007 10:38:36 GMT -5
Regulus shrugged, if perhaps he was more awake and hadn't just unintentionally mocked his friend he may have been offended. The circumstances however allowed him to easily forgive Ravenna to the point that he wasn't sure the apology was necessary. Then again being in Slytherin you get used to no one apologizing for anything. "No problem," Reg said deciding he should acknowledge the apology verbally.
"If you wanna talk about anything I'm here and awake enough to listen," Regulus added after a moment. He figured he would keep the door to conversation open in case Ravenna decided she wanted to get something off her chest without the judgment she may receive from one of their other house mates. Reg turned his attention back to the fire watching the flames dance hypnotically in the pit. His hand was still over his imaginary wound and he began to rub it half expecting to find a gash or even a blade, but there was nothing but the pale skin of his stomach.
Regulus again considered discussing his strange dream, but once again talked himself out of it. His dreams were his and it was already fading only the dropping handle remained in his mind. Had that been symbolic in someway? What had it looked like? there were markings, some sort of engraving or design, but he couldn't make anything out. too much time had passed and the image was blurred. Why couldn't these things ever be easy?
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Sept 30, 2007 17:42:15 GMT -5
 I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...She took in his words with a grain of salt. It was uncommon for the Slytherin folk to apologize and even more obscure for them to forgive you. But this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for Reg. Even though he was of some of the purest blood and related to some extremes; he had a side of rationality that others lacked. She just nodded her head and looked away for a minute, watching the flame. It wasn’t fizzled out yet, but give it time, and like everything else, it just fades away. It would burn out, lose it's color and be forgotten. She sighed at her own depressing thoughts, but not everyone was exactly going through her crisis. To each his own, but hers was a burden.
When he asked again if there was something she needed to get off her chest, her whole mind paused. So did he really want to know or care, or was this just another historical sign of politeness. She wasn’t about to tell him her dream if it was for the bemusing of staying awake. But she decided to take that risk and open up herself for a brief moment. It wouldn’t be enough for him to use against her, but maybe enough for her to feel a little sane again. She has never really been a 'bubbly' person, per say. Instead of pesimistic or optimistic, she believed in realistic. So tonight was just a downer, but or less boring and meaningless, but all the same she was alive. That was more than she could say about her dream's star character.
”It was a dream about my dad. It seemed so real, but it can be.” She just stopped, dead tracks and waited. No one, save a few, knew about her father’s passing. It was like kryptonite she wasn’t willing to give to someone else. Her eyes noticed his current obsession with rubbing his side like something was just going to pop out of it. Her eyebrow arched as she looked expectantly over at him for his explanation. There was defiantly some strange about him as well, and perhaps he should be the one explaining.
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Post by brett on Sept 30, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5
((lol I just noticed both characters have the same location))
"I know the feeling," Reg responded being pulled from his own thoughts by Ravenna's voice. Watching her eyes he became suddenly aware of what his hand had been doing and stopped immediately. He needed to stop obsessing about that stupid dream. It didn't mean anything it was just a dream after all. And he now also became aware that he had just revealed he had realistic dreams to Ravenna, he really needed to remember never to have conversations when he was tired.
"But like you said they can't be real...I mean neither of us have left the school," Reg said for his own benefit as much as for Ravenna's. She couldn't have gone to visit her father...well technically she could have, but it would have been a rather large to do and wouldn't she remember that. And the only way her father could have gotten into the castle at this time of night was if her were a ghost. As for Reg, his dream hadn't seemed to take place anywhere, just a white room, with no definable dimensions, so surely he couldn't have been there and they both clearly just had over active imaginations.
Regulus stared down at his hand which was still now, but still resting on his imaginary wound. "Do you ever feel pain in your dreams?" he asked a bit out of the blue looking up at Ravenna. It wasn't completely random as they were on the subject of dreams and the question pertained directly to his, yet he doubted it was what Ravenna would have been expecting him to say. Part of him wanted to prod more into Ravenna's dream about her father and stay far away from the subject of his dream. But a larger part had grown curious as to just how realistic Ravenna's dreams were.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Oct 1, 2007 15:17:05 GMT -5
I know that you will love someone; but that someone isn't me...
A short chortle escaped her mouth as he quickly moved his hands away from the obvious reasoning of his dream. Of course she didn't know what the fetish had to do with his stomach, and was fairly certain he wasn't going to elaborate. "Don't worry, i'm not going to think you're a strange one just for caressing your stomach." She laughed again in that fit of delirium. She should try harder to refrain from saying something idiotic, but hey, she was only human. She only nodded when he confirmed that neither one of them left the castle. It was true that her dream couldn't be real, but it just felt like he was there, she felt his hand. It was so cold. Reminding her bleakly that so was he now...probably six feet under on a L.A. gravesite that would one day be forgotten and built over.
It horrified her how harsh her thoughts were, but she knew very well that her damned mother would try as hard as she could to try and erase fifteen years of her father. But no matter how hard she tried, Ravenna would never forget. The day she graduated from Hogwarts, her first stop would be to America to find her father's gravesite, and give him the recognition and love that her mother didn't allow, and her father deserved. It seemed that both Reg and Ravenna had somethign eating at them, though they were extremely different from one another...or were they?
She was a little startled by his question, very random, but she was quick to pick up the meaning. She was a very sharp girl for picking out special details not always meant for others to understand. Did she feel pain in her dreams? Of course she felt the emotional, but she had the feeling he meant physical. "Umm...well. I don't know about pain, but it felt like it was real. I touched his hand and it was damned cold." Again she would have loved to beat herself for letting her tongue slip like that. Now it would most certainley sound like a personal trouble which she was trying to hide. She just watched him to see what direction the conversation would go.
OOC || Haha, thats funny XD
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Post by brett on Oct 1, 2007 22:15:34 GMT -5
Reg tossed Ravenna a light smile, "Why should you, when there are so many better ones?" Reg thought himself strange so it didn't bother him if other people saw him that way as well. Actually sometimes it bothered him, but Ravenna wasn't the most normal girl herself so why not try to relate over the strangeness that they seemed to share. His biggest worry that his strange desire to caress himself would raise question in Ravenna's mind that she may ask and he would answer these questions thereby sharing a dream he did not want to share.
Ravenna hadn't quite given him the answer he had hoped for but it was something. She could feel heat changes, but no pain. Of course it seemed that whatever her dream was wouldn't have involved pain. Alright so he would put that down as a maybe. So, now where did he take his questioning? Inquire about the dream? Tell her his? Random change of subject? He would need to pick something.
"Interesting," was the word that escaped Reg's mouth. He was using it mostly as a filler while he tried to decide where the conversation should go. "I guess that's kinda similar...what was the dream like?" Reg asked the words flowing gently from his mouth, making his decision for him. The fact that she had a sense of touch and of cold intrigued him and really when he asked the question he had meant it in the respect of any other unusual sensations, which didn't necessarily include a full description of the dream.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Oct 2, 2007 14:52:58 GMT -5
She grinned at his reply; knowing all too well that he was right. There were far more stranger ones at Hogwart’s or even the wizarding community in general. She herself was the typical imagery of what some pictured witches to look like, but could even stand out in a muggle suburb as well. So in all honesty, she really had no room to be talking. But his movements still intrigued her. It made her wonder if her evasiveness also gave him the same wondering, or quite possibly he didn’t care at all. Still, in the back of her mind, she had a feeling this was something he just wasn’t wanting to put on the table for her to know about. What dream could be so disturbing that he avoided telling details at all? Of course it only naturally made her want to find out more, but she respected his privacy .
His mind seemed to be ticking, as she wasn’t sure if he was satisfied with her answer to his question. Of course, the prying picked back up, when he asked for details. Did he want to know about her dream, or just the reality and emotions that came with it. Naturally guarded, she waited a minute, picking out her words carefully, before ‘hmm-ing’’. She decided to turn the question on him, before answering directly. ”Kinda similar? As in your dream provoked an affliction of pain or just a sensation?”
She rather liked how it was turned to him, but also felt she should answer him. Though still evasive. ”My dream was nothing you’d understand Reg, no offense. “ She paused on her words, as she thought how cold that probably sounded. ”But I didn’t feel pain, as in a flesh wound or bruise. It was a feeling I got. I touched my dad’s hand, and it was bloody cold, but I woke in a dead sweat… Her words trailed incoherently, unsure if that really helped him in any way.
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Post by brett on Oct 3, 2007 16:10:47 GMT -5
"It was pain, as real as I would feel now, but it was gone when I woke up, like seeing my surroundings let my body know that my brain was just messing with me," Regulus said trying to explain. He kept his eyes away from Ravenna staring abstractly at the shadows cast by th fire. It was more comforting to believe she wasn't there and he was just thinking out loud. It was stupid, but it allowed him to reveal this piece of information.
Regulus was still determined to keep the rest of his dreams content hidden. He wasn't sure why, but it just felt like this wasn't the type of dream you told people about. You start telling people your getting stabbed in your dreams and they'll start throwing out explanations as to what that's supposed to mean. Which would have worked fine, except Reg didn't trust other peoples opinions. He wanted to know what it meant, but he would need to figure that out for himself.
It was a little hard not to take offense to Ravenna's first comment, but Slytherins weren't exactly the first to share anything personal. Besides it wasn't like Reg was offering up the contents of his dream either so there was really no solid base for him to get upset. "I dunno maybe there not that similar, but it just seems like we both felt things that made our dreams seem like more than just dreams," Reg said figuring there may not be as much of a connection as he hoped. "...it's just weird," he added almost to himself though the comment should have been directed towards Ravenna. Once again Reg was slipping back into his own thoughts.
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Post by Siobhan Saavik on Oct 13, 2007 19:30:36 GMT -5
She just nodded and closed her eyes. She had been acting so strange lately. She desperately needed some change, but it wasn’t coming soon enough for her. All she could do is sit and wait, on whether Reg was going to explain his dream or just leave the conversation off with another awkward pause. Seeming as his voice trailed, so did her mind. Her lids were so heavy, so all she could do was let them stay where they were, no harm could be done right?
She though about where this conversation was headed, and it appeared to her that both of them were tricky and smart. You just don’t go around talking about personal information, because it will eventually be spat back in your face. She began to get a tingling feeling along her arms. For a second she thought her arm was falling asleep with the rest of her body, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her skin shaking quite violently. She had been so attuned to their conversation, that she didn’t even realize how cold she was getting.
Was it just from her lack of adaptation in weather, or thinking about her dream? Or was she slowly becoming so delusional, that nothing made sense? ”Yeah, I guess it’s weird, but like I said before, mine can’t be real. My dad’s dead.” The words just rolled off her tongue, and by now, she didn’t even care. Maybe it was better to just let someone know. Then at least it wouldn’t be so carefully bottled in her emotions.
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