Post by dorcas elaine meadowes on Feb 25, 2011 15:41:22 GMT -5
RESILIENT; PERCEPTIVE; DUBIOUS; NIMBLE; TEMPERATE
i am the walking wounded.
"what i feel has come and gone before... no need to talk it out, we know what its all about. hanging around, nothing to do but frown. rainy days and mondays always get me down." momma always sang me that song when i was feeling blue. she'd say that i had nothing to worry 'bout because things would turn our way soon. she said that there was no use in wasting your life way being dumb and sad. you had to keep your chin up, through all of those rainy days, and keep on looking forward. hope lingered in the air all around her. momma made sure she didn't question the way of things, especially when things were going good...and that didn't happen very often. we lived in a tiny flat, right across the street from the hotel she worked at, as a cleaning lady. she kept her nose out of the business of those fancy folk, and just did her job and moved on. she tried to teach me that too, she tried to stop my multitude of questionings. momma was a firm believer in 'whatcha don't know won't hurt you' but that was one lesson she never passed on to me. i had to know things, and so i found out about my father just one summer before momma died. now i swear on my momma's grave that i'll never trust another soul.
"why don't you come to your senses... come down from your fences, open the gate. you better let somebody love you before it's too late." momma sat me down one night, and she told me everything. i think maybe she knew that she was gonna be gone soon, and it was just weighing on her heart. or maybe she was preparing me for the world ahead of me, as cold as it's turned out to be. her words forever ring in my ears. 'that wickedly charming smile plastered upon his face, and that drink he gave me that just turned my world upside down into the palms of his hands.' who would do such a thing? They attacked the theatres first, followed by the dance halls, but they had the most success in a small pub right in the center of London. Miss Meadowes and her friends were out on the town for a drink and a few laughs, enjoying the young lives they were leading...and when adventure came knocking, they readily opened the door, but they let the wrong sort of men inside. The attackers, they were pure-blood wizards, and their evil sunk deep in their souls. They were what gave a bad name to witchcraft, they were what was wrong with the world. But he had silver eyes, and the most beautiful olive colored skin, paired with an intoxicating love potion hidden in his sleeve. They called the bartender over, bought the girls a special drink, and proceeded to have their fun with those stupid muggles. She watched him with all of the attention she could ever muster up, there was something magical lingering in the air around him. He was able play with her mind, and with her emotions. It was like he smelled of her favorite smells, and he made her feet move effortlessly in dance, like they never had before. He danced her back to her flat, had his final amount of fun, and left her laying naked in bed in the middle of the night. She woke up suddenly, never knowing how he could have left so fast with just a loud bang. After the potion wore off, after her feet stopped dancing, and when her belly started growing she had learned to hate him with a passion that forever went unmatched.
"already i'm so lonesome i could die... so kiss me and smile for me. tell me that you'll wait for me. hold me like you'd never let me go. oh babe i hate to go." my momma died and then they tried to tell me i was a witch. i might have only been eleven, but sir, i wasn't dumb. i wasn't gonna let you waltz into my life and try and whisk me away to some fantasy land. i didn't get fantasy land, i got real land, and that was good enough for me. but some how i still got here, and i am really glad i did. if momma had known about this place, maybe she would have been more willing to ask questions about things, maybe she'd have loved life a little more, after all this place is like a playground and my momma had to grow up way too fast. in a way, i guess i had to grow up fast too. she died in the first week of june and i was sent to an orphanage way on the other side of the city. i had only been there for a couple months and i had to decide what i was gonna believe. well i wasn't gonna believe them, not right away. those last few days in London, i think those were the scariest days of my entire life. i was alone and i was only eleven.
"the answer my friend, is blowing in the wind... how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?" The ministry had been watching her for a while, watching the way she levitated things towards her when they were just out of reach, watching the way she made the grass greener just in front of her flat, they were watching Dorcas since the age of six knowing that when she was old enough she'd be sitting on the train to Hogwarts. It was a difficult situation whenever a child had muggle parents, much had to be done to convince them, but it was even more difficult when those parents were suddenly both gone. London couldn't have a witch running around just any orphanage. They swooped in, memory charmed child services, and took her to a witch orphan nanny across the city for the next two month's of Dorcas' life. She seemed frightened when they told her of her abilities. They all leaned in above her, their faces dancing in grins, as they explained all about Hogwarts and the special type of people that were born with magic flowing through them. The letter was presented, and the next day they brought her to Diagon Alley. i think they were going to fatten me up and eat me, just like those horrid fairy stories. well, i know that it didn't happen that way, but i was scared. all my momma had left me was a few galleons and they took 'em from me and bought me clothes and books and a wand. i didn't believe 'em for one second! i held on to those things til my knuckles were white, and i was gonna sell 'em back if i ever got the chance to get away. i looked..i calculated all of those exit plans and there was no escape. they pushed me through a wall, and i know that some mean people have some nasty tricks. what did they think i'd be so easily fooled by their stupid tricks? obviously kings cross was in on it. and when they sat me down on that train and left me, i thought for sure i could get away but i couldn't find a way out...and the mobs of people just pushed me back onto the train. they looked like me, had the same kinds of clothes on and most were playing with their sticks too. i figured it must be some bad people convincing and stealing this many children! unless they were all orphans, and maybe that's what london did with all the kids they couldn't give off on people. oh it was awful thinking those things, but momma had taught me to never trust no one with a trick up their sleeve. but i rode that train all the way to hogwarts. when i saw the castle against the dark sky and i floated across that great lake, i wanted to believe them...like i was the princess in the story. but i couldn't, i was just too afraid of losing and finding out that momma really was right all along. so i kept looking for a chance to get away, but when we stepped inside, i think i could've turned back and ran but i guess i just didn't see that exit. and then they sat me down on a stool in front of so many smiling faces and i thought that they couldn't possibly brainwash so many kids. and they said i was in hufflepuff and i saw the kids in yellow calling me over and i sat down next to a girl i'd saw on the train. she looked just as worried as me, but not about the same things. amelia bones. i guess you could say that i believed 'em right then. i knew i was witch.
"together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail... noble kings and princes would bow when ere they came. pirate ships would lower their flags when puff roared out his name." so here i am now as a seventh year. i've got some notable qualities, well some people say so. i can't conjure a good patronous and my professor told me i didn't really need to. i can do divination's really well, that's my favorite class. i think momma would think it wasn't very practical but mommas gone. i'm handy with charms, and i think my wand is to be thanked for that one. it's 11 inches of hazel wood with unicorn tail hair. i mean wow, unicorns! well they tell me its kind of common, but i'm still proud. and i'm a little bit of a seer. laugh all you want i believe in myself, i'll make a prophecy someday.
EXPERIENCE four years
CONTACT girlgeek42@live.com
MEMBER TITLE desperado
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: hufflepuff
HAIR COLOR: black
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OTHER CHARACTERS severus snape, rita skeeter, kevin willis, olivia mckinnon, and philip valter
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Ryan was talking about Lily. Lily Evans. A conversation subject Severus did like to keep quiet. Listening patiently as the boy kept going, seeming to change his mind half way through the monologue. "You talked to Lily about her love life...?" Severus blurted out, completely confused as to how she even became the subject matter at all. His face was growing red, and his hands were shaking more from the figure of her that popped into his head than from the potion he just messed up by stirring one to many times. Oh of all that's righteous! he scolded himself and slammed his hand on the desk before him. The ruined potion splashed up and out of the cauldron and dissolved before his eyes. Frustrated and confused, Severus gazed back over at Ryan. His black eyes scanned him up and down, and he put one arm out grabbed the potions he had handed over to Ryan and took them back. "I wasn't planning anything!" he shouted. Sure his voice had reached a tone he didn't mean to reach, but that's what girls tended to do to him.
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