Post by caiden on May 24, 2011 19:28:10 GMT -5
OOC: I give myself permission to break my own rule.
BIC: One would think that, after multiple attempts ending in failure, the fifth year would have given up trying to teach himself how to apparate and instead wait until his next year for the class the school gave on it. But no, he doggedly continued his quest, not giving half a damn what part of his body got left behind with each attempt. It was partly because his pain threshold was through the roof, but mostly because Caiden wanted some way to show off in front of his peers. Nothing was quite as satisfying as going "Ey, look what I can do that you can't!" Oh yes, that would be sweet indeed. Sweeter than fairy floss.
As it stood, though, he had yet to have a single apparation without splinching himself. He was lucky in that the wounds tended to be minor. A lost eyebrow (that had just been funny), a piece of an ear sliced out (he could totally make jokes about being half elf now), fingernails going AWOL (again, hilarious), so on. This last splinch was perhaps the worst, having made his right palm look like someone had scooped flesh from it. His finger bones showed through in some places, just to clarify how damn much it should have hurt. But as Caiden made his way to the Hospital Wing yet again, he couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face.
He'd been able to apparate into the next room over!
This was quite an achievement, even if it did come hand in palmless hand with his worst splinching to date. Thus, he didn't look even a little crestfallen. Instead, he walked with a slight bounce in his step, red bandanna tied around his injured hand to stifle the bleeding. He was even whistling a little, the silly Aussie. Had it not been for his trusty parrot, he probably wouldn't have noticed the boys sitting outside the Hospital wing. "G'day, mothafuckah!" Cracker cawed as she flapped her wings, beating Caiden upside the head and prompting him to open his eyes. "Bloody hell, Crackah, mind those wings of yahs!" he scolded, quickly petting his bird on the chest when he saw that said scolding had made her shrink away. "Oh come off it, yah know I'm crazy abou' yah."
That seemed to lift her spirits a bit, leaving Caiden to investigate who she had been greeting. A pair of boys, one close to Caiden's age and the other a bit younger. The former was sitting against the wall, bawling his eyes out while the latter was laying on a bench with steam coming out of his ears. What a sight, the pair of them. "Strangah things every day, I sweah," he murmured as he scratched his head and approached the boys. He'd speak up to the boy on the bench. "Oughtn't yah be on the othah side'a that door, mate? Nurse can't do yah much good if yah're outtah her terri'try."
Upon closer inspection, he saw the Gryffindor emblem on the crying boy's robe. Well how about that, a Gryffie crying! Not something you saw every day. Smiling, Caiden clicked his tongue and sat down next to him. "Ey nah, what's a Gryffie doing on the floor cryin' 'is eyes out the way Puffahs do?" Nothing against Hufflepuffs, of course. He just noticed a pattern that suggested all the crybabies got sorted into that house. He'd then place his injured hand on Zeph's shoulder, not even noticing the spike in pain a normal person would have. He didn't notice that his damp bandanna was likely seeping blood onto the other's shoulder either.
"I'd wagah yah've been jinxed if I'd evah heard of one that makes someone cry so hahd, but I certainly have not. Min' fillin' me in, mate? We Gryffies ought to stick togethah, ey?"
BIC: One would think that, after multiple attempts ending in failure, the fifth year would have given up trying to teach himself how to apparate and instead wait until his next year for the class the school gave on it. But no, he doggedly continued his quest, not giving half a damn what part of his body got left behind with each attempt. It was partly because his pain threshold was through the roof, but mostly because Caiden wanted some way to show off in front of his peers. Nothing was quite as satisfying as going "Ey, look what I can do that you can't!" Oh yes, that would be sweet indeed. Sweeter than fairy floss.
As it stood, though, he had yet to have a single apparation without splinching himself. He was lucky in that the wounds tended to be minor. A lost eyebrow (that had just been funny), a piece of an ear sliced out (he could totally make jokes about being half elf now), fingernails going AWOL (again, hilarious), so on. This last splinch was perhaps the worst, having made his right palm look like someone had scooped flesh from it. His finger bones showed through in some places, just to clarify how damn much it should have hurt. But as Caiden made his way to the Hospital Wing yet again, he couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face.
He'd been able to apparate into the next room over!
This was quite an achievement, even if it did come hand in palmless hand with his worst splinching to date. Thus, he didn't look even a little crestfallen. Instead, he walked with a slight bounce in his step, red bandanna tied around his injured hand to stifle the bleeding. He was even whistling a little, the silly Aussie. Had it not been for his trusty parrot, he probably wouldn't have noticed the boys sitting outside the Hospital wing. "G'day, mothafuckah!" Cracker cawed as she flapped her wings, beating Caiden upside the head and prompting him to open his eyes. "Bloody hell, Crackah, mind those wings of yahs!" he scolded, quickly petting his bird on the chest when he saw that said scolding had made her shrink away. "Oh come off it, yah know I'm crazy abou' yah."
That seemed to lift her spirits a bit, leaving Caiden to investigate who she had been greeting. A pair of boys, one close to Caiden's age and the other a bit younger. The former was sitting against the wall, bawling his eyes out while the latter was laying on a bench with steam coming out of his ears. What a sight, the pair of them. "Strangah things every day, I sweah," he murmured as he scratched his head and approached the boys. He'd speak up to the boy on the bench. "Oughtn't yah be on the othah side'a that door, mate? Nurse can't do yah much good if yah're outtah her terri'try."
Upon closer inspection, he saw the Gryffindor emblem on the crying boy's robe. Well how about that, a Gryffie crying! Not something you saw every day. Smiling, Caiden clicked his tongue and sat down next to him. "Ey nah, what's a Gryffie doing on the floor cryin' 'is eyes out the way Puffahs do?" Nothing against Hufflepuffs, of course. He just noticed a pattern that suggested all the crybabies got sorted into that house. He'd then place his injured hand on Zeph's shoulder, not even noticing the spike in pain a normal person would have. He didn't notice that his damp bandanna was likely seeping blood onto the other's shoulder either.
"I'd wagah yah've been jinxed if I'd evah heard of one that makes someone cry so hahd, but I certainly have not. Min' fillin' me in, mate? We Gryffies ought to stick togethah, ey?"