Post by Asher Stone on Oct 21, 2010 10:47:30 GMT -5
ooc: First post to Whites please.
bic:
Hum dee dum. God, Asher thought, the dungeons were so dank. She knew WHY she was in Slytherin, just not sure why the Slytherin common room had to be so dank. While wandering around at some point she'd gotten ... a little lost. Okay, so she'd been here a few months, but she had kind of kept to herself. After all, between the ghosts and those snotty other kids, she didn't want much to do .... with anything.
Asher heaved a great sigh and dangled her legs off the edge of her chair. She'd ended up in some room or the other. Who knew. Gosh this was boring. At least the roof hadn't fallen in yet.
It would though. Everything bad that CAN happen WOULD happen, it seemed. At least in Asher's mind.
Nevermind absolutely nothing extremely terrible had ever happened to the young Slytherin. There was that cold last week. Bedridden, sniffling, miserable. She had refused to go to the nurse - that old hag was out to poison her.
She sat with a book of fairy tales open on her lap, to Thumbelina sitting on a mushroom or some shit.
It wasn't everyday that Whites found himself in the dungeons. In fact, he generally tried to avoid them. They weren't exactly his favorite place to be, and his not-so-favorite people generally frequented the area. No, he preferred open spaces. He liked being on a broom and feeling wind in his hair, or running around playing tag with various animals. Even just being a room above ground.
But no, here he was in the dungeons. They were dark, musty, and the air circulation was less than stellar. It was a problem that probably could have easily been fixed.
Dang. Between this and the school directory, Whites was just full of ideas to fix the school up this week. But nevermind that.
The situation at hand.
Whites was down in the dungeons because he'd needed some spare potions ingredients, the harmless kind that one could just grab out of a cabinet and use on your own, whether for practice or a homework assignment. So, he had a small bag with him in order to acquire these items, and hopefully make it back to his common room and get down to work.
One problem.
The bag was empty, and he had no idea where to get the stuff he needed.
He sighed. He really did need a map of the school, but the building was probably too big and complicated with all its twists and turns for a map to be much help anyway.
He spotted a door ahead, and walked through it pretty optimistic as to his discovery.
Dead wrong.
No ingredients in here, as far as he could see.
Just a girl, and a slytherin at that.
Just his luck.
At least this one wasn't one he'd seen around often. Maybe a glimpse or two, she looked vaguely familiar.
But... he wasn't going to get anywhere just walking around looking for his shit.
He had to start somewhere, and he wasn't socially retarded.
"Hey."
Good start.
"Any idea where the potions ingredients would be?"
He figured a Slytherin would know that kind of thing.
Post by Asher Stone on Oct 21, 2010 21:49:01 GMT -5
Asher looked up, half expecting to see a man with a machine gun pointed in her general direction. She pursed her lips in a thin line - oh a Gryffindor. Didn't they like turn into lions and eat people if they didn't get back in the car?
Or something?
As near as she could tell, Asher didn't know Whites at all. He certainly didn't look familiar. Had they had a class? Oh wait all the teachers had like gotten fired or something. Why was this even still a school.
"Um. Over." Asher got up, hesitantly, and walked over to the cabinet. She took out a root, a perfectly harmless looking root, and put it on the table. There were other things too.
"Um. Its all in there."
She blinked a few times, pursing her lips. "They'll probably blow up or something. I'd look somewhere else."
The Slytherin girl nodded a few times, affirming it. Yep, they'd blow up. Leave little bits.
"I don't really bother with names, if you were wondering." She sighed. "I don't really expect you to remember anyway." She turned away from the cabinet and walked back to her book of fairy tales to find some old hag pushing some little kid into a cauldron.
Oh irony.
Asher turned the page carefully. She didn't know why she bothered, she'd probably just get a paper cut anyway. 971
So it was in this room. So much for his keen hunter's nose. Ah well, it'd all worked out in the end. All the ingredients he wanted, and this slytherchick wasn't as much of a bitch as he'd not-so-hoped.
"Hey, thanks a lot." He tried to smile at her, but she was too busy expecting the worst to happen. And what was that about the ingredients he needed blowing up?
He carefully examined the root he needed, but it didn't look set to explode or anything at all.
He gave the girl a wierd look, but he felt like... Well, it seemed like she was depressed, or something. Come to think of it, why was she sitting around in a musty room in the dungeons anyway? She probably needed some sunlight.
At her statements, all Whites could really try and do was smile and chuckle.
"Well, I do. My name's Whites, what's yours?" He walked a little closer, holding out a hand for her to shake, if she wanted. "Promise I'll remember you. What are you doing down here all alone, anyway?"
Post by Asher Stone on Oct 22, 2010 9:57:50 GMT -5
She watched him pick up things, wincing each time. Maybe there was a big red button under that leaf that when he touched it would vaporize him instantly into a pile of ash and then the House Elves would put it in the Mashed Potatoes for dinner.
Or something.
He looked at her funny, plotting her demise even as he spoke. Asher didn't seem to notice too much. Why was he laughing at her? Was there something on her face. Asher brushed violently at her hair a few times, making it more stuck up than it might have been in the first place. A strand of auburn came off in her fingers.
All of her hair was going to fall out. She'd probably be allergic to the fake wig she'd have to get.
He would forget, but it was okay if he was a liar too. So was everyone else. "Its Asher." She heaved a great sigh as if she meant to collapse.
The actual reason was Asher didn't trust anyone. After all, they were out to get her.
She was paranoid.
Really.
She wasn't.
After all, everyone knows paranoids just think everyone is out to get them. Asher knew it.
"I was studying. And then I was reading. And ... " She blinked. "I just lost track of time."
It was the most she'd said in awhile, except when she ranted about other things.
Well, fine. If she didn't want to shake his hand, that was fine, too. He awkwardly put his hand back to his side.
"Nice to meet you, Asher." It was easy to be pleasant, even though this chick was hot one second and cold another. In other words, she was in, and then she was out. Yes, then she was no. What was with her?
He laughed as she explained herself. "That makes sense, I guess."
He tied up his bag of ingredients, slinging it over his shoulder as he glanced at her book. "Whatcha reading?"
Post by Asher Stone on Oct 22, 2010 15:56:22 GMT -5
Why did he keep laughing at her? Maybe he had some kind of laughing disease. She'd be bed ridden with all week, and then she would fail all her classes, and she'd have to flunk out and her parents would disown her and - and -
"Fairy tales."
She held up a particularly gruesome picture of the big bad wolf being beheaded by a woodsman. Her expression was rather blank as if she didn't notice it.
In truth she'd rather not think about it. After all, it was likely to happen to her someday. Why worry about it now? No sense in ...
Oh shit might as well worry about it now. Everything else was going to happen anyway.
"See?"
He was going to take it from her and hit her with it, wasn't he? Asher sighed and shut the book before he'd had time to look at it for very long.
"Fairy Tales?" Whites raised an eyebrow as he studied the wolf being beheaded. It wasn't pretty, to say the least. "I'm guessing these ones aren't meant for children."
He watched as the wolf's head was carried away, presumably to be eaten or mounted atop the grandmother's bed or something. That way, if the grandmother accidentally knocked the bed in her sleep, the wolf's head would fall down and her head would plop right into its long dead jaws! Hilarious.
"No, I'm not blowing up the school. I'm just trying to stock up for Potions. I thought it'd be cool to have some in my room, so I wouldn't have to make this trip every time I wanted some."
He paused and thought for a second.
"Speaking of which, I'm lost. Think you could help me?"
Post by Asher Stone on Nov 1, 2010 15:43:58 GMT -5
Asher stared at him for a while. "No. Most likely not. They'd get paper cuts."
Or nightmares. Or something. Hadn't some kid had the same nightmare so many time he'd ended up in like, an insane asylum or something? Asher's mom had sent her to a shrink one time. That had been boring. He just wanted to ask lots of questions and wanted her to draw in a little book.
Asher didn't like drawing.
"Uh. I um. I don't know. What if it like ... mutates in your room?" There would be radioactive mold all over the room, and it would turn into some crazy little room and Whites might become mushroom man, responsible for the hallucinations of children everywhere.
Yeah that.
"I'd just get us more lost." She huffed but got to her feet. Likely, they would end up in some room and the walls would cave in, and they'd all be stuck there forever. Well. Both of them. Sealed up to suffocate to death.
Another sigh. "I guess I can try."
Glumly, she started for the wall, leaving the book in the floor where is had fallen from her lap. If it wasn't there when she got back ... well. Oh well. It wouldn't surprise her.
Mutates... in his room? Why would it mutate? Even if it did.. grow, or something, it probably wouldn't be all that horrifying. Just a couple sprouts. He liked potatoes, though that didn't really have anything to do with the subject, besides the fact that potatoes also grew little things in the dark when you left them too long. That's what it made him think of.
He was a little hesitant when she claimed that she would just get them more lost, but eh, what the heck? He had literally all day. It was kind of an adventure, sort of. More like a mildly exciting day trip. Even if he didn't like the dungeons. At least he was with someone, now, and that's what he kept his mind on.
Post by Asher Stone on Nov 7, 2010 16:22:38 GMT -5
She shrugged. "You can have it."
There were probably already some dust bunnies attempting to eat it anyway. It wasn't that big of a deal. Without waiting to see if he got the book or not, she wandered out into the halls, swaying slightly.
That was odd about Asher.
She looked like she knew exactly where she was going. She never hesitated, she just sort of ... went wherever. When they came to a corner or something, she never looked both ways, and seemed to fully expect some sort of monster.
But she didn't hesitate.
"Its probably stolen anyway," she mumbled, referring to the book. "The library ninjas will get it back if they really want it ..."
She stopped, and pulled on a doorknob. Obviously, it was a push, not pull. Then she remembered that knobs turned. Oh well. At least the knob wasn't hot, there wouldn't be a fire .. unless it was cold fire. That would suck.
Oh well.
See, the thing about being pessimistic - you were always right, or pleasantly surprised.
He looked at her funny, then took a step back and picked up the book. No use in leaving it to the elements... Though he doubted there were any elements besides 'mildew' in the dungeons. Seriously, how did they Slytherins live down here? He'd probably get claustrophobic within a week or two. The book was nice, though, and he'd think of it as a gift. He smiled as he walked after her.
She really was a strange one.
Library ninjas..?
And then, it was time for... The door!
Except she wasn't opening.
He watched as she stood there, holding a door knob, looking like she was pulling on it a little. Didn't she know that... that you twisted door knobs?
Maybe there was something wrong.
Slightly worried, he got closer, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently.
Post by Library Ninja on Nov 7, 2010 19:26:24 GMT -5
Quite suddenly, a small shift in the shadows behind the two students betrayed a presence watching them to the well trained eye. The figure was black clad and eyed with an almost hungry look a certain book and was most certainly not a cheap joke made at Asher's expense.
Without warning, the figure slipped behind Whites and killed him for his insolence retrieved the book effortlessly as if the young lion had not been holding it at all. The mysterious figure sank back into the shadows in which he (or she) came.DERP!
Post by Asher Stone on Nov 9, 2010 17:37:01 GMT -5
He had picked up the book, it seemed. It was funny, when Asher glanced back, it had disappeared. She could have sworn though, that he ... oh well. It had disintegrated, and it belonged to her no more. The dust bunnies could have it, maybe they would leave her other belongings alone now.
She glanced up, blinking at him.
"Huh?"
Nervously, she took a step away. "I - um, yeah, I'm um, fine."
Hopefully he'd get the hint that his hands were dripping with acid and that she would prefer not to be touched. With a sigh she turned the knob on the door and opened it.
"It's nothing. I'm just."
For a few moments she mouthed wordlessly, then slumped her arms at her side. "Nothing. Just confused."
"Lost. Like I told you." She gestured through the door. "That's just another room. It doesn't go anywhere."
Well, she sure didn't look fine. Whites was worried. What was she doing down here alone in the first place? Maybe she just wasn't well. He couldn't leave her down here, alone and obviously depressed or something. He bit his lip for a second, stopping before it became a habit. Maybe he could coax her into the sunshine, or something. Then again, maybe she'd melt. Maybe this was all a meta-game joke, what with her reading old fairy tales.
Man. If this wasn't a school of magic, he would have said that was ridiculous.
He peeked into the room, looking back and forth. Man, why did dungeons have so many boring, identical rooms, most of which were without monsters or encounters of any sort? He did spot a table with a mug on it, but that was just generic background in a dungeon. There were probably thousands of tables down here, with thousands of mugs that looked as if they could have been left recently, but also felt ancient.
"Huh. Any chance we could get out of here, like... Magically? Don't you Slytherins have some shortcuts or something?"
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5