Post by Layne F. Larkin on May 15, 2011 19:31:39 GMT -5
(First post to Aaren n_~)
The days were getting warmer, moving away from the chill of winter's grip and towards the boiling heat of summer. But, in between those two extremes, there was a period of relief, a transitional time of change. A time of both calm and frenzy. Leaves and flowers budded and grew. The world became green again after months of bleakness. Birds flitted through the air, peppering the world with their trills and calls.
"Shut the fuck up," a surly voice growled at the noisy birds. Layne Larkin was unwillingly out in the sunshine after she'd self-imposed an exile of sorts upon herself. She'd been toiling away in her dungeon room trying to duplicate the effects ofa certain pair of potions she'd come across.
Poor Jett had had to be more of a lab rat then a pet one, but he hadn't seemed to mind Layne's experimentation too much.
In her hand, Layne carried the result of one of her experiments. A small, unbreakable vial of a translucent, blue potion. Currently, there was a cork in the top, to prevent any spills, but when it was uncorked, it would smell faintly of aftershave and gym socks. A lot of boys around campus were consequently missing small snips of hair, since this potion seemed to be at least somewhat related to a polyjuice potion. Gathering hair and other 'snips' from various boys should nullify the tendency for the potion to too closely resemble one particular donor. After all, when it re-wrote your gender, it could only do so with information it already had. The bigger the size of the information base, the more closely it could follow the drinker's own body-type, only with different--
Fuck this theory shit. No one wants to read this anyway.
Layne wanted to do her experiment where no one was likely to be. She'd chosen a gender neutral outfit of a white t-shirt, dark wash jeans and black canvas sneakers, quite different from her usually loud fashion statements. Her hair was uncolored today, for further camouflage. When she got to the quidditch pitch, she was pleased to find it somewhat overgrown, and unmaintained. Perfect.
She held the vial in her hand, regarding it. Could she really do this? Is this what she really wanted? God, what did it even fucking matter anymore? This fucking place was beginning to bore the shit out of her. Still, she stood motionless, staring at that vial, as though merely seeing it would have the same effect as ingesting the contents.DERP!
The days were getting warmer, moving away from the chill of winter's grip and towards the boiling heat of summer. But, in between those two extremes, there was a period of relief, a transitional time of change. A time of both calm and frenzy. Leaves and flowers budded and grew. The world became green again after months of bleakness. Birds flitted through the air, peppering the world with their trills and calls.
"Shut the fuck up," a surly voice growled at the noisy birds. Layne Larkin was unwillingly out in the sunshine after she'd self-imposed an exile of sorts upon herself. She'd been toiling away in her dungeon room trying to duplicate the effects ofa certain pair of potions she'd come across.
Poor Jett had had to be more of a lab rat then a pet one, but he hadn't seemed to mind Layne's experimentation too much.
In her hand, Layne carried the result of one of her experiments. A small, unbreakable vial of a translucent, blue potion. Currently, there was a cork in the top, to prevent any spills, but when it was uncorked, it would smell faintly of aftershave and gym socks. A lot of boys around campus were consequently missing small snips of hair, since this potion seemed to be at least somewhat related to a polyjuice potion. Gathering hair and other 'snips' from various boys should nullify the tendency for the potion to too closely resemble one particular donor. After all, when it re-wrote your gender, it could only do so with information it already had. The bigger the size of the information base, the more closely it could follow the drinker's own body-type, only with different--
Fuck this theory shit. No one wants to read this anyway.
Layne wanted to do her experiment where no one was likely to be. She'd chosen a gender neutral outfit of a white t-shirt, dark wash jeans and black canvas sneakers, quite different from her usually loud fashion statements. Her hair was uncolored today, for further camouflage. When she got to the quidditch pitch, she was pleased to find it somewhat overgrown, and unmaintained. Perfect.
She held the vial in her hand, regarding it. Could she really do this? Is this what she really wanted? God, what did it even fucking matter anymore? This fucking place was beginning to bore the shit out of her. Still, she stood motionless, staring at that vial, as though merely seeing it would have the same effect as ingesting the contents.DERP!