Post by Drake Salamandra on Feb 26, 2006 21:00:26 GMT -5
It had become habit for Drake Salamandra to jog every evening. Ever since that slight disturbance with that prowler, who seemed to have run, for he hadn't been seen again. He was in a jogging suit, blue in color with gray stripes down each side. It was a cool evening, and he had just started. The lights from his home could be seen behind him, as he jogged into the town.
He knew slightly about Wizards, and their magic. They lived in the village, and called him a Muggle. He did not completely understand all of it, but they were all just people. Besides, he didn't plan on leaving the town anytime soon. This was his home...even if everyone avoided him. Most of the wizards avoided his gaze, and the same for his parents. Perhaps it was because he could not use magic. Oh well....it was no matter. He had all he needed with his family.
The sun was low in the horizon, and cast an orange glow on the town, almost like a perpetual twilight. There were scattered clouds, also adding to the effect being like shadows on the sky. His footsteps echoed slightly, as his feet hit the stones of the road. It was a pleasant experience, with a slight breeze passing on his face, moving his hair slightly. Most people were either closing up their shops, dining with the rest of their families, while some were sitting on their front porches, still avoiding Drake's gaze.
Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Feb 27, 2006 12:25:22 GMT -5
James wandered out of Joker's Bar, his new favorite place in the village. He had been having butterbeers all night, and a couple of shots of firewhiskey for good measure. He was nowhere near intoxicated though, he was not the son of an Irish-Catholic mother for nothing.
He decided to take a stroll before heading back to the palace. Some of the houses were closed up, shutters drawn. There was almost no one on the street as he looked up and down it. How odd...Ah, that's why. Jogging up the street was none other than Drake Salamandra, one of the cursed ones. The circumstances under which they had last encountered each other weren't the most pleasant, but he hoped that could be changed.
He approached him. "Young master Salamandra, I hope the evening finds you well. I know we didn't exactly get off to the best start, but maybe we can put that behind us."
In the Jokers bar Sakura was sitting at the table that was nearest the front window, she was a little depressed. She was still thinking about the day that she met Phoenix, and the story about how he had been expelled from Hogwarts. Starting to bored she drank her Pumpkin Joice as quick as she could so she could go outdoors. She payed the barman and left. When she got outside she saw two boys, one looked as if he had been running for a long time and the other she thought looked like a boy that was just in the Jokers bar a moment ago.
She walked up to the two boys with a smile on her face, hoping that she would be able to make friends with them. "Hello," she said a little quiet, "Um... have you just been running?" she looked to the boy who to her looked like he was a bit red in the face. "My name is Sakura, Who are you?" she asked still with a friendly smile on her face.
Post by Drake Salamandra on Mar 6, 2006 20:48:53 GMT -5
Drake stopped abruptly, and glared at the boy who had seemingly come out of nowhere. Once again, wizards had ruined his day. His pupils narrowed, and glanced around. All alone, save him and dear old arsewipe. "Ah, Master Arsewipe, a pleasure here aswell. Would you mind letting me go? I have finally concluded that I really do not like you, and your magicks." He had a sharp, bitter tone in his voice, which changed when a rather lovely young lady approached him. All spite and malice dropped from his voice, and changed to a charming and entertaining tone.
"Ah, a wonderful pleasure to make your aquaintence Ms. Sakura. I am Drake, Drake Salamandra, at your service." Drake bowed humbly, with a small smile on his face. Alright, perhaps not ALL of the wizards were bad...so far, he had a decent opinion about witches...then again, his semi-cousin DID work at that school...a teacher or something like that. His family had not heard much from him, rather than he was doing well.
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