Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 9, 2006 10:53:28 GMT -5
Dust covered everything in a thick layer. Spiders and other creatures scurried around inside and a few books were damaged from them. Cecily was mildly annoyed at this last fact but only because of how much she loved books and the printed word.
Slipping through a window that someone had busted open to rob the place (they only took the money, something that would provide useless shortly after Voldemorts victory), Cecily landed on a chair she had pushed under the window a few weeks before.
The people living at the Army Base had been complaining about the blandness of the food and Cecily was in need of a cook book. She also wanted to steal a few on agriculture and greenhouses to give to the Bases' farmers. They needed work. A majority of them were Muggles, business men and women who confused a spade for a symbol on a playing card. Their crops, grown in the back of the compound, were failing. Magic could only do so much and, on the same train of thought, only so much magic could be used before it was detected.
She pushed her way through the abandoned book store, brushing off books with her fingertips, glad she didn't breath anymore or this would surely send her into fits of sneezing and coughing.
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Danäe Nyung-Harrison
Muggle ( adult)
Witch Hunter Head Hunter of the SWE
I will avenge my father's death
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Post by Danäe Nyung-Harrison on Aug 9, 2006 16:49:36 GMT -5
It was another planned raid and Danae, who had more better things to do than steal food when there were those horrible wizard creatures running around, found herself clutching the shortest straw. No one ever wanted to go food searching so Axel came up with childishly clever games making the loser (usually Danae) the one to go out. Rock, paper, scissors had been Danae's favorite game especially going up against Axel, who could predict her husband's choices better than Mrs. Harrison? Axel must have gotten smart on her because after 10 straight wins he changed the game.
Today was a new game. One of chance and Danae had the worst luck of anyone. She had wanted to take the team out hunting but Axel insisted that they were running short on rations ever since one of the woman gave birth. Danae was upset but the lives of her men were more important than a few dead wizards...for today at least. Danae understood that the baby would have needed special food (though why couldn't the woman just feed it the old fashion way, isn't that what breasts are for?).
A lot of the women at Nyung Manor were having children. Danae found it a pain and a danger. The crying of babies could be heard by them. But ever since Danae opened her home for housing because the military base was full of nasty magic folk, Danae kept herself extra defensive as if one would just barge in one day and zap the whole of them with one of those sticks. Axel assured her it would be fine since no one except for SWE members knew of their location.
Finally, Danae spotted a coffee shop. After surveying it for a clean entry, Danae crawled carefully away from a tree she was hiding behind and sprinted over to a window near the back entrance. It was already busted so she entered cautiously incase someone was already there. She ambled though a bit, grabbing various items and stuffing them in a napsack she brought with her. After a few moments inside, though, she heard a noise behind her.
Danae moved over to a bookshelf, hiding behind it. Looking over to where she heard the sound she saw a woman. Eyes narrowed, Danae thought of her next move. This woman could be a witch, Danae never knew, and how could she just let one of them get away? But what if the ones she was with realized her missing and comes looking? Danae had so many options. Knowing she wouldn't use this broken down bookstore again and not having any action all day, she approached the woman.
Danae c0cked the gun in her hand. The gun was loaded and she had pulled it from a strap on her belt. The SWE had many weapons (the provider infomation classified) and Danae never went anywhere without them. Many normal ((ooc: as in muggle)) people carried weapons, that is if they could find them. Most of the weapons found were busted, unreliable, and ammo was scarce. Danae, though, knew where to look and kept her people supplied.
"Put your hands up!" Danae demanded, holding the gun out between she and the woman. "I won't hurt or rob you if you explain to me carefully who you are." Danae would let the woman go if she were normal not a wizard freak. Danae might even help the nice girl home, but for right now she was on her toes reading to fight if she started anything. She probably could get some info out of her about other wizard whereabouts if she was one.
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
Posts: 59
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 9, 2006 17:47:05 GMT -5
Cecily froze,"Wicked" opened to page 267 in her hands. She loved this book. The life and times of the wicked witch of the west. It made her hate Dorothy Gale with a passion and Cecily loved the idea of going over a rainbow to a better place. Especially nowadays. The gun cocking loudly behind her, she turned slowly, putting the book away and raising her hands in the air.
Why didn't she just pay attention to her nose when she entered? She forgot to sniff out the area. Letting her fangs dissapear, giving her face a human appearance without elongated canines peeking out from between her full lips, she looked the woman in the eye.
The woman was smaller than Cecily and, jealousy kicked in as she saw she was slightly thinner, too. The gun in her hand almost sparked an incredulous look of "bitch, please" but Cecily passionately hated giving away what she was. A vampire and a witch.
In her thick irish accent, Cecily spoke. "I'm jus' searchin' for some books. Recipes. Agriculture." She pointed to Wicked. "Entertainment value. God knows the world needs a laugh more than ever nowadays, yeah?" She continued with her arms in the air, frowning as they started feeling just a wee bit tired.
"Can I put these down, yet? I'm unarmed." This was true, too. Her wand had recently been broken so she didn't even have that. Unless you counted fangs as weapons. In that case, and when provoked, bloodlust made her a killing machine.
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Aug 10, 2006 2:39:16 GMT -5
George Sparewell was about a block away in the same neighborhood, himself been on the move all around Brittain since the Ministry. Yesturday he was at Big Ben. Today it was here. He himself carried nothing but a 9mm handgun, and a backpack full of essentials. He still had magic in his blood, and used it often, but without his wand, he didn't find many oppertunities to do so.
George walked up quickly and ducked behind a fallen sign, with the phrase "Jack In The Box" worn and shattered. He looked up at the building, and then quickly snuck in. If he was lucky, there would be some food there, and perhaps he could plan his next course of action on a satisfied stomach.
As George began to put some still fresh things together, the sound of a boot on glass alerted his attention, and he turned to find a policeman with his sidearm out and pointed at him. The guy looked like he hadn't removed the uniform ever. But still, the gun was at his face.
"Oi, you, step away from there, and put your 'ands in the air! Thats shoplifting, that is, and you are under arrest. I shall need to confiscate your backpack and your gun, please. Don't make me blow your fucking head off!" he yelled. Great, another corrupt cop trying to rob an honest man.
"I apologize, but you and both know that the Mug- er, the po-leese department has been dismantled for months now. You are just talking about robbing me." George said, annoyed at himself for almost slipping a truely wizard word, since Magical people were collectively considered freaks and evil... and discriminated.
Unfortunatly, the cop noticed it to. "Wait, what was that you was saying. Mog? Wait a second, that sounded like Muggle. You're one of them magic freaks, ain'tcha? Hands to the bloody wall, and no bloody magic. I'll shoot ya. I should shoot ya right now for enslaving the rest of us normal people. Toss out your wand now, where I can see it." he said, throwing George against the wall. George of course didn't have one..but still, he needed to act as if he was a Muggle... not a wizard.
"Wand? Are you mad? Me, a wizard? How dare you even think of that notion. I had simply lost my train of thought. How do I know you're not a bloody wizard, dressed like a policeman, it makes more sense why you trying to arrest me." George spat back, shaking himself off the wall.
"How bloody fucking dare you, i ought to.." the cop started, before George slammed himself into him, sending the cop flying back. He grabbed the better sidearm fromt he cop's hand, and grabbed his backpack, before running out. As he made down the street, he realized he left his own gun, with it's one bullet left, at the resturant, and sure enough, the cop had grabbed it and fired at George. the bullet went right into his left side, and George yelled in pain, but continued off. as he neared a bookstore, he saw yet another person a gun, and mentally cursed himself for coming here with all these Muggles. He planned to run past and keep going, but the blood loss made him lose he balance, and he fell into the ruble of a building across the street.
Thinking fast, he gave one more shout. "You bloody magical freaks! You think cop clothes and guns will fool us? Damn you all to hell!" Having said that, George laid his head back, clutching his gunshot wound. He was too weak to try to perform a healing spell without a wand, and with another Muggle right there, it was not a good idea.
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
Posts: 59
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 10, 2006 7:52:45 GMT -5
Cecily's eyes twitched to the broken window at the sound of shouting outside. With a glance at the girl pointing the gun at her and one at the window behind her, Cecily pondered what to do for a moment. She knew that mans voice. It tugged at her heart and registered as familiar. A desire to run and help overwhelmed her and, with a slightly cocky wave to the woman with the gun, she sped past her, using her vampires speed to make it out the window and down the street.
George wasn't that hard to find. The smell of gunpowder was thick in the air but what was even more noticeable was the smell of fresh blood. Cecily had fed a couple hours ago so the desire to eat again was only slight. By the time she found the wounded man, however, her face had paled.
She looked down at the wound, her stomach growling just a touch at the sight of blood. She scanned the mans face for signs of shock and blinked, finally recognising him completely. "Mister Sparewell! Sir!" She said as she crouched suddenly at his side. He had been minister of Magic when she was an auror. The last time she saw him, however, was at her memorial service. When she had been turned, she gave no word of her whereabouts or if she was okay and they considered her lost in the field. Granted, that was only a year ago and the memorial service was shorter than any other. She didn't even get a four wand salute but, since magic was now a danger to use because the death eaters could detect it...
Cecily started digging in the deep pockets of her cargo pants. A first aid kid was pulled from one, a pocket knife from another. Deep inside a second pocket was a sterile sewing needle and the same material they use for stitches. She frowned, annoyed as she peeled the cellophane off of the first aide kid.
At the army base it was mandatory everyone carried one. Being a vampire, Cecily never had need for it. Until now. Papers covered in directions for use fell out and she picked it up, scanning it.
"If I botch this up, I apologize now." With that she peeled bacooking at the gunshot would. She sighed, looking George in the eyes. "I'll do what I can but then you're coming back to the hideout with me, okay?"
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Aug 11, 2006 1:58:31 GMT -5
Searing pain on his mind, George could not keep away the footsteps coming closer. he needed to get out of there, perhaps return to his safe area inside of the old Big Ben Clock Tower. Yeah, that was a nice place. Very peaceful. George could see it now... the makeshift sleep space he had made for himself, next to the minute hand... it was perfect. The voice he heard, however, brought his senses back, and it was a voice he knew all to well.
Many months previously...
"And why, Minister, do I have to go with you?" a younger looking George Sparewell asked the new Minister, Rufus Scrimegeour. "I mean, we don't normally greet every transfer, do we? Especially not one from a close nation as Ireland."
"George, no, we don't, but this is a special case. Besides, with my promotion, we need to fill some Auror positions, and this person is highly qualified. Plus, it looks good when the boss checks in with you. But I know your thinking about why you are here. And no, I'm no Legimens. George, you my friend I have noticed are always very caught up with your work. You're dedication to the Ministry, though admirable, has it's flaws, including your social aspect. You need to get out and meet more people, and get away from that desk of yours. Trust me, you'll thank me for meeting this Auror. Besides, I think the two of you are about the same age, perfect if you ask me." said the Minister, as he turned the corner into the Auror department.
"Minister, I don't understand..." George started, when he turned and met a young woman, definatly Irish, standing in front of her desk in her office. The Minsiter smiled, before speaking. "Miss Caoimhe, I presume? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rufus Scrimegeour, Minister of Magic of Great Brittain. And this gentelman next to me is young Mister George Sparewell, Assistant Minsiter. George, this is Cecily Caoimhe, Well renown Auror of the Irish isles."
George could only gaze at the young, irsh woman before him, and slowly gave a weak smile. The Auror held out her hand, and George was shaking hard as he grabbed it and shook. He suddenly felt a bit out of breath, and mind blank. She gave a greeting, and it took a lot for George to return it. So much for first impressions...
A wince of pain alerted his attention, and he noticed that Cecily was in fact dressing his wound. George moved his thumb and hit the safety on the gun, and tried to get up. Whater it was Cecily, or his own weakness, George fell back, and allowed the woman to finish up.
"Its...its been a while." he said, trying to think back to the last memories he had in the vault of his mind. Its been hard, since he hadn't been able to use a Pensive since the surrender. Unforutnatly, the last time anyone saw George was at a Memorial service for the woman who was before him. Unfortuantly, since George was under the control of Voldemort for the surrender, he was used as a lure to get the early rebellions and those loyal to the Minsitry. George had nearly no recollection of that service, since he was under control. He was able to break away during the battle, and was on the move since.
"I.. thought you were dead. You had to be. Why else would there have been a service.." he muttered, his mind a confused jumble. As soon as she was finished, however, he recalled what she said about a base. "No, no, I can't. I'll be fine, really. I, just... I need to keep to keep going I think. I have to... to...deliver some Muggle combustables... to...some Death Eaters... I... I..." he said, becoming short of breath, and rather weak.
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Danäe Nyung-Harrison
Muggle ( adult)
Witch Hunter Head Hunter of the SWE
I will avenge my father's death
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Post by Danäe Nyung-Harrison on Aug 11, 2006 2:04:34 GMT -5
Danae watched the woman carefully, not wanting to fall to quickly to her story. The woman seemed to talk strangely and all too happy, as if it were false. Danae had always been good with telling when someone was lying and this woman was guilty as charged. Danae felt that she wanted to lead her on, make her think she believed the story so she lowered her gun.
Before Danae could even say a word the woman took, running away for some reason unknown to Danae. Danae couldn't even stop the woman, her sudden departure caught the witch hunter off guard and the woman slipped through her fingers.
We shall meet again Danae thought to herself as if telling the woman. And next time I won't warn before I shoot.
Confused and slightly upset that she didn't kill any wizards today, Danae grabbed the rest of the things needed and headed out. She was quick to live, running fast leaving her heart pounding heavily. She even managed to run fast enough to not need to go tree to tree hiding. Cautiously, she got home making careful sure that no one followed.
(OOC: very short and not that great but it's the only way I could get my character out fast))
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
Posts: 59
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 11, 2006 11:13:56 GMT -5
Cecily watched the woman with the gun run away, sighing slightly. "There goes an interesting individual." She said, eyebrow raised slightly, mild annoyance in her blue eyes. She listened as George said he would not be returning with her to the base and frowned. "Why not? I don't know if I've done that properly and it could get infected. Besides, I think its almost lunch time there. Or dinner..." She looked at the sky out of habit, frowning.
"Stupid cloud," She muttered. Being a vampire she wasn't even partially glad it was there. She missed the sun. Nothing thrived without its dangerous and lethal light. The children at the base were pale as ghosts, their skin wanting its rays. The crops could only do so well and the animals? They were starting to act oddly.
"Um, don't be alarmed, George but I owe you an explanation as to why I dissapeared for so long." She stood and looked at him nervously. "See, I didn't get out of the ministry before that cloud appeared and when all those vampires got in..." She stopped, wringing her hands anxiously. She then pulled down the side of her collar, revealing the scars from the vampires bite.
"I did die. I must have been taken out of the ministry because when I came around or...revived or whatever they call it...I was in the middle of no where." She sighed and shook her head, now looking mildly pained. "I didn't want to tell anyone because I was afraid I'd be hunted down."
She waited for his reaction then blinked. "Wait...you're delivering combustibles to Death Eaters?" She took a step back, feeling nervous and overcautious all of a sudden. What was going on here?
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Aug 11, 2006 22:13:55 GMT -5
George's heart sank with his eyes in shock at the scars on her throat. She was sired by a vampire. That meant she was changed. For all he knew, the girl he knew wasn't standing over him now, she was probably long gone. Still, it explained a little bit. Like why she was much more paler than him.
"It was all hectic in the Ministry. Merlin only knows what was going on. Cecily, I am so glad to see you again. I thought you dead. I felt... regret.... for continuing on with what everyone warned me about. My life revolved around teh Ministry. I was so caught up, even pushing aside you- I mean, I made mistakes." he said, quickly covering up what he was going to say.
At her question about his task, he gave an evil smile, and then quickly lost it. "Yeah, well, no, not exactly. At least they don't know I am, and I doubt they'd be able to use it. No one may have been able to find me, but the signs of my presence have been everywhere. Remember the assasination of Henry Dunnum, the Dark Lord's right hand man? That was my finger on the trigger. The Malfoy Manor, and attempted assasination of Voldemort himself? I snuck in the house and planted the charges. I have been using magic to lure them in, and take them out."
George then opened the backpack and pulled out an old newspaper, the last edition of the Daily Prophet, the one with V's victory and George's screw up. "Before we continue on, I feel the need to clear this up. I swear to you, Cecily, you of all people should know of my love for the Minsitry. I didn't sign it over, at least not on free will. It was Voldemort, witha toture curse and Imperius curse."
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 15, 2006 8:19:02 GMT -5
Cecily listened as George spoke, as he apologized for her dying. She smiled, ever so slightly when he said his life revolved around the ministry. She was well aware of that fact. There had been two or three times she had either brought him some lunch from home because they had agreed to take a break together and not talk about work. Just as friends. But either he owled her and told her he was too busy or work had been brought up by him and...
She sighed, remembering an evening where they had agreed to go for coffee after work and he had stood her up entirely. She didn't talk to him for a week, something she found strange since they were just friends...right? Honestly, though, she cared for George and found the word friends a bad description of their relationship. It was, in her opinion, something greater than friends. Neither of them ever said anything about it.
"George, before you go anywhere, you owe me coffee." She said. Helping him to his feet and slipping her arm around his waist for support, she smiled and looked into his eyes. "Where am I taking you, my dear?"
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Aug 25, 2006 2:10:52 GMT -5
All this time he had beena fugitive ont eh run, from both sides, he had always assumed that he didn't need anyone else. But having Cecily at his side brought back long locked warm feelings to his heart. Still, he had a job to do, and Merlin help him if he didn't finish what he started.
"Very well, I do believe there is a coffe type place near my destination. Its apparently a very famous place, so famous that they call it Star-bucks. Whatever that means. I guess its just the fact that there is the word STAR in it... anyways, we can go there, but I will have to leave you there momentarily, I can't risk you getting hurt. Or caught. I can't give them anything to lure me or capture me with."
They set down the street, the sites of rubble and everlasting fire, the scene of a typical post-apocalyptic world. Finally, the old building came into sight, amist the darkness and the fog. The actual building was rather intact, as well as everything in it. It was also the site of one of the most gruesome pre-defeat attacks on Muggles. A whole group of Death Eaters were albe to transfigure all of the coffee to acidic substance, and then have it all spray at the patrons. Total loss. The biggest damage was to the windows and some of the interior of the building, but was mostly salvagable. George sat with her for a few minutes, doing nothing but staring at her, and then went into his backpack, pulling out another gun clips and loading his new weapon. He then hit the safety, and placed it insides his muggle dress pants. He then pulled out some of the twenty of so paint cans in his large sack.
He then packed it back and zipped it up. He took a deep breath, preparing him for what he was about to do. He pulled out his gun and inpected it, and then went to a pouch on the backpack, pulling out a silencer, to test to see if it would fit. With sucess, he put it back, and then got up.
"I promise you, I'll be back." he said, before doing the unthinkable; kissing her on the cheek. It took a lifetime of two second before he walked out, and moved as quietly as possible to a small apartment building, where his target was. There, in front of the single tenent building, five Death Eaters were standing, on guard no doubt. His target wasn't Voldemort, or any of his closest DE's, but this guy was responisble for organizing the Millinium Dome Disaster, which killed several thousand Muggle and Wizard refugees, including some of his closest friends from Hogwarts.
George went into a side pocket and pulled out a Ziploc bag of a sparkly powder, of which he had gotten hold of for puposes such as this. George eyes his first shot of the day, and tossed the back out in an alley near the side of the building, and the first guard. Concentrating hard, he focus on one command, pointing at the bag. "Stupefy." he said, and the bag exploded, sending magical sparks throughoutthe alley near it, and attracting the attention of three of the guards. This particular powder was silent, and attrated little to no attention to the inside. George pulled out his gun, and aimed at the farthest guard from the show, who was looking away. With carful aim, he fired, and the guard went down, with no notice. After taking the second guard, he moved closer, as the third guard come out of the alley, having decided it was nothing. He spied the bodies, and made to go back, but George was in front of him, and with an anger like none any one had ever seen of Geroge Sparewell, he raised the gun to the guard's head, and pulled the trigger right between his eyes. The guard didn't do anything but fall back on his knees. George then pulled a paint can from the bag, and then rolled it down the alley. The other two guards barely had time to notice it before George was there, shooting hte can and having flaming oil spray out at them. Two more shots and they moved no more. George then immedatily tossed in cans through the windows, and having them exploded, killing whoever was there, until the person he was after came running out, wand out, himself blazing a bit. George was ready, and immeidatly shot the guy's wand hand, the bullet blowing up the back of the wand due to the force of the shot. He dropped the gun away, and immeidatly went in for a hit, and started slugging the guy. After a bit, the guy was on his knees, and George pulled something long out of his pocket.
"Mercy? A Death Eater asking for mercy? Where was the mercy for those innocents at the Dome? A brutal attack that got you what? Voldemort was impressed, even though he would have rather you enslaved them and turned the wizards. It was an unprovoked attack not even ordered by Him, and you did it, and you want mercy. How about this for mercy, I wont shoot you."
With that, George stretched out the garrot wire, and looped it around the guy's neck, watchin the guy's life slowly ebb away, until he released it, and let the guy fall lifeless, before walking back, picking up his things, and putting them away, a hardened fugitive. As he spied Starbucks, he couldn't help but remember a conversation he had with Cecily, about why he could never be an Auror. His words were that he couldn't bring himself to bring harm or kill anyone, no matter their crimes. He couldn't fathom ending a life.
Times had changed...
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Aug 28, 2006 20:13:05 GMT -5
Cecily had followed George after the shock from that kiss, something she's wanted for ages it seemed. She stood, silently as he left, she crept behind him using her 'gifts' as a vampire to move in shadow and make not a single sound. Plus with her Auror training she was completely undetectible.
She stood a few feet away, watching as George wreaked havoc, almost gasping in surprise at the brutality of it. What was once a quiet man in her eyes was an entirely different person, it seemed. She wasn't sure what to make of it and, for a moment, she wondered if maybe he didn't know what to make of her now that she was a vampiress. Yes, he didn't treat her any differently so far but..that always changed.
Her musings were cut short however when a wand was poked into her back and a harsh hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. She glanced at the figure and sighed. George had missed a Death Eater who, from the smell, had stepped outside to relieve themselves.
"Careful now, miss," he whispered loudly in her ear, loud enough for George to hear. "Don't make a sound and I won't kill you, yeah?" He jabbed the wand into her back again and she grinned slightly.
"Dare you t' try," the irish woman said, a bit of her fighting spirit flashing in her eyes. Or was it the light making them shine like something feral? From her point of view she couldnt tell. It didn't matter because the next instant the man was kneeling on the ground holding a bleeding eyesocked and Cecily had something quite gross and gelatinous dripping from her thumb.
"You stupid..." he never finished calling her what he thought of her because Cecily's foot shut him up, slamming into his jaw with such ferocity she heard his teeth break in several places.
She was goading him on, daring him to try to kill her. That much was obvious. She never goaded someone on before. Maybe her vampire self, cocky and arrogant and self assured was shining through or maybe she really wanted to actually die and not live this mockery of a life.
Either way, the man seemed more than happy to oblige. The wand was once again pointed at her, jabbed so hard into her stomach that if she still bled, she would be staining her shirt.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the man shouted forcefully, bits of broken teeth spraying all over Cecily's black pants. The green light flashed and, when it died down, Cecily was lying on the ground, eyes staring at the sky, wide. She blinked after a moments pause and sat up, sighing.
"Damnit." She said, looking the man in the eyes. He was now relieving himself again all over the front of his robes. He had also dropped his wand and started backing away. Cecily picked it up and muttered one of her own special incantations, a spell to turn a wand into a short sword. It was something she developed within her first two weeks at the British Ministry and George was there to witness the event.
Without even flinching she threw the sword, not even watching as it sank into the mans lungs, pinning him to the building behind him with a sound not unlike fingernails on a chalk board as metal scraped cement. As the man died, it reverted back to a wand and broke under his dead weight.
Cecily turned back to George, trying to keep her nose out of the smell of blood. She hated what it did to her and, eyes pleading for him to follow her, she stumbled back to the coffee shop.
(kee-rap post)
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Sept 23, 2006 13:10:48 GMT -5
Geoge's own shameful action absorbed him, shutting out the rest of the world. The Death Eater laid lifeless, and was most likely dead, however, George hated the guy with a passion, and wasn't ready to leave the lifeless body. He pulled his gun out once again, cocked it back, and aimed it a the guy's head.
"Sorry, I lied."
He kept going until his clip was empty and then straightened himself up. With all the Death Eaters in this area dead with no notification to the other, George grabbed a copy of a paper with the Millenium Dome disaster on it, and the Death Eater's broken wand. He then conjured up a single, fresh and dead fish, and wrapped it all in the newspaper, before whistling for an owl and and having it take the package to Voldemort. Just another mark of teh most hunted vigilante wizard in the world. It would take about an hour for the owl to deliver it's parel, and then another twenty minutes to get a crew out there when they figure out what it means.
By then, however, the closest they would be to the scene of the crime is a few blocks away, without much worry. As George began moving back to the coffee house, his sudden cold heart began to warm again, as the realization of how much easier each time it was getting to commit such acts as he had been doing lately. He continued his monotonumus pace, his head down, currently his only thought being to get back to the shop to secure the rest of his gear. By the time he made it inside, he collapsed to his knees, the idea that he had started to become the very thing he despised, and the fact that he wasn't as bothered as he should be.
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Cecily Caoimhe
Wizard (adult)
Vampire Cook for Military Base Former Auror Wandless Magic Wordless Magic
I've been a bad, bad, girl...
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Post by Cecily Caoimhe on Jul 4, 2007 20:50:10 GMT -5
Vampires didn't breath. It was a known fact. They didn't need to. Their heart didn't pump. Their lungs didn't function. If they did breath, it was a farce. A lie. A deception. The worm at the end of a hook, wriggling to catch dinners attention.
Right now, though, Cecily was hyperventilating. Violently. She was even feeling dizzy. That kiss, combined with the fighting and the scent of blood on both her and George...this was not good. She fell onto a rather squashy and incredibly dusty couch, holding her head in her hands and choking momentarily on the dust. Not that that part mattered. Again, not really needed, breathing.
She dug around her pockets for her wand and winced, remembering where it was.
"George, love. Take the blood away. Make it go. Please?" Why on earth did she always sound like that Drusilla chick from that American show Buffy whenever the bloodlust started creeping in. She kept her face turned away from him, knowing her eyes were slowly turning a deep shade of red.
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Post by George Adam Sparewell on Jul 4, 2007 21:14:51 GMT -5
With an unusual amount of energy, George immediatly got up, taking a wond, and muttering a simple evaporation spell. Instead of the blood vanishing, as it would have with his wand, he watched it particlize, and fly up.. going to some far distant area.
George immeidatly was back at her side, turning her head to face him. All traces of blood were now gone, but George wouldn't have cared either way. "Cecily... that was my fault. I should have been more careful, I'm sorry to had to face him." he said, holding her close. He started to tear a little. Looking into her face he could see his won reflection, and the reflection of who he was. And it brought a tear to his eyes. Both has changed, permanently.
"I'm sorry you had to see any of that."
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