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[googlefont="Pacifico:400 "]Luke Collins
[googlefont="Patua One:400 "]District 7 - Male - Seventeen

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I had been a jewel since I was born. I do not need anyone or anything.

[googlefont="Fondamento:400"]Flint Arch
[googlefont="Bitter:400"]Sixteen - Career - District 1

The repulsive stench of the bar had been clawing his innards for long, allowing his breath to be expelled harshly only. It had turned his stomach into knots and conjured irritable lumps inside his throat. Every time the air inside his lungs swirled, the intoxicating smell was there, smearing the once pure oxygen into something revolting. Strangely, it fitted its own theme of a dilapidated place packed with obnoxious people.

Several girls—roughly in his age—dressed in lacy clothes lingered around a man thrice their ages, forced smiles decorating their petite faces. The men were too sober to notice their features even, he realized. A first glance to this place would capture it as a delightful bar with large windows bouncing off the numerous fairy lights hanged from the fascia of the roof, dots of various colors penetrating the dark and the faint mutter of music. But, behind the raven glass textures of the windows was a grimy room of polluted alcoholics, affairs and such.

Flint swallowed back his rising nausea, compelling his mind to focus on something rather than this. He was seated on a bar stool. The bar counter was a slab of hard wood, the material rough against his hand. Pools of light were at random intervals from the continuous shifting lights, engulfing some areas in pitch and brightening the opposite areas. The orbs of light danced but only a few drunk people did the same—most were sipping from glinting glasses. The luster from the glasses even fooled him because they were indistinguishable from the brilliance of jewels and precious materials.

His digits curled around the glass facing him, a single shot of vodka. It felt arctic under his touch, the cold seeping into his palm. He had no slightest clue of the reason that he led him to order this but it was done and bills had been lost for this mere beverage. He tipped it to his lips. The texture of it was recognizable—soft and delicate when pressed by the lips of the glass. A searing hot wave washed over his throat as he drained his cup. He had not gotten use to the taste of alcoholic beverages, unable to adapt with the bitterness and the dreamy haze it weaves.

His breath instantly reeked the same stench before. And, in a lone second, he was one of the forlorn figures in the bar again although he knew he was peculiar—in his own way. No one had the silky brown hair of his nor had the mushy eyebrows that tend to frown a lot. He also tends to believe that not a single person had the stubbornness and the sarcasm he possesses in his very soul, coursing through his veins and strengthening his tendons.

Flint set the glass back on the counter with a click and scanned the club for another time with his new found, averted vision. But, everything was same except that the inebriated man and two waitresses had climbed the stairs to the second floor and vanished into the dim light. He had enough wits to understand the situation. He dismissed them, turning his head aside. Very few people moved rhythmically to the faint music from the speakers and most were caught up in conversations not audible to him but they seems to be interesting enough to keep the drunkards still and occupied.

He raked his fingers through his hair, tugging streaks of it back into its former place. Even though it was warm outside, an ethereal chillness had crept up his spine. This place was not the correct one for him to spend his times—it was far from it. He had navigated here because a certain person. The thought of her tingles his right calf and flickered images of his sword inside his mind. The places she had sliced aches whenever he muses about her. It had become a habitual thing so much that he had to restraint himself from bandaging his calf.

He expressed an exasperated sigh, digits fishing into the pocket of his suede jacket for a few tips to the bartender. Muscles in his thigh tightened as he prepared to straighten himself. But, someone aside him yanked his waist and stationed him back on the bar stool.

That someone reeked of the semi-familiar stench.

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napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. Retired Staff 3,108 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Nov 10, 2024 14:47:46 GMT -5	griffin's nest of tables Jul 6, 2016 7:51:29 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jul 6, 2016 7:51:29 GMT -5 [presto] I'll state my case of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way [/presto]
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alec
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I've been one rotten kid

October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire.

Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.

Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles.

As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ."

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside.

"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet.

"So do you," said Harry.

"Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -"

In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face.

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Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Aug 2, 2016 13:20:22 GMT -5

Spark MORRIS

Grotesque lights were scattered all over the place. The dots of vibrant lights never stayed in the same place, sprinting and landing at random intervals. A portion of the hall may be lit but the side opposite to it was engulfed in partial darkness, the luster of the lights only making the outlines of the people there visible to the eyes. The fabrics of their clothes shifted from a bright, conspicuous appearance to a darkened, disregarded look under the effect of the flying dots. The illumination was a primal decoration of the party. It morphed ordinary goblets into chalices phosphorescing at bystanders, figuratively making the substance inside more intoxicating. The silver platters hosting them also glistened in the shadows as if they were constructed using the finest diamonds. The dazzle of them was flashy and painful to the eyes even. They reminded her of the jewelries dangling from the wrists and necks of some individuals around. It was peculiar—the manner of light enhancing even lifeless articles.

The chalice within her grasp felt cold, draining her left hand of sensation and numbing it. It seeped inside her skin and it would be unbearable to clutch it if she hadn’t been under the influence of the siren of the music. It had hit her once she entered the festivity—a wall of music and euphoria.

She could not tell if the illumination in the room strengthened her appearance. She had caught the reflection of a girl on the chalice before the realization flooded in. It was her own visage. Dark brown curls fell like a waterfall on her back and the black streaks in it were intensified by the rapid lack of light. Lips were figuratively smeared with crimson blood, redder than a cherry and black massacre painted the corners of her eyes black. The echo of her visage did not require the enhancement to make herself refulgence. The tight silver suit outfitted on her body bounced off the specks of moving light and lustered as she moved. Every sway of her fit body shone it and even a slight waggling of her body sent waves of light on the material. She did not realize the gracefulness in her every dance method nor the striking way her body was waggling from the persuasive melody.

She had been dancing and twirling for long—it was ever since she had entered the event and disappeared among the wassailing crowd, twirling her way through—even though she was excessively cautious of the temptations of the men around. Shadowy hands clutched at her prides, greedy and wickedly but before the corrupted fingertips of them could lay upon her, the bottom of her goblet smashed the sin out of them. The yelps of the foolish men were muffled by the loud music and she had given them nothing but a smirk—a tremendously mocking one— and then, shuffled to a different, random place.

Music flooded her ears along the tingling clicks of her high heels but soon, they stopped matching. “This party is getting boring.” She said, her words disorientated by the vibrating music. The once singing nerves seem to have ended their humming and the euphoria seeped out of her skin. She lifted the goblet of booze to her lips and sipped it down, the searing liquid journeying down her innards. Spark wiped the corners of her lips with the back of her hand and remained still. But, no effect took place. The usual dream-like haze that the alcohol weaves had been reduced even and she brought her eyebrows today. “No one should be drinking this beverage because it’s painful to swallow.” Spark muttered, simply to herself. Everyone around her was bouncing, figuratively, to the ceiling.

Then, all of their eyes slid to her direction.

She did not understand nor know the reason that led her into doing this action. Perhaps it was the tingling inside her nerves, the kindled flames of fun dying beneath her skin and the desire to obtain more fun. But, it had been done already. She had hoisted herself up the table, the tremulous stomp of her heels clattering the contents on it. It did not take very long for a crowd of people to take notice of her. She had always appreciated on her. The eyes of the others, most of the time, appeared to be doing numerous things. Some intensified eyes studied her, taking pleasure in her features while some feminine eyes aroused envy and pity inside their owners. It tells her about the various categories of people in the room—the judges, the peepers and the proud. “Greetings, ladies and boys and gals!” Her voice, oozing with self-confidence went aloud as she had pulled an attempt to overpower the blasting music.

“My eyes have not failed to notice the moves of you all slowing down and honestly, it pains me. The gals quitted waggling their flashy posteriors and the boys quitted doing their sexy waggling.” Spark did a theatrical sad expression which vanished in a second.

“And I have the solution for this.” The corners of her lips curled till they extended into a sly smile.

“So I am here to tell you all, clutch to the nearest boy or girl and go wild with them. Because this is a sick party and we all have to be wild partyers to strengthen the bond! Woo!” Her left hand flew into the air as she started the last word, extending the 'woo' into a 'woooooooooo'.

Her own behavior resembled a spoiled girl.

Maybe she is a spoiled girl.

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PLUTO ROSENTHAL
DISTRICT 12

As Pluto fixated his sight upon the figurine of a bloke—diamond optics raking from the bottom to the top, taking in the attractiveness—he noticed that he was also preparing for retreatment. However, a subtle change washed over him, he assumed, because he voiced an inquiry. (Which tugged on Pluto’s mind). Pluto was silenced, rosy hues pressing together as the query echoed. He repeated the same question back to himself. Mind short-circulated and gears within his skull contended to keep their movements in action.

‘W h y a m I d i f f e r e n t ?’

Is he considered as different because he is a god in a figurative manner?

Is he a god in a figurative manner even? Did the entire concept originate as the result of the hypnotic words spoken in the darkness—whispering to him about all the wicked creatures he had slain and the quantity of sapphires and rubies he could erupt from the ground?

Is he considering himself as different because he had been tempered to believe in it ever since the understanding of spoken words blossomed in his infant brain? Is it because of the fear of an unconfident son? Pluto asked himself:

‘Am I even confident?’ (I don’t think so)

Is the system of his mind engineered from a person’s words? Is his thoughts constructed from the fantasies which had been planted into his skull? This seed of illusoriness had grown in his innards into a wonderful tree—its branches crisscrossing against each other as they flourish along the walls of his mind. Something inside him was whispering; he can’t outline the content of the words for it is nothing but little whimpers.

(Free your m i n . . . . . . . d . . . . . . . . from this unreali t . . . - ). The voice faded into a deafening silence. The mentioned silence had seeped in both into his head and the powdery, poverty-sicken atmosphere. Such thoughts had sewed a lump in his throat and he had swallowed it in order to conjure a rasped response—ripe lips now barren from leaving his jaws unlocked for quite a time. He backs away from his gaze but Pluto insisted on in fixing a stare on the bloke—little curious, excited eyes studying his frame like the open books of a beautiful book.

“And, I didn’t really think of myself as the type to talk to strangers.”

But, this image of a stranger vanished each and every time his gaze intensifies. Is this fate’s workings? because he could have sworn he heard his heart skip a beat and trip. The oblique sun beams strike at his back, which was part of the projecting point, dipping his own visage in a brown shadow. He paid a little gratitude to the heaven’s eye for making the other oblivious to the blush on his cheeks. “I am not different. In fact, I am very much one of the many boys you meet in District 12, hoping for a way out of this cage we live in.” Detest laces his eyes as he jabs a glare at the dry soil.

“But, it is rare to see boys who write. Most are in work.”
He is taking himself as an example when he says this.

Pluto doesn’t know why he hadn’t exited his place on the tree’s branch. He was thinking of this boy as the sun and perhaps, he feared that if he came too close to him, he would dissipate into little ashes in the zephyr. He is the sun, with his beaming orbs and the glow that he conveys. But, his face carts a strange, melancholy-like feature that irritates Pluto slightly. From his perspective, this bloke appeared as an individual who stays up late at 3 am in the morning to contemplate about life and have an existential crisis. An opinion that needs to be labelled as accurate or inaccurate. “. . . I think, the question . . . is why are you different?” It weighted the air between them, did the inquiry divulge the curiosity he has from the other? Did he just make the entire thing awkward?

(Was that too desperate?)

Feelings were a complete foreign subject to him. He doesn’t know how they feel because he is too much of a virgin with love. He doesn’t know if he is experiencing currently. Does the skin crawl and shiver? Does the heart accelerate its beat, drumming and echoing throughout the ribcage? Does each and every breath escape his lips swifter? He swallows another lump and it dragged down along with it all of these frustrating, first-crush musings although it was too late to grapple a noise that projected up his throat and he was relieved only when it sprung out as a subtle, miniscule squeal.

Digits wrapped themselves around the bark of the tree and he ruins his previous posture, shifting into a different stance. And, Pluto prayed that he wouldn’t scatter into a bank of ashes as he descended from the tree for his feet to meet with solid ground, using amateur tree-climbing trees to reach the bottom. As coal-sprinkled shoes kiss the barren ground of 12, posture lose balance and he curses. Shit- fuck. Body topples forward, into the cage of the bloke’s arms.

(First impressions are always important. And he thinks he ruined it).

For mere seconds, he was set ablaze.

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Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Oct 1, 2017 13:22:59 GMT -5

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.

Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.

A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.

The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the sublime of her own road, the Line Lane. Pitiful a rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then.

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Pellentesque ullamcorper nibh eget nisl rhoncus blandit ultrices finibus libero. Phasellus elementum erat vitae consequat faucibus. Nam justo quam, efficitur vitae lorem eget, accumsan varius odio. Vestibulum ac ultricies mauris. Phasellus aliquet, augue egestas commodo volutpat, magna purus consectetur sem, a facilisis diam nisi id nibh. 

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Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 30, 2018 12:12:25 GMT -5

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