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Post by Colle Reid Jamison on Nov 16, 2011 0:39:00 GMT 1
Originally Colle had wanted to stay within the Slytherin common room and turn into bed when the stragglers from the Valentine’s ball came back. But after Kaine left he was pretty much left alone with his own thoughts in an empty dungeon common room, even the fire had died down to embers, the crackling wood glowing among the ashes. Even Rabastan had gone to the ball, even he’d gone to socialise and it made Colle wonder just why he didn’t want to go. Of course there’s his inability to socialise with anybody without insulting them at least once, or without coming onto them. Plus his laziness really does have no limits, he really couldn’t see why he would want to go, there would be nothing in it for him whatsoever, so what’s the point?
Regardless of his common sense telling him to stay put his curiosity wanted to venture out and see exactly what was happening. Colle can’t really stand knowing that he’s missing out on some decent information (or gossip as everybody else calls it, he’s been known to spread many a rumour).
He ended up sat on the stairs of the entrance hall, a large bottle of the punch held in his hand, lips pressed just lightly to the rim of the bottle. He’d managed to get some small Slytherin boy to get the drink for him so he never actually had to enter the hall itself. So far it had been refilled twice, the amount of alcohol within it had begun to affect his mind just a little. His usual dark thoughts span out of control, ebbing within a steadily hazy brain until most of them just wouldn’t make much sense to anybody other than himself. He’d originally been watching the few people just outside the great hall meander around, chatting to each other and every now and then notice the Slytherin perched on the stairs, it wasn’t that he was waiting for anybody, he was simply just doing exactly what he had been doing earlier; sitting on his ass. Only now he could be nosey at the same time. And way-hey! Free alcohol!
Blue eyes blinked slowly, reopening just in time to see Rabastan leave the hall in a rather intimidating manner. A lazy smirk pulled at his lips and for a moment he was going to stand and move to meet the other Slytherin in the common room but sheer laziness and the prospect of more tampered with punch kept him seated firmly on the stairs.
Time is a funny old thing really, it seems to go so very quickly when really hours have passed. At other times it can seem like a few hours have passed when in reality it’s been moments. Right now Colle wasn’t really aware of how long he was sat there, his mind was far more focused on the warmth of intoxication slowly seeping through his body, what little left of his attention span fixed on the few people wandering around the entrance to the hall. Mostly he was thinking of how easily it would be to ruin one of the girls night. He would have to be somewhat good at charms in order to conjure up a flame though and right now he doubts he’d even excel in either of his more advanced classes.
Temptation, however, is difficult to resist at the best of times and so for his own sake he was going to have to remove himself from the vicinity before he does something drastic. Or before Kaine discovers his lurking friend loitering on the stairs choosing to drink himself into a more sociable mood. So he stood, albeit a little wobbily at first but nonetheless, there was definite vertical occurrences happening right now. The first rush of standing was all that bothered his motor functions and just a few moments later the Slytherin was descending the stairs and making his way across the entrance hall towards the doors. Which was where he spotted Integra exiting the ball.
A smirk pulled to his lips and he spoke automatically, not even giving himself time to think, “Echoes!” A brief bark of her name, just to catch her attention, there’s no need for any social niceties among Slytherins, “you’re looking a little flustered..” And what? Why did he care? He didn’t really, not particularly anyway. She was somebody that Rabastan knew though, somebody he respected (the term ‘respected’ being used loosely here), perhaps, just maybe, she was somebody he may benefit from just from simple, albeit forced, civility. “I’m going out for a smoke. Was thinking alcohol and the lawns?” Maybe the lake if he could be bothered to walk that far. “You can come and curse any snogging couples nearby? I don’t want you bringing your hormonal frustrations into the dungeons.”
He has no idea what’s wrong with her, but quite frankly he doesn’t care.. This is Colle at his most civil, in his eyes she should be appreciative.
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Post by integra echoes on Dec 2, 2011 7:46:53 GMT 1
She sniffed as she approached the stairs and smoothed her dress and hair. Was it hot in here? She needed to get away. But as soon as the fleeting thought came to mind Colle had approached her. And when he did she very nearly ripped his head off entirely and ate it. But she swallowed once and buried the feeling deep deep down inside her. She had a job to do soon and she'd need that gut reaction of anger and hate then more than she would now. The sound of a smoke was appealing, but it was tethered to the opportunity for company and she was not very fond of that idea.
"Be careful what you say or I'll shove my hormonal frustrations right up your arse." Integra squared her shoulders and breathed suppressing the urge to lash out more. Who was this kid? Did she know him? No. But Rabastan did and though she was more than upset with him at the moment, she really did want to be on Rabastan's good side. Making nice with his friends wasn't a bad idea. The notion of hexing snoggers sweetened the deal. With a little raised eye brow she looked him over a little. He was a bit wobbly and reeked of alcohol. He must have some on him so it couldn't be that bad.
Turning to stand beside him a little more she stood straight and rolled her neck. Picking up her dress she gave him a forced little smile. "Alright.. I'm up for a bit of liquor and a smoke." Taking the flask from his hand she tossed her head back and took a gulp before handing it back. She made no trace of a wince or any other face as the liquid hit her throat and rushed into her insides. Heading for the doors she looked at him as they started their little stroll.
"So why aren't you at the dance with some scared little thing on your arm? I thought if Rabastan was asking me to go with him he must have had something planned and would have asked all his little buddies to attend as well." She eyed him carefully watching his face to find any trace of the truth. She could spot a liar from a mile away. And drunks were usually much less graceful about stretching the truth. Integra wanted to know if his little outburst was the cause of a plan awry that she could blame someone else on, or if it was possibly her, or if it was legitimately unexpected and uncalled for.
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Post by Colle Reid Jamison on Dec 14, 2011 14:05:16 GMT 1
Now usually, when somebody snaps back at him in such a way that Integra had just done he would have quite happily have punched them in the face and left them broken nosed on the floor.. It was either the alcohol in his system or she had actually been amusing, but a chuckle passed his lips before he could stop it, nothing less than a confident air remained around his entire being, fuelled by his general belief that he’s just plain better. Plus, he truly didn’t think that she would actually do such a thing, his mind had instantly turned to the gutter at her snappy retort which truly didn’t help matters. He had no interest in getting into her pants at all, she seemed far too much effort for his liking, too strong minded. All the same though, he’s a guy with a guy’s mind and little things when turned sexual are just plain funny.
The forced smile was obvious even to somebody as emotionally dense as Colle, on one hand he realises that a smile is supposedly something shared for pure civility’s sake, but on the other he has no idea why she would even bother. If there’s one thing Colle knows it’s that people pretend, they fake things in order to get something, instantly his mind believed she was going to attempt to pull the wool over his eyes, “wipe off that fucking smile, Echoes, before your face cracks.” Whoever said honesty is the best policy was obviously wrong. Honesty plus intoxication within somebody like Colle combine to create a concoction that isn’t to everybody (almost nobody’s) taste, the lack of inhibition makes this Slytherin a thousand times more dangerous than in a saner state of mind. He already has issues with controlling his anger as it is.
“I’m not some dumbass Hufflepuff who’ll crumble at the first sight of a scowl,” he flashed her a smirk, taking back his flask without revealing a hint of how impressive he actually thought her drinking skills were, “we’ve never spoken,” more a fact than a question, “but it’s been seven years and let me tell you straight, you’re much more durable when you’re being.. well, you. ” He resisted the urge to start listing the traits that he saw in her, mostly because he didn’t really fancy getting into a fight with another seventh year, especially with alcohol in his system. Besides, quite a few of those traits he had himself, as long as his sarcastic sense of humour is taken with a pinch of salt he and Integra may even see eye to eye. Maybe. Possibly.. Perhaps not, though the minimalistic possibility still allows room for a chance.
His mind had chance to focus as they began strolling, the motor function alone tripping his concentration skills into swing. It’s a double edged blade though really, he can think a little more clearly but perhaps not upon the important matter of conversation, instead it was more on what he’d do for alcohol once Integra had drank it all. However her question didn’t really need much thinking on, his reaction was instantaneous alone, “there’s nobody in the school who interests me,” which is a flat out lie, even a deaf man could have heard the lie in his voice, “nobody who deserves me anyway..” The latter was added just to try and cover up his former words, unfortunately his voice hadn’t changed other than a higher tone of arrogance underlying the short sentence. “’Sides,” he added, scuffing the floor with his foot as they wandered, a small stone bouncing a few foot ahead of them, “if I wanted some scared thing for the night, it wouldn’t be for dancing. Sex isn’t a seasonal thing, Echoes, we both know that.” And romance is dead in the eyes of this Slytherin.
“I’m assuming Rabastan lost his delicate little temper,” not that Colle can really talk, his is quite unstable at the best of times, “What stopped you from shoving your wand up his ass and cursing him from the inside out?” It was a genuine question, he would have expected at least something from the feisty female. It didn’t make sense to him, so curiosity will pique.
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Post by integra echoes on Jan 20, 2012 4:02:08 GMT 1
Integra wasn't sure what it was about Colle that drove her into the mood to talk. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was that she felt like if any one was going to call her bullshit it would be him. Maybe it was that she knew he'd see the bullshit. She wasn't being very much like herself that evening. The truth was that nothing that any one saw of her was actually anything like the real her. Integra's insides were much much different than what she let everyone see. Maybe Colle was right and he didn't even know it. Maybe she would be more durable as herself. Perhaps that was why she felt okay talking with him. Then again. It may have been the human inability to remember things after a night of drinking.
Walking with him she let him talk sex and Rabastan and licked her cool lips. "You could say that...." His question was.....hard to answer to say the least she wanted to say a thousand things but she knew only one thing was the right thing to say. Lucky for her she'd decided not to comment on his little lie about no one catching his eye. Inside she knew he at least felt something the same as her. There was a pull that drew her to Rabastan that she didn't even want to admit to herself. Swallowing she set her eyes forward and straightened her neck. "He's our leader here, Colle. It would have been inappropriate to act out like that." Had it been anyone else she definitely would have done exactly that. Taking a long second to blink she tried to keep her face blank. Though the more blank it looked the more her answer seemed rehearsed and empty. The dried out traces of the few tears that had fallen gave her away a little. Rabastan's disapproval of her felt like daggers being driven into her very existence.
Pushing through the doors she took a cigarette from her clutch purse and put it to her lips before digging for a match. Lighting it she breathed it in and sighed it out. That made the stabbing feeling a little more dull. "Besides... would you want to feel the wrath of Rabastan Lestrange once you'd rectal hexed him?" This night was getting to be a drag and Integra needed something to get her mind off all of it. Looking at Colle she grinned to herself. The poor boy needed to earn his loyalties with their kind. But he also needed a chance to prove to her that he was worthy of working with them.
But wouldn't that make Rabastan angry? Did she really care? What could they do? They could set a village on fire. Nah... Maybe Mame and torture someone. Kidnapping was well over rated. Well, she'd set that aside for a while and see where their night took them. Perhaps he would inspire her and she'd come up with something much more terrible for them to do. "Now... On to more pressing matters. Unless you've got an automatic refill charm on this flask then we're going to need to find another source of alcohol. So... Any fabulous ideas about how and where to get it? Because honestly.. I'm a much nicer person to be around when I've drank everything else numb. And I can tell you now that even if you do have a refilling charm on it, that I've been known to out drink the charm." She wanted to just drink for days on end until everything was back to normal. She was crazy and got laid every night. Sometimes more than once a night. It was so much easier to live when the world saw her like that. So much easier to hide the truth. Maybe she was more durable as herself, but not more comfortable. And not half as strong or forceful. Maybe she'd just become best friends with a bar stool again. That always made her feel so very happily numb.
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