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Post by MALACHI BARINTHIUS MALEFICIUM on Apr 16, 2010 12:24:38 GMT -5
 WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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Today hadn't been such a good one for Malachi but then again, it was rare for him to have a good day when that day involved classes. Malachi hated school and he didn't take much enjoyment out of being there but there was something he hated more than school, the students. It was common knowledge that the seventeen year old didn't have many friends and the friends that he did have Malachi couldn't exactly consider them so. They were friends to his other half, his malicious and mean half. No one really knew Ky for who he really was but then again it wasn't like he let anyone get close enough to him for them to find out. The teenager wouldn't allow himself to open up to anyone. He kept everything bottled inside and he guessed that was one reason that he was such an asshole to others.
On this day in particular, the usual things took place. He went to all of his classes, almost falling asleep through them (except for Transfiguration and DADA), and torturing some unsuspecting first years during breaks. Once his classes were over, Malachi made his way through the castle, bypassing anyone who tried to talk to him, and headed straight for the dungeons. Malachi dropped his bag off in the empty dorm room and quickly changed out of his robes into something a bit more comfortable before grabbing his broom out from underneath his bed and exiting the castle in the direction of the Quidditch pitch. No one was down there and Malachi didn't expect any different. It was still early in the day so most people were still in classes and the houses hadn't yet started up Quidditch practice so there was really no reason for anyone to be down here. For Malachi, this had become a sort of routine whenever he had the spare time. He had never loved anything quite as much as he did flying. Being on a broom cleared his head, it was the one time in which he was happy and able to be free. He didn't have to put on a face in the sky. Flying allowed him to be himself for just that moment so Malachi embraced the warm sunshine that hit his back and smiled as the cool breeze swept his brown hair off his forehead and he took a plunging dive towards the ground only to pull up at the last minute to skyrocket back to the ever greying sky.
Finally it had started to rain but that didn't stop Malachi. It was only when it had begun lightening that the wizard finally floated to the ground and then hopped off the broom. He casually walked back along the grounds, which were pretty vacant due to the weather, deep in thought. He had so much work to do and while he knew he should get it done, a large part of him refused to do just that. Sighing, he swiveled his blue eyes to get a glance of the lake as he walked by before finally reaching the shelter of the castle. From all of the racket coming from the Great Hall, Malachi deduced that he had lost track of time once again as it was already dinner time. Yet, he wasn't going to go eat soaking wet and he already knew that if he went back to the dorm to change that he most likely wouldn't be walking back to get dinner. Then again, he wasn't really that hungry so he figured he could skip it for once.
He finally made it back into the empty dorm once more after a quick chat with the Bloody Baron and simply slid his broom back under his bed. Then, without much pause, he stripped the soaked shirt from his torso and draped it over a bedpost before he ran a hand through his brown hair to unplaster it from his head. Of course, he was sure that most witches and wizards would do some magic to dry everything up but Malachi was one that didn't see the point in using magic for every little thing. Plus, it wasn't like being wet was a horrible thing. He personally liked the rain. Just as he was about to pull off his pants though, he heard the dorm door open and he quickly glanced over his shoulder to see Mordred enter. He looked away from the boy after giving him a clearly dirty look and went back to undoing his pants before kicking off his shoes and then slipping the pants down and stepping out of them. "What's wrong? Couldn't find anyone to sit with you at dinner?" he asked with an acidic touch to his voice. Malachi knew Mordred had never liked him and he honestly didn't care because the boy didn't exactly seem like a huge ball of fun to be around. He was quiet and... weird. Malachi just took some pleasure out of getting digs in at him just to see how he would react. Malachi was still waiting for him to snap one of these days.
tagged mordred
outfit he's currently in boxers and socks
template PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
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Post by MORDRED LUCAS RYDELL on Apr 16, 2010 20:43:08 GMT -5
 how you turned my world ,[/i][/color][/size][/font] you precious thing. you starve and near exhaust me.[/i][/font][/size][/color][/center] Mordred Rydell was not your typical Slytherin, not in the way that one would expect. He was quiet, but not because he was shy, rather because he preferred to observe others, it allowed him to understand them on a different level, to work out there weaknesses. He rather enjoyed the rumors that flew around the school about him, getting some sort of morbid pleasure out of some things, others causing a rather frightening manic laughter. Today had been no different. A couple of fourth years had passed him in the hall whispering about him being a serial murderer with the quote 'it's always the quiet ones, you know!' The fact that he was running late for his final class of the day had been all he could focus on in order to hold in the laughter that threatened to break out. Oh how he loved to see them run when he laughed like a maniac. Needless to say a well placed glare had the same effect and the pair darted up the hallway like a couple of rabbits running from a fox, it was amusing.
The day had passed in a blurr of colours and conversation, none of which seemed to register in Mordred's mind. He had recieved word from home that his sister was sick. His family he couldn't care less for but his baby sister, Melonie, had only ever gotten seriously sick when he was away at school and he wondered if it was not another one of his wretched step mother's plots to keep him away from the five year old. Merlin knew Esmerelda, his bitch of a step sister, couldn't care less, she was smiling and laughing as normal and, if he were truthful, it sickened him. Still, after classes he trudged back to the dormitory, changed hurridly and then left, heading for the library. He needed to complete the assignment for Potions and he was in no frame of mind to be considering anything at the moment. With a sigh he had dropped himself at one of the tables, a large tome in front of him, and set to work. Five hours and several roles of parchment later he was getting nowhere and he resigned himself to the fact that this assignment would not get done tonight.
Glancing out the window of the library he noted a bright strike of lightning head towards the ground. When had the storm started up? The pelting rain on the castle was loud enough that he should have heard it! With a sigh he watched the inky clouds slide across the sky for a while and the raindrops race each other down the window. The darkness that had begun to blanket the sky outside indicated that it was getting late and he had probably missed dinner. He packed his belongings into his bag and nodded to the young librarian before throwing the bag over one shoulder and leaving the library, a sharp banging indicating the door had closed, rather loudly, behind him. He looked back at it for a moment and then made his way to the dungeons, dinner probably wasn't over yet but he couldn't be bothered eating. The halls were relatively empty as he headed towards the dungeons and he was thankful for that. He pushed the door open and made his way to the dormitory, hardly seeing anything or anyone along the way, not that he would be that lucky for long.
"What's wrong? Couldn't find anyone to sit with you at dinner?"
Oh great, just what I need! he thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as an all too familiar voice floated through the room. He threw his bag onto his bed and raised his eyebrow at the other boy. He had been dormmates with Malachi Maleficium for the past six years yet somehow he had never warmed up to the boy. His careful observations had shown that there was another level to the twin but no matter how hard he tried he could not work it out and that did not sit well with Mordred. "As a matter of fact I didn't have time to waste on menial tasks this afternoon" he said, his voice lacking his usual hiss and merely showing tiredness "unlike some..." and there it was, the scorn had returned as he sneered down his nose at the younger boy "...I was doing something useful with my time". He offered another, rather twisted, smirk and threw his hat onto the bed, stripping off his shirt and throwing that down as well, his jeans hung low on his hips. Mordred made a point to avoid looking at the other boy as much as possible, unless his mask was in place. It was no secret that Mordred Rydell would bed anything with a half decent body and the boy across from him was no eyesore. What was hidden from most, however, is that he longed for more than just that, at least some days he did.
With a sigh he dropped onto his bed and reclined back against the wall, pulling out some wizarding novel he had started to read a few days ago. It was a story that was partially centred in face, or so the author had said, based around Merlin and Morgan Le Fay. He opened it to the marked page and began to read, looking up every so often at his companion. It was then he noted the soaked state of the other boys clothes and his eyebrow raised again "what happened to you? decided to go frollicking with the Giant Squid, you know he doesn't believe in cross species... reproduction" he said, amusement lacing his voice and a smirk plastered on his features. His eyes had been trained back to the book as he spoke but that meant hardly anything where the Slytherin was concerned.
rp time;; just after dinner, around 6ish
rp location;; the slytherin boys dorms
character wearing;; keepin' it simple
top lyrics from;; within you - david bowie (labyrinth)
word count;; nine hundred and seventy nine
tagged;; malachi maleficium
notes;; thats ok, dear old mordred here is one of my old crew but i'm not sure how he will fit in around the site... we shall see. |
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Post by MALACHI BARINTHIUS MALEFICIUM on Apr 17, 2010 14:18:18 GMT -5
WARRIOR POET ONCE SAID ," you're not dead yet so live like you could be . "
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When Malachi first came to school it was kind of a rude awakening to him. With his twin by his side, he was constantly scrutinized for being from the Maleficium family on top of the fact that he was a Slytherin. He felt like some people were expecting great things out of him or just waiting for him to kill someone depending on the side of the fence the person was on. The young boy quickly learned that being a student at Hogwarts was like being a goldfish in a shark tank; you were bound to get eaten if you didn't swim fast enough. Malachi knew how he had to act and his attitude only got worse over the years but, nevertheless, him and Mordred didn't start off on a good foot anyways. In the beginning Malachi really couldn't stand the sight of the guy but the more he spent around him and the more he got used to Mordred the more he could tolerate him. However, it was rare that he would ever hang out with the guy but Malachi was keeping a lot of things bottled up, including the many times that he had come back to the room drunk and sort of fantasized about Mordred. He had since tried to forget all of those thoughts as he tried to forget anything else he thought about or did with a guy.
After six years of living with someone, Malachi kind of already knew what to expect from the other Slytherin and he simply smirked. "Doing something menial? Are you sure you weren't just wasting your time?" he asked, his blue eyes dropping onto the shape of Mordred's bag before he threw himself into bed and pulled off his socks. He tucked the socks together into the shape of a ball and tossed into the air with one hand as the other hand went up to tuck itself behind Malachi's head against the headboard. His blue eyes followed the sock ball for a moment as he continuously threw it up in the air and then caught it again before he finally looked back over at Mordred, noticing that he was out of his shirt and laying in bed as well. "You know... you could just as easily scare a first year into doing your work for you. They aren't the brightest but then again, neither are you," he muttered before hurling the sock ball in the direction of Mordred. It smacked quite harshly off the back of his book and Malachi looked over at him with an innocent smile. Ok so it wasn't normal for him to aim to get on his nerves this much but Malachi was quite in a mischievous mood and it wasn't like his brother was anywhere around for him to fight with.
However, Mordred quickly returned with slick words and Malachi gave him an approving nod before giving a laugh. This was what he liked about Mordred; he may have been quiet but he was never the one to keep quiet when he had the opportunity to say something smart. His words only fueled Malachi. "What do you mean he doesn't believe in cross species? There is clear proof that he does. How else do you think your ugly ass got here?" More often than not Malachi said shit just to entertain himself. He didn't necessarily do it to get someone pissed off but just to make himself laugh. When it came to Mordred, Malachi had never truly hated him and he never had a reason to so he simply just kept himself entertained by throwing insults at his dormmate. "I went flying and it is clearly raining. Sorry to ruin what would otherwise be an amusing story for you."
words idk
tagged mordred
outfit he's currently in boxers
template PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
notes i can feel building sexual tension lol |
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Post by MORDRED LUCAS RYDELL on Apr 17, 2010 23:01:49 GMT -5
how you turned my world , [/i][/color][/size][/font] you precious thing. you starve and near exhaust me.[/i][/font][/size][/color][/center] "Doing something menial? Are you sure you weren't just wasting your time?"
"You know... you could just as easily scare a first year into doing your work for you. They aren't the brightest but then again, neither are you,"
Mordred let out a snort that sounded somewhere between amused and pissed off. He raised his eyes to his companion's face and raised an eyebrow in an almost mocking way. The other boy was throwing his socks in the air in some sort of parody of a ball and Mordred shook his head, glancing back down and the page in front of him he attempted to ignore the constant movement of the sock ball, which was proving rather difficult. Mordred wanted to rip the boy limb from limb but he refrained, clenching the sides of his book until his knuckles began to turn white. For the first time in a while the dark-haired Slytherin lacked a witty response and it unnerved him. Normally he was full of wisecrack remarks but today they seemed to have slipped out of his head and had probably got lost in the library somewhere. He wanted to groan and grumble but it was not proper. A thump and the movement of his book made him look up. He had internally jumped but did not show it on the outside. Looking down at his bed he noted the sock ball sitting beside him and he scowled "don't you have anything better to do than annoy the shit out of me?" he hissed at the other boy, marking his page and standing up. He stalked towards the other boy's bed, the desire to wrap his fingers around the boy's throat had increased ten fold.
He rarely gave in to such temptation and he was not going to start now, not for anyone. He glared down at the other boy, his shoulder-length hair falling across his shoulders and framing his face slightly. Combined with the scowl on his face and the flash of anger in his eyes he looked almost... demonic! He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist in an attempt to regain self control and straightened himself up, standing tall. At 6'2" he was a rather tall boy and his lanky frame made him appear rather weak until someone noticed the muscle tone, particularly in his arms. He loved being underestimated, especially by those who thought they would challenge him only to find themselves thrown against a wall, dangling by their neck. He got some sort of sick pleasure out of it. That was what he longed to do to the idiot sitting on the bed in front of him. Dangle him by his neck from the wall and see how long it took to make the boy squirm. He was betting a few galleons that it wouldn't take too long. Turning on his heel he headed back to his bed and dropped into it once more, opening the book again "watch your tongue or I'll cut it out so you can actually see it" he hissed.
"What do you mean he doesn't believe in cross species? There is clear proof that he does. How else do you think your ugly ass got here?"
"I went flying and it is clearly raining. Sorry to ruin what would otherwise be an amusing story for you."
That was one step too far for Mordred. Had it been insulting his father or step mother he would not have cared but that comment hit a little too close to home. It was not the insult to himself that mattered but rather that his mother had been unable to produce a decent enough heir. He jumped from his bed once more and was over to his dormmates in a flash. He snapped his hand out and closed it around the other boy's throat "you want to continue making comments regarding my family? I assure you that you will not live" he hissed, completely ignoring the jab that had been made in return for his comment on the wet clothes, it had gone from his mind the moment such an insult was made. He knew he had, perhaps, given the other boy what he wanted. He had reacted to something and it was usual for him what with his carefully calculated mask and all but for some reason the other boy got under his skin more than most people.
rp time;; just after dinner, around 6ish
rp location;; the slytherin boys dorms
character wearing;; keepin' it simple
top lyrics from;; within you - david bowie (labyrinth)
word count;; seven hundred and thirty six
tagged;; malachi maleficium
notes;; haha indeedy... mordy's getting nasty *snickers* |
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