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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Jan 4, 2010 8:07:51 GMT
 • THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -Blame it on liquid courage (or stupidity) but Ezekiel had arrived and felt like more of an idiot than he ever had before. The familiar snarling beast that was his nicotine addiction had reared its ugly head and now he was fairly itching for a smoke. He had dared himself to come here but he wasn't sure for what, Zeke made it a point to avoid Roxanne lest he become a jealous moron and attempt to murder anyone she was dancing with. With the burn of alcohol still on his tongue and searing his throat he was thrust into a throbbing expanse with all of his fellow classmates. No matter their year or popularity they were ALL here.
Always one to give special occasions 'the finger' he was dressed in a suit jacket and jeans, sunglasses lingering on the verge of forgotten in the breast pocket of aforementioned jacket. Even though he was shirking the tradition of wearing nice clothing he still looked unusually cleaned up, the reason being that he might run across Roxanne tonight and if he had to swallow his pride and 'be a man' (whatever the bloody hell that meant) he would do so by looking smoking hot in the process. Lips curling into something that resembled neither a smirk nor a frown he began a retreat toward a darker corner of the illuminated space, calloused hand touching the metal flask in his pocket to ensure it was not jostled from its hiding place. Wondering whether or not this was a bad idea was well behind him now as he stood and surveyed the scene around him.
Recognizing a few of the faces that swam out at him during the blare of music he saw some of his players swaying to the beat and he rolled his eyes as they swept past him. He might never live this one down if he called a practice tomorrow as he had been planning. Nothing like a little post-dance practice to make them regret ever partying too much at a school event. Does that make me sadistic? A mischievous smile settled upon his countenance as he produced the silver container of liquor and took a quick swig before stepping out into the crowd of whirling couples.
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Post by likearose on Jan 7, 2010 21:57:40 GMT
the drinks are flowing ! TAGGED ezekiel and openn WORDS 320 odd. TEMPLATE PANIC! IT'S LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES blah blah
JUST LIKE A RIVER, THE WHOLE NIGHT ENDS WITH A BLUR, SHE'S GOT NO LIMIT
SHE THINKS SHE'S SO TOUGH, CAN'T WALK A STRAIGHT LINE, AT THE END OF
THE NIGHT SHE'S ROUGH, HER DRESS WHISPERS RECKLESS, THE NIGHT, STARTS now as she slips !
she didn't want to be here. oh, god she didn't. dances, they just weren't her thing. she could do big messy sweaty concerts, and arguemnets, and crowed rooms, and music, but, she could, just couldn't deal with dances. she'd been here twenty minutes, wandering around, from group to group, making polite small talk to pass the time. but, she had migrated to a shaded corner, craving something, anything that could help her forget the last few days. be it alcohol, drugs, nicotine, or someone tro make out with in a dark alcove.
watching the party with one eye, she cast a tempus charm, and glared at the floting numbers. she still had hours left, stuck here with nothing to do. the only people she'd usually dance with weren't around, and she hadn't talked to them in days. not that she wanted to, not anymore. she could del on her own, she had before now. her brother was around, and she was the most popular girl in slytherin, of course she would be fine. but, never the less, she missed them like hell.
looking stunning in a blue dress, she spun in a circle, after conjouring mirror to check her hair, and smiled. she might aswell be miserable and good looking, than miserable and ugly. flicking her wand, she vanished the mirror, and looking up as a tall blonde moved into her shady corner, and smiled. looking over at him, she grinned at the evil smirk that adorned his handsome features. She might get along with this boy. she moved closer, looking up at him, and smiling, "Hey, I'm Jersey. You enjoying this as much as I am?" she asked, a laughing smile on her face, sarcasmk thick in her voice. the height difference was amazing, despite the heels that adorned her feet. she was short, not as short as some people, but small enough for it to matter.
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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Jan 10, 2010 0:05:42 GMT
• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -He was watching the night unfold before him and he seemed perfectly fine with letting it roll away from him. There was no reason for him to be here and yet here he was, punishing himself for his own cowardice. Lips settled slowly back into the unreadable line that was so often seen gracing his countenance. So intent was he on watching the other people moving on the dance floor that he did not notice the petite blonde coming toward him from the comfort of the shadows. Alcohol was definitely blurring his reaction times, normally he would not have allowed anyone to come that close to him without announcing themselves first. His right eye was acting up again, his line of sight half blurred.
Ezekiel now took a better look at the girl that was now standing in close proximity to him, the halo of light blonde hair catching in the magically conjured lighting. Even through the growing haze of intoxication he recognized her from somewhere. Sparks of sudden enlightenment flickered in his eyes, quickly dying as he fished about in his pocket for his cigarettes. He would have to go outside for this of course, but only if he could make it toward Hagrid's Hut without falling off an incline and killing himself in the process. Accio bush! only worked so many times y'know. She was a Slytherin and if memory served she was the snappier of her serpentine brethren but that made no matter.
She hadn't made the unfortunate mistake of somehow annoying him yet and the liquid in his stomach was slowly beginning to effect his mood, quite possibly in a more positive light.
"If by enjoy y'mean loathe, despise, an' abhor the whole thing then sure. Ah dinnae know why Ah even bothered. M'name's Ezekiel."
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Post by likearose on Jan 14, 2010 11:49:01 GMT
the drinks are flowing !TAGGED ezekiel and openn WORDS 320 odd. TEMPLATE PANIC! IT'S LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES blah blah
JUST LIKE A RIVER, THE WHOLE NIGHT ENDS WITH A BLUR, SHE'S GOT NO LIMIT
SHE THINKS SHE'S SO TOUGH, CAN'T WALK A STRAIGHT LINE, AT THE END OF
THE NIGHT SHE'S ROUGH, HER DRESS WHISPERS RECKLESS, THE NIGHT, STARTS now as she slips !
sighing, she headed down towards the buffet table, picking up a glass, and wandering away. it was only simple juice, and underage charm being placed on any alcohol in the building, but it was still in the delicate glass flutes that jersey was used to from home, elegent but not over the top.
she hadn't caught sight of her friends, but she pushed that from her mind as the blonde turned to acknowlege her, pulling a packet of cigarettes from his pocket as he did. smiling, she looked back up at him as he spoke. "I have no idea why I'm here either. I'm tempted to go outside and drink myself into oblivion. And you can't smoke those in here." she laughed, suddenly tempted. she needed alcohol, or drugs, just, something that would calm the screeching in her head, and the memories from the recent arguemnets.
she twirled the bangles on her wrist, a small smile on her face. atleast she wasn't the only one who hated things like this. she'd had to deal with it enough when she was younger, and during the holidays, she didn't want to have to handle it at school aswell. "ezekiel? nice name. original." she smiled. so what if she was slytherin', no one could see her, and no one would care in the morning. hell, maybe it would be the new fashion, consorting with other houses, if she wanted...
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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Jan 14, 2010 19:14:14 GMT
• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -He knew the rules, sure, but like any stringent policy it was made to be defied. Lips twisted into some form of a smile, shoulders heaving up and down into a shrug. Must have been some sort of subconscious desire to be seen by the public, it was as if they were afraid of not existing for a night. Afraid of not being able to participate in an event where anyone could go with anyone and the truth was he didn't want to miss a single thing. Count this as a self-torture, and she was probably doing the same thing that he was--making sure the world knew that she existed beyond Slytherin even if she was standing at the outskirts of the ball with a Ravenclaw nobody.
"There's no sense in that, the little firsties would miss you making them cry everyday."
Glancing toward the nearest exit he grinned, a cheshire and contrary thing full of mischief with a shot of whiskey. There was nothing wrong with bowing out for just a little while, and he was about to tell this girl as much.
"Why don't we step out fer a bit, a cigarette an' a few drinks an' maybe we'll find our moods significantly improved."
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Post by likearose on Jan 23, 2010 23:41:36 GMT
the drinks are flowing !TAGGED ezekiel and openn WORDS 320 odd. TEMPLATE PANIC! IT'S LAUZ @ CAUTION NOTES blah blah
JUST LIKE A RIVER, THE WHOLE NIGHT ENDS WITH A BLUR, SHE'S GOT NO LIMIT
SHE THINKS SHE'S SO TOUGH, CAN'T WALK A STRAIGHT LINE, AT THE END OF
THE NIGHT SHE'S ROUGH, HER DRESS WHISPERS RECKLESS, THE NIGHT, STARTS now as she slips !
a smile crossed her face, and her head tilted as she caught grasp of his accent. it was cute, and, having spent a lot of time with her brother lately, it was refreshing. both her had her brother had retained their manhattan drawls, which she loved. setting her glass on the ground behind her, she grinned up at him, an evil glint in her eye. not that that was uncommon usually....
"first years? oh, i must apologise, i thought they were house elves... they must be shrinking...i was never that small." she has, before laughing. of course she was that small, jeeze, she was almost that small now. she had no clue where she got it from, seeing as her father was a six foot blonde giant, and her mother wasn't that much smaller. she must just be deformed.
smirking once again, she turned and, linking her arm through his, she smiled. this boy was brilliant. ravenclaw maybe, she had no clue how he ended up there. this boy should be with her. he was smoking hot, and he thought just like she did. what more could a girl ask for? "well, who am i to turn down an offer of that. i have just the thing for a time like this" muggle vodka and firewhiskey lay under her bed, warded of course. a smile was on her face, and it was obvious that she was relieved to have a valid excuse to flee from the room, without getting an asswhooping from someone of her friends.
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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Jan 25, 2010 2:05:52 GMT
• THIS PART OF ME •
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
THIS PART OF ME
I'LL NEVER SHOW
- - - - - - - - - - - -Shaking his head at her airy remark he closed his eyes, the thudding of the music pounding like a battering ram at his ear drums. In all truth he wanted to avoid this place and anything having to do with it. He must have felt some sick need to torture himself with the knowledge of wanting something he couldn't have. But this girl standing before him was a different entity entirely; she was assessing him very carefully as someone might a prize horse or dog. If she knew his pedigree she probably wouldn't have anything to with him but tonight their escapist mentality had brought them together.
"Mhm, o'course not." A skeptical brow betrayed his thoughts to her but he was feeling uncharacteristically affable as he allowed her to thread her arm through his own. His lips twitching ever so slightly as he inclined his head toward her, "Oh? And what is that exactly and where do we have to go?"
Already he was guiding her from their dark corner toward the dim light of the dance, they were going to get away from here and he would forget himself for a while. Get lost in making some other memory that might easily be forgotten before the night was over with. It was a poor excuse to combat some private misery with substance abuse but sometimes anything was preferable to actually feeling something. Anything.
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Post by ezekiel patrick greer on Feb 12, 2010 20:50:13 GMT
( OMG. THE DRAMA. I IZ SO EXCITED. )
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