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Post by cho vivian chang on Sept 12, 2010 23:54:14 GMT -5
Cho lifted her head as soon as she heard someone coming through the doors. It had been a slow week. Which she was glad, since that meant not alot of people were being careless or were off getting hurt or what ever nonsense they did these days. She hadn't been sleeping well and no just for one night, it was almost a week. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, before she stood up and stretched along the way to see who had opened the doors so abruptly. She bit her lip and sighed seeing that it was some trouble maker or the wind.
She sighed once more. She really need to go out and do something. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked towards her way to the exit. She was glad she had at least twenty minutes left of her shift that she spent asleep. She felt terrible, but one of the other healers had covered her. She apperated home as soon as she was outside the doors of St. Mungos. As soon as she got home she headed straight for the shower, she needed to go out. Everyone seemed to go out and have fun on nights such as these. She ran her fingers through her soft curls before opening the door to the three broomsticks, it had only been an hour since she had left her house.
She never really visited establishments like this. Its not like she need to kill her liver with alcoholic drinks. But once in a while, especially since she never drank or so it seemed. She guessed it wouldn't hurt her to have a little taste. "I'll take that."She said as her hand rested on an empty seat at the counter. She had been pointing at the bottle of firewhiskey so as soon as she sat down the bottle was in front of her. She took off her coat and hanged it on her chair before taking the bottle and taking a drink.
the outfit
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Post by kyle damien walker on Sept 17, 2010 21:43:29 GMT -5
It was starting to get boring. Every day, Kyle got up, went to the Ministry, did all of his training, then headed over to the Death Eater headquarters to pass on any news he might have learned over the day, then traveled to the Order headquarters to pass on any fake information he may have been given during his visit to the DE headquarters. The same thing, every day. He hadn't minded so much at first, since he had at least been occupied all the time, and never had any free time to really focus on doing anything else. But he was tired when he got home, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He needed a change.
So tonight, he had refrained from going to either Headquarters. While he may have made a habit of never missing a single day, he doubted anyone would mind if he missed one day. Everyone was probably getting sick of him anyway. Might as well go out and have some fun, right? It had been a while since he'd been given a chance to do that, and not that he had the chance, he was going to take it. So upon arriving home, he went straight to the shower and cleaned himself, since he didn't really think anyone would want to talk to a sweaty guy that had just gotten out of work. He certainly wouldn't want to talk to some sweaty guy, no matter what their reason for being sweaty was.
After showering, he dressed himself and made a quick detour to his mother's bedroom, where he briefly told her where he was going, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. He didn't know why he had gotten into the habit of doing little things like that. Maybe it was because of the fact he had never been one to stray from his patterns, and when he did, he didn't want his mother to need him to do something for her, just to find that he wasn't there. He didn't want her to worry.
Having told his other he would be going to the Three Broomsticks - that hadn't really been his plan, he had just stated the first place that had come into mind at the time - he closed his eyes and imagined himself standing in the middle of the high street in the lovely little place of Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade, he thought to himself, and spun on the spot. There was the terrible feeling of constriction, and he momentarily felt the urge to scream because he couldn't breathe, and he found himself standing comfortably in the middle of a very cold area with his eyes closed. Opening them slightly, he found himself standing exactly where he had pictured himself in his mind.
He jogged over to the entrance of the Three Broomsticks and entered, not really wanting to stay in the damned cold. Upon entering the building, he went directly to the counter, sitting in a stool while he waited for the bartender to come over. What did he want to get? A firewhiskey would be nice, since he hadn't had one in a while - since his last day at Hogwarts before the NEWT testing began, to be exact, but he was in more of a butterbeer mood. "Can I get a butterbeer?" he decided when the bartender came over. A butterbeer was shoved in front of him, and he took a small sip of it, savoring the flavor. He didn't have these things too often, and it was nice to be able to just sit and enjoy it.
He was alone for a few minutes, but the stool next to him was quickly occupied, and he glanced over at the occupant of teh seat beside him. It looked a lot like something-or-other Chang, who was a former Ravenclaw, and just a year older than him. He could never really remember someone's first name very well, but he tried. Frowning, he looked down at his butterbeer. What was her name? Chi? Chow? No... It started with a "C", he knew that. But after that, he was lost.
WORD COUNT: sixteen hundred and eight... not really though. xD
LYRICS: homecoming, hey monday
OUTFIT: click!
NOTES: i hope you don't mind my joining. (:
TAG: cho chang / open
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Post by cho vivian chang on Sept 18, 2010 22:45:52 GMT -5
Cho had been so absorbed in her thoughts she had left her firewhiskey untouched. What was she thinking about? Her facial expression seemed puzzled, like she was back in school trying to figure out a difficult problem. Thought that were running through her mind consisted of friends, family and work. It was the three basic things people thought about.
She was trying to figure out why she was so tired. It was not like she was out and about. She hadn't been the social after graduating from Hogwarts. Its not like there were people she really wanted to get in touch with. And if there was, she doubted she would contact them. She always felt if she was to send someone a letter or what not, she felt like she was bothering them. So she stayed away from keeping in touch with people. Of course if people wanted to keep in touch with her, that was a different story. She sighed as she took another sip of her fire-whiskey.
She shook her head softly she had to stop thinking so much. She should of stayed home and had a nice long bubble bath. A glass of red wine and a nice bowl of pasta. She could of relaxed while she read a book or something like that. But no here she was hair a bit damp from her hot shower and her hurried walk to change into something so she could get out of her flat.
She could of been home losing sleep over something she had no idea she was losing sleep over. She drained her bottled and slid it away and motioned for another one. She liked to sit at the counter, at least she was close to the alcohol and she could look like she wasn't alone. Taking the bottle in her hand, she spun around slowly in her chair, just to glance around and see who was all in the pub today. Her eyes fell upon the guy sitting next to her. She always had the habit of occupying a seat before looking to see if someone was saving it for someone else."I didn't steal this seat from you did I? I mean you weren't saving it for a friend or something. If so, I can gladly move."Cho said with a smile, before taking another drink of her fire-whiskey.
notes: of course not. (=
outfit: clicky
tag: kyle walker/open
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