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alias: Jonsie
player age: 26
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character age: Seventeen
occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Hufflepuff, 6th Year
relationship status: Taken - Klarion Bleak <3
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evangeline riot

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22 Feb 2018, 02:55 PM
Hey all, I'm going to be off site for a while, idk how long. I dunno if I'll be on to check site things or not, or if I'll be just not around, depends on how things go I guess.

I'm assuming I'll be coming back at some point.

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1 Feb 2018, 02:31 AM
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<p><div class="dighead"> You are my obsession,</div> <div class="bonesub">just something about your love. </div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify;/line-height: 110%; font-size: 11px;">

Evan shot up quickly, gasping for air as she shuddered and trembled. Her hands lifted up to her throat where she'd felt the ghost of past pressure. Pushing down, down until she choked and couldn't breathe to keep her from making a sound. In her half asleep state she attempted to pry away the warm hands of her attacker only to find there wasn't anything there. He could still hear it all in her head, loudly, clearly as though it had happened only moments ago, as if those traumatic wounds were fresh and not well over half a decade old, 'That's my girl.' His voice was like gravel, rough and biting. Evan found herself shuddering again, her head dropping into her hands as she tried to force the voice away, “Get a hold of yourself Angel.” She whispered under her breath before freezing.
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Angel.
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It had been a long, long time since she'd called herself that. At least it felt like an extremely long time. So much had happened since then. She had been taken in my the minister of magic, befriended a serial killer, and then there was what happened with Klarion the night before. Her fingers tangled in her blonde hair as she tried to level her still panicked breathing. At least she was able to realize where she was and not end up bawling her stupid face off, unlike the night Ed had showed up to calm her down during that last nightmare.
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This sort of thing hadn't happened in a long, long time and she didn't know where it had come from or what it had been brought to the surface. She took in a deep breath and held it before letting it out shakily. If she really thought on it she could probably piece together why she'd been hit so hard with a nightmare as traumatic as this one had been on tonight of all nights. She'd let Klarion in, they had shared something together that was deep and incredibly secret, something she'd never shared with anyone else willingly before. Considering both situations came back to the same thing in the end she honestly shouldn't have been surprised that it brought that old trauma to the surface despite both being vastly different circumstances. She was left to wonder, once she came to that realization, why then she hadn't had this nightmare last night when everything was so fresh.
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She didn't really want to dwell on that long though, she felt her skin still crawling, her body ached with phantom pains and she rolled out of bed rather quickly. Her tired, still rather half asleep mind attributing the discomfort with the mattress and bedding itself instead of realizing that it was all in her head. She reached out instinctively for her wand, as if that would somehow help her, before pacing away from her bed. She seemed to wander from her closet to the corner of her bed and back again, each time the bed itself was given an almost wary side eye which suggested it had wronged her in some way.
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It seemed as though the pacing did her little good, her heart still hammered in her chest and she still felt that mix of panicked nausea settled deep in her stomach. Her skin felt as though there were centipedes crawling in circles, a never ending parade of uncomfortable anxiety. It was probably her eighth or ninth loop around her room before she noticed there was a sweater discarded on the back of a chair and she entertained the idea of tidying up as a way to distract herself. Moving toward it she figured that it couldn't hurt anything, her heart beat couldn't slam and thud any faster and she was pretty sure this level of panic could not be worsened by a stray article of clothing.
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With that in mind she reached out to tug the sweater up, the fabric seeming both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It wasn't until she brought it closer to her that she realized what – and whose – it was. It was really his scent that hit her first, it was sweet and yet held an earthy edge to it that she couldn't place. It took her a mere second, even though her sleepy state, to figure out who the owner of this particular sweater happened to be. She stood there very still for a moment Klarion's sweater held in her hands before she moved to toss it away, only she stopped suddenly when she realized that her heart beat had slowed, it wasn't to its normal pace, though it wasn't hammering in her ears any longer.
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Not allowing herself to really think about it she brought the article of clothing closer to her chest where she just held onto it for a few long seconds. It wasn't just the smell, it was everything. Klarion had made her feel safe enough to not only let down her walls, but to experience something she wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for. She found her eyes closing as she brought the sweater closer to her face, resting her cheek against the fabric she stood there in surprisingly calm silence, just breathing in his scent. Opening her eyes slowly she made her way almost cautiously toward her bed once more. Sinking down she climbed under the covers still holding the sweater close to her as she slid down onto her side with the shirt nestled against her chest.
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Tilting her head down she hid her face in the soft fabric, eyes slipping closed though she remained aware for the most part. She felt a wrenching feeling in her chest as she continued to cradle his sweater close to her. This was pitiful and sad wasn't it? She didn't know why she was letting herself get invested like this, why she was literally clinging to Klarion's sweater as though it was somehow going to make everything better. If there had been some sort of future for them she'd obviously ruined it when she literally ran out of him in the morning. She was sure by now he'd realized his mistake, come to the conclusion that she wasn't actually worth his time. She didn't want to face it, didn't want to hear it, it would be better to just try and avoid him. Make it clear that he didn't need to say it, that she already knew. In the meantime though it couldn't hurt to use his sweater to help calm her down after a nightmare right?
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Opening her eyes she pushed herself up again and then tugged the fabric over her head, sliding it down until it covered her frame properly. The blankets were pulled up around her once more as she sank into the mattress. With the soft insides of the sweater and Klarion's scent surrounding her it took less than a minute for her to drip off into a rather easy and reassuring sleep just like last night when she'd fallen asleep in his arms.


</div><div class="bonestag"> klarion bleak | WORDS | Just tagging so you can read this.
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26 Jan 2018, 03:05 AM
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<p><div class="dighead"> These words,</div> <div class="bonesub">they strike like lightening. </div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify;/line-height: 110%; font-size: 11px;">

Things had been weird. That was probably the best introduction to what had transpired the past few days in the mansion so far as Evan was concerned. It wasn't that she was she was constantly pissed off or anything, though people seemed to almost instinctively give her a wide berth in the halls and avoided going anywhere near her room. She guessed even Ed had picked up on the agitated attitude which seemed to be rolling off her in waves.
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It had been five days. Five days since she'd woken up in Klarion's bed. Four days since she'd realized that she had probably made one of the dumbest mistakes of her life, and subsequently four days since she'd last talked to him at all. Yeah, she had purposely been avoiding him even going so far as to find ways around passing his room, using hallways she knew weren't part of his 'regular' route. Even when they were at the Ministry together she had remained locked in Ed's office at all times so she wouldn't run into him in the corridors.
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The sad part about all of this was that... What happened actually meant something to her, she'd thought it meant something to him too but that was just stupid wasn't it? There was no way that whatever they had would work out, no way that he actually believed anything he'd said. While she didn't know him all that well on a personal level, he didn't seem like the one night stand type, though then again what other reason could there have been for him to say all of that to her to begin with? She knew it wasn't true, he knew it wasn't true, so why lie? What could he possibly see in someone like her? Nothing, because there was nothing to see. People had made that abundantly clear in her past and even now in the present.
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She could only pace around her room for so long before she ended up wandering down the halls, again avoiding Klarion's regular nightly path, finding herself in the opposite wing of the mansion. Huddling up under a throw blanket on a couch, she had spread out numerous texts and notebooks which she seemed to be scanning one at a time and recording notes down on lined paper with a ballpoint pen. Studying seemed to be the only thing that calmed her down, got her focus off of what a screw up she was and allowed her to drift away from the fact that there was a very likely possibility that she would feel alone like this forever.

</div><div class="bonestag"> klarion bleak | WORDS | NOTES
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22 Jan 2018, 08:54 PM
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<p><div class="dighead"> We ain't rich,</div> <div class="bonesub">but we're worth a lot. </div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify;/line-height: 110%; font-size: 11px;">

Evan stepped out of her room and stretched her arms above her head slowly, standing up on her tippy toes she yawned a little and then shook her arms out. With her wand more or less securely attached to her hip – not that she thought she'd need it – she began down the hall at a rather leisurely pace. With Clementine's room another hallway away she figured she'd wander until she ran into her and then they could back track to the main staircase and head down to the kitchen together. She wondered if Oz was still awake or not, Ed most definitely was not considering the time. The other 'kids' in the house- well she didn't really care about whether they were wandering about or not.
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There was perhaps one person she wasn't entirely keen on running into, if only because she had no idea how to handle it- though she really didn't want to think about that now. As it were she kept her pace rather slow and leisurely, unsure as to whether or not Clem needed get anything before meeting up with her. It wasn't like they were leaving the house or really doing anything which would require... Well anything at all really. Hot chocolate was simple to make and would only take a few minutes and then she supposed they'd just, what? Talk? She could do that probably.

</div><div class="bonestag"> clementine hutchinson klarion bleak | WORDS | NOTES
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21 Jan 2018, 09:16 PM
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<p><div class="dighead"> Stalked in the forest,</div> <div class="bonesub">too close to hide. </div><div style="width: 250px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #efefef; text-align: justify;/line-height: 110%; font-size: 11px;">

Slinging a bag over her shoulder the small blonde woman made her way across the grounds at a rather steady pace. Her classes were over and she found herself not yet ready to head to the commonrooms, though she had considered finding her way back to the house, then again she wasn't sure if she wanted to be surrounded by the other adopted kids. Not like being surrounded by these milling bodies was any different.
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She had nearly been run into like six times from her way out the main doors until this point and honestly was becoming ever more agitated. It wasn't until she set eyes on a large tree that she got the idea to go for a climb. Not at all interested on staying at ground level she adjusted her bag and then headed up, using knots in the trunk and lower branches to nimbly scale the tree and then settle a few limbs up and out of view of the general masses. Hidden away she hooked her bag on a branch to the side, pulling out an advanced DADA book she flipped it open and sank comfortably back against the trunk in silence one leg hanging down off the limb she perched on.

</div><div class="bonestag"> Julien Kane | WORDS | NOTES
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