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Post by chelsea on Jan 31, 2012 17:58:41 GMT 1
Chelsea whistled under her breath, her bag slung across her body. It was a warmer day that usual, but she still had a heating charm cast on her. The sky was cloudy and she didn't mind as she made her way through Hogsmeade, heading towards the closest store she'd be able to step into. She loved shopping, but sending mail order throughout the year was a little annoying. She preferred the feel of shopping, walking through the ailes, trying on the clothes, the smell of the newly brought merchandise. It was a passion for her, really, and she sighed, shaking her head. She wasn't even paying much attention, more concerned with where she placed her suede boots because the last thing she needed was stepping into a puddle of melted snow. She looked up again, a few seconds later and felt her body slam into a well toned chest and she stumbled.
An insult was ready on the tip of her tongue, before she pushed back her wind blown hair and caught herself when she saw who it was. A smile replaced her scowl and she straightened herself, her hand barely grazing the chest she'd just run into. "Oh, I'm sorry, handsome. Should've known better while walking," she said, smirking as she flipped her hair back, not quite dramatically but with a subtle edge. She was a flirt, sure, but certain people like Marcus Harding were exceptions. They were the hard to get and the ones which were more fun to chase after. He was a year elder than her, but she knew him quite well and she knew he was one of the most interesting people to have a conversation with.
She pulled her hand back, taking it to her neck to play with the necklace there as she looked at him. He was gorgeous, there was no denying it, but he wasn't the conventional muscles, tanned, tall dark and handsome types. He had a sense of confidence and an attitude which made him sexy and she adored it. "Why out on a chilly day?" she asked, looking around. "Surely, the great Mr. Harding has better things to do than visit shops in a silly little village," she said, faux gasping as if the whole thing was a scandal.
OOC - Aahh sucky starter. Oooh, and outfit
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Post by jayy on Feb 2, 2012 6:33:53 GMT 1
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Off with your head. Dance til you're dead. The Words: too lazy to count The Outfit: CLICK The Notes TADA!
Hogsmeade. A place for all the school kids to run off to when the weekend came around after an impending darkness that could be only known as classwork, or at least that was Marcus' case. He was a smart boy, well over his education for his year and studies, but because of that he simply didn't want to try anymore. He wanted a challenge and to him Hogwarts just didn't provide that feeling anymore, especially when half the classes were reviewing older work from previous years as a sort of "refresher course". Pathetic. If you didn't get it the first time around, then you won't get it the second. That was Marcus' attitude, and it served him well during his years in school. But, none of that mattered now. What mattered was the weekend was here and that meant late night parties and roaming around Hogsmeade with his inner circle.
Today though, his inner circle had plans of their own. Nick had decided to run off once again with Darla, and Anthony wanted to get in some practice for the game, which meant Marcus had the day to himself, but alone. Not a problem. He had been alone most of his life anyways, that didn't matter. Really, they weren't even his true friends, just objects that he had deemed usable for his dirty work when the situation arose. So with his plans set, he got dressed, pulled a scarf around his neck, slipped on his coat, and made his way to the little village. His shoes hit the cobbled stone streets, clicking against the stone with each step he took. It hadn't even been five minutes before he found himself colliding with some girl. "Did your mum teach you how to walk? Must of been a drunk." He spoke up before she did, giving the girl a rather dirty look, but then his green eyes gazed upon one Chelsea Rosier, and his attitude did a 180. She spoke, apologizing for her actions, called him handsome, and even made a bit of an effort to graze his chest with her hand. He grinned a little at that last bit. "You should, but then again I can find myself walking a bit odd every now and again." He replied
The girl pulled her hand away and towards the necklace that hung around her neck, toying with it as she talked. Marcus didn't change his posture, but remained straight and tall with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his buttoned up coat, listening to her intently as she questioned his being here. Marcus grinned a bit wide as she called him The Great Mr. Harding, and he chuckled a bit before carrying on. "Well I was suppose to be here with Nick and Anthony." He began, "But, Nick had to go with Darla, and Anthony wanted to get some practice in before the next game." Marcus finished, making a little bit of a dirty face when Darla's name came up. Yes, Darla was lovely and she had her moments with him, but when it came to her and Nick, he absolutely couldn't stand the sight of them together. "So, now I am just roaming about." He tacked on. "Care to accompany me, miss?"
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Post by chelsea on Feb 8, 2012 17:48:13 GMT 1
She chuckled as he insulted her before changing his comment to take the blame partially on himself. He probably thought she was a random stranger just like she'd thought initially, and she shook her head, shrugging. Her brow furrowed at his statement and she cocked a brow, a slightly cold tone to her voice which wasn't even directed at him. "Are you sure Nicholas didn't just ditch you? Him and Darla broke up a few nights ago," she informed him, remembering the way he'd stormed through the common room and out before Darla came in, crying. If she had a galleon for every time she felt like using the Crucio on him...
She waved away the thought, replacing her frown with a smile. She wasn't about to let the guy ruin her mood and she smiled, nodding. "Why, I'd love to. Did you have anything in mind?" she asked, as she walked along side him. The village would be beautiful sight with all the snow, she supposed, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She didn't even like it that much. Turning her attention back to Marcus, she concentrated on what he had to say. He was quite an interesting character, in her opinion, and one of the few she genuinely liked, out of the lot of circus monkeys she called a schoolmates. "Do you like the village?" she asked.
Her arm reached out to softly rest in the crook of his elbow, half friendly, half flirty. She usually shied from physical contact, like hugging, holding hands and such, but there were few exceptions to the case, like Darla, Roxanne and Marcus. There was a time when Nick -Nicholas- was in that category but that was out the window now. She sighed, making sure to stop her drifting thoughts, simply because it wasn't fair to the handsome boy walking beside her, more alike than her than she'd know.
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