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Date Posted: 19:03:48 05/10/02 Fri
Author: Ron Weasley
Subject: -Beyond Comprehension-
In reply to: Carmela Atroci 's message, "Than stay For her As long As you Can last.." on 20:54:45 05/09/02 Thu

-A startled expression covers the far too pale freckled face, and with bewildered eyes he simply glances from the American to his sister and back again. The look is kin to that of something occuring before he knew what was happening, and indeed, like lightning this had unfolded around him. He always screwed things up. Even when he hadn't done anything, he had screwed up this chance meeting. On one hand, staying and meeting the femme might cause his fiery tempered sibling to vent that anger on himself, while on the other hand, by not greeting the girl civily might bring yet another enemy. With a helpless groan, lanky arms are folded onto the table and pate dropped into them, hiding from the situation for the moment-

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Curiousity killed The cat, But it Didn't kill Me.. -- Carmela Atroci, 14:00:24 05/11/02 Sat

Perplexity challenges listlessness, sienna ooids devouring the male's obvious helplessness, and wondering if he was okay. A decision is made to try to make friends again and deity arises from her seating at the house table. Poise and grace seems to take her under its wing, making the female seem to glide across the floor toward him. An imaginary light seems to glow behind the young woman, sheet of waist-length silver blond tassels swaying behind her slender, 5'5" frame. She comes to a complete cease of movement at the opposite side of the table.

Cautiously, sweet voice rolls over tongue, obviously pin-pointing the words towards the ruby-tressed male before her. "I didn't mean to fluster her. I didn't know that she would blow up the way she did, either.. Would you mind telling her that I'm sorry, since she probably never wants to see my face again? By the way, I'm Carmela, Carmela Atroci, " the pretty lass says calmly, extending a clean-nailed, manicured hand in greeting. Mentality becomes jumbled at this point, wondering if he would except or reject her generous offer of friendship. She stands patiently, ready to except whatever the male would choose..

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Curiousity Did Kill The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back -- Celeste Riecburg, 19:03:02 05/11/02 Sat

Her grace walked past. That was enough. Celeste was an angel, beauty personified, the whole school knew that. She was the princess of this whole entire establishment, her grace was the center of the hallways. Little miss popular. And sometimes it wasn't the best thing to be stereotyped, but whenever she saw someone trying to steal something inside her school, trying to pull something, no matter what, an easily kindled flame was fanned within Celeste's being. As she walked by, she gave a smirk to the 'wannabe' that was introducing herself, "As Julian said-and I quote, Carmela Atrocious!" she laughed. Celeste was the beginning and end to all girls who were considered 'the beautiful people', well her and Natalia, the only other girl who seemed to be able to match her in social standards. She looked upon Ron, and her smirk changed to a soft smile, giving him the obvious chance to be something in this school. Of course she knew the pain must hurt, but perhaps not being shunned would make things better. She winked at him, "I'm Celeste" she said, she held out no hand, the tradition was overdone and old. Even so, the name fit, the dazzling smile flashed, the blonde hair cascaded down her back, and the aquamarine eyes glittered. The only word to describe her was...celestial.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> -What If I Was The Cat?- -- Ron Weasley, 13:44:46 05/12/02 Sun

-At the sound of the first femme's voice, crimson pate shoots up from its hiding place, wide eyes reminiscient of those of a spooked horse. Focusing on the girl, the moment of fear passes and he sends out his own hand in affirmation, gripping strongly, but a bit hesitantly, as if afraid of the constraint upon his limb. Still deeply claustrophobic, a slight shudder runs down his spine at the contact, but it is hidden from the general public-

I'm Ron Weasley.

-Just then, the second femme passes and offers her greeting. Completely obvlivious of the subtleties that pass between the two, the youth remains typically male, nodding a greeting to the other-

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Since when did curiousity become homicidal? -- Harry Potter, 14:34:56 05/12/02 Sun

The conversation that had transpired between he and a certain attrahent, vermilion acmed female had caused his path to take an presentimented twist to his exasperated exhaustion to the Gatherplace. He had been warned that a cherished confidant that he was particularly protective of in the sort of debilitated state of mind he [Ron] was in, had gotten himself into a bit of a pickle. Had the amaranthine apexed boy's mentality been a bit more discerning and not have such a logic penury as he did, the raven haired dapper would not have been engaged in a mission such as the one he was about to accomplish. With mien of piqued aggrivation, he made almost hostile stride towards the baffled best friend of his, eyeing the duo of blondes having a bit too much eager brio to become acquainted, so to speak, with him, with immense distrust and resentment. He had become familiar with one of two, the more gregarious one but only slightly so, Celeste, but that didn't mean at all that he wasn't cynical of her motives towards the bewildered Ron. He was especially indignant towards the other one, who he knew not at all, but rumor had besmirched her reputation. Whether it was fact or fiction, he didn't know, therefore wasn't apt to make abrupt, incontrivertibly evidenced presumptions, but it made him all the more wary of her around the confused confidant of his.

Soon, he arrived at the crowded table, approaching in Ron's line of vision as not to spook him as he knew that making contact with him from behind or without him having a presentiment about it would cause a frightened reaction. The electric green optics flickered passionlessly up to the two physically unflawed females, blatantly harboring no heed for the petty allure that their genetics presented. No, good looks would not get one off the hook with him, no matter how angelically one could describe someone. His rich, tenor voice effluxed from his light tangerine colored lips, laden with the sovereignly regal, exquisite English accent. "So sorry for interrupting this rendezvous, ladies, but Ron here has to go take his Prozac." The words were emitted without mercy; bitingly sardonic, and they held even more clout because they were conceived of truth. His becloudedly dark, verdigris stare flicked somewhat sternly but always empathetically to Ron, and he continued, more quietly this time, in rapport and respect for the equal. "Come on, Ron. A lot of people are waiting for you, Ginny, especially."

[OOC: Kelsey-- this is after the corridor incident. Krystal and I r/ped out Ginny telling Harry about how she had abandoned Ron in the Gatherplace and stuff over IM, so here is your hero for the day. Also, Kay, I'm not attempting bitchiness, but I see a lot of the stuff that I write ironically popping up in your posts. That's been nagging me so I had to get it out. Like I said, I have no copyright on the English language, but it just.. nags me. And it gives me a feeling of release to get that nagging out. So, now that I have released my "nagnation" or what not, I will be at peace. -snicker-]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> -Since Cat's Friend Dog Became Suicidal- -- Ron Weasley, 14:43:22 05/12/02 Sun

-The approach of the onyx apexed comrade was a welcome sight to the bewildered youth, as his visage had not been seen since that night where the two had shared a second death and rebirth of sorts. The words of his friend, however, only succeed in confusing the male further-

Prozac? What's Pro-

-His reply is stifled by the strict gleam in Harry's eerily green iris, and docilely he breaks off in mid query. Perking up slightly at the mention of his sister, feet are risen too and the boy follows his long time companion to the exit-

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Cat and Dog? Friends? -- Celeste Riecburg, 15:06:00 05/12/02 Sun

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>size=2>OOC Time frame noted, and what of yours have I used? I'm very sorry if I did, really, sometimes I read/hear something I think is neat, and I do not remember where it came from. I'll try not to do that anymore, but if you could please point it out to me where I did do that, I'd apreciate it. BIC

Celeste saw Harry and smiled, she'd kept her promise, she was being...nice. With the exception that he seemed intent on getting hsi friend away, Celeste was happy to see him. She only smirked and shook her head as Ron and Harry were off, "Bye" she said waving, not taking any notice to Harry's...not so happy sounding voice. She smirked, evilly this time, at Carmela, and walked off snootily.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Stranger things have happened -- Harry Potter, 15:27:50 05/12/02 Sun

The virile frame traipsed beside his dark strawberry tressed companion in a facile, calm manner, having succeeded in his misson of sorts. He offered a diminutive but irrefutable smile to the gamine who acknowledged his undeniable presence as he escorted his friend away. Blandly, he traversed until the two were out of the hall before addressing his friend in a more relaxed, cordial manner. Sighing as he began his sentence, he grinned vaguely and haggardly at the oblivious specimen parallel to him. "How are you fairing?"

[OOC: -grins- Kelsey, I wasn't talking to you about the originality thing. I was talking to Kay, Carmela's player. Sorry for the misunderstanding. And Maggi, I guess we should continue if you want to in the corridors since they're not in the Gatherplace anymore.]

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