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Date Posted: 18:53:50 04/08/02 Mon
Author: Hero Adair
Subject: If I should die before I wake...
The feminine form stepped upon the Quidditch field, digits running through tresses. A soft breeze swept by and gaze raised raised to the sky, following the clouds. Hand grasped the broomstick tightly between her fingers before mounting. After a moment of hesitation, sturdy legs propelled her into the chilled air. Rising a mere 25 feet before pausing, dark orbs traversed over the school grounds, hoping to see someone to practice with. Sighed in discontent and turned sharply, causing her broom to shudder and knock her off balance. Form was tipped bodily upside down as so was dangling by her own grip upon the broom. Exclamation of surprise was uttered ["Shit!"], before legs were drawn up to grip to stick and hold it against her. Decision was reached to...stay upside down for a quick breather.
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Hero needs a hero -- Adrian Smallwood, 13:28:54 04/09/02 Tue
The mahogany apexed gamin ambled leisurely along the verdant, lush quidditch pitch, dragging his heels with every deliberately slow step. He had been maundering about in such a seemingly motivationless manner for many minutes that had melted into more minutes by now, and he comported himself with mien of feigned innocence. Truth be told, he was searching for something to spark a ruckus or some pandemonium of sorts. Causing a commotion was an infamous talent of his, one that had earned him titles unspeakable in mixed company, and those titles he continued to uphold daily. He was Adrian Smallwood, prankster extraordinaire, among many of these so called titles, today.
He had been contemplatively staring at his Timberland clad feet when upon the abrupt audibility of a choice word captivated his elusive attention. His swarthy gaze catapaulted about, a sign of his spontaneous, risky demeanor, ferreting about for the vociferator of the socially prohibited word. Aha! The victim who was not abusing the privelege of being a teenager and therefore having the right to curse incessantly (she was perfectly eligible for exclaiming such, as she was in quite a predicament) had been spotted. And she resembled someone etched quite clearly in his memory in full prominence for having been a familiar to him for a few years - Hero Adair. A galvanic smirk tugged at the corner of his mauve mouth as he frolicked over, crossing his arms atop his firm chest when he reached positioned himself beneath her. "Lower yourself towards me so I can reach you. I'll pull you down." His cheeks were tinged rose from the undeniably ague atmosphere; the chill an effect that he had no problem creating down most females' spines. The dauntless grin he was renowned for lambented across his full, pink lips, the dimples in the tinted cheeks showing in the epitimy of irresistibility.
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I pray the lord, may soul to take... -- Hero Adair, 13:43:42 04/09/02 Tue
Form twisted slightly, allowing wide-eyed gaze to fall upon the mascul' below she. Oculars rolled in an annoyed gesture, though slightly amused. "Adrian Smallwood, if I wasn't stuck up here I'd knock that silly grin right off your face." Captivated breath was exhaled as the broom lowered itself to 10 feet. Halted to view how close she was to the earth. "Well, I could almost jump now!" Lower limbs, which had been wrapped about the broom, now lowered as so she dangled once more. Lips parted in a charming smile, "Oh really, sir, you should join me up here. It is quite entertaining. I might be capable of counting your hair strands"
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The rescue
-- Adrian Smallwood, 17:48:43 04/12/02 Fri
A blatantly amused, impertinent grin impudently enticed the edges of his mouth into turning upward, his amber flecked, brown oculus staring up in anticipating patience. He seemed to dismiss her accusation that she would strike the jovial smile upon his lips off of them with an arrogant wave of his hand, although not everything is as it seems. He was dismissing her "accusation" that his grin was silly. "It's not silly. It's devastatingly handsome. You know you can't resist my rugged good looks." He's obviously, at this point, joshing with her, although he does have a cockily inflated view on his appearance deep down... and it's quite justified, in all honesty.
The gamin contemplates her steadily with a burnished gaze that seems to radiate soft warmth, his eyes slightly narrowed in defense against the blindingly ardent sphere in the sky. He imbibed her words as they effluxed from her, a smirk of dapper proportions titillating his lips as his nearly natural wit conceives an adequately humorous and mocking reply. "Don't jump, because we know that you couldn't land on your feet." Quite aware that simply to spite him, she will now allow gravity to take its course, he encloses his moderately brawny arms about her feet and slowly works his way up to her knees as he extends onto his tiptoes, sinew tensed with the effort. He always got the last laugh.
"I think I'll pass," is the jocular, jubilantly retorted riposte to her third and final comment. In deliberately elongated gradulation, he lowers her towards solid ground; towards a feeling of control and stability. The masculine comedian's near sable optics scintillate in the sun's tenderly radiating rays, making for a ravishing effect. His potent arms are about the middle of her slim torso when her feet make contact with the ground, at which time he does not immediately release her, perhaps letting his hold upon her slender figure linger longer than necessary. He extends his cranium over her femininely shaped shoulder and vocalizes, feigning a high pitched reply that is designed to be imitative of her voice, "Thank you, Romeo, for saving me. I don't know what I would do without you. You're my hero." He relents his grasp about her bantam form and takes a few steps back, dynamically pretending in exaggerated motions to be clutching at his heart and being googly eyed and infatuated, albeit pulsating hearts in cartoon characters' eyes. He gives her a devilish, slowly simpering grin, his transplendent, dark gaze glittering with boundless mischief.
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Wherefore art thou, Romeo? -- Hero Adair, 14:51:38 04/13/02 Sat
Gentle laughter played across pale pink parted lips, broom held in delicate digits as fem' was lowered. Deep brown gaze settled upon he as his grasp lingered 'round her and not much was done for moments. Amusement continued as the male's falsetto spoke, though no more audible mirth was given and lips merely remained twisted slightly. Eyes danced as she ventured to reply, "Oh, but my dear Romeo, you hath been mistaken. I see no hero near me." Retort was awaited, watching her company with interest.
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Right here -- Adrian Smallwood, 19:26:16 04/13/02 Sat
His alluring oculus, nearing the enticing hue of sable, flickered with arrogant gambol as her mockingly snide comment preceded from her lips. Those roseate lips of his twisted skyward in evident amusement, and his gaze snagged her's assertively, holding it there while he grinned. "You're in delirious denial. Guess you got rattled while you were hanging upside down and the blood was rushing to your head." The smile upon his light cherry toned lips, the epitimity of something being full of life, never faltered but just perpetually persisted in remaining extant. He gives her a sideways glance that would produce chills in a girl unaquainted with him, his trademark, impish grin still tickling his lightly toned lambrums.
[ooc: sorry for shortness of post... zonked + couldn't think of much to say = short post.]
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Are you sure? -- Hero Adair, 20:15:58 04/13/02 Sat
A strand of raven hair was twirled absent-mindedly around a slim digit. Pale labrums parted, pursing slightly as if in thought while speaking, "I suppose...Romeo...that I might consider you a hero for that little episode." Grin was given and hair-twirling promptly ceased, upper appendage dropping to lay upon a curvy cocked hip. "Next time, you're preformance will undergo excruciating...study and judging before you win your title." Expression of mock exasperation crossed features, "I mean, what kind of Romeo-ish Hero leaves his damsel still standing? I do believe I should have swooned by this point."
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