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EmmaRiddle · 03-23-2004, 05:17 PM

This is the official sequel to P&P. The majority of the 'old' characters know the storyline. I am afraid that no new characters are avaliable for this RP, so I am sorry but nobody new can join.

This wont be starting untill tommorow, but seeing as I had a title in my head, I sussed it would be best to open it now. Plus I would like everyone just to put up a brief character analysis and explain how their character/s have developed up to this point.

If anyone comes up with a better title, then tell me. I'd like everyone's thoughts on it, as i didn't really think about it much.

EmmaRiddle · 05-12-2004, 07:53 PM

Arriving back inside the hospital wing, she ignored the frantic Poppy and wavered her hand casually when she began shooting off questions about where she had been. The woman could obviously see the weary look upon her face, and she seemed to feel pressing her for information was unnecessary. Speaking huffly about needing to see the headmaster, Marcella watched the nurse stalk off.

Wind appeared to be drifiting through one of the windows, that was slight ajar and the blowing of it caught on the curtain surrounding the bed on which Darrin's dead body was laid, to reveal where he was laying. Stepping forward, she pulled aside the material and stepped inside the makeshift cubicle. Silent, she sat next to his body and pulled back the blankets, so that she could see his face.

Biochemkris · 05-12-2004, 07:58 PM

As he mulled over the events in his mind, there were two instances which stood out in his mind. He had hit her. He had lost enough control to hit her. Twice. Snape rolled over onto his side and stared at the door Marcella had exitted. The same door from which he saw her with Archie.

And he had hit her. Twice. There was no excuse good enough for what he had done.

EmmaRiddle · 05-12-2004, 08:15 PM

Pulling up a chair, she sat with her face directly opposite his, playing with his robotically. "I hate you so much Darrin..." she said, the tone of the words not really matching the expression on her face. "Even from the grave, you seem to be causing me hack.." she sighed, dropping his strands of hair and holding her own head in her hands, her elbows rested on the makeshift bed. "The worst part is..." she mumbled, her lips caught on her palms. "I know that no matter how much you hated me for being with him and no matter how much you hated him for being with me, it wasn't your fault. He took advantage of you when you were vulnerable, you didn't know what you were doing..." she sighed, knowing that feeling all too well. "He did it to me too, once. This time last year he had me recruiting minions, oh how things have changed..." she groaned, slamming her head on the bed, her face down.

Her face was down, she could not see, as his eyes opened briefly and a smirk appeared on his face. The tempation to touch her head, smoothe her hair was intense, but he restrained from reaching out to her and clsoed his eyes so that she did not see he was alive.

Biochemkris · 05-12-2004, 08:26 PM

Well, there was nothing he could do about it now. What was done, was done. He really ought to get some sleep. Marcella was bound to come back for round two and he would need all the strength he could muster.

EmmaRiddle · 05-12-2004, 09:19 PM

Lifting her head, she wiped away her desparate tears and stared at his closed eyelids. "I hate how you're lying there, so peacefully. Even in death you seem smug.." she mused, lifting one of his limp arms. "I hate the way you've gotten away with all you did to me. I hate the way you've dug a trench between me and the man I love. I hate the way you've destroyed my life. I hate the way he used you to get to me. I guess.." she sighed, slowing her ranting, "I guess, it's him who I truly despise."

Biochemkris · 05-12-2004, 09:29 PM

Snape shifted so he was lying on his back, once more. He closed his eyes. Sleep would not come. The image of himself slapping Marcella and then the image of him back-handing her danced across the insides of his eyelids.

EmmaRiddle · 05-14-2004, 09:37 PM

"I'm sorry..." she stuttered, tears splashing down her face and landing on the sheets covering his body. Taking his hand in hers, she laced their fingers together and held it tightly. "None of this is your fault Darrin...” she cried, squeezing his hand in a precious manner.”If anything, you're by far the biggest victim in all this...I just didn't want things to end this way, between us...I am so so sorry..." she cried, her head falling back on her arms, her tears decorating her sleeves.

best deatheater · 05-16-2004, 03:42 PM

Archie decided he should see how Marcella was feeling, so he made his way up to the hospital wing.
At the door to the hospital wing he peered inside.He did not know wether Marcella would be pleased to seem him or not. Would she be annoyed that he may have broken her and Snape's relationship?

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 01:53 PM

She turned abruptly as she heard a pair of feet shuffling into the room. The way in which he walked, told her who it was, despite the fact that the curtain deemed her blind to seeing him. Deciding to stay silent, she leant her head on Darrin's, still sobbing and then kissed the post where his fringe touched his forehead. "Pray now, rest. The torture is over, the pain is no more. You are dead.." she cried. "I just wish it hadn't ended this way..."

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 05:33 PM

Kristi didn't go back to her room, but instead, spent the night outside, staring at the sky. Her father had returned but, instead of it ushering in happiness, it only created more pain and sorrow. Would he never be happy? Was he doomed to live a life of pain and misery? What had he done to deserve this? Of course, he would tell her that he had done plenty in his past to justify fate's cruelty to him now; but that still didn't explain Marcella's suffering.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 06:00 PM

ooc- does little miss kristi know what her father saw? oh and welcome back!

Her fingers making their way to her neck, she closed her eyes briefly, taking a long, almost silent breath in. Trailing her tips down to his neck, she was surprised to find that the delicate golden chain, that they had both once worn so religiously, was still hanging around his neck. The charm, which were of half a broken heart, lay resting on his still chest. Fingering it, she allowed her skin to fall over the engraved words, before allowing a few final tears to fall, as she stood and opened the curtains dramatically, determined to do one last thing for Darrin. Wiping her eyes with the back of her sleeve on her robe, she flashed Archie a look of indifference as she dashed past him.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 06:21 PM

ooc: yes, she knows about last night; but not what happened this morning. Thanks for the welocme

Giving up any hope of falling asleep, Snape walked into the bathroom and began drawing a bath. Perhaps the steam from the hot water would help to clear his mind and senses so that he could get some rest.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 07:03 PM

ooc- it's night now, or early evening.

Running her fingers down the bannister as she skipped the last couple of steps, she clung to the chain in her hand tightly, watching the charm that hung from it, glimmer in the light escaping through the stained window, as the sun began to set on the horizon.

It swang back and forth as she carried it precisely with her. Re-etering the wing, she looked both ways before sneaking back in through the door. Seeing that Archie had gone, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she would have been able to have done this with him still around. He would have questioned her and right now, she did not have the answers for why she was about to do what she was about to do.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 07:24 PM

ooc: no problem. I love the secrecy. makes it more fun for me not to know what's going on

Snape stepped into the bath and sunk down under the water, only coming up when he needed to take a breath. He leaned against the back of the tub and closed his eyes, wishing he could just flush his troubles down the drain when he emptied the dirty bath water.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 07:33 PM

ooc- That was sooooo tempting Kris, you spoil me.

Pulling back the curtain, she allowed it to flop back neatly into place as she sat on the corner of the bed on which Darrin were laid on. Cupping an arm around his left shoulder, she pulled the chain apart and slung it gently around his neck. Clasping the clips together at the back, she watched as the second chain fell by the side of the chain already around his neck. Taking the two pieces of broken hearts, she clipped them together and ran her thumb over the words that read, "Two who were unloved, united in love". Tears splashing down her cheeks, she wiped them away with the back of her hand as she left the now single charm, with it's two chains, laying on his chest. Rising from the bed, she bent down and kissed the top of his forehead before steadily rising, having cleared away all her tears, ready and prepared to walk away, to finally let go.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 07:45 PM

Kristi sat on the front steps leading up to the large front oak doors, resting her chin on her knees which she had pulled up to her chest, her arms hugging her legs. She stared down at the stone and thought how much better things would have been if her father had remained like the steps, cold and hard. If he hadn't allowed Marcella to soften him...

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 08:23 PM

Like a flash of lightening, his eyes shot open. He found he were only himself for a very short space of time. His eyes flickering over to Marce and then to the clasped chains around his neck, he held up the charm and began to smile geniunely happy. A second later, he felt a sting sweep through his mind, as a heaviness came upon it once more. "You didn't think I'd awaken you for no reason, now, did you Darrin?" he heard him sneer, right before he overtook his mind, so that his thoughts were no longer his and he lost all compassion for the crying girl with her back to him.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 08:44 PM

ooc: *cries* Wow, that made my eyes want to water. *pets Darrin*

Snape watched, entranced, as the water drained from the tub. It hadn't worked. His thoughts and feelings were still there. Not bothering to even dry himself off, he drained a vial of sleeping draft and slipped beneath the sheets on his bed. All he wanted to do now was sleep; he hoped the potion was strong enough.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 08:55 PM

Sneering, as he heard her snifle pathetically, he reminded himself that he were not to make himself heard. Ducking behind the curtain, as she turned around and then scolded herself, he barely contained a snort.

Turning around the material, he placed a silencing charm on his feet as he snuck up behind her. His mind fully overturned, over come with jealousy, anger, hatred, he caught her around the waist gruffly, shoved a hand over her mouth and signalled the door to slam shut with his mind. Nodding his head toward the many windows, forcing the old fashioned wooden shutters on them to shut, he moved her backward toward him, as she fought against him and pulled her unil they were backed against a wall.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 09:03 PM

Snape managed to drift off into an uneasy sleep. It was better than nothing, but he was fully aware that the slightest noise would wake him. He supposed that since he was still able to reason, he must be dozing and not really sleeping. He'd have to brew up a more potent draft when he decided to get up. Or perhaps he would just ask Kristi to do it for him.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 10:26 PM

Clasping a threatening hand, to the arm that had so abusively grabbed her, she made to squeal, but her voice became stifled as he flung a sweaty hand over her mouth. Feeling ehrself being dragged backward, she entertained the thought of kicking him, kneeing him, standing on his foot, doing anything to break free, but, as she saw the door slam, she knew it was for the best that she hadn't. Watching him seal the shutters across the windows, so that they were now stood in mild black darkness, she felt herself being pushed against the wall and breahed heavily, at a racing speed. Opening her mouth, she bit him rapidly on the hand and snuck out from under his grasp as he moaned shortly and then went to grab her again.

In her foolishness, she had not bolted for the door and so she was within well enough reach from him to grab her by the waist and force her hips against his. Pushing a hand through her hair roughly, she spat at him as he touched her, only causing him to intensify his grip on her, as he bent her neck and ran his sordid lips and teeth over her skin. The bones penetrating the skin, she felt his teeth jab at her neck and break the skin occasionally. The sheer force of hsi hands on her, told her that some kind of strong force, driven by rage, jealousy and anger, were running through him.

Biochemkris · 05-17-2004, 10:33 PM

Kristi sighed as she picked up on her father's desire for a stronger sleeping draft. She was surprised he hadn't stocked something more potent in his private stores. She rose to her feet and brushed the dirt from he rrobes before opening one of the oak doors and walking down to the dungeons. She walked into the office and began to collect the ingredients she'd need.

EmmaRiddle · 05-17-2004, 10:36 PM

Infuriated that she had the sheer nerve to spit at him, he wrenched her head to the side and pierced the skin on her neck, in an overly passionate lovebite. Flinging her head back up, not caring to put her hair down properly, he pushed her from him and muttered a charm to lock all exits in the room. Turning back to her, disgruntled, he snarled, "Fix your hair, you look like you just crawled out of a sewer."

Biochemkris · 05-18-2004, 03:04 AM

She lit a fire a with her wand under her father's large cauldron and began to throw in the required ingredients, bringing the mixture to a boil, and stirring in the appropriate direction. Kristi put one hand to her mouth as she yawned. She stopped her stirring, adjusted the fire, and walked into her room, laying down on the bed. The potion would need to simmer for a half an hour so she had some free time. She should probably be studying seeing as how NEWTs were coming up at the end of the term, but she just couldn't find the motivation.

EmmaRiddle · 05-18-2004, 11:07 AM

Marce lifted her tips to the back of her head, about to set her hair straight, when she flung her arms back down and stood, still. "Why should I?" she growled..moving backward, fixing herself against the wall, her wand held tightly behind her back. "Why do I care what you think of me?"

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