20 Aug 2020, 04:36
bekkett or bennett
@Anastasia Beckett
Sunday, September 13th
Outfit || Coin
The sun was setting over the lush hills of the Scottish countryside. It was still early evening, 6:45, but with the new rules of last spring, Amara does not have much time left in her day to enjoy the fresh air.
As the yellow bleeds into the red and the red into orange, Amara's own thoughts bleed together into a mess of secrets and desires. The girl's long, pale legs dangle over the edge of the Astronomy Tower, as Amara's hair blows lightly into her face. The second-year reaches for her cardigan and tightens it against how torso, holding it near.
Amara brushes a whisp of hair out of her eye as she looks down at the grounds. Groups of students, small as ants, thinking who they are, what they are doing is so significant, but does anything we do here really matter?
Amara flips a rubel coin as she thinks. Seeing the Russian coin makes Amara yearn for her home. She misses the spiraling, colorful buildings, and the aroma of street vendors' piroshki. Her parents decided against going to Moscow this summer after the Quidditch game and instead stay in Whales. The blonde flips the coin one last time, heads, before slipping it into her pocket.
Sunday, September 13th
Outfit || Coin
The sun was setting over the lush hills of the Scottish countryside. It was still early evening, 6:45, but with the new rules of last spring, Amara does not have much time left in her day to enjoy the fresh air.
As the yellow bleeds into the red and the red into orange, Amara's own thoughts bleed together into a mess of secrets and desires. The girl's long, pale legs dangle over the edge of the Astronomy Tower, as Amara's hair blows lightly into her face. The second-year reaches for her cardigan and tightens it against how torso, holding it near.
Amara brushes a whisp of hair out of her eye as she looks down at the grounds. Groups of students, small as ants, thinking who they are, what they are doing is so significant, but does anything we do here really matter?
Amara flips a rubel coin as she thinks. Seeing the Russian coin makes Amara yearn for her home. She misses the spiraling, colorful buildings, and the aroma of street vendors' piroshki. Her parents decided against going to Moscow this summer after the Quidditch game and instead stay in Whales. The blonde flips the coin one last time, heads, before slipping it into her pocket.
Last edited by Amara Dragamior on 28 Nov 2020, 01:34, edited 1 time in total.
Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
20 Aug 2020, 05:04
bekkett or bennett
@Amara Dragamior
The fit
Ana's hair tickled her face as she mounted the owlery steps. She vastly preferred sunsets to sunrises, but she needed something, anything really, to focus on that wasn't her life and how she was losing control of everything. She couldn't trust her parents or anything she had grown up believing. She couldn't trust her friends, since they apparently went babbling to random redheads about how terrible she was (Eyre). She couldn't even trust herself anymore. She had gotten physically violent more than once in the past week, and it was terrifying her.
Running a hand through her loose locks, she reached the top of the stairs, gasping for breath as she tried to keep herself from flying apart. She hugged herself, tightening her leather jacket around her thin figure. It was the closest thing she had to protection these days. Even something so symbolic was something to cling to, a piece of driftwood to keep her from drowning. She would take whatever she could get since the darkness and heartbreak were threatening to swallow her up. She was barely afloat and she had to stay that way. She had nothing and no one to fall back on.
Staring at the colorful clouds, her breathing began to slow. Inhaling deeply, she tried to capture this moment like a condemned prisoner capturing their last glimpse of the outside world. She needed a promise that the world wasn't ending. That she could somehow survive this.
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7
24 Aug 2020, 20:31
bekkett or bennett
The Owlery stairs creaked, telling Amara that someone was coming. Shrinking into herself, the second year tries to make herself less visible to whoever decided that intruding on some private brooding time was acceptable. Amara steals a glance and sees a hunch d back, covered in leather. Simply judging by the students back, Amara comes to the conclusion that Anastasia, the third year she met on the train, is the intruder.
”Anastasia? Is that you?” Amara calls out, as she steps out from behind the stone that hid her from view.
As Amara’s view becomes unblocked, she can tell it is Anastasia. She has seen the lion around the halls little recently, but has heard many of the rumors surrounding the girl in the leather jacket. From fist fights to fire, this girl has seemingly seen it all. Amara shoots a small smile towards Anastasia, hoping it does not come off as pitying her. Amara reaches back into her pocket and rubs her coin, both as a fidget and as a nervous tick. Glancing back towards the sky, Amara sits back on the ledge and motions for the goddess of fire and fighting to come join her in watching the sunset.
@Anastasia Beckett
”Anastasia? Is that you?” Amara calls out, as she steps out from behind the stone that hid her from view.
As Amara’s view becomes unblocked, she can tell it is Anastasia. She has seen the lion around the halls little recently, but has heard many of the rumors surrounding the girl in the leather jacket. From fist fights to fire, this girl has seemingly seen it all. Amara shoots a small smile towards Anastasia, hoping it does not come off as pitying her. Amara reaches back into her pocket and rubs her coin, both as a fidget and as a nervous tick. Glancing back towards the sky, Amara sits back on the ledge and motions for the goddess of fire and fighting to come join her in watching the sunset.
@Anastasia Beckett
Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
29 Aug 2020, 19:44
bekkett or bennett
@Amara Dragamior
The fit
Ana ran a hand through her already tousled hair as she gazed out, trying to find something to cling to when she heard a sound that wasn't the ruffle of wings or coos from the owls. Inhaling sharply, she tried to compose herself slightly. While she had little ability control her temper of late, she refused to appear weak to anyone. She couldn't.
Her stony expression softened slightly when she saw it was the blonde from the train. The girl had been kind enough for Ana not to want to punch her, while also not pressing her too hard about what she was dealing with. "Yeah," she said, her voice soft enough to hide its raw edge from crying. The smile the other girl quickly shot her made Ana bristle slightly, as though she was being pitied. Still, she was far too tired to start a fight over such a small thing, both physically and emotionally. The fighting took a toll on her that was more than just sore knuckles and bruises. She was honestly terrified of what she was capable of. If she was so easily capable of punching strangers, what did that say about her father's capability of something far worse? Nothing good, that was for certain.
"What are you doing up here?" she asked, rubbing her red knuckles slightly. If she could start the conversation by turning things on Amara, then hopefully that would prevent any discussion of Ana's recent exploits. She glanced at the other girl for a moment before turning back to the sky.
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7
13 Sep 2020, 20:58
bekkett or bennett
Amara heard the hint of tears in the other girl's voice. Never will Anastasia have a good day it seems. As the brunette rubs her knuckles, Amara is reminded of the fights that the other girl has gotten into since school started. "I am just... taking some time. The castle can be so loud sometimes, even in the silence. I miss the quiet beauty sometimes."
It is true, the paintings on the walls, the students, the pets; it is the environment of a lively school, but the quiet of an empty manor calls to the blonde more than the castle at times.
Amara's legs swing around the ledge of one of the owlery tower. The colors begin to darken, pink into red, purple into dark blue. Colors that mirror the emotions of the two girls, both lost in thought, thoughts that deepen with the sky.
"Why are you up here, just needing to think?" Amara asks this question, even though she can pretty much guess the reason the third year is up here. To be alone. Amara looks away again, knowing that Anastasia will rather talk if she does not feel pressured too, just like Amara. She rubs the edge of her worn coin again.
Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
27 Sep 2020, 01:32
bekkett or bennett
@Amara Dragamior
The fit
Ana's mouth twisted itself into a smile that didn't reach her eyes at Amara's words. The quiet beauty was definitely part of what brought Ana up there so often despite her feather allergy. It still baffled her how she could live in a world that could have such natural beauty while also inflicting the cruelty she had experienced. The dissonance confused and angered her. How could the universe that had taken her mother from her produce such perfection?
It was easier for her to be angry at the sun for setting than it was to acknowledge who she was truly angry at. She took it out on everyone around her mostly because she couldn't let herself confirm who her rage was directed toward. It was easier to hate the world than to deal with the fact that she hated her mother for dying, her father doing being blamed for it, and herself. She hated herself most of all. Everything she believed about herself had been proven false and she was too much of a coward to even face it.
Her jaw tightened at Amara's question, partially because for a moment she had forgotten she wasn't alone. "Sure," she said, lacking any conviction whatsoever as she crossed to the ledge and leaned on her forearms. Further mussing her hair by once again running a hand through it, she stared out on the peaceful landscape.
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7
15 Oct 2020, 18:18
bekkett or bennett
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Mentioning: TBD
Outfit
Hex Color: #20681A
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Beauty is pain or is pain beauty? As Anastasia's mouth twisted into a barbie-plastered smile, a gust of wind picked up and blew through the girls' hair. Another reminder that they are at the mercy of mother nature, at the whim of earth, air, fire, water. Man may think they are all-powerful, but even the power of the strongest witches and wizards cannot rival the pure strength of nature.
Then the barbie smile breaks, falters, the mask cracks for a moment as Anastasia speaks. A simple 'sure', a word that reverberates through the Scottish hillside and echos from the top of the tower. Amara quirks an eyebrow towards Anastasia as she walks over to the edge of the tower.
"I prefer French landscapes, much cleaner, more elegant."
A simple statement, said matter-of-factly. One to pull the older lioness out of her trance and into small talk. A horrid thing small talk is, but better than this dark silence that weighs on the blonde snake. All it takes is a quick note, a smile, something to show Anastasia that she is not alone, and remind Amara that letting others in is not such a bad decision.
Amara tucks a lock of hair back and glances back towards the sky, towards the infinite.
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Last edited by Amara Dragamior on 27 Nov 2020, 23:00, edited 1 time in total.
Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
22 Oct 2020, 03:40
bekkett or bennett
@Amara Dragamior
The fit
Amara earned a quizzical glance at her comment about the French landscape. While the French scenery was certainly lovely, it wasn't even close to the view from right where she was. Despite having grown up in a number of manors, mansions, and châteaux, Hogwarts was the closest thing to home that Ana had. It wasn't just sentiment that drove her preference either. The Scottish highlands had a certain untamed wild beauty to them that various other pristine and perfect landscapes couldn't even approach. Granted, Ana's affinity for things wild and untamed hadn't exactly lead her to prosperity. If she herself had been just a little more willing to be tamed, she wouldn't have been disowned and her mother would be alive. Everything came back to that.
"Elegance isn't everything," Ana said simply. How had it taken her this long to come to that conclusion? She had known for years that the perfect facade her parents put up was far from the truth and yet she had believed in them and the values they peddled. The ease with which her father's actions over the summer had come to him lead to a nagging feeling that things were worse than she was willing to allow herself to notice. To her, acknowledging any of it forced her to acknowledge all of it and she was nowhere near prepared to do that. The fact that she had a dark side was hardly new knowledge, but the infinite depths of it certainly was. "Elegance can hide a great deal of pain." Her words were calm and collected as if she was talking about some theoretical person rather than herself.
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7
27 Nov 2020, 23:01
bekkett or bennett
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Exits unless stoped
Outfit
Hex Color: #20681A
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The blonde's fingers dance across the banister as her brunette companion speaks. "Yes, elegance is not everything but it can hide the pain. Is that not why we fight to keep up appearances, to not let facades crack, to not let others see the very pain that beauty can hide."
Amara is clearly not speaking from experience, no, her family totally does not have skeletons in their walk-in closets and it takes very little to guess that Anastasia's family is the exact same way.
Fingers naturally go up to fix her hair as a gust of wind blows through the girls and past the castle. Amara looks up at the setting sun and glances down at her bare wrist, forgetting she does not have a watch on. "My guess is we should head inside soon before curfew begins."
Sending a soft look towards Anastasia, our favorite Slytherin heiress begins to make her way down and back through the castle. Walking back to the Slytherin common room, the words spoken play through her mind like a broken record- not that she knows what one is. Should pain be hidden? Should it be kept close to the heart or worn on the sleeve? And why, is she taught that elegance is everything when it is anything but?
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Stamina: 6 || Evasion: 6 || Strength: 5 || Wisdom: 9 || Arcane Power: 7 || Accuracy: 7
Perfectionist II
Perfectionist II
28 Nov 2020, 01:29
bekkett or bennett
@Amara Dragamior
The fit
Amara had a very different approach than Ana did. Maybe the one Ana herself had possessed before the summer. She wished she could go back to that person she was and she almost envied Amara for being able to still believe that. "It does nobody a bit of good for pain to be completely hidden," Ana said firmly. While Ana obviously didn't want everyone to know about what she was dealing with, she thought it was a load of horse shit that she was expected to keep up appearances above all else.
She nodded slightly at Amara's words without really hearing them. While the new curfews were intended to protect them, Ana felt as if they were surely but slowly suffocating her. With dreams of flames and her parents barely held at bay, sleep and curfew made Ana's stomach turn. What she could hide and try to ignore in waking hours demanded acknowledgment when she slept and had no defenses or distractions.
She glanced over her shoulder as she heard Amara leave, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply as if she was about to be pulled under the waves and this was her last chance to breathe. Swallowing hard and attempting to steel her nerves, she took a final glance at the scene before her and made her way to the lions' den.
Exeunt Anastasia Blair Marie Katherine Alexandra Sophia Isabella Ann Beckett
END OF THREAD
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7