Post by Blaise Zabini on Feb 17, 2010 19:12:50 GMT -7
Alas! Ear wax!
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Hey my name is NEMO! I've been rockin this world for sixteen years, but I've only been chillin in the rp world for three years. I heard of this place through uh, well, it's hard to explain. Meanwhile you should check out my other characters lol soon to come?. Okay that's it. Oh wait lucius loves puppies.
kay bye!
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A month ago after finishing a hunt, the words practically spilled out. They were in Minnesota - or was it Michigan? Wisconsin? Anyway, wherever they were, he was drunk - so shitfaced it wasn’t pretty. An almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels held loosely in his hand, eyes were glassed over. Sam entered into the bar, looking like one of those haggard housewives. He made a beeline straight to him, removed the bottle, wrapped an arm around his waist and hoisted him effortlessly to his feet. It was just a simple gesture, yet the touch caused the words to practically shoot out of Dean’s mouth the instant Sam yanked him off the chair. Though he never made it past a slurred rambling of ‘dude, d’ya wanna hear somethin’ funny?’ because at that moment the whiskey thought it’d be hilarious to come back up all over his leather jacket.
Karma. What a bitch.
Dean moaned and stuffed a pillow over his face. The thing smelled of dew and old lady; but hey, if he couldn’t tell Sam and he couldn’t wish for things to be different, he might as well just suffocate. He pushed the pillow further into his face waiting for the unconsciousness to come, knowing all the while that melodramatic, angsty ploys weren’t exactly his thing.
After a few prolonged minutes of getting absolutely no where, he gave up on the death wish and instead hurtled the pillow at the television set. The collision of heavy cotton impacting with the small metal box caused the damn thing to teeter itself off the flimsy table, and smash against the carpet. At first he crossed his fingers that the three-inched shag carpeting would brace the fall, but being his luck, the TV cracked hard against the floor and shattered the entire front panel. Small sparks shot up and the smell of burning feathers infested the room.
“Oh, come on!” he shouted towards the ceiling as if God himself had planned the whole thing, and was up there laughing himself silly at the pitiful look on Dean’s face. He looked around the desolate room. Great. Just fucking fantastic. No Sam and now no TV.
The quiet seemed unnatural. He wondered what Sam was up to. Dean guesed he was probably doing research, the geek, unless of course he’d fallen asleep. Sleep actually sounded pretty damn wonderful right about now. To just close his eyes and forget about everything for a few hours. He still had some time before Sam would be knocking on his door, all sunshine and rainbows. How anyone could be that freakishly happy in the morning he had no idea.
He pulled at the bronzed chain that dropped down from lamp that rested above the bed frame, cloaking the room in total darkness. ‘Just sleep.’ He told himself; but he couldn’t sleep. His betraying mind wandered back to thoughts of Sam and the fact that he was a whole building away. He hated thinking about him like that – alone, confused, abandoned. Sam was his annoying little brother, after all.
Besides the two-room thing was weird. He missed the nagging comments about his dirty socks, the soft click of the keyboard. He started to regret the whole ‘let’s not sleep in the same room’ thing. At the time he thought he was being pretty clever, but now it just seemed like a shitty idea. Plus, he’d developed this weird quirk where he couldn’t properly fall asleep unless Sam was in the room with him. Sam always had this strange urge to walk out the hotel room, and do something fucking stupid, like find Ruby.
‘Christ,’ he thought. ‘He’s turned me into a fucking fruitloop.’
Karma. What a bitch.
Dean moaned and stuffed a pillow over his face. The thing smelled of dew and old lady; but hey, if he couldn’t tell Sam and he couldn’t wish for things to be different, he might as well just suffocate. He pushed the pillow further into his face waiting for the unconsciousness to come, knowing all the while that melodramatic, angsty ploys weren’t exactly his thing.
After a few prolonged minutes of getting absolutely no where, he gave up on the death wish and instead hurtled the pillow at the television set. The collision of heavy cotton impacting with the small metal box caused the damn thing to teeter itself off the flimsy table, and smash against the carpet. At first he crossed his fingers that the three-inched shag carpeting would brace the fall, but being his luck, the TV cracked hard against the floor and shattered the entire front panel. Small sparks shot up and the smell of burning feathers infested the room.
“Oh, come on!” he shouted towards the ceiling as if God himself had planned the whole thing, and was up there laughing himself silly at the pitiful look on Dean’s face. He looked around the desolate room. Great. Just fucking fantastic. No Sam and now no TV.
The quiet seemed unnatural. He wondered what Sam was up to. Dean guesed he was probably doing research, the geek, unless of course he’d fallen asleep. Sleep actually sounded pretty damn wonderful right about now. To just close his eyes and forget about everything for a few hours. He still had some time before Sam would be knocking on his door, all sunshine and rainbows. How anyone could be that freakishly happy in the morning he had no idea.
He pulled at the bronzed chain that dropped down from lamp that rested above the bed frame, cloaking the room in total darkness. ‘Just sleep.’ He told himself; but he couldn’t sleep. His betraying mind wandered back to thoughts of Sam and the fact that he was a whole building away. He hated thinking about him like that – alone, confused, abandoned. Sam was his annoying little brother, after all.
Besides the two-room thing was weird. He missed the nagging comments about his dirty socks, the soft click of the keyboard. He started to regret the whole ‘let’s not sleep in the same room’ thing. At the time he thought he was being pretty clever, but now it just seemed like a shitty idea. Plus, he’d developed this weird quirk where he couldn’t properly fall asleep unless Sam was in the room with him. Sam always had this strange urge to walk out the hotel room, and do something fucking stupid, like find Ruby.
‘Christ,’ he thought. ‘He’s turned me into a fucking fruitloop.’
“I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.”
- Harry Potter
- Harry Potter
Fullname: Blaise Orion Zabini
Nickname(s): Blaisey, or some people just call him "Zambini" because they can't pronounce his name properly.
Age: sixteen
Gender: male
1996 or 2022:1996
Canon or OC: canon
“Is that why you dyed your eyebrow”
- Luna Lovegood
- Luna Lovegood
Hair: a very dark brown
Eyes: dark brown
Distinguishing Marks:
Celeb: Hayden Christensen
“...from now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell 'die, Ron, die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong”
- Ron Weasley
- Ron Weasley
Likes:
- Reading
- Annoying people in his own way.
- Red heads
- Not doing work in class
- Blood pops
Dislikes:
- acting as someone he's not.
- anyone who's not him (not really)
- potions
- the new step-father of the year.
- those who don't stick up for themselves.
- anyone who thinks they can order him around.
Strengths:
- Intelligant
- Charms
- Dueling
Weaknesses:
- Redheads
- Blood pops
- Potions
Overall Personality: Since he was raised by a woman who was high-class and strict, he was brought up to speak civilly to anyone he thought deserved it. He has a strong humor for anything funny, even when sometimes it isn't, and will make comments or jokes that is mostly for his own laughter than anything else. But besides that, if he doesn't know anyone, he will be quiet and just do his work. He has a calm and collected aura about him, something that he shows rather often in a tough situations. Perhaps with his friend he's the clown, but when ever something dangerous is about - or something dangerous is happening - he doesn't act distressed or panicky. He will try to calmly get through the situation. He believes he'd make a good Auror, but his grade in Potions ins't really doing him justice.
“Of course, any time the family produced someone halfway decent they were disowned”
- Sirius Black
- Sirius Black
Father:Unknown
Mother: Elizabeth Zabini
Siblings: None
Others:
General History: Blaise doesn't realy like remembering anything that doesn't please him. Since he never had a normal child-hood, Blaise will force anything that makes him upset out of his mind until he believes he has forgotten it. He was probably around five years-old when he asked his mother who his father was. No one knew, really, because Miss Zabini (though only Mrs. Zabini two years ago) had left London and found herself in Italy. She never told Blaise anything of her father, but the way she spoke of him made him realize she was saving him from knowing something bad. That's what he had always thought though. But after Blaise was born, his mother already had a new husband that was rich.
Most people don't ask Miss Zabini how she's so rich, because most already think they know, due to the rumors. They'd leave Blaise's mother with all their money in their Wills, and mysteriously end up dying a few months later. So Blaise had learned to never get attached to any of his step-fathers, though most of them didn't want anything to do with him anyways. His step-father would mysteriously end up dying soon anyways. It was when Blaise turned around twelve did he actually begin knowing what his mother had been doing.
As for the Zabini's alliance with Voldemort, they really don't care. Miss Zabini goes with anyone who has the power, and Voldemort is obviously gaining power by scaring people. But she isn't as loyal as any other Death Eaters, and will often send Blaise to cover for her. Blaise doesn't really respect anyone in Voldemort's little gang, so he will often make snide jokes about them. His mother never taught him to respect the Dark Lord, so he never did.
“Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy.”
- Hermione Granger
[/blockquote][/blockquote]- Hermione Granger
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