Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan
Number of posts: 5014
Potters Army
Karma: 4
Special Abilities: Empathy
Magic Level: Tier 3
Job: owner of WWW, pro badass at the Department for Fluffy Fanged Things
Year: Grad
Race: Human
Sickles: 3821
 |  Subject: Re: A Marauder Tale......?! Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:41 am | |
|  Just some of those moments in these RPs that gave us chills, make us smile, or whatever!Because When I Arrive I Bring the Fire | Spoiler: | | | | Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “Oh yes, I know that, but thank you for pointing it out; I really do like this game of ‘Lets point out our insecurities’, but I’m afraid I have too little, and you too many for it to end fairly,” Vito replied smoothly, looking down at the girl in a rather patronizing way; he greatly enjoyed the angered version of Jack, she was a lot more entertaining. |
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You Can Applaud if You Wanna
| Spoiler: | | | | Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | No matter, Vito, you are a brilliant man, with expensive clothing, shoes, and wine. You are king of the world, remember? Thoughts of that manner flipped around in Vito’s head, and it wasn’t long before he had managed to calm himself. |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | Vito leaned his head against the back of the booth and rested his head on his folded arms, staring over at Jack all the while. King of the world, he thought again, which wasn’t exactly a rare thought to cross his mind- in fact, in order to keep his ego balanced out the way he liked it, he often found himself repeating that statement plenty of times a day. |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | She heard the shatter of glass and shuddered, but she looked up and her face was set. She slid out of the booth and began walking across the floor, people ogling her as though watching a dead girl walking. She bit her lip and walked upstairs. She thought she saw someone do the Catholic cross thing. Way to inspire confidence... |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “I don’t know!” Vito’s voice cracked, and he had to stop for a moment due to the shock. Had he heard right? Or had it simply been a trick of the ears?- Vito knew there was no such thing as a ‘trick of the ears’, and couldn’t help but growl at himself. That was definitely not a sign of power. His voice was always kept the same; low and smooth… but for the first time Vito could remember, his voice had betrayed him. |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | Then the true meaning of his words swept over her. He was created by hate; he had no other choice but to be evil. And it was humanity's fault for hating in the first place. As she gasped for another breath she pulled her head off of the table and met Vito's gaze. He demanded she get out. For a moment, she sat there, chest heaving. Finally, she slipped out of the booth and shakily stood, taking up her usual straight expression. She took a step back, but something was bothering her...
Something about the hate building in her heart. She finally realized the key difference between Vito that made them too different for their rivalry to be friendly. Still breathing heavily, she said quietly, "I don't hate you." She turned on her heel and began walking away, with customers staring in her wake. She pushed open the door and headed out of Satin's. |
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Causing Problems Makes You Famous
| Spoiler: | | | | Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | Finally she began to answer, speaking slowly and in a measure voice, "Your job...is to hate. You were created in hate, and therefore you hate. The Death Eaters hate. That role is filled. And if you were created because someone was filed with hate...Well I don't want to make the same...decision." She felt that the word mistake would sound too harsh. "It's against my nature to hate. I don't want to be like you." She half-smiled, as though to say that was not to be taken in offense. "I have to be me. Hate is just not for me. And you have enough hate following you around. I can be pissed at you, but I won't hate you." She continued walking, having said this all as though stating the facts. In a different voice she said, "Besides..." No, she did not want to go there. "Yeah. That's it." |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | You weren’t suppose to murder your past creators, and now you don’t have one because you screwed with the balance of things. You saw yourself in the mirror when you woke up today, but do you know why? Because you’ve f*cked everything up. This happened before, remember? No, you don’t remember? Think hard, Vito, think hard back to the first time you were created … what happened the last morning you were there? Hmmm? You saw your reflection first thing after you got out of bed. Your going to vanish again, Vito, and when you wake up, you’ll be in a completely different place, lost and worthless, Vito scowled; every though, all of it could have been avoided- no, it couldn’t have, you got too curious about that girl, and you got your answers, didn’t you? You cant avoid these thoughts forever, Vito. You cant avoid what you are forever, came the mocking words that echoed within his mind.
Shut up! |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “Well look at you, my little GPS,” The poltergeist mocked, hoping that such words would aggravate her. |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | She stopped as they reached the sidewalk, though Vito continued on. As the car slammed to a stop, she called after him sarcastically, "Look out world, Vito Dee Symons is crossing the street and he stops for no one." |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | "Apparently my babysitter used to slip me soda in my sippy cup when I was a wee young lass." She smirked. "As long as I can remember, I've preferred carbonated caffeine to water." She smirked and took a swig of her soda as though to prove her point. Her eyes narrowed on his drink. "What is it with you and that dreadful stuff?" |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “My babysitter slipped me alcohol instead of soda.” |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | She sighed and pushed away her soda. She suddenly was not in the mood for it. She stood up, pulling the knapsack she always had with her onto her back. "Vito...When are you going to learn that the rest of the world, really does not care that much? At some point you have to cut your losses and accept who you are." |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | …and so he walked down the streets, the sun low in the sky, and searched for the right turn in order to get himself back to Satin’s. Way to ruin a day, Jack, way to ruin a day. |
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Whose Side Are You On
| Spoiler: | | | | Andrew Thompson wrote: | | "As you can tell, I'm not exactly motivational speaker of the year." |
| Chase Moor wrote: | | "Odd isn't it.. how even though we spend most of our time at this school, we end up in it's shadow anyway.." She said slowly taking a sip of her warm butterbeer. |
| Chase Moor wrote: | | "Meerrhhhh." |
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Nothing But Tricks
| Spoiler: | | | | Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | "But you're right. I'm not up to no good yet, but I'm looking for No Good, so tell me if you see him." |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | "Oh, you betcha. I'm actually thing of changing my middle name to trouble. Or danger." |
| Andrew Thompson wrote: | | He began to wonder on why Jack had always been on some sort of mission. Whether it was pulling a prank on a small child or finding some sort of task to keep herself and others occupied, she was always doing something. |
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Break Downs Are More Fun
| Spoiler: | | | | Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “Damn you to hell, b!tch- get out of my kingdom." |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | And for once, the very short girl felt rather small indeed. |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | “Ouch- watch it!” The poltergeist hissed, “That hand alone is worth more money than even your uncle could ever give you.” That was Vito’s way of saying, “yes, ouch, yes that does hurt,” along with the many curse words that he muttered under his breath.
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | “No, no you may not blow up my hand." |
| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | | There was a moment of complete silence after that, one that was made up of tension, frustration, and fear- but honestly, Vito didn’t have anything witty to say to break that silence; he had no insults left, no jabs at Jack… nothing. And so he did something that no one, even himself, was expecting from Vito Dee Symons; the poltergeist leaned against Jack, lying his head against hers because he didn’t have the capacity at that moment to push her away again. He just needed a moment to collect himself; to deal with his fear of being ripped out of his life and placed somewhere completely new where he would have to start over completely. |
[quote="Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan]Suddenly he slid forward and touched his head to hers. Her eyes widened, but she did not move away. Vito was...it was almost like he was giving up. No more fighting back, just accepting the fact that he could not do everything on his own. She relaxed and closed her eyes, moving her hands so they went around his neck, wanting to comfort the broken being in front of her. She let out a soft breath and said, "It's okay." |
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Where It Almost Began
| Spoiler: | | | | Chase Moor wrote: | | Her whole face turned deep red and she looked up at him. Okay, no, no Chase! He is still grieving his last girlfriend! You don't want to be a rebound do you! No I didn't think so! So get your head out of the clouds, and get the hell out of there! You don't need him, you don't need him.. Why did her mind always have to yell at her? |
| Andrew Thompson wrote: | | Once again, he felt himself tugged off at what felt like the speed of light and nearly dragged outside, hearing an odd cheer emanating from the pub. They apparently were not the most liked people in that place. |
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What Part of "Evil" Don't You Understand
| Spoiler: | | | | Chase Moor wrote: |
"Jack.. he took away my home.. do you know how that feels? To have you're entire world ripped out from under you in one day? In just an hour?" |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | | Jack felt her chin waver slightly. In a soft voice she said, "No...but I know someone who does." |
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So We Meet Again
[spoiler]| Vito Dee Symons wrote: | The grass was dried out and had been drained of its color, as were the leaves of the trees that surrounded the area. It looked as if someone had set fire to the place, and for some reason, the place seemed familiar to Vito as he walked slowly, the burnt grass grumbling beneath his feet. His hair was combed back the way he always styled his hair, and he was dressed in his finest clothing- and it would have seemed completely normal had he not been flickering repeatedly; he seemed calm enough, and therefore, there was no real reason for him to be having trouble keeping himself appearing human. Vito stopped and slipped his hands into his pockets before he began to scan the area for something, or someone. He felt as if something was missing, or as if he had lost something, but he couldn’t quite place what that something was as he stood there with his eyes squinted slightly in order to protect them from the glaring sun overhead.
"It's okay,” a voice Vito knew quite well whispered, but it was far away and very faint. He frowned, where was she? He had heard her voice, but he couldn’t see her. He took a few steps forward, his dark colored eyes still searching for some sort of sign of life. “Not again…” Vito heard his own voice that time, though his voice sounded closer, almost as if a clone of himself were standing right beside him, but when he looked to his right, and then to his left, he saw nothing but endless dead grass and shriveled trees.
The sky was darkening slowly and clouds were rolling in, taking over the sun’s kingdom, which also meant casting a gloomy shadow over the strange place where Vito was seemingly stranded. He sat down In the grass and rested his arms on his legs. What was he waiting for? And what had he been looking for earlier?
“It wont be long until your created again,” someone spoke, though it was a voice Vito couldn’t quite recognize. An expression of confusion passed over his face, and he glanced about to see if anyone was near- and there, sitting to his left, was someone Vito hadn’t seen in decades. “You killed me,” the teenage boy spoke, but his voice was unnaturally low, and it didn’t match his face. Vito scowled, but he said nothing; it was almost as if he couldn’t say anything, as if he had to sit there and listen to what the boy had to say. “There is a young women in Pennsylvania who has been through quite a bit, and because of it, she has grown up hating the world. She attempted suicide twice, and almost murdered her father… she’s got enough hatred inside of her to create a monster,” the teenager stated, and looked off into the distance at all of the dead plants surrounding them.
“It’s okay,” came Jack’s voice again, but that time, there was sorrow behind it- pain even, and when Vito looked up from the grass to see if he could spot the redhead, his heart sped up quickly; there she was, lying in there on the ground with bruises coloring the skin of her arms and her face- but it was the bloodied head that had caught Vito’s attention. “What’s the matter, Vito? Angry your guardian went bye bye?” |
| Chase Moor wrote: | Sitting before her mom on the floor, laughing at a story she was telling her. Babbitty Rabbitty, who turned into a tree, only to be cut down.. even though she was just a rabbit. Chase sat as a little girl, the shock of red hair pulled into two pig tails on the side of her head. Clapping happily at the story.
Chase standing on Platform 9 3/4, staring nervously around at all of the other students. Her mom and dad were talking to some friends from work, and Chase was looking around at all of the animals, the people who seemed to know each other. Chase had already taken her stuff on the train, and was more wandering around then anything. But her parents had to go, they left her early, the train still not even close to moving, leaving her alone on the platform.
Chase sat on the stool in front of the entire school, the old floppy hat was placed on her head. "I see a lot of problems in your life Chase Moor, you have a great role to play in many's lives, and people may either hate or love you. Chase Moor, you would do great in any house at all, but I think the best place for you is HUFFLEPUFF!"
It was raining, and a boy was laughing with her, hand in hand, they were running up to the school, so much mud that they were half slipping down the hill and barely making any ground. They kept laughing though, and by the time they reached the school, they were kissing and the whole world seemed to stop.
The moon was up, and Chase lay on the ground, pain roaring through her body, but no more then it did in her back. Her best friend stood over her, he was laughing and pointing his wand at her. "Crucio!" Pain seared again and Chase was left sobbing on the ground, watching as they attempted to kill her boyfriend. "Sterling!" Chase cried out, and the pain returned.
The rain was falling again, but it was now a slow dance, she was being held by a beautiful man, standing beneath a tree as they stared into each other's eyes. She had thought they would spend the rest of their days together, they weren't dating, but at that point, they might as well have been dating, for as much as they loved each other.
Sitting next to a bed in St. Mungos, and seeing a cold emptiness in her ex boyfriends eyes when she told him that she was with someone else. Knowing she would never be the same again, knowing that life was over, even though she had Jesse, Sterling hated her, and would probably hate her forever. She had cheated on him, while he had been in a coma, and she hadn't even cared.
A battle raged around her, and Chase ran off, hiding from the pain, the death, the struggle. Running out into the grounds, where she ran straight into Nerezza, Jesse, and Sterling. Unable to do anything about it, Sterling was sitting on top of Nerezza, making out with her. Chase could have died right then on the spot. And Jesse never moved, it was like he was in a trance, unable to help her, and Chase watched as one of her best friends was removed so far away from her, all she could do was run.
Sitting on the grounds, a wand pointed at her, as Sterling cried out. "Kiss me!" And Chase, under the Imperius curse. Did, over and over. Tears leaking down both of their faces. "Torture me!" He cried, staring at her. "Cru.. Crucio!" Chase said, unable to do anything at all. "WHY WON"T YOU HATE ME!" Sterling cried out, tears pouring down his face. "It would be so much easier Chase! If you would just hate me! Kill me Chase! Kill me!" He yelled. “NO! I can't!” Chase started to cry, and they both collapsed crying.
Sitting in her room, making out with a Vampire. And Jesse walked in, laughing and smiling, holding up a present and chocolate for her. He froze, and the things in his hand dropped. Chase jumped out of the bed, attempting to straighten her clothes and hair, but Jesse was gone. Chase ran after him, pleaded for him to take her back. And he walked away, leaving her on her knees in the hallway, when she entered the bedroom again, Daniel was gone as well.
Chase sat in her new flat, pleading with Sterling and Daniel. “Please, just get rid of my memory! Tell me the important things! I miss being Chase! I miss being able to smile, I miss my family, and my home, my friends, and just being me! Please, please.. just stop the horrible memories, stop the pain! I can't stand it anymore! Get rid of my memory!” And then the blissfulness of having no idea of her life.
Chase smiled at the girl in front of her. “A vampire really? You are one?” She stared at Sophia, smiling happily at her new found, well old friend. “You know.. I think I remember you!” She cried out. “You're Sophia Lestrange! My best friend ever! I can't believe it! I”m so sorry!” She cried out and hugged her friend.
She stood outside the Three Broomsticks. “Excuse me, do you know why Honeydukes is closed down? Oh, Sorry I'm Chase Moor! Hufflepuff Seventh year!” She said grinning happily at the boy in front of her. The man, Andrew Thompson smiled back. “Some sort of holiday or something..” Chase smiled at him and bowed his way in. “Wanna get a butterbeer with me then?!” She asked grinning at him.
“ANDREW!” Chase screamed, and was hit from behind by the giant bear. She fell forward, deep claw marks in her back. “Andrew!” She cried out, struggling from under the bear, but it knocked her wand out of her hand. She dove for it, and got into a wrestling match with the bear. Kicking him in the privates, before retrieving her wand.
Water lapped around her head. “Look at the fish Andrew!” She cried out, pulling him under the water with her, and pointing at the beautiful fish of Hawaii beneath them, the choral simply full of beautiful fish, but she was pulled to the surface, and her lips found Andrews. And bliss filled her soul. “Andrew..” She whispered. “I'm sorry!” He cried out and moved away from her, but Chase moved to him, and pressed her lips against his as well.
Standing by the Shrieking Shack, having just run as fast as she could away from Andrew. “Chase! I like you, I've liked you since I met you.. Please..” Chase stared at him, and they kissed, a deep kiss, the best kiss Chase had ever had. And she had her current boyfriend. There, who she loved.
On a date with Andrew, coming home, and smiling when he said I love you for the first time. Letting his jacket fall to the ground, as she kissed him. And they both went into the bedroom, as she pushed him against the door, and took off his shirt.
Battling the Loch Ness monster, helping Andrew with the odd little box. Jack standing in the rain, defending the man who was about to kill her. |
| Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote: | She blinked at him, the wand now pointed square between her eyes. "You could, couldn't you?"
They weren't talking about Chase now. What she now meant was that Vito could kill her, Jack, in a heart beat. But here was the question now...
Would he? |
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An Argument
| Spoiler: | | | | Chase Moor wrote: | | "Right now, I see no difference between what you did tonight, and what he did the night he killed my family! Probably thought no one would miss them either!" |
| Andrew Thompson wrote: | | "I didn't do it for fun!" he said, his voice almost sounding like he had snapped "I did it for you! I almost killed the mutant bear because it had almost killed you! I don't want to see you hurt and it drove me crazy Chase! It drove me crazy to see you hurt! I love you too much to let it slide by!" He hugged her heavily, wrapping his arms around her. "Please forgive me..." he said softly. |
| Andrew Thompson wrote: | | "Less talk, more bow chika wow wow." |
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*new* Public Comments! *new*
Funny things other users say about our silly characters
Elijah Krum said in Perfect Match:
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. They came back down safe and sound until Mr. Vito threw Jill to the ground. In short, Jack and Vito lived happily ever after.
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