Post by ADALIA ZABINI on Dec 31, 2009 3:01:17 GMT -8
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OH MY IT'S ,
ADALIA ATHENA ZABINI
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PUREBLOOD, SEVENTEEN, SLYTHERIN
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I CAN STAND MY OWN GROUND
I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP NOW
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HELLO THERE, VERY NICE TO MEET YOU! COULD YOU TELL ME YOUR
NAME AND IT'S MEANING, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE? THEN I WOULDN'T AT ALL MIND KNOWING YOUR BLOOD STATUS, BIRTHDAY AND AGE. CHEERS!
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"charmed, i'm sure you are. the name is adalia athena zabini. yes, i could not make it up and i wouldn't if i could. my mother has some weird thing with names that are unique, plus she mentioned something about loving greek mythology. i don't pay attention. as far as nicknames go, a rare few call me addy. that's it. as far as the rest goes, you can tell i'm a pureblood. did you hear my last name correctly? zabini, yes, that would be pureblood. i was born on friday, august 13th, 2007. if you do your math right which i doubt you do, that means the world has been gifted with my presence for seventeen years now."
DUDE, THATS INTERESTING - WHAT HOUSE WERE YOU IN? OR WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU IN? AND MY OH MY YOUR WAND - WHAT IS IT MADE OUT OF?
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"like you would even need to ask this question. are you an imbecile? zabini means pureblood, and where else would a rightful pureblood be sorted? slytherin, if you got a puzzle out of those questions. oh, and my wand? quite the thorough person you are. it is nine inches of elm wood with basilisk fang in it. quite a mixture, wouldn't you like to know. if it weren't for this damned ministry, my wand could perhaps know it's full power already."
RIIIIGHT SO UHM WHATS YOUR SEXUALITY AND ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? WHATS COOKING IN THE LOVE NEST?
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"this is rather nosy of you, don't you think? although, if you must know, as far as teams go, i rep for the boys. i will and always only like men. girls are a pain in the arse, or at least most of them are. and the single or taken question is up for debates. as my parents tell me, i am betrothed away to reese bletchley. this less than pleases me."
ALRIGHT SO NOW WE'RE CLOSE AND EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN I'M GOING TO HAVE A LOOK AT YOUR PERSONALITY. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR FEARS, LOVES, HATES ETC.
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"being the first born, i'm your average born leader you could say. i love to take charge and have things in my own hands. much to my mother's discomfort, i'm not like other pureblood girls. i have no intentions to sit back and be betty homemaker. i hate that with every fiber of my being, along with the ministry. and all those bloody muggle lovers. if they all found the edge of a cliff and fell off, this would not be a horrible thing. but that is hardly now i want them to go. this leader thing may work to my advantage. see, i plan to do something about the ministry and their tyranny over us purebloods. of course failure is a fear, but i keep faith. other than all of that, in a nutshell, i love: being in charge, my ancestry, boys, and a good bottle of booze every once in a while. i hate arrange marriages, the ministry, the way my mother is, and the constant feeling that something isn't right in my life. this is all you get. deal with it, and on to the next question."
WOW, YOU ARE INTERESTING MAN. NOW TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THAT IS CLOSE TO YOU IN SOME DETAIL.
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"so, i will rarely voice this out loud, but i have the constant feeling that i do not fit in that well with my family. i mean, look at my parents. my mother is pansy parkinson formerly. and my father is blaise zabini. either i'm missing something here or i should technically be partially african-american? my mother says that it's a rarity that this happens. that was what i grew up believing, but look at me. i'm seventeen now. do i look i'm stupid? there's something going on here, and i demand to know what the hell it is. i just haven't found the right way to ask about it. i mean, it's not like i can ask my mother. she's got her lips tighter than... well, we won't there. and my father, hell, how could i bring that up to him? sure, i've felt slightly distant from him for the past couple years because of this, but still. he's still my father."
SO, WHAT ABOUT FAMILY? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHAT IS YOUR HISTORY AND DO YOU HAVE BROTHERS, SISTERS, AUNTS AND UNCLES?
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"i come from a long line of zabinis, i think. my mother is pansy zabini, formerly parkinson. my father is blaise zabini. i have a little brother and i love the twerp. just.. don't tell i told you that. sometimes, i wish i wasn't the oldest. ever have that want for someone to look out for you? yeah, well, i wish for that and can't have it. anyway, i have a long line of relatives that i really don't care to share. it's really none of your business anyway. we all hail from here in england, where i have always grown up. it's not like we have the pleasure of being able to really live elsewhere since the paperwork would be a complete pain in the arse to fill out and the ministry would make a big deal of it. no matter. i love england. i grew up here my whole life and nothing horrible has happened to me, unless you count the entire travesty of this pureblood/ministry ordeal. either way, whatever. my life is uneventful for the time being."
I THINK THATS EVERYTHING, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY BEFORE I GO?
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"remember this name. you'll see it again."
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clip loaded with one bullet, one eye shut closed, and it was a simple pull of a trigger. that was all his job was. but could anyone else do what he did? certainly, it had to be someone perhaps just as sadistic. standing from his crouched position from the top of the roof he stood on top of, aiden macnair brushed some of the snow from his hair. the light dusting that was starting to fall was rather annoying. a scowl fell from his lips as he watched in the distance. the driver had rushed to the side of the bleeding victim of his sniper rifle, although that would do no good since he was already dead. even from such a distance of nearly two city blocks, his eyes could spot the red spreading across the sidewalk and staining the snow falling from the ground. a simple headshot. there was no surviving that, especially with his good shot. aiden slid the safety of the gun and took his wand from his pocket, casting a simple spell over the area to clean it of any trace of him. it was better safe than sorry.
with that, he backed away from the roof ledge and and twisted in his spot to apparate away. there was a quick side trip to the storage shed he had converted into an 'office' type area for his alternative job to drop off everything he had used and it was back home. as he found himself soon in the foyer of his home, aiden glanced down at the watch upon his wrist. it was nearly three in the afternoon. christ, where had the day gone? it seemed like only a few minutes ago he was climbing out of that poor girl's bed and quickly dressing before she woke. a smirk filtered onto his lips as he thought about the night previous. there was a small part deep down in the pit of his stomach that felt slightly horrible, but the rest of his stomach (or perhaps it was something a little further south) was taking over and pushing that feeling away. his night last night had been good. well, she had been decent. certainly wasn't anything close to the best that he had had. as aiden walked up the stairs to his second floor where his bedroom was, his mind thought about what his best was. and no matter how many times he tried to go over this the entire walk, the one that came up was one he didn't want to remember.
the best girl he had ever laid was one he hadn't even gotten to lay. well, at least he hadn't gotten the whole nine yards. her pants hadn't even come off. if anyone knew aiden and heard about this, they would say that was completely uncharacteristic of him and it was. but she wasn't just a girl. not to him she wasn't. she was so much more to him than just some girl. she was his best friend, the one that he had loved for he didn't even know how long, probably since he was young. that was why he had gotten up and left. it was why he had left her there in her bed, grabbed his shirt, and left her place. that was why he spent the next few hours after that just standing in his shower with his head against the wall, letting the water flow all over him. that was why he couldn't let her be another notch under his belt, even though he had known that she wouldn't become something like that to him. hell, she was his fiancee. wasn't this what they were supposed to do? but for some reason, aiden couldn't bring himself to. and still, nearly a while after this had happened, he couldn't find an excuse why he had left. yet, he couldn't find a reason as to why to sleep with makenna yaxley, at least yet that was. for some reason, what he wanted with her was to be special, not that that night hadn't been. but very special. like, up and over the mountain special.
a growl escaped his lips as these thoughts and memories flowed through his mind once more. as he entered his bedroom, the man stripped of his shirt and pants to toss them in the basket he had designated for dirty clothes. it was in the bathroom that his black boxer briefs lost contact with his clothes and he stepped into the shower. the routine of showering after every job he had done started when the first one happened and it happened to be messy. now, it was a ritual. it was a good half an hour later when he emerged freshly clean and wandered around his house with just a towel covering his body. this was one of the benefits of living alone. he could do whatever he pleased and walk around in whatever he pleased, or nothing at all if it came down to that. and since aiden had a love of air drying, the towel disappeared from his waist as soon as he made it back into his bedroom that was adjoined with his bedroom. what he was planning on doing, which wasn't a whole lot, didn't really call for a whole lot of formality. opening the door that opened into another adjoining room which was actually his walk-in closet, aiden wandered around in his birthday suit before deciding on just what to wear. a pair of gray boxer briefs covered the essentials, a pair of stonewashed dark denim jeans (holy hell, stop the press because aiden macnair is wearing jeans), and a simple gray muscle shirt was enough.
hogmeade hardly called for formality typically, and that was his destination of the day. one of his hands ran over his hair to flip the shortness so that it was sticking up rather than laying down on his head. the reason for the trip to hogsmeade was for a trip to schrivenshaft's for more of his monogrammed letterheads and perhaps a stop at honeyduke's if he felt like it. perhaps he could find something to send to makenna, but later decided against it in his head. like chocolates and candies were what she would want. when he would make his apology, it would be with diamonds. well, not just any diamonds. the ones that would make up the engagement ring that she deserved. of course, they were already exchanged, but her ring was not here yet and that rather peeved aiden. his custom crafted ring he had made especially for her had come in and not met the standards he had expected for his girl. and so it was off still being crafted and would hopefully be ready soon. aiden slipped on a pair of shoes before grabbing his jacket and descending back down into the foyer. as he stood there and slipped into his jacket, he wondered for a moment just why it was always his foyer that he apparated and disapparated from. it was never any other part of his house. a shrug rolled off his shoulders as this thought passed on and he twisted in his spot to apparate off to the village.
the village was packed, and this really didn't please aiden too much. large crowds weren't his thing. they freaked him out and that just wasn't a good thing. after being quickly in and out of schrivenshaft's with his package, he broke out of the crowded store and onto the crowded street. his possibility of going to honeydukes was a no-go as he saw that the store was packed as he passed it. a sigh escaped his lips as he decided very quickly that he needed a drink. package in his hand, aiden took off through the street at a fast pace. the crowd's large size was rather freaky for him and he maneuvered carefully in and out of people as fast as he could. after years of having this anxiety, he had learned how to quickly make his way through people without really touch anyone. the moment that he broke into the three broomsticks was one that he rejoiced in and he took off for a table. the bar was less crowded than other placed, since he figured people really didn't have the patience to be waiting around, but it wasn't dead either. as soon as he sat down though, hands came up and over his eyes. normally, he would jump up and knock whoever it was off their feet, but the quick, sultry voice in his ear made his stop. that voice he knew. he could pick it out anywhere. something ticked in his mind though. makenna wasn't returning any of his owls. surely she wouldn't be here being all sexy with him.
that could only mean one thing. "makayla, you should know better than to breath down my neck like that," he said in a slightly husky voice. grasping the hands over his eyes gently and swinging his head out from under them, he transferred his grip of her wrists to one hand and gently tugged her onto his lap. his arm wrapped around her waist, chuckling as he let his nose brush into her hair and softly against her ear. "darling, that was a very nice trick though. i think i may be one of the only people on the planet who could tell you and your sister apart, although if circumstances had been better, it would have been more difficult for me to tell. makenna is supposed to be the one who does the sexy whispering. aren't you supposed to be that good girl innocent type?" his crooked grin flashed as he looked up at her. it didn't matter to him though. makayla, if she so pleased, could whisper like that all she wanted in his ear. you would never hear him objecting. "love, it's been too long. how have you been? dare i say, you look sexy as ever. i love the boots, by the way," he spoke with a wink slightly as his eyes ventured down to gaze at the sleek boots she was wearing. now, nothing about makayla being in his presence let alone on his lap was a bother to him.
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POST STATUS:[/color] completed.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] LA BELLA VITTA!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] iris - the goo goo dolls.
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] makayla yaxley.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] hogsmeade - the three broomsticks.
WORD COUNT:[/color] one thousand, seven hundred, and fifty-two.
MUSIC SOUNDS LIKE:[/color] see lyrics credit. :]
NOTES: [/color] hope it's okay he pulled her lap? sorry and let me know if it's not. SORRY FOR THE LENGTH TOO.[/size]
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ALL ABOUT: STEPHANIE !
HEY DID YOU KNOW I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD!? AND I HAVE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR LIKE SEVEN YEARS ALSO FOR THE RECORD I FOUND YOU BY TIA AND MICHELLE <3 AND YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA: MSN. BYEEE!
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