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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 28, 2007 15:17:39 GMT -5
Logan had some targets set up so they would fly side to side. One of the targets flew faster then the other, but nonetheless it had holes in it. He had his dagger by the blade over his shoulder. He aimed, picturing it as someone he disliked, then threw it. It hit right in the middle, took four tries but he hit the middle of the fast one.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 13:35:00 GMT -5
Bellatrix sauntered into Knockturn Alley, planning on doing a little shopping before returning home. She was going over the list of items she needed in her head. Silencing bag, Eversleep blanket, Poisen... There was something she was forgetting and as she stopped in the middle of the street to try to think of what it was, her eye caught something strange. A man throwing daggers at moving targets. No, not fun moving targets like people or animals, but actual targets that the man had bewitched to move about. She watched the man for a while, intrigued at the skill with which he threw. She giggled as he missed the fastest target three times.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 14:20:07 GMT -5
Logan was about to throw his dagger once more when he heard a giggle. He turned and saw a girl from the last meeting. He scowled. "What are you laughing at?" He asked not really caring. He went back to throwing his dagger at the targets as he waited for her to reply.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 14:28:28 GMT -5
At being caught watching the man, Bella only giggled more. "I'm laughing at you, of course. Why else would I be laughing in such a somber place?" Bellatrix began to spin the rings on her fingers, giving herself something to do as she watched. She couldn't for the life of her remember what the last item she needed to purchase was, but watching this show-off was more entertaining than preparing for the mission she had been assigned. The mission itself would be interesting, but Bella was impatient and preparations took time, which was why, if she had her way, she would have minions to do the set up work.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 14:35:18 GMT -5
Logan turned and threw the dagger and it hit the sign beside her head. "You don't want to get on my bad side, missy." He said glaring at her, he looked her up and down. He didn't think there was much to look at and thought it would have to be an idiot to be with her.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 14:55:46 GMT -5
Bellatrix pulled her attention away from her rings and glared at the man. She angrily pulled the dagger from the sign that only a few inches away from her pretty curls and pointed it at him as she approached him. "Who said I was trying, you pillock!" She held the dagger tightly in her right hand, her eyes narrowing on his face.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 15:03:56 GMT -5
Logan smirked. "Feisty? Are we?" He jerked his dagger out of her hand. He whiped it off with his robes still smirking. His hat was of course hiding the glit in his eyes, the glit he always had when he toyed with his pray.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 15:12:13 GMT -5
The dagger was jerked from Bella's hand and she scowled at him, resisting the urge to snatch it back and plunge it deep into his chest. She didn't appreciate people being rude to her, especially not his sort. Unattractive walking cliche of a 'bad guy'... he tried too hard. She sneered and rolled her eyes. "Better feisty than drab," she said as she looked him over once more.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 15:21:02 GMT -5
"I'm drab? Tell me, love, how am I drab?" He asked tossing the dagger in the air and catching it by the blade. "I bet you are the type that picks on little children." He watched her intently as he continued playing with his dagger.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 15:36:38 GMT -5
She watched the dagger as it spun in the air and landed in hand, dangerously close to slicing off a few fingers. "Well look at you," she exclaimed. She flicked his hat with her fingers. "Look at how you're dressed. And you're playing with knives, that's so..." she searched for the appropriate word, "muggle." She sneered as she said it, as if the word itself caused the speaker shame.
Bellatrix shifted her weight as she stood there, looking up at the man who was much taller than her. It was hard enough having to walk down this pathetic cobblestone road, but she was doing it in heels. Her red dress swayed around her knees as she moved and she placed her hands on her hips. "I don't pick on anyone. I toy with them. And yes, if children are around whilst I'm bored then it's their sorry luck, isn't it?"
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 15:51:23 GMT -5
He smirked. "Sounds like me when I was that age." He laughed. "Yes these are muggle items, stole the dagger from my first victim. Stole the hat from my father, he was such a Muggle lover." He scowled everytime he said 'muggle'.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 16:03:45 GMT -5
"I seriously doubt that you were anything like me," she scowled at the outrageous insult of being compared to the heathen before her. She made a disgusted face as he spoke about his hat. "Why would you want to keep such a ratty old thing? Especially if you dislike muggles as much as you appear to, there's no reason to go around playing with their common little trinkets. You look like a barbarian."
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 18:48:41 GMT -5
Logan smirked. "Barbarian huh? I like the sound of that. Logan the Barbarian, has a nice ring to it." He caught his dagger by the handle then put it away on his belt. "I keep these because they remind me of who and what I am, and they are...how to say...trophies."
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 18:54:42 GMT -5
She giggled as he fawned over his new nickname, which she made a mental note to call him on their next encounter. She clasped her hands behind her back and swayed her shoulders back and forth like a little child waiting for a treat. Her eyes followed the dagger once more until he sheathed it. "And what are you then?" she asked, with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 18:59:42 GMT -5
"A death eater, muggle hater and killer." Logan said smirking, "And what are you? A teen ager rebel?" Her giggle made his hair stand. He was really disliking this girl more and more.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 19:14:02 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at the labels which he put upon himself. They were so broad and undefined that over half the people passing by them in the street would also classify themselves as such. "I would hardly call myself a rebel. I'm just me," she said with another giggle, noting how it irked him when she did it.
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 19:28:24 GMT -5
"Well I wouldn't call you a good girl, unless you're a good girl gone bad." He smirked his eyes flashing when she giggled. He was tempted to cut her throat just to stop that giggle.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 19:34:38 GMT -5
She put her hands back on her hips, shifting her weight to one leg and jutting out her hip with attitude. "You shouldn't be calling me anything. You don't know me. I could be a good girl for all you know."
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Post by Logan VanHelsing on Mar 29, 2007 19:44:22 GMT -5
Logan laughed crossing his arms. "And why, pray tell, would a good girl be here?" He looked down at her a smirk plastered on his face.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Mar 29, 2007 20:08:31 GMT -5
She grinned up at him, her pearl white teeth flashing in the sunlight. "I got lost," she teased. She mock pouted at him, knowing her sweetness would aggravate him. She could read him easily, and liked it.
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