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Post by caleb on May 7, 2007 12:46:09 GMT -5
Caleb had been feeling the pressure of unemployment lately. Not neccessarily the need for monetary suppliment, he did fine with getting money from the women he seduced or the pockets he picked, but his days were growing steadily emptier. He had been reading about the War, and the uprising of the group known as Death Eaters. He sympathized with their plight, having grown to despise muggles while trapped in his parents' muggle loving home. And when they rejected him, it only spured his loathing.
Now with nothing to do, and anger in his heart, Caleb set off on a new mission: to join the dark forces. The best place to find sordid characters was a sordid place, so he ventured into the corrupt part of town. The people in Knockturn Alley seemed to keep to themselves, and could potentially crush his hope to find someone to take him on as an apprantice in the Dark Arts. Caleb stood in the street, people watching, waiting for someone to approach.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 7, 2007 13:19:04 GMT -5
Tristan walked with his head held low, the hood of his cloak pulled down to hide his face. Although he was proud of his alliance with the Dark Lord, it could put his career at St. Mungo's in jeopardy if he were to be recognized. was so busy trying to hide his face that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He brushed past a person standing in the middle of the street, then stopped to look at the person. "If you know what's good for you, you'd keep moving around here," he advised.
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Post by caleb on May 7, 2007 13:30:18 GMT -5
Caleb had not noticed as a man neared him, but when they made contact he stepped back and looked at the man. Caleb chuckled at the stranger's warning.
"And this sage advice comes from a timid looking man hiding his face. I think I'll take my chances mister."
Caleb scoffed at the hooded stranger, wondering what he was hiding from. He looked up the street in the direction the man had come, but saw nothing to lead Caleb to believe the man was being followed. Then again, a suspicious looking character in Kncoturn Alley was hardly anything to take notice of. What else could he be hiding from?
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 7, 2007 17:42:38 GMT -5
"Hey, sometimes it pays to be discreet," Tristan said. He took his hood off and looked at the boy, who appeared to be barely out of school. "What do you want, anyway? Are you looking for someone?"
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Post by caleb on May 8, 2007 14:29:17 GMT -5
The thought crossed Caleb's mind that the man looked vaguely familiar, now that his hood was off and his face was visible. He remembered seeing this man walking past when he was...where was he? At the market? The hospital? A social function? Unable to properly place the man, Caleb ignored the nagging feeling that he knew him from somewhere.
"Yes and no. I'm not looking for any person in particular, but I am looking."
He didn't know how to go about telling the man what he was looking for. Or even if he should tell him. Everything in his life up until his eviction from his parents' home had been handed to him on a silver platter. And even now he didn't have to try very hard to get what he wanted or needed. But this was different.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 8, 2007 23:00:01 GMT -5
"Well, you may want to decide just who you are looking for, because just standing in the street and looking around tends to make people in Knockturn Alley a little nervous," Tristan replied. He frowned as he realized the boy was looking at him carefully as if to decide where he knew him from. "It's best to keep to your own business in here. Now, if you don't mind, I'm on an important mission."
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Post by caleb on May 14, 2007 23:22:45 GMT -5
Caleb took a step nearer the man, trying to figure out what sort of mission this man would be on. He seemed a shady character and the man's constant advice to keep to himself showed that he himself was hiding something. Perhaps he would be the man Caleb was looking for.
"An important mission, aye? Hooded and hidden, and down in Knockturn Alley... You wouldn't be working for You-Know-Who, would you?"
Caleb tried to keep the tone of his voice flat, indifferent. Not judging and not expecting anything. In fact, the words rolled off his tongue as if it were part of normal conversation to assume strangers were in league with the Dark Wizard.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 18, 2007 23:52:37 GMT -5
Tristan tensed at the boy's words. "Depends," he said suspiciously, looking the boy up and down. "Why do you want to know?" He stood at the ready, preparing himself to fight if necessary.
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Post by caleb on May 19, 2007 12:15:56 GMT -5
His response was telling and Caleb grinned at the fact that he might have found his way in. He took a few small steps nearer the man so that he could speak more softly and without being overheard.
"I want in."
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 20, 2007 17:15:54 GMT -5
Tristan relaxed slightly. "Is that right?" he said. "Well... I may just be able to help you along with that. But we shouldn't discuss this out on the street. Come on, there's a pub around the corner, perfect for talking over these things."
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Post by caleb on May 20, 2007 21:22:30 GMT -5
Caleb nodded. He also knew it was not safe to talk in the open like this but he was just so pleased that he might have actually succeeded in something he set out to do. And he didn't need his family's help with it even. He followed the man to the pub.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 20, 2007 22:26:59 GMT -5
Tristan walked into the pub and approached the bar. "Hey, Louie," he said to the bartender. "I'll have a firewhiskey." Glancing back at the boy, he said, "What's your poison, kid?"
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Post by caleb on May 20, 2007 22:36:17 GMT -5
"Red currant rum."
Caleb answered while looking around the pub. He hadn't been here before.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 20, 2007 22:47:32 GMT -5
Tristan nodded at Louie, who poured the drinks and pushed them across the bar to them. "All right," he said. "Let's sit over in that corner," he suggested. "We should be able to talk uninterrupted over there."
Most of the clientele of the pub--which was simply called The Pub--worked for, or sympathized with, the Dark Lord. So their conversation wouldn't likely raise an eyebrow. But the Pub was also known for its rowdy barfights, and Tristan didn't fancy getting blood on his robes. He walked over to the corner and sat down.
"Now, then," he said. "What's your name, kid?"
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Post by caleb on May 20, 2007 22:58:13 GMT -5
Caleb took his drink from the barman and then moved to the corner table. He took in the others in the pub, which looked to be rough crowd, and then turned to this new friend.
"Caleb Seishas."
He extended his hand in formal greeting, awaiting the man's name.
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 20, 2007 23:10:33 GMT -5
Tristan took the boy's hand and shook it firmly. "I'm Tristan Collins. Sorry to be so cagey with you before, but I do have a reputation to maintain. I'm a healer at St. Mungo's and part of my ability to do my work for the Dark Lord hinges on that reputation. But in this place... well, let's just say that the regulars generally can tell whose side a person's on in here. So, how old are you? Why do you want to join with Him?"
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Post by caleb on May 20, 2007 23:30:03 GMT -5
"I thought you looked familiar. I've seen you at St Mungo's before."
He was glad to finally have that resolved, it would have ate at him all day if he could not have placed the man. And it was good to have a name to go with the familiar face. Caleb took a large gulp of his rum.
"I'm eighteen. I've been reading about the War in the papers. It's ridiculious the way the journalists are spinning it, making You-Know-Who out to be a villian. I want to help."
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Post by Tristan Collins on May 22, 2007 22:53:05 GMT -5
Tristan nodded. "You're right, of course. I mean, so a few people get killed in the process. It's not like they don't deserve it. This all for the best. The muggles and the mudbloods... they're just a waste of space." He swished the whiskey around in his glass thoughtfully. "Tell me, kid. Have you ever used an Unforgivable Curse on someone?"
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Post by caleb on Jun 2, 2007 4:10:07 GMT -5
Caleb shook his head as he took a drink from his mug. He hadn't used an Unforgivable before, but that didn't mean he hadn't wanted to. In fact, there were many times his lips had almost formed those commands. He hoped this wouldn't affect his chances of joining up.
"I'm not afraid of using them, but no. I've not used one yet."
He strongly emphasized the 'yet'.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Jun 3, 2007 0:25:24 GMT -5
Tristan nodded. "Well, it doesn't matter, really. I just thought I'd ask. I know a few of the younger ones haven't used any yet, and if you had, it might have given you an edge. But I don't think he'll turn you down just because you haven't. He'll probably test you, though."
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