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Post by Breanna Sheridan on Jul 12, 2011 23:19:13 GMT -5
(Because I have never used this character, and I figure we can start the ball rolling a little)
Bree was bored. She'd come back from Romania months ago, and since then, absolutely nothing of interest had happened. She couldn't understand what Voldemort was waiting for. He'd summoned her from her recruiting efforts, after bringing in a half-dozen new members, so she was sure that he must have had something planned. Instead, she'd been languishing.
Of course she would never dream of questioning the Dark Lord. But shouldn't they be inciting panic just about now? They had lost the momentum of the Hogsmeade attack (an event Bree heartily regretted that she had missed out on), and they seemed reduced to minor pranks and mischief. It was making her crazy.
Looking for some action, Bree decided to pay a little visit to the Rusty Nail, the filthy little pub squashed in a dank corner of Knockturn Alley. From the minute she stepped in the door, she stood out. She was well-dressed, as always, in a stylishly tailored set of black robes that skimmed across her shoulders, and a pair of red stiletto heels.
Stepping on a cockroach as she made her way to the bar, she didn't even flinch at the horrible crunch and squishing noises beneath her feet. She just walked with complete confidence and sat down at the bar.
"Firewhiskey," she said to Rusty in a commanding tone.
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Post by Ariana Frost on Jul 13, 2011 0:51:24 GMT -5
(Like I'm gonna miss this!)
Ariana walked slowly through Knockturn Alley. She enjoyed the looks that many of the older, more sickening looking vendors gave her. She knew they were jealous. Although someone of her "nature" belonged here, she stood out. Her make-up was well done and she dressed stylishly, obviously aware of the current trends. It was one of those rare days that she had off work and she wanted to indulge in all her most recent purchases.
Ariana noticed one of the shop clocks that she could see through the window and saw that it was nearly eight o'clock at night. Had she really been shopping all day long? She sighed. All her "friends", and by that she meant she talked to them in passing and might have gone out for a night of fun once or twice, were working night shifts at St. Mungo's, so Ariana supposed she would be drinking by herself. She rolled her eyes. She really needed excitement or at least something to keep her busy.
Ariana walked briskly towards the Rusty Nail, the shadiest pub on Knockturn Alley and the only one where the bartender knew her drink of choice by heart. It was also the only place where she could find people like her and they could stay out of sight and be unnoticed. As she walked, all she could think about was how her life seemed to be becoming normal and she couldn't take it. After all, she was a death eater. She was supposed to be dangerous, mysterious, and evil. Instead, she was a hard-working, life-saving, well-mannered, and sweet nurse at St. Mungo's that went to bed as soon as she went home just to get up and do it all over again. Where was her Lord? Where were their missions that were supposed to reek havoc and chaos over the wizarding world? Ariana never particularly liked murder or torturing someone just because, but she was never someone to object to a mission that had reason. It was frustrating and before she knew it, she was standing at the doors to the Rusty Nail.
Ariana stepped inside and let her eyes adjust to the light. The bartender looked up and gave a short nod. "The regular?" he questioned.
Ariana gave him a sly smile and wink. "Absolutely." She scanned the room while she waited for the drink. She noticed a woman at the bar that she had seen a while ago at a meeting they had after the Hogsmeade attack. Maybe she knew something that Ariana didn't.
"Hello. Is this seat taken?" Ariana sat down anyway. She wasn't rude, but it was obvious no one was sitting there. They were practically the only ones in there, next to a couple of seedy characters towards the back of the pub and one guy passed out, snoring at the end of the bar. "I absolutely love your robes. I must know who your tailor is." She motioned towards her robes. They were actually quite gorgeous now that Ariana actually looked. The bartender walked over, setting her drink in front of her and something that looked suspiciously like Firewhiskey in front of Ariana's bar companion.
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Post by Breanna Sheridan on Jul 13, 2011 17:25:02 GMT -5
Bree noticed the other woman almost immediately upon her entrance. Among the sleazy men and sloppy drunks, the two women stood out like foxes in a henhouse. It took guts to walk down Knockturn Alley dressed as they were, and only death eaters would have that kind of nerve. The other patrons of the bar seemed to know this instinctively, because although they watched the women, they made no attempts to approach them.
"Not at all," Bree said obligingly, nodding at the empty seat. She leaned in slightly, studying the woman. She had definitely seen her at the most recent Death Eater meeting, and it was a bit of a relief to see a fellow death eater tonight. It was easy to feel isolated in her job.
"Thank you," she added at the compliment, though her tone quite clearly said "I know." The other woman was well-dressed as well, and Bree immediately felt a kinship with her. While mayhem and destruction were important, so was, in Bree's opinion, fashion. "Yours are gorgeous, too. I got mine made for me by Madam Darkweather, in Hogsmeade."
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Post by Ariana Frost on Jul 17, 2011 14:21:58 GMT -5
Ariana took a sip of her drink. The mysterious lady obviously knew who she was or at least recognized her. If she hadn't, she wouldn't have actually told her about Madam Darkweather. Obviously, Darkweather only served a "special" customer. Ariana nodded in approval of her tailor of choice.
"She's quite the seamstress that woman. Scary as hell, but amazing with a wand and needle." She took a larger gulp of her drink. She wondered how many more Death Eaters besides them would show up tonight. It wouldn't be unusual. The place was practically funded by Death Eaters patronage. ""Oh, pardon me. I'm Ariana by the way." She said with a toothy smile. "So, are we expecting more friends or will it be a quiet night at the Rusty Nail?" She said with a raised eyebrow. She used the term "friends" loosely, but she was sure her "friend" knew that.
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Post by Breanna Sheridan on Jul 18, 2011 22:08:56 GMT -5
Bree nodded and smiled. Yes, she could generally spot a fellow death eater. Even if she hadn't recognized this woman from the last Death Eater meeting, she would have figured that she was one. After all, why else would a woman dressed the way she was, dare set foot in a place like this? The Rusty Nail attracted a certain kind of clientele... most were low lifes; dark, shady characters who rarely showed their faces in the light of day. Then there were those like herself--the ones who put on a respectable face during the day, then slipped into the shadows at night. Ariana certainly fit into the latter category.
Taking a sip from her drink, Bree extended her free hand to the other woman. "Call me Bree," she said. "I don't know if anyone else is coming... It's possible. I hope so, actually. I'm so bored. I want to have some fun."
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