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Post by niamh roisin ó braonáin on Aug 7, 2012 14:36:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 586 ( TAGGED ) KIERAN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE In Niamh’s opinion, it was far too early to be up, let alone out of bed and actually moving. If she had her way, she would still be buried under her mound of covers and sleeping off the hangover that was currently causing her so much pain and misery. It had been a stupid decision to have a few drinks the previous night, even more so than usual seeing as how it had been a school night and now she had to go through a whole day of classes wishing she could just curl up into a ball and shut out the world around her. At the time, Niamh had ignored that little piece of knowledge, choosing instead to have some fun without a thought of the consequences. It was one of the things that Niamh excelled at, choosing to live in the moment that is. Granted, she had known that she would most like start the day over feeling lousy, she didn’t need to look into a crystal ball in order to predict that.
At the moment she was currently making her way up one of the castles numerous staircases and doing her best not to think about the breakfast she had just consumed; or at least attempted to. In all honesty, Niamh should have realized that eating probably wasn’t the best idea when one felt as lousy as she currently did. Her stomach had protested the moment she had entered the Great Hall and smell of food hit her, forming a wave of nausea that had almost sent her running for the nearest toilet. It hadn’t been one of her brightest moments to ignore it and trek her way over to the Slytherin table, but part of her was hungry and unable to rid herself of the naïve hope that relief would come in the form of a full stomach. Three bites of toast and a cup of water had been all Niamh had been able to stomach before coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to be able to do any better with her meal and that it was time to give up.
So Niamh had left the Great Hall, determined to avoid the cluster of students who would undoubtedly be making their way to class in just a short amount of time. She had already decided that going to her classes was not even an option for her and with the knowledge that she now had the entire day to sleep away and nurse herself back to health that only left her with figuring out one thing; where she was going to sleep. The thought of going back to her dorm had been the first place Niamh had jumped to but that was soon crossed off the list when she remembered that one of her dorm mates had a free period.
By the time she reached had reached the seventh floor, Niamh had run out of possibilities of places to go and was just about to give up when she noticed a door way next to her, one that she couldn’t recall having been there previously. Casting a glance up and down the corridor only to find herself alone, Niamh hesitantly opened the door and peeked inside only to find decent sized room with a few couches and chairs. Her mind made up, the brunette quickly ducked inside and made her way to one of the couches before laying down on it. Oh yes, she could definitely spend the entire day hiding in here.
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Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 8, 2012 21:03:46 GMT -5
[/img] diet mountain dew baby new york city, can we get it down low down and gritty? [/size] [/center] Kieran was absolutely miserable. It was the morning, which was bad enough, and he knew he wasn’t going to be making it to class. He had a hangover unlike one he’d ever nursed at school before, and nothing except a bit of spliff and a good lie-down would fix it. Unfortunately, getting uncontrollably drunk, skipping class, and then lighting up wasn’t exactly smiled upon behavior in the school, but at this point he could give a fuck less anyway. He didn’t even see why he was still at Hogwarts; he wasn’t ever going to use it in his future anyway, if everything went his way.
Not only was Kieran hungover, but he was fairly certain he was still actually mildly pished. Balance was a major problem, and he knew it was going to be a struggle to get anywhere other than his bed. The rooms were spinning, which made navigating the moving stairways an intense puzzle that lacked all the necessary coordination, and he nearly puked approximately three times on the way up. In fact, he took a moment to pause in the bathroom to puke, after which he felt significantly better. Fortunately he had a bit of gum on him, which he consumed rapaciously, and after a few consolatory shakes of the head he continued upward.
He needed to lie down, and he needed to lie down soon. Actually, he needed a blanket and a place to sit. Breakfast hadn’t even been a real question—he’d grabbed a croissant and taken it to go, which he would consume directly post-spliff. But the whole problem would be finding a place in the castle that he could smoke. The Astronomy tower was out right now, given that classes would be starting soon, so he was running out of options.
And then he found it. A room that looked comfortable enough to sit and smoke in private. ”Ah, thank fock,” he groaned, unaware that anyone else was in the room. There was a nice blanket draped over the backs of one of the couches and he decided that that was going to be his place to sit. Shutting the door and snapping the blanket up in his hand he sighed a sigh of relief, bringing a leg over the back of the couch and sliding down.
When he plopped himself down, something immediately felt…wrong. Warm. Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the fuck had he just sat on. Bolting upright and feeling liable to puke again he jumped off the couch, able now to look over at the thing he’d sat on. Although he was scared half to death, he was actually quite pleased with what he saw. A girl, vaguely familiar and extremely pretty.
Oh, grand. He’d just surprise plopped down on some fabulously attractive girl, probably crushing her in the process. That was a great first impression, he was certain. ”Focking hell, lass. Sorry bout that n’aw… ah figured ah was alone, likes,” he stammered, feeling intensely stupid. He figured he owed her something now, and that he had enough spliff to spare.
”Kin ah assume you’re here for the same reason as me? Feeling like proper shite and needing a place to lie low for a while?” he asked, taking a seat on the ground and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. He fished around in his pocket for his papers, his weed and his tobacco, beginning the process of rolling up. ”Ye smoke spliffs?” he asked, glancing up at her. ”Ye ken, as a way to make amends for me…ye ken, sitting on ye.” [[no worries! Mine might be equally bad xD]]
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Post by niamh roisin ó braonáin on Aug 18, 2012 1:32:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 653 ( TAGGED ) KIERAN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE As she laid there on the couch, Niamh came to the conclusion that there were few things better in the world than relaxing when it came to feeling like crap. Already she was starting to feel a little better, though in reality it wasn’t by much, and she realized that as long as she didn’t move she would be fine. For a while the brunette stared up at the ceiling above her allowing her mind to drift and her body to relax. Her thoughts jumped from school (which she quickly pushed away because honestly, the fact that she was missing her classes was not something that really bothered her) to the thought that she could make this room her home and possibly never leave. At the moment, that idea was more than appealing and a growing possibility with every passing second.
The lack of sleep paired with her overall feeling of sickness slowly began to creep up on her and Niamh felt her eye lids grow heavy as the tension left her body before finally closing them. Instantly she began to slip off into dream world, just more proof that she had made the right decision in skipping her academics for the day. Keeping awake in a class such as history of magic would have been impossible for her in this state. It didn’t take long for her surroundings to slip away from her and where normally she would have kept an ear opened for the sound of the door opening and someone else barging in on her, she found that she suddenly didn’t care if she got caught. She was most likely going to get punished in some way, what difference would it make if a prefect or professor actually found her there?
If Niamh had been a little more alert, she probably would have recognized the sound of the door opening. If she hadn’t felt like utter shit, she would have heard the sounds of someone else moving around in the room. As it were, she was far too gone and uncaring at the moment to care. Needless to say, it was a shock when she suddenly felt something large land on top of her and with a jolt, the air escaping her lungs as a gasp as she came crashing back to reality. It took her a moment to gather her wits and by the time she realized that the thing that had landed on top of her wasn’t so much a thing as it was a person, Niamh was already moving to sit up.
The boy, one who Niamh had seen a few times here and few times there, was already apologizing by the time she had resituated herself. The whole ordeal hadn’t made her stomach feel any better and she was feeling a little annoyed that her sleep had been disturbed. The only thing that saved the boy from her glare was that she believed him when he said he had thought he was alone. More importantly, it seemed to be too much work to get mad over something that was an accident at the moment. “You know, most girls like a little warning before you throw yourself at, or in your case, on them.” Niamh replied, her voice taking on a light teasing tone as she drew her legs up onto the couch and criss-crossed them. “And you are right to assume that. It is good to know that there are still some of us who have no desire to be model students.”
Niamh watched as the boy sat on the floor with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He then reached into his pocket and retrieved some paper along with what appeared to be weed as well as tobacco before asking her if she smoked. “If more people made amends as you do, the world would be a far better place. I’m Niamh by the way.”
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Post by kieran fergal ó flannagáin on Aug 22, 2012 23:26:17 GMT -5
[/img] diet mountain dew baby new york city, can we get it down low down and gritty? [/size] [/center] Grinning slightly at her response—though it was a bit sassy—Kieran shrugged his shoulders. ”Nae lassie has complained before,” he said, glad that her voice seemed to only indicate that she was teasing him and that she wasn’t legitimately angry at him. There was nothing worse than being stuck in a situation where you infuriate a total stranger and then feeling compelled to stay, either due to extenuating circumstances or simply because you feel obligated to try and make said infuriated person like you, or at least less infuriated with you.
”Besides, most lassies love it when you’re aggressive with them. Maybe surprise aggression isnae the best type, likes…” he trailed off, considering it for a moment. Surprise aggression sounded a bit more sexual assault-y than he’d intended it to, but he didn’t quite know how to fix it. ”Lassies love it when ye get a little rough with them, ah mean,” he said, then frowned, bursting out in a short laugh.
Shaking his head, he took a deep breath. ”Focking hell. I’m making meself out tae sound like ah’m some focking domestic abuser slash rapist. Dinnae pay me any mind, likes. Its tae focking early for me brain tae get with the focking program. Coherency isn’t induced until at least one pm, so if ye stick around like ye intended, dinnae expect much out ay me until then.”
His eyes moved up her legs as they were drawn up onto the couch, his eyes taking a moment to survey her body and face. She was pretty—elegant looking, with alluring eyes and pretty, dark hair. ”Ah dinnae think ah could be a model student if ah tried,” he admitted, although it wasn’t like he didn’t try. He had a tutor—a variety of tutors, actually, several of whom he agreed to be tutored by only for a shot at getting into her knickers-- but his aim wasn’t to procure of intelligence and discipline for the sake of intelligence of discipline. No, His aim was simply to please his mother, and try and do something to convince her that he really wasn’t twenty-five types of fucked.
Grinning again, he took her words for a compliment, if an indirect one. ”Niamh? That’s awful Irish-likes. Ah’m Kieran. Kieran Fergal O’Flannagain. And, if ye couldnae tell—which, if ye are a proper Irish lassie, ah’m sure ye could—ah happen tae be Irish.” Kieran brought the spliff up to his lips, using them to hold it as he fished the lighter out of his pocket, not able to get used to the advent of using his wand to produce a flame to light his cigarettes. He’d avoided that method for years now, since he’d burned his face trying to do just that in his fourth year.
Taking a deep inhale he grinned, feeling the cherry spark and ruminate. ’Ah’d typically say ladies first, but ah thought ah’d get it aw squared away for ye first. Make it perfect, likes. Plenty more where it came from, by the way—ah plan on getting properly fucked today, and pissing away the daylight hours with a total, continued lack of sobriety.” Nodding once he leaned forward, spliff in his outstretched arm.
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