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Post by xavier.elijah.wood on Dec 2, 2011 15:59:22 GMT -5
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It had been a long week for Xavier. Honestly though, he was ready to graduate. Seven years of torture were enough for him. He hated how some kids could be, even the first and second years could be so mean to him. So he was different. That shouldn't mean anything, right? So, he had longer hair, but it was disgustingly long. People thought he'd straightened it with how straight it could be, but nope. It was all natural. The older kids were more cruel of course. He had tattoos strung across his body, nothing like bad, just a bunch of peace things and different words. He also had a lip ring and gauges, which weren't even that big. He sighed as he rolled out of bed, slamming both his feet on the ground as he groaned. His friends in his room asked if he was fine and he just nodded as his friends walked out of the room. He looked around, seeing that he was the last one up, again. He slammed his hands against his face as he dragged his body out of bed.
He made his bed, took a shower, and got dressed. The boy took his time to try and look presentable for his teachers since his teachers often scoffed at how he looked. He shook his head thinking about what a teacher said to him his fourth year, "this is no place for your kind". He wasn't sure if it was really the way he looked or the fact that both his parents were, well, not magic in anyway shape or form. He didn't complain to anyone, but he was still hurt from it. He knew that getting the tattoos and the piercings were going to get him picked on, but he didn't care what other people thought of him after that point in time. He was just ready to graduate and go into his music business. He had friends back home that he had been talking with about starting a band. He couldn't wait.
After all his classes were done and over with, he went outside to the courtyard. It had been awhile since he just relaxed and took a breath. What was the phrase he was looking for? Stoping to smell the roses or something like that. He went up to his room to drop his robe off first though. He honestly hated that thing with all his heart. It just dragged around and got caught on things, and he stepped on it often when he tried to get up from sitting down. He quickly got outside to the courtyard and saw a few groups of people just chatting and it looked like a group was trying to study. He shrugged and tried to join up with a group, but the three of them just gave him the evil eye and walked away. He rolled his hazel eyes in the back of his head and sat down where they currently just were. He began to tap his fingers against the table and then his other hand joined in. Even if he didn't have any instruments on him, he could always beat against something and make his own drum beat.
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Post by angelica.mae.westling on Dec 2, 2011 20:54:52 GMT -5
Finally, the professor let them go and she hurried out from her muggle studies class. Not that it wasn't an interesting subject. It was. She just couldn't sit still for that long. So as Angelica ran over the courtyard, her face widened into a big grin. It felt good to move again after a whole day of classes. She pulled her hair out of the strict pony tail and let it fly in the wind. Homework could wait for a few hours. So could the letter she knew her parents wanted her to send home. Right now she just wanted to move. The pitch was probably occupied by one of the quidditch teams and they might accuse her of spionage if she went there. People really did take the sport seriously. So she just continued to run around for a few minutes, feeling her muscles working.
Soon, she came to a halt and caught her breath. The air was too cold to go on for much longer and she continued in a slower walk, moving her arms around to get rid of the stiffness in her shoulders that came from a long school day. From a whole school week. But it was friday now and she had two days of candy eating and flying to look forward to. Two days when she could do whatever she liked.
There were quite a few people out at this time of day, celebrating the end of another school week. A group of third and second years were playing gobstones, another one was studying and still others were just sitting there, chatting. There was a boy too, sitting more to himself than the other ones. He looked... Interesting... She'd seen him before of course during her years at Hogwarts, but she'd never talked to him. He was a few years older than her after all. But people seemed to avoid him in general. Or they were simply mean to him.
Before she knew it, her feet had changed it's course and she was moving towards the strange boy. She was curious about him and nobody else seemed to be talking to him. "Hi, there!" she smiled and waved her hand in greeting. "Those are some really cool tattoos. What do they mean?"
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Post by xavier.elijah.wood on Dec 3, 2011 12:11:26 GMT -5
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Xavier just sat by himself, beating his hands against the table making cool music, well, cool to him at least. He started to hum along with the drum beat. He stopped all of a sudden, his head beginning to fill with words to a song. He looked around for anyone who might have paper or something to write on with them. He went around, asking to borrow a piece of paper and pen, and the responses were different, but one in the same: no. He sighed as he made his way back to the picnic table he was sitting at before. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten all the tattoos and piercings yet. However, he didn’t care what people thought, but he could use a friendly face every once in a while to keep his spirits up and running. And it was like that, a small red-head girl showed up. She was kind of adorable. She said hello and talked about his tattoos; but, not in a disgusting way or anything. She actually found them interesting and asked what they meant.
He started by showing off his left arm. He rolled up his sleeve the best he could. ”These are three circles that are the opposite of yin and yang signs,” he said pointing to them. There were two empty ones while the middle circle was filled in. He then put his shirt down and then pulled his right sleeve up to show his whole arm covered in an intricate Chinese design, ”This one I got because I thought it was super cool. It hurt a lot though and had to get it a period over a long time.” Not even he could take that much pain all at once. He then just took off his button up shirt to show his whole entire body that was covered in ink. He pointed to one tattoo that said ‘love is my weapon, ”This is basically to say that I have peace in my heart. I also am writing songs and it’s going to be the name of my band’s first album.” He turned around to show her the tattoos on his back. A sun on his right shoulder and a moon on his left, ”These two symbolize life and death.” He then showed his wrists, ”The two eyes are the ‘all seeing’ eyes. And then the two words, blind and truth, under them is well, blind and truth.”
He paused for a moment realizing how many he actually had. He bit his lip. Forty. Forty damn tattoos strung across his body. ”Look, I can’t explain them all because there isn’t enough time in the day and I would have to explain basically thirty-three more tattoos, and that would take forever. Just know that they have a lot of meaning behind them.” He put his white shirt back on because he was done showing the girl the tattoos and the fact that he was freezing his entire upper body off. He looked at his knuckles and then showed it to the girl. Across his right knuckles, spread the world live; across his left, free. Everyone thought he was crazy for getting as many tattoos as he had, but he didn’t care. He enjoyed having them and spreading what he believed in. He put his hands down to his side and looked at the girl. He felt like a bad influence on her, ”Look, getting as many tattoos as I have, well, you best have a good reason, but don’t get that many. It takes a really long time and it hurts.”
He turned around to face the table and set his hands on the table. He interlocked his fingers together, but remembered the song lyrics, ”Do you have a piece of paper and pen you can let me borrow? I have these song lyrics in my head right now and I need to write them down.” Maybe this small child would let him borrow the paper and writing utensil. ”My name is Xavier by the way. I’m a part of Ravenclaw and a seventh year.” He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to introduce himself to the small child. He figured if she was going to be the only one to talk to him, might as well introduce himself.
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Post by angelica.mae.westling on Dec 5, 2011 16:14:51 GMT -5
When Angelica was younger, before she came to Hogwarts, her mother had often reprimanded her for walking up to random people to chat with them. Didn't she know they had better things to do than talk to a kid like her? And also, they could be pedophiles, or fugitives, or creeps in general, for all she knew. This boy didn't look like any of these things. A bit strange, sure, but definitely not a creep. He didn't seem to mind her talking to him either. Instead, he appeared very open and eager to talk.
She was silent for a few moments as the boy showed her his tattoos, surprised both that he'd so bluntly taken his shirt off, and also that there were so many more of them than she'd first thought. She watched everyone of them with great interest as he explained them. It was intriguing to hear so many reasons for them, when she, who had been brought up in a wizarding family had come to associate them with the dark mark and evil wizards. Therefore it was especially nice to see the 'Love is my weapon' one and she immediately decided to like this boy who, come to think of it, she didn't even know the name of.
"Wow" she grinned when he'd finished talking. "That's a lot." She was impressed, and curious, as to why someone would go through so much pain voluntarily. It kind of made her want to get one, just to know what it felt like.
She would have liked to ask him more, but his next words had her fumbling through her leather satchel. She'd just come from class and still had all of her school supplies in the bag. Chewing gum... Potion books... Rubber bands... Handing over the requested items (an orange note book and a tasselled pen ), she moved closer to the table and the boy to see what it was that he wrote down.
So Xavier was it. "That's a strange name. I've never heard it before. I'm Angelica. Third year and Gryffindor." As she said this, she let the shoulder bag drop onto the ground and seated herself on the opposite bench. "So you have a band? What's it called?" Never having been able to play any instrument herself (though her mother had tried to get her to start, with the trombon of all things) nor been a great singer, Angelica still really liked music. And dancing.
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Post by xavier.elijah.wood on Dec 6, 2011 21:50:31 GMT -5
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She just sat in awe at all his tattoos, he had guessed. After he was finished explaining not even half, she just said "wow". He had to grin at that. It was the nicest response he's ever gotten from having all the ink on his body. She said that it was a lot like she was impressed. But also a bit of curiosity in her voice. "Yeah. It hurt, but each one has it's own unique meaning to me." For example, his faith was Jewish, so he had that put on him because he wasn't afraid to show it at all. He loved his religion and didn't care who knew. He also had a cross on his thumb knuckle, or whatever you wanted to call it, as well. He then looked at her face and it was the face he knew well from all little kids that passed him, "I would not recommend getting them however. Unless you have a very legit reason. However, it's best if you don't."
Xavier felt like a bad influence whenever he talked about his tattoos. All the small children thought it was super awesome and they wanted some. No. You really don't. He was just a rebellious child and got his first one a few years ago and just began to add on. His parents hated it, but then again, he was a "rebel" for a reason. Oh well. He did give the disclaimer about only getting one if you have a legit reason to anybody he talked to. Not even if they were talking about his ink. He felt like it was necessary for everyone to know seeing as he was the only one at this place with anything painful on his body.
She began to search through her bag and he bit his bottom lip in suspense. He really did hope that she had something for him to write on. She pulled out an orange notebook and a tasseled pen. He immediately flipped to a random page and took the pen in his hands. The words came on to the page like no other. He could feel her body heat getting closer to see what he was writing, but he didn't mind much. After he was done with what he wrote down, he scooted a little bit a way from her to be able to turn to her and sing what he had just wrote. "Tell me what you think," he cleared his throat and began to sing, "Ya make me happy whether you know it or not. We should be happy that's what I said from the start. I am so happy knowing you are the one that I want for the rest of my days. For the rest of my days. Your, all of my days." He knew that it wasn't much, but he felt like it was about to be a good song as soon as the other lyrics came to him.
He set the pen down and then she started to talk once again. She said that Xavier was a foreign name to her and introduced herself as Angelica as a third year in Gryffindor. He nodded at her response, "Angelica. Pretty name." It really was. He wasn't trying to whoo this girl or anything. He didn't know if she was "matched" with anyone or not and he did not want to step in that territory. He wasn't matched yet though. He had no idea how he had gotten through six years without a match. Who knows, maybe he'll never be matched. Either way, he didn't mind it. If a girl could stand him and his craziness, she was alright by him.
Angelica began asking about his band then. "Yes. We are called Remember the Forgotten. It's more me and my guitar, but I have my friends come in for songs I feel the need for that extra something." Usually it was drums or an extra acoustic. Sometimes he even played tambourine and he had one of his friends play the acoustic while he sang. It was really a mix of things. "I play guitar, sing, and the ukelele. What about you? Do you play anything?"
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Post by angelica.mae.westling on Dec 13, 2011 17:25:29 GMT -5
Xavier clearly hadn't met with a lot of fourteen year olds (or younger people in general for that matter). If he had, he would've known that the best way to make a kid not to do something, was doing pretty much anything than forbid them to do it. If you wanted a young girl not to get a tattoo, you didn't insist that she didn't! That would just make her even more intrigued and perhaps even have her getting one just out of pure rebellion. Angelica wasn't any different. She'd never been one to follow rules when she found them stupid, nor follow other people's instructions just because they said so. Though she might not get a tattoo as of right now, the boy's repeated admonishments had definitely gotten her even more excited to get one.
Angelica was delighted to find that Xavier was about to put a melody to the words she'd just read. And he even asked her for her opinion. It was about love, that was definite. But whether it was about the cupid or the non-cupid sort, that was more difficult to tell. She wasn't sure what she thought about this whole matchmaking thing herself. There was more security in knowing there was someone there, someone who wouldn't leave you. On the other hand, they sometimes did anyway. And then you didn't have just the pain of him leaving you, but also that of him being killed by Cupid. It was just a mess altogether and she hoped to have a few more years before it was her turn. Going back to the song, it sounded nice. With a guitar or some other music in the background, she was sure it would be terrific. “It sounds great” she smiled. “Seems like you know what you're gonna do when you graduate.”
He thought it was a pretty name, Angelica. Most people did. Angelic. Holy. To her, it meant fancy dinners, fancy dresses and fancy food. It was a fully appropriate name for those occasions, but when she was out with normal people, she found it gave a too graceful and, yes, fancy impression. ”Yeah, I guess. Mum had big hopes with that one.” She gave him a lopsided smile to show how she didn't quite live up to those expectations. ”You can call me Angie though.”
She stood up again as Xavier asked her if she played anything herself (not having patience enough to sit down for a longer period of time)."No...” she started. ”Or, well... I did play the trombone for a few years, but...” And here she took a few seconds to giggle. ”I sucked!” she grinned. In fact, her teacher hadn't once during four years been able to say anything good about her playing. And from what she heard, he wasn't normally sparing with praises. However, he did once compliment her on her new sneakers. He was fun to joke with. And, he had a son a couple of years older than her who used to show up after he'd finished school to get a ride home with his father. Quite pleasant to the eye. So, Angelica had actually come to really like her trombone lessons, and she'd become good friends with both her teacher and the son when her mum finally realized the lessons didn't go anywhere and had her quit. Nowadays, the trombone was to the joy of Angelica's father left to the chore of collecting dust in the corner of a storage. But no, she would probably never become a great musician, and maybe it was for the best. Though on the other hand, there were still lots of instruments that she'd never tried.
“The ukulele sounds cool.” she said, securing a bit of escaping hair behind her ear. At least it felt funny to say. “It's got strings, right?” The instrument was rather foreign to her, but she saw an image of a small guitar so she'd probably heard about it somewhere. Or maybe she was thinking of something else altogether. The ukulele could be a drum or some sort of flute for all she knew. “Do they go here too? Those other people you play with?”
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