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Callan Mason
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« Thread Started on Feb 4, 2007, 1:02pm » | ![[Quote]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Callan walked down the streets of London, passing by several stores filled with expensive clothing, not seeing a pet shop in reach. He walked a few miles, not exhausting himself in the least bit, and didn't stop passing shops his whole way. They seemed to go on for miles, full of nothing but material things. He thought about turning into one of the shops, but changed his mind, realzing that he wasn't in the shopping mood.
Callan shoved his hands into his pockets, literally- shoved. They were hard to squeeze in those tight things. He looked up from the ground and spotted a few more stores, followed by occasional restuarants, which people were lining up to be seated. He smiled, wishing he was in that line of people, there were old folks, couples, and families. There were newlyweds, with bouncing babies that all seemed so happy.
He wished that was himself. One of those happy babies, that didn't have a care in the world- that didn' t have to deal with some of the stuff that he did.. yet. He sighed and turned down an alleyway, hoping to find something to occupy his time.
Callan stopped, and leaned against the wall of the restuarant. Smells of the rich Greek food emitted from its windows, doors, and chimneys. It filled his nose, nearly burning it, and made him almost instantly hungry.
He swallowed hard, and let a sigh emit from his throat. Callan shook his bangs out of his face and looked down the alley. In front of him was a building that was some clothing store, like the many of them in this part of town. He looked down towards the end of an alley and noticed that there were the normal dumpsters and pull across gates, that blocked it into the back, so nobody would have to deal with it.
This was obviously the rich part of town, Callan wasn't sure if he liked or disliked that. He'd never been a poor boy, but hadn't ever been spoiled to the core, either. He sighed again, watching the white breath come out of his mouth and disappear into the air, blending with the rest of it. He bit down on his lip and looked at the small park that was in front of the restuarant and shop, it was the only thing that he could think to do to occupy his time.
[sorry its long.. i was inspired =] haha. ]
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« Reply #1 on Feb 4, 2007, 1:30pm » | |
Klera sighed as she walked around London. She had been here so many times before she hardly needed to look where she was going anymore. As she exhaled, the hair falling into her eyes rose with the air and then fell down again across her face as Klera ran out of breath to sustain it.
A yawn escaped her lips as she turned to go down a back route. Klera didn't feel like trying to make her way through a crowd. It wouldn't have been hard as she was slim and could easily fit in the spaces between people that most couldn't. But her size also accounted for being pushed around a lot, one thing Klera didn't want to go through at the moment.
A new scent reached her. It was warm and inviting, an appetizing smell. She couldn't name the dishes that were being served as there were too many of them to name at once, but she could tell it was Greek. Her parents had often eaten Greek food. Klera was never allowed to. She was always told she had done something wrong and didn't deserve it.
Come on Klera. Stop thinking about that. But I can't help it. It has been nearly a decade since I left home and I still have the scars as a daily reminder and even if they weren't there, I wouldn't be able to forget what went on there. Some things are meant to be remembered no matter how horrible they might be, for some good will come from them eventually. Hey... there's someone else here.
Klera had hardly noticed a boy ahead of her. Her thoughts had consumed her time as she walked one and she hadn't taken the time to look around her at who might have been there. He seemed uncertain at being here. Probably because of the people that lived in this area. He was a bit taller than Klera by an inch or two. Klera walked over to him seeing as she had nothing better to do.
"Hello," she said. "How are you?" Klera could tell he wasn't from this area. "Nice place huh?" Klera hardly came to this side of London so she wouldn't know about it. It reminded her of her family for some reason. And her family was not something she wanted to think of.
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« Reply #2 on Feb 4, 2007, 1:47pm » | |
Callan let his eyes wander about and they followed each passing person. He wondered why people were alway so busy and on the run. Why couldn't they just take their time and live their lives without being in a hurry. What were they in a hurry for-- to die? That's just how it would end up.
At that moment, Callan made a promise to himself to never rush through life. Not a single part of it, even if it was in the strangest, most embarrassing situations. He swallowed hard, and pushed his hands farther down into his jeans, they snagged a bit, and showed some of his waist, sending a cool breeze past his tan skin.
He looked down the opposite way and noticed a girl who had just entered. He bit down on his lip, wondering what she would be like. He was glad to see that she looked friendly once she approached him. He nodded to her and smiled.
"Hi there," he said, "I'm doing just fine," Callan said, his tone was friendly. He didn't recognize this girl, and didn't know if she was a muggle or a witch, it was hard to tell when your in the midst of them all. He raised his eyebrows, and didn't think that he would bring magic up, just in case she was a muggle, "Yeah," he said in agreement, "This Greek place has been here for quite some time. I can remember coming here as a kid and just sitting in this alley and smelling all of the spices and stuff, but I haven't been back since I was about ten, that's a while."
Callan scooted off of the wall a bit, and towards her some more, but not invading her personal space. He smiled a large, friendly smile and held out a hand.
"I'm Callan, Callan Mason," he said, his voice was soft, and barely deep, but most liked it.
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at night we're painting your
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crashing not like hips or cars,
no more like p-p-p-parties.. |
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« Reply #3 on Feb 10, 2007, 12:58pm » | |
Been a while, huh? Wonder how often he came here. Must have been nice to just come and get away from it all and not have to worry about things. Just smell the food and forget everything. Yes, hat does sound nice. Can't be too late to start that, though. Never had the chance when I was younger, but now I should be able to. Ok, I really have to stop remembering my life at home. I vowed never to think about that, and yet here I am, yelling at myself for thinking about the things I said I never would. Ah well... I should probably pay attention to this guy.
"Klera," she replied. She didn't say her last name. It had gotten to be such a habit after she had joined MI6 a while back. Because of that, she had had to conceal her last name from everyone as she didn't know who was looking for her. Then again, it wouldn't matter. Klera was used to constantly having to fight people since the day she had unwillingly joined.
"This is the first time I've been here." Klera said. She had been all over London before at least twice, but she had never actually stopped by this place. Ran by it, yes, but never actually stopped there.
"How are you?" she asked. Klera could tell he was a wizard by the way he held himself, but she didn't say if she was a witch or not. That didn't really matter at the time. What mattered was getting to know the person she was talking to. That and not remembering her family again, or the real reason she was in London.
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« Reply #4 on Feb 11, 2007, 3:58pm » | |
Callan nodded, his eyes drifting up and down the rich colored walls of the greek restaurant. He ran his hand across the side, slowly, and blinked several times, lately, he'd been more tired than usual. It wasn't his normal routine to stay out at late hours, or be huddled up in a common room, although he'd found himself doing a bit of both. He'd been quite lonely lately, and if he wasn't at school, then he was out and about, roaming Hogsmeade or London, skipping classes and heading straight for the bars to drink away some of his desperate pain.
He swallowed hard as the girl's voice echoed through his ears. His worried look turned to a smile, and he decided to speak, "Klera," he repeated, "That's a lovely name."
Callan looked down at the ground, kicking a piece of trash with his foot. He wondered why they decided to put a Greek restaurant in the middle of a whole sea of clothing stores. It was quite odd where they decided to put some things, but Callan was no architect. This wasn't his job, so he guessed it was alright.
Callan nodded as she spoke, "I'm sixteen, you?" he asked curiously, still wondering if she was a witch or not, it was hard to tell, even though he'd been going to Oxden Academy practically his entire wizard life.
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at night we're painting your
trash gold while you sleep..
crashing not like hips or cars,
no more like p-p-p-parties.. |
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