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Post by Asher Cauldwell on Sept 8, 2012 15:58:39 GMT -5
There was a heavy mood to Asher’s step as he walked down the narrow cobblestone street. He had just received an owl from his mother for the fortieth time since coming to Norway. She, liked so many others that seemed to follow him no matter where he went, could not seem to understand that he just needed a break and time to himself. He knew that she was worried about him, but he had just decided on a moment’s notice that he just needed to get away. Granted, he probably could have found a better way to do it in stead of just disapparating away in the middle of the night, but he knew that if he didn’t go then, he would never be able to get away.
After that last quidditch match where he had gotten injured, he had started to feel the bubble around him start to contract, and he had started to feel suffocated. The injury to his knee had seemed to become so much more in that moment. Granted yes with magic it was healed in the blink of an eye, but emotionally, he could still feel the pain all through his body, and deep down he had a feeling that it would be a bit longer before he found himself up on a broom again.
Honestly, he was surprised that he had not heard anything from Marcus in a while. Usually he was the first one to get to Ash to break him out of whatever funk he was in no matter how trivial it seemed to be. But Marcus Sloan had just found himself a new girlfriend, and so Asher was sure that he was still enveloped in the shroud of new love, and he could not fault his friend for that. So here he was in a foreign country, roaming the streets late at night.
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Post by Katerina Freyja Bakken on Sept 8, 2012 20:35:01 GMT -5
We Might Never Meet Again This Might Be The Last Time. Kiss Me Like The World Will End. Press Your Lips Right Up My Spine.
Katerina was sitting at the club in her office crunching numbers. She sighed, ever since meeting Castiel she had vowed to become more relaxed and right now she didn't really feel like working. She looked out her window of her office and saw the club going in full force. She grinned and grabbed her biker jacket and threw it on. She opened her door and walked out, she headed down the slope and out the door undetected. She walked out to her motorcycle and hopped on it. She kick started it and rode around the town. She rode for sometime before stopping before the small park. She jumped off her bike and began to walk, her heeled boots clicking and clacking on the cobblestone pathway.
You're Beautiful Don't Know Your Name Its All The Same Nothing Lasts Forever Babe. You Take It Off I Throw It All Away. I Gave It To You Best Nothing Lasts Forever Babe. [/font] Muse-ic:: Game Of Thrones Word Count:: short Clothing:: Rina Lyrics::Nothing Lasts Forever—Natalia Kills (Ft. Billy Kraven) Out Of Character:: For:: Ashur [/font][/size][/color][/center]
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