` THE AUTUMN CARNIVAL !

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

It was plain from the features of his face that he did not like this situation. He did not like
it at all. Control had always been his greatest ally, but a strange consideration for the
feelings of others was ruining it all, man did he need some mindless female attention
preferably including copious amounts of alcohol.

Watching her stretch her arm over the back of the bench she had taken, in a way that he
couldn't help suspect was supposed to be seductive for his benefit though she appeared
slightly school girlish in her attempts, he listened to her throw her voice towards him.
There are only two options? with his eyebrow closing the distance between his eye and
his hair line he gave her a questioning yet incredulous look, fighting the urge to turn right
around and leave this unfortunate corner of the fairground that had just so happened to
include the presence of the girl he wasn't so sure he should be around. And hey, that
game Albus had been playing did look mighty fun.. though he mused over the thought he
knew he would not follow through, his friend was here on a courtship mission and it wasn't
one that Emerson was about to ruin. Well I assure I have seen enough of your for
'checking you out' to never be necessary again there was a frostiness to his words
as she sunk his awkward hands into the depths of his tight jeans.

And here's me thinking you were the one avoiding me not that he had made much
of an effort to chase her up since their encounter in Paris. It was just an easy answer to
give her as she sat there in her cocky arrogant state.

[talie]

that has done it. those words had sent that cocky smirk from her lips and her face shuffled into a scowl. her brows furrowed and her lips pursed tight. not only had she lost the control of this situation, no man should take someones virginity and use it as a weapon. you're right. you've had plenty enough of me. enough to look at and enough to touch. enough to smell and to taste and to press yourself against. she removed the arm that had stretched along the bench, removing one leg from over top the other, and lifting herself upward. she took a few steps toward him, without a strange obstacle of people. she was surprised that their corner had suddenly gotten rather empty.

if i avoided you than at least i did a better job of it than you did. i mean - hello! standing there like some lost mesmerized deer staring at me. she scoffed quietly. she wanted control back. she wanted her cool back. she wanted him far away from her. at the same time tough, she kind of want him to pull her close and kiss her. she shook the thought out of her head. i'm sure that this place is big enough for the two of us, she took a deep breath. you go that way, she pointed. and i'll go this way, and she pointed in the exact opposite direction. and hopefully, we'll never see each other again. sound good to you?

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

It was obvious it had shaken her, and though it had taken some unfortunately harsh words
from himself to do so, he couldn't help feel a small feeling of pride at the way her face fell.
Girls like Natalie should not try and to involve themselves in the games of those much older
then themselves, and to be foolish enough to be think she could win and end with the upper
hand was just foolish. There would, after all, always be those weapons that only Emerson
had against her.

Giving a small smug, the infuriating smile on his face lengthened filling with a pride that
had little ground. Well there we go love, we're back on the same wavelength he didn't
exactly enjoy making her feel embarrassed but if she were going to act this way then he
was not prepared to be the sole adult in this conversation. Watching her entangle herself
from the bench he waited patiently rooted to the spot, his eyebrow fixed in an arch that
managed to be very condescending. As she attempted another attack he kept that
expression fixed on her, knowing full well that it would only fuel her annoyance with him.
You really do flatter yourself Nat echoing his further thoughts his eyes turned slightly
spiteful. Like I said, there's nothing else for me to see here he was aware of how
much an ass he was appearing, but he couldn't help it, these were his defenses, she had
been the one who had disregarded their encounter, so he would conform, and the Slythern
in him would not allow him to do it nicely.

At her final words he gave a small nonchalant shrug as if he couldn't care less about
where he went, and with a wide mocking smile that matched his now extended arms,
he backed away from her. If you wish Princess.

[talie]

natalie shook her head and laughed. you're an ass, she said, her face contorting into an unpleasant and smug expression, glaring daggers at him. more than an ass, you're a mistake. you were a mistake all those years ago and a mistake over and over again. then she swung. a sharp nailed, sharp boned fist to the side of his face. it made a small but heavy and hollow sounding thunk against his jaw.

she cocked her head and smiled through pursed lips. she turned on her heel and walked off, shaking her head and cursing under her breath. even though she had ridden it once today and had been very bored while doing so, she stepped into the line for the ferris wheel.

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

He had to agree with her words, yes he was, but that was how he would remain.
The expression he had created on her pretty face did amuse him and the egomaniac in
him even enjoyed it. As she blurted out words that would have, back when he was 17
would have threatened to tear his heart out, all he could do was reply scathingly and
you're a waste, a waste of my time and my precious breath there was so much more
he could say, but until her fist came flying into contact with the soft planes of his face, he
had no urge to vocalise them.

As his hand flew up to feel the throbbing red mark that was appearing, all pity was gone
and he twisted his face into a image of disgust and arrogance. And you just weren't
worth the wait letting a low chuckle leave his lips watching her smile back at him and
shake her head and now you're just another whore to melt in with the background.
What a charming final word by the Quidditch player, but as she turned away he wasn't
about to follow her.

[DAWSON ANNE VERESAK]

Dawson's head turned at the new voice and she nodded curtly, recognizing Meissa Riddle, one of the people she looked up to most. Daughter of the Dark Lord, leader for now as they were without the beloved Lord. She asked if Dawson was enjoying herself and she held back the snort. "Recalling old memories." She stated, turning to the beautiful faced lady. "Afternoon Meissa." Dawson returned the greeting after a short moments pause.

Meissa had asked of the enjoyment, hinting at the definite no, and if she inquired further Dawson was infact enjoying herself, at least the memories. They were all so terribly wonderful. The loss of an old friend, the will to almost killing them at such a young age, but being dragged away. So they weren’t so terribly wonderful, not parts of it, but getting into a fist fight with a friend in the middle of the carnival on a day that was supposed to be happy was wonderful, and it felt good to remember it. Although Dawson couldn’t remember the name or the face of her friend, she knew that at the time the fight had been of nothing good.

As Dawson continued walking, she assumed Meissa would follow if she felt like continuing on with the small conversation, and the the large Farris Wheel loomed behind her. Maybe she wouldn’t go on the useless ride after all. It was only going to be over run by little kids, some muggle born but of the magical power, and some were of traitorous families as well. It was irritating that they all had to be here together of course, and Dawson was sure Meissa thought the same of the situation.

Dawson slowed some and turned to see if the older girl was following to keep the flow of words between them. ”So what brings you here, Meissa?” Dawson inquired of her, her eyes looking at the woman’s face that was of perfection, much unlike her own, but not everyone could have everything, now could they? Dawson didn‘t suppose that they could

But it’s apparent that Meissa can. She’s the daughter of the most powerful wizard, she’s highly respected, she’s absolutely beautiful. She has almost everything. Dawson’s thoughts almost made her sound jealous. She wasn’t of course, but she did think highly of Meissa because of these things and she did think that Meissa had almost everything going for her because of these things.

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

DADDYS LITTLE GIRL

` w h e n h e w e n t a w a y !
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Somewhere behind her a ruckus was obviously taking place and the murmuring wave of gossip quickly moved towards her as people gasped and caught their breath at whatever was catching so much of their attention. Pursing her lips she raised a hand to pull it through her chocolate curls, the silky texture sliding easily between the long slender fingers that raked through it. Such common arguments meant little to her, if you were foolish enough to get so involved with another that you were not 100% sure about in every way, then you deserved to discover what you had done was far from perfect. Repercussions were everywhere, and justice would always be done. Never would Meissa allow herself to ever be put into the situation where public embarrassment or shame would ensue.

As the buzzing of the drones around her grew loader she pushed them from her thoughts, focusing on the tall dark haired girl that had turned towards her and given her an appropriately respectful nod. When it came to those that followed her values, she made it a goal of hers to stoke the fire that had ignited in the hearts of those young such as Dawson. A smile flickered to her lips, polite and fitting as she answered her question. Just about every adult here had countless memories of this place, even those that were old enough to remember the first time it opened its doors to the public. Meissa herself remembered running around with her sister and step siblings, demanding to be taken on every ride in sight with an arrogance that had lost no luster with the years. She could understand why so many regarded this place with a fondness, but there were few things that earned such emotion from Meissa and it was just another simple part of her past to her.

Falling into step beside the younger girl she found herself thankful to be leaving the whispering crowds behind to whatever gossip worthy scene had taken her attention. Watching the taller girl, despite their age difference turn, she waited patiently for another sentence and her reaction to fill her mind. After Dawson had spoke she brought a hand up and waved it slightly in dismissal, conveying her lack of enthusiasm for her presence here Duty required the Junior Undersecretary to follow the Minister to such events it was painfully evident about what she thought of following orders and no doubt Dawson would find it strange to hear of her leader reigned in under another. But we must do what we must to survive a coy smile turned her lips at the corners as she exaggerated slightly, a job kept money in her bank without suspicion and a job with the Minister kept her role pure, no one could question the judgement of the Minister after all, if he said she was nothing but an unfortunately parented girl, then the world must agree.

I take it your presence is a thing of habit? if it were memories Dawson was after it would be understandable that she had come here in search of things, knowing that she would not be disappointed by what she found. The only plus side she saw really was that whenever so many witches and wizards congregated in places like this, there was always something to catch your attention. Many of her own Death Eaters had suggested an attack on the carnival, to show their power, but Meissa had shot it down, such an event should remain untouched, there would be time for them to assert their presences soon.

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OUTFIT!

[genevieve]

( WHO'S THE MONSTER NOW? )

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Typical question, and as she tried her best to ignore the obvious movement of closing the gap between her, she bit the inside of her cheeks, before curtly saying, "I was forced to come, if you require a proper answer. My boss believed that I wasn't having enough fun as I should."

[/color] Her answer was forced, tone clipped, obviously still unhappy with her boss for making her do such a thing. As if she really cared whether she was having fun or not. She lived for work - she was a workaholic, sometimes, especially when it came to Potions, her first love above everything else. She raised an eyebrow when he said that she didn't seem like the type to attend carnivals, giving a non-committal shrug towards him. "I suppose. I'd rather be at home with a cup of wine and studying."[/color] Her taste in wine was impeccable, given by the storage of wine bottles she had, along with the fact that as a Ravenclaw, she was indeed a very studious type. To fault her for it would to be fault human nature, something one simply could not change easily.

Tapping the bar of the ferris wheel in boredom, she noted that his attention was momentarily diverted by the arrival of a new boy. Albus Severus Potter. Of course Genevieve knew him, the boy was as much of a legend as his father was. She raised an elegant eyebrow at the other man's attention being taken. What did Argus see in the other, Genevieve didn't know, unless he was one of those fanboys of the Potter. In that case, Genevieve's already low respect for the other dropped even further, and she was more than tempted to get her butt off the ferris wheel and just head down. Sadly though, they were only at the top now, and it took another half a turn before she would even consider wiggling her way out of the seat. As much as she might not appreciate the other's company, she didn't appreciate falling to her death either. At least Genevieve was sensible enough about handling her own life.

She followed his gaze when he looked in the sky, and was surprised to find a black owl that seemed to be looking for him. With an exasperated sigh at his need to hide the realisation, she said in an even tone, "you have a letter."[/color] her finger pointed towards the black owl, obviously not bothering to hide its presence, despite the fact that Argus seemed to be trying to ignore it. She licked her lips, before blue-green eyes took on a disinterested expression once again. "I hear owls are pesky enough to peck when they don't get their letter delivered in time."[/color] She stated this flatly, as per usual, running a hand through the ends of her hair once again, tousling it slightly. "If you think I'll mind, not at all, go ahead and get the letter."[/color]

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[blah38]

Argus took in her words that were basically spat at him, he was starting to lose much interest when he could easily get a girl much easier for the same thing. He thought the girl before him was beautiful but he was just wasting his time he had bigger things to think about than an annoying little girl. He smirked at what she said, he wondered if maybe she was an alcoholic and such activities like this deprived her of the luscious juice she wished to sip from to easy the pain of her sorrows. Argus just moved away and folded his arms, he wasn't into the girl and he defiantly didn't want someone like her, she would probably just bitch the whole time they were having sex anyways. Argus smirked at the thought, he figured he could have a conversation with her though, she was on the ride with him for another half a turn of the ferris wheel.

"Hm, well if you are here I would at least have some fun and loosen up a little bit, there is no point in staying here the day quite miserable. Or if you are that bad then just go home like every other person that wouldn't want to spend there time here, it would be the smart choice, because with tickets you already have proof that you were here, unless your boss is at the carnival," Argus kept his arms folded as the owl kept catching his eye, he wanted it to go away, this was not a time or a place for a hit to be dropped. His eyes slit as he watched the bird, his eyes kept going from Albus to the damn owl, he didn't know what to do about this. Argus was almost certain that the women next to him would be very curious about the black letter dropped into his hands.

"Believe me the owl won't peck me, he won't do that to himself," Argus smirked remembering the last time it pecked him the bird was thrown to the wall, Argus was quite sadistic but he didn't care. Argus just let his eyes follow the bird while trying to hide from it at the same time, then finally the bird spotted him. Argus clutched the metal feeling a thin piece in his hand bend as he was frustrated, the bird swooped down dropping the letter. Argus caught the letter and quickly shoved it into his pocket, he didn't want to even look at it until the women got pretty far away from him, anybody knowing he was an assassin could send him straight to Azkaban. He looked back to the girl a little nervously thinking of something to talk about so she wouldn't ask about the damn letter in his pocket.
"Sorry about that, just a business owl, they always come at the worst times, so where is it again you work at?" Argus thought trying to change the subject without technically lying.

[genevieve]

( WHO'S THE MONSTER NOW? )

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"I might have forgotten how to have fun,"

[/color] she remarked dryly, the truth in her words obvious. After spending enough years alone and away from the world, even though she was constantly surrounded by people in her school life, Genevieve had learned how to block others out. And consequently, she had perhaps forgotten how it was to enjoy life. Mostly in her latter years of studying, of course. For prior to fourth year, her life had been relatively stress-free, and while she didn't have fun either, she hadn't shut herself off. Yet at the age of fifteen she proceeded to do so. Such withdrawal led to her having the highest grades, but the most stoic personality among most. To get something, you lose something, as Genevieve had figured out a long time ago. She lifted an eyebrow when he claimed that the owl wouldn't do that, and since she was neither daft nor.. daft, she knew exactly what they entailed.

Wouldn't something the equivalent of the Muggle world's animal protection society like to get their hands on him. She kept a smile fixed into place, nonetheless, before replying him coolly. "I see."[/color] Her one word answers would eventually elicit a verbal reaction from him. She was just waiting for that. She shook her head, however, when he stated that her boss was at the carnival. "Wouldn't put it pass her to do such a thing."[/color] Rubbing her chin as she stared at the night sky that had descended upon the carnival, her gaze flickered to him once again when he tried to act inconspicuous - or was he? - towards the letter. The owl had dropped it, and he had slipped it all too quickly into his pocket. Her lips forming a straight line as she contemplated her answer - they had most certainly not been talking about jobs. Her memory told her that. - she shrugged, before replying, "I'm an apprenticing Potions Mistress. Another two years and I'll be legally accepted into the Potions world."[/color] If one wanted to, she would willingly set herself into a launch about such a subject.

Potions would be her first love, after all. Once she had done the favour of answering his question, she shot back, "And yourself? Must be rather important. A letter came all the way here for you."[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[blah38]

"Well if you give someone the chance maybe they can show you how to have fun again, it is always good to have a break every now and then or your just going to die in a few years," Argus smirked referring to himself being the one to show her how to have fun. He was getting bored with the woman but he still needed to find a way to at least have someone to be with the entire time at the carnival or else it would be rather boring. Argus stayed cross armed and away from Genevieve despite his comment, he shrugged his shoulders feeling the letter in his pocket. He knew he had to read it soon or the ink on the paper would disappear, and become unreadable, Argus figured he would do it as soon as the ride was over. But the girl seemed to be quite curious about the letter, but Argus wasn't to fond of letting the letter be seen by her.

"Why not? It isn't that hard to do, I have done it quite a few times in past jobs and with my parents," Argus smirked remembering the days when he would run out to meet with women.
"You would have a great time just go out with a few friends out some where and have a good time, it isn't hard and would relax you easier, you seemed so tense," Argus commented referring to her cold monotone and her movements, she would easily be killed if she was just a hit. Argus looked back up in the sky and the owl had left, he pulled the letter out of his pocket and kept it in his hand. Argus thought about opening it just in case she was the hit, but Argus decided not to.

Argus nodded when he heard the women's job but he didn't really care, she was just another potion seller and maker he always figured they were the nerds of the adults.
"Well, my job is quite difficult to explain," Argus said as he slid his wand out with a smirk.
"My profession is an," Argus stabbed the tip of his wand into her side with a smirk and the evil glint in his eyes, he always liked to play with people.
"Assassin," Argus smirked an evil grin as his eyes turned red, he said something wrong he was never supposed to say what his job was to anyone. Argus ended after a few seconds in a soft laughter as if it was a joke before pulling his wand up and placing it back in his jacket.
"just a joke my dear lady, I thought you needed a giggle in your life," Argus smiled a normal charming smile, he knew in reality it wasn't a joke but Argus's expression displayed it being a complete lie.

[genevieve]

( WHO'S THE MONSTER NOW? )

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"We all die in the end,"

[/color] she said seriously, not even batting an eyelid as such a morbid sentence left her mouth and was told to him directly. Ever the sadist, Genevieve wasn't really the brightest person to be around if one wanted pleasant and happy conversation, sorry to say. Her gaze flickered to some part of the carnival, before sliding back to him as she raised an eyebrow. "Would you profess yourself as someone fun?"[/color] she asked without hesitation, a pause in between bother her questions as she did so. She wasn't interested in the company, but to speak about it so easily meant that he would ahve some confidence in terms of his own skills and what not.

She tilted her head, listening to him explain how he was able to slip out of the house and out of parent's view unnoticed. Her lip quirked upwards slightly, before she shook her head. "You might be able to, but I'm afraid I lack both practice and skill at such things. Social functions, yes, but out from my father's grasp? No."[/color] She lifted an eyebrow again when he said that she was tense. Tense? Genevieve was apalled by the use of the word, but kept her face straight and even. "You don't say,"[/color] she remarked lightly, before diverting her attention to the next topic about his job.

Genevieve saw clearly his hand moving to the folds of his clothes, and instinctively she shifted her own sleeve, for her wand lay hidden in her sleeves and not the main robe itself. As she felt her own hand contact with the wood, he had flipped out his wand and pointed it at her. Genevieve tensed slightly, but managed to keep a still face at the presence of such an equipment threatening her. Assassin? She wondered about this, thinking it was not a joke that he would want to play. When he said it was though, she scowled at him. "And if you ever wonder why no one likes your company, it would be because you whip out your wands at people,"[/color] she stated matter-of-factly, deciding to keep a hold on her wand, the fact that she was holding hidden by her clothes, thankfully. She believed Argus, because she wasn't one to care or pry for more details, but that was not something to joke about.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[` MISS SAMMY !]

C L O S E D

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