just another runaway

[apollo a. greyback]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1] And the Rangers stream out of their cabins They are the Hunters. We are the Rabbits. maybe We don't want to be found Something about seeing an open track in front of him made Apollo want to just take off running and not stop until he was too tired to go any further. It was a little hard to find the track on campus without people on it, but every now and then he would get lucky and the field would be empty. Of course, the fact that it was past one could have something to do with that. It was just about that time that he would start to get delirious and fully energized before completely crashing for the night. He had been very close to just finishing up the rest of his homework and actually going to bed at a decent hour when one of his roommates had come stumbling into their dorm room, wiping any hopes of an early night out. He was going to have to get all of that out of his system before he could even think about going to sleep at this point, but hopefully he could just get this over with soon before heading back to bed. The night was surprisingly cool, Apollo noted as the wind hit his face, just as he was starting his first lap around the track. It was the perfect weather to be out here running-or, well, jogging, since it was much too late for him even to attempt anything else-and he couldn’t believe that he was actually the only one out here, not that he wasn’t extremely glad of the fact. Between the wrinkled t-shirt he had dug out of the bottom of his closet and the old sweatpants that he had pulled on, Apollo’s clothing wasn’t even close to standards that he usually set for himself when he was out in public. The only thing he had going for him right then was the fact that he wasn’t dripping with sweat just yet. Some people would have called him crazy for being out there at such a time, but he found that he always thought best late at night. Add in his constant movement, and it was like the entire world finally made sense to him. Every time that his feet hit the ground it was like a jolt back to reality, but it was the moments in between that everything just felt right for him. Nothing else mattered except reaching his stopping place, and even that didn’t matter to him after a while. He just didn’t want the feeling to stop. Everything that had been bothering him or that was on his mind came into focus, and the solutions to everything seemed to appear out of nowhere…Just like the hurdle that he just tripped over. He could help but laugh at himself as he laid there, sprawled out on the asphalt with no intention of moving for at least a few more minutes. Ever so graceful him. Apollo was usually a little quicker on his feet, but this had probably happened more times than he would like to have admitted. Even with the sound of footsteps somewhere in the background announcing the fact that he hadn’t even been paying attention enough to notice someone come in behind him, he still made no move to get out of the way. They were just going to have to walk around him at this point. He wasn’t lying in the center of the track at least; and, as embarrassing as falling on his ass was, he didn’t have the energy to pick himself back up just yet. He had to admit, as he lay there looking up at all the stars above him, the sky did look exceptionally bright away from all of the lights at the school. It was nice. Maybe he would just sleep right there for the night. strangers once united against the land tags: open word count: 631 picture: click lyrics: rangers by a fine frenzy this template was made by madcap @ caution.

[ellery j. harper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] LESSONS LEARNED ! Ellery loved the wind. Whoa- hold the phones, you heard it right! The Slytherin girl didn’t hate something. The list of things that she did like compared to the ones she didn’t wasn’t even a comparison. There were many more things that she hated in the world, by far; one of these various hates being country music. Ellery lived outside of the campus, though to keep her mum off of her case she stayed at the campus every once in awhile to be ‘social.’ In reality, the only reason she ever listened was a) because her mum was a full veela- that bitch- and damn scary when she was upset, paired with b) the longer she was on campus, the longer she could toy with others’ minds. Finding that she wasn’t in the mood to completely tear up girls emotions tonight, before she had left the room Ellery had simply taken the radio and thrown it out the window to do what was, when it came to her, no damage whatsoever. Walking around outside, she had started to calm down and breathe, allowing the wind to blow through her hair. The girl was all too aware of the fact that when she walked in the wind, it looked as if she had a fan blowing perfectly in her face. Ellery was the type of girl who would walk by and all the girls would be dishing out diss after diss towards her for how her hair just flowed instead of hitting her repetitively while sticking to her face. Although there was no one around to observe it, she soaked up the love she had for it anyways. Gracefully gliding through the night, her feet made no sound as she continued through the campus, aimlessly walking further and further away from where she had watched the radio slam to the ground and stop playing such horrid music. The night around her was comforting, sounds whisking passed her ears every once and awhile. Nothing around Hogwarts could beat the beauty of Beauxbatons though. When Ellery had transferred there with her sister, Celeste, she had been furious with her mother. The school was beyond beautiful, and she was getting to it with only a few years left. What was with that! Beautiful people belonged in beautiful schools, and Hogwarts was definitely not the most beautiful school for someone of her standard. Ice sculptures surrounded the dining room, the schools colors being a baby blue and silver. The uniforms were silk, much better than the cotton Hogwarts gave out, everything matching perfectly with her blonde hair. Several other veela’s attending the school didn’t even bother her. Instead, she created a posy of potential beauties that could rank at least half of her beauty; a hard thing to do, in Ellery’s mind. However, her being the most powerful women in the world was also something that seemed possible in her mind. She did have the ambition and drive pushing her forward, each year the two growing stronger. France had always been a much more beauteous place, though she had chosen to come back to Hogwarts for University. Beauxbatons did have a University but it wasn’t the same. Although she wouldn’t admit it, something kept her mind from never staying with her when she wasn’t at Hogwarts. What it was couldn’t be figured out by the girl even if deep down she knew it was Jacen Avery, not even for the life of her. No matter how frustrating it was, and how close to the emotion she had grown over the years, she went back without a fight as long as her mother promised she could have her own house. Ellery wasn’t accustomed to dormitories; she believed she was too good for them. Mr. Harper was high maintenance when it came to what her daughters had, leading to the reason why she was spoiled rotten from birth, therefore he had no problem agreeing to her wish. If it been up to her, she would have been long gone with the trust fund in her pocket, but the thought of her mother angry really was scary, even for the massive bitch who wanted to rule the world. But she wouldn’t ever tell a soul this because that would be as un-cool as the guy lying on the track. What in the name of Merlin was he doing? Judging by the body-type, even from as far away as she was, Ellery took a moment and then decided she did have it in her to mess with a male. When didn’t she? That was a much better question. Girls got off easy as far as she was concerned, although in hindsight they weren’t aware of it. Changing her direction to vertical of the lying man, she closed the distance fairly quickly, coming to a halt. The last step had been the one that mattered- the one that she had purposely dragged her feet on so that the gravel on the track would brush up into his face and wipe the smile he had off of his face. Ellery had seen the boy before. He was in her house, but that didn’t mean she was scared of him or anything. She may be a girl, but she was a girl whom could hold more than her own ground. She, metaphorically speaking of course, had a huge set of balls on her. ”Finally noticed your life isn’t worth standing up straight with pride for?” she chimed, standing an inch from his head now, a smirk spread across her beautiful face. 929 WORDS , APOLLO , listening to KEITHURBAN , short failll!

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[apollo a. greyback]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1] And the Rangers stream out of their cabins They are the Hunters. We are the Rabbits. maybe We don't want to be found It took Apollo a minute to register what exactly had just happened to him. One minute he had been lying there, perfectly content and happy with every aspect of the world around him, and the next thing he knew someone was kicking dirt into his face like he was some sort of pathetic, well, dog. Needless to say, it didn’t sit well with him. For most of his life, he had more or less had to deal with this same situation over and over again. No matter how hard he worked or what he achieved, every time he got to a point in his life where he was happy with the goals he had achieved, his grandparents or someone would always remind him that it was never going to be quite good enough because nothing he did would make up for who his father was. They were the same way even now, but he tried to just tell himself that that was how they were with everyone. It would be very uncharacteristic of his family not to be constantly judging people and finding ways to put them back in their place. Of course, when it happened, it was usually a little more of a figurative thing than this was, but that didn’t make it any better in his mind. He really wasn’t even sure why this had automatically made him think of his family, but maybe he just had more on his mind than he originally thought he had. Apollo leaned up on his elbows and tugged the neck of his t-shirt up as he tried to wipe the dirt off of his mouth and brush it back off his face, but the only thing he managed to do was smear it further across his cheek. He wasn’t proud about what he was about to do. There were times when he enjoyed nothing more than picking a fight with someone, but he always regretted it afterwards. For once, this wasn’t the case though. He hadn’t started it; they had. What kind of man would he be if he just let people do something like this to him and not do anything about it? That was his main reason for justifying whatever might come out of this when he stood up. He didn’t even stop to think that maybe it was just one of his friends playing around with him, because it was quite obvious from the fact that he person had done it one purpose at this point. No, there was no time to think about that when his honor was the line. He looked up at the person standing above him, already ready with the first string of curse words that he was going to sling their way; but the only thing his eyes met were a set of long, thin legs, the result of which led to him sitting there with his mouth gaping open as he tried to remember just what he had been about to say. Oh good heavens. He had really been hoping for some horrifying girl that looked like she could beat even him up, but there was no way that he could yell at an actual girl. Despite his unconventional and somewhat harsh upbringing, being raised by mainly just his mother had giving him enough respect for the female form to know that is simply wasn’t right to treat them certain ways, and long legs or no long legs, women were part of the few people that he just couldn’t be rude to even when he was in the worst of moods. Oh gosh, her legs. He was still sitting there staring at them wasn’t he? He hadn’t even made it up to her face at this point, but it did give him the slight hope that maybe her face wouldn’t match her thighs and he would be able to gain at least a little bit of his dignity back. Of course that wasn’t the case though, but that still didn’t put a damper on his urge to call her every name under the sun now that he had recovered from the initial shock of it. He had to say something though. The longer he sat there like that, the more of a moron he would appear to be, so he spouted off the first thing that came to mind which happened to be something along the lines of ”No, I was actually just trying to get a better angle on seeing up those tiny shorts that you’re wearing, and, I must say, I did pick a very good position to be in.” Well, maybe that wasn’t any less offensive than cussing her out would have been. Any sort of respect he might have been trying to hold onto was basically thrown out the window as well, but he could already tell that this wasn’t the sort of girl he would want to buy candy and flowers for anyway. There were two types of girls in Apollo’s mind. The first was the kind that made him throw every ounce of his pride out the window and turn into a ball of much. This was the type of girl that received every bit of respect and adoration that he had in him, but they also only spelled trouble in his mind. Nothing good ever came of him being near them. The second type of girl was no less trouble though, but he preferred to be missing a shirt out of his closet the next morning than getting crushed by someone. He rarely treated them same way that he would the other girls though. No matter how pretty or lovely they might be, it was just easier for him to know that they wouldn’t want to go past one night with him. Maybe that made him a little two faced, but that wasn’t something that was going to be changed overnight and especially not for some girl who had just kicked dirt into his face. strangers once united against the land tags: Ellery word count: 1,000 picture: click lyrics: rangers by a fine frenzy this template was made by madcap @ caution.

[ellery j. harper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] she doesn't give a damn ! one thing Ellery had always questioned was where she had developed her witty attitude from. the women who had given birth to her, or in other words her mother, had a little something going on but it rarely showed. she was proud to be a part of her family on when she saw the light in her mother that reflected in her personality today. the fact that the blonde secretly feared her mother was why she kept the fact that the only likable thing about her mother, besides her beauty, was the fact that she, deep down, had a bitch in her ready to strike. it was unbelievable how scary she could get when she was mad- so scary that ironically, Ellery admired it. the half-veela loved striking fear into other's hearts, and yet having them stay around and follow her every move, wishing that they were her. the same thing happened when she was around her mother. she wanted to be her; she wanted to be full-veela, and actually unleash the potential her mother held back. in Ellery's eyes, it was all her father's fault. the stupid pureblood man had her fall "in love" with him, settling what she was meant to do. no surprise would come to the girl if her mum had been exactly how she was. the difference between the two of them? Ellery wasn't going to weaken herself. she was a one women girl, completely independent and she was NOT going to fall in love. ever. it was ridiculous to even think of the possibility! not even with Jacen in her life. the eldest Harper had a dream, and she had kept the dream since she was little; she wanted power, control and followers. the more attention on her the better, whether it be positive or negative. she loved all attention at any time. the Harper was electric. the effect she had spread through anybody, fastest in guys of course, within an instant. the only person who could resist it, most of the time, was Jacen and she had him crack every once and awhile. he was her challenge- her fun. everybody else, including the guy at her feet, were her play toys. amusement in any form she pleased; in her mind, they didn't have to know it. what she wished to happen, would. simple as that. the girl had her personality refined perfectly to play people, shaping them as if they were putty in her hands. dressing in a short pair of shorts and a low v-neck that morning, Ellery had every intention on attracting attention to her body. she was not at all phased by the comment made towards her. instead, she smirked. the wardrobe choice had clearly been a success; not that it was a surprise. Ellery had debated a few times in dressing like she was grubby and boyish, just to see the reactions of those around her. she hadn't tried it out as of yet, having convinced herself that there was no point. she already knew she would look amazing. and make other girls feel worse about themselves. merlin. how had she just thought of the second point now! noting to try it out within the next few days, the smirk stayed plastered across the half-veela's face. a guy with an okay come-back. that was always good fun. there were many people in the world, and few of those were like Ellery in the sense that witty comments came naturally and could always be used in any situation to spice up something boring, put someone down or in the guy's face, attempt to avoid being put down by retaliating in the same manner. "oh. of course, why didn't i think of that?" she spoke again, shaking her head and looking to the side, hand at her chin as if she were in thought. raising the hand by her chin by, she chucked. "that's it! because you're in no way special, which means you definitely aren't a seer and had no way of knowing i'd be here. nice try, though. admitting the truth is the first step to moving forward. that and getting up off the ground so you don't look like more of a pathetic loser than you do at first glance." crossing her arms, Ellery stuck her hip out and rose an eyebrow. why the hell was he really on the ground? it was dirty. thinking it over again, why had she been surprised? she had already gone over it out loud! he wasn't special. that was the reason. so why would he care if he was dirty? or in the perfect spot to have sand kicked up into his face? he wouldn't. when the man had first wiped the dirt from his face, the expression she read clearly stated that he was pissed. however, she also noticed that, at the sight of her legs, he gawked instead of flamed. this only made it clear that he wasn't going to yell at her- which, in reality, would be just as much fun if not more in the end. Ellery loved any type of commotion, especially when she started it. the only type of fight she didn't do were fist fights. she was all for vocal and wand wars. they were one of her various sets of acquired talents. still looking at where the fellow Slytherin laid on the ground below her, she took a moment before slowly offering her hand to help him up. the intension she had mentally was clear- whether he would catch onto her personality was the real question. beauty tended to make the brain blind and she knew that all too well. "sorry for kicking sand into your face." pulling her bi-polar like move, one she did on several men, Ellery batted her eyelashes a few times and tilted her head, waiting to see if he would accept. she had seen him around the common room once before, but not paid any attention and continued to her destination. right here, at this moment, would be when she found out how smart he was, and exactly what personality he gave as a first impression. everything, of course, was the same for him. the blonde was a new, unread book to him. 1045 WORDS , APOLLO listening to FABERDRIVE , i like this already!

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