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Post by Anonymous on Mar 29, 2008 17:55:02 GMT 5
ONLY ORDER AND ORGANIZATION MEMBERS ARE ALLOWED HERE
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Izzie Jacobs
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...Lipstick, I might kill ya or kiss ya...
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Post by Izzie Jacobs on Mar 29, 2008 20:06:54 GMT 5
Izzie hated port keys. She could never get a hang of them and would just collapsed on the ground. Groaning as she got up from the floor, she brushed her navy blue pea coat and her white skirt off. Finally looking up as she started to fix her hair, she saw herself to be in quite a small room. It was smaller than her bedroom which wasn't a good example because everything seemed to be smaller than her bedroom. Anyways, Izzie glanced around at this shabby looking room. She thought that it really needed to be clean but what could she do?
Seeing eight chairs in the center of the room, Izzie decided she would sit down and wait. She didn't know what she would bring to this group or why she was even chosen. But oh well, it felt good to be needed. Taking a seat in the back so she wouldn't be that noticeable, Izzie bit her lip. She was quite nervous and had no idea what would happen.
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Magdalena Szel
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Smile. Tomorrow's going to be worse
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Post by Magdalena Szel on Mar 30, 2008 2:50:53 GMT 5
Portkeys were never Magda's forte. Honestly, couldn't people think of more creative or fashionable ways to randomly take people from one place to another? It shouldn't be allowed that ramdom objects can transport people from place to place. Most of the time Magda landed flat on her butt, but this was one time she actually managed to land on her feet. Maybe it was because she didn't want to make a fool of herself.
The room was small and cramped and it apeared as if all light had been taken from it in an effort to hide the fact that it was dingy. Forcing herself not to roll her eyes she took in her surroundings. There were eight chairs and a banner hanging over the door way, but the one ornament Magda could have honestly done with out. . was Isabella Jacobs. Refusing to glare at the girl she took a seat in the chair farthest from the idioti blond girl whose life she had once saved.
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Post by Tant Kemp on Mar 30, 2008 3:22:55 GMT 5
Tant took the portkey the moment she reconzied what it was always curious to know where these things lead, landing in a crouch persidtion on the ground she had herself braced ready to fight if it was nessisary or she was attacked. smokey grey eyes glared around towards faced two of them one a girl she dind't reconize and another. "Izzi?" she stold up strighter and looked at the 8 chairs she smiled secretly, gliding over towards a chair she back down next to Izzi leaning back to rock on it. "any idea whats all this about?" she yawned looking around trying to work out what kind of 'organization' this was.
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Post by Jax Fiend on Apr 1, 2008 3:30:27 GMT 5
Jax sighed and placed his hand on the port key. "This had better be worth missing quidditch time," he muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes and was lifted off the ground as a sensation of being suctioned and pulled came over him. Oddly enough, he kind of enjoyed port keys. He let out a holler from sheer enjoyment, and then it ended.
Jax landed on a dingy floor with a thud. He opened his eyes and sat up, brushing himself off. He was facing a wall in a dimly lit room. "Hmm..." He spun around and was met by a surprising sight. Not at all what he'd expected. There, in three of eight chairs, sat Izzie, Magda, and a girl he believed to be Tant.
Jax strode over to the circle and said, "Well, well, well, I must say, I wasn't expecting this." He grinned at the girls as he moved to sit down. He'd already assessed the situation in his head. Magda on one side, Izzie on the other. His best friend and his current flame. So, he sat down mostly in the middle, but one seat over closer to Izzie. That way, he could speak with both girls. "So, I assume you three are joining this Organization as well?" he asked. He hoped there'd be some males joining as well so he wasn't outnumbered.
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John Ford
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Do I not cry when you hurt me, do I not bleed when I am cut, do I not die when I am poisoned?
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Post by John Ford on Apr 1, 2008 4:19:04 GMT 5
John had received the mysterious letter, it confused him. Why him? The sudden thought that maybe because he was a Hell God flashed through his mind. The portkey John loved it, it was like a rollercoaster and it always made John laugh as he went through it. Then he came to a sudden violent stop, making him want to heave.
Looking around the room John noticed Izzie, Jax and Tant. All people John knew. Tant the most, atleast there was someone here he quite enjoyed. He knew Jax would have received the invintation, it was obvious. Tant and Izzie actually surprised John. The only reason why John was actually here was not only to control his Dark Powers but to get in touch with his dark side.
John walked over to Tant ignoring Jax, really not found of him, not after the Necromancy incodent where John had chocked the life out of Jax with magic John smiled "Hi Tant, nice to see you here"
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Post by Brad Dragondrool on Apr 1, 2008 5:44:27 GMT 5
He knew that it was time to show himself. Most of the people were here, the others were late... He'd just have to start without them. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, actually he had camouflaged himself in the wall, just in case a fight broke out.
There was a noise like sand falling on cement, and he was standing there. In his full form. Of Brad Dragondrool. My, my... All of the people in this room have a bone to pick with me... Not good. But I chose them all for a reason. Brad stood there, in a black hooded robe. Only his mouth was visible, and looked perfectly normal. He had gotten taller by at least two inches. Thanks to some charms that were used to make him look more intimidating. It wasn't for his fellows, it was for the Death Eaters and the Order.
"Hello, fellow Organization III members," Brad said, sounding very royal. "Everyone isn't here, but I don't want to have to wait forever.
"Now, I know that most of the people in here aren't really on good terms with me, but I really want to put aside those differences for the world." It had been two months since the whole Izzie, Jax and Magda thing, and a whole 4 months since the thing with Tant... Time heals all wounds... At least that's what he hoped.
"Okay... I've chosen all of you because you have special abilities and assets that will serve us all in our War." Brad paced up and down, thinking of what else to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but it was all so exciting, so exhilarating. To be able to be part of a group that would be helping the world in a much better way! It was like life was new to Brad.
"Okay... I'll be joining you on your missions. I'm not one of those people who just sit back and watch as his 'followers' have all the fun and risk their lives'. You all know me well enough."
At this point, Brad removed his hood and looked at everyone in the room. His appearance had changed from normal Brad, to freaky skeleton Brad, to normal Brad with jet black eyes. He didn't know how to reverse the effect, but he was sure it made him look pretty evil. They'll just have to trust me...
"I've assigned everyone a special assignment in missions." Brad continued, "Izzie, you distract the officials and guards with you charm, and if the guards aren't real, use charms. Just don't forget your wand!" Brad laughed, he hadn't laughed in a long while.
"Magda, you know many healing spells, so use them if your teammates get hurt. And, basically, you are the defense of the team. Tant, you have great swordsmanship and stealth. So, attack the target with all your might. Same goes for you Jax, use any hexes and Dark Magic you know to mess up the opponents. John, you're like our secret weapon. If a mass of opponents come for us, and our team is being overwhelmed, you call out YOU'RE armies and crush them all. If you're having possessing issues, I'll help. Trust me, I know quite a lot about possession now."
Brad thought this was a good attack plan. He had other plans for other people. But apparently, they weren't here yet. Brad sighed and smiled. It felt good to do the right thing. Even though it was quite violent.
"Talk to me now if you have any objections to your 'job'." Brad said, knowing that someone might. He sat down next to John and smiled. The seat creaked and threatened to break. I need to do some refubishing...
"Remember, we're all equal on this team. There are no leaders or underdogs. Working as a team is the way to win!"
Then he remembered something. Something very important.
"Tonight, we will make our first move. Tonight, we will attack the Minister of Magic; Cornelius Fudge!"
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