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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 17:11:22 GMT
Angel stepped into the familiar walls of Azkaban with fear. It had been over ten years since she'd stepped foot inside that building, the last time was to visit Jacob, who had been released many many many years before. She wandered around the cells, mostly empty, until she came across one that was occupied. The occupant didn't look familiar to her at all. Moving on, Angel wondered why she had decided to come back to Azkaban. It's not the sort of place you come to for a friendly visit... Angel thought to herself, shuddering as she came across a cell with a particularly gruesome figure inside it.
It wasn't long until Angel came across a cell, and inside it lay a person she did recognise. It was one of the faces she knew rather well, but would choose to forget if she ever had the choice. "Logan... Logan Andrews. Nice to see they locked you up where you belong at last," Angel heard herself mumbling, only it wasn't to him. She was mumbling it to herself, and she knew there was no way he could hear her. Wondering how long it would take for Logan to realise she was there, and recognise her, she sat down, just staring at the figure who had caused so many bad memories in her past.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 19:05:26 GMT
Logan had adopted his familiar position. He lay back on the cold stone floor of the cell - even though his back had long since stiffened up and the next time he moved it would cause him insurmountable pain - with the bases of his palms pressed against his closed eyelids as if it would help him. Needless to say, it didn't.
Logan had been following this routine for months. Four months, to be exact. It'd been four months since he'd fallen into the grip of the ministry, and he still hadn't quite recovered from that. He thought they weren't supposed to use violence, and he'd hardly resisted when they had come for him. He'd been aware beforehand, he'd known, and he'd waited and accepted it and therefore had not fought back, so really, there was no need... He supposed a few bruises and scars were the least of his problems.
He was wasting away. He could feel the deterioration as his muscle slowly wasted until it would get to the point where he could barely move at all, as his skin grew more and more waxy and pale. His face had already been stripped of any health it'd ever contained, leaving him more gaunt that he'd ever been in his life, his shallow breathing stretched his thin chest to the point where it felt the skin might rip with the small movement of his ribs. He'd only been in here four months, and he was already wasted.
Although, he did have one thing. One small thing to differentiate him with every other life prisoner in here...Logan was sane. Well, he'd never been all that sane, on reflection. He's always been a little bit not all there, he supposed. But in here he might as well be normal...in comparison of course. He hadn't reached the point where he would sit and yell about nothing like all the others, he didn't cry in his sleep, he wasn't that mad yet...not yet. It was only a matter of time.
But time was something he didn't intend to have. He was going to die with dignity, and if that meant he'd die at his own hands then so be it. He'd contemplated suffocating himself some how, but his limited resources made that difficult. He'd settled on starvation in the end, and that was what he intended to do. So it wasn't the most dignified of deaths he could have had...it was still his choice. He did what he wanted when he wanted, and he would die how he wanted when he wanted.
Hearing footsteps, he turned his head slightly to see out into the corridor beyond his cell bars. It wasn't that exciting. He'd had a few visitors, but only one he ever looked forward to seeing and he knew she wouldn't be coming to see him today. He hated the visits from his sister and Liam, he hated the visits from his son even more and he despised it when Madeline would stand behind Finley and make it clear she thought that Logan deserved everything he was getting. Logan already knew he deserved everything he was getting, and that was made it so much worse. He held no hope that it wouldn't be one of those visits...Arden had seen him yesterday, so she wouldn't come back for a while, he supposed, which was a shame because she was keeping him sane so far. He hoped that she would come back. He hoped so very much.
Instead, he had a different visitor, one that wasn't very familiar at all. He propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head slightly at the woman on the other side of the bars and raising an critical eyebrow, "Do I know you?"
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 19:53:33 GMT
Hearing the man behind bars talk, Angel raised her head. She found herself smirking. "Indeed you do, Logan. Indeed you do. You won't remember me, though, and I doubt you'd recognise me. It's been a while since Hogwarts... And we've both changed over the years. However, I'd know it was you from miles away. You have an aura around you that's so unmistakable. It's nice to know you've finally been put where you belong... Behind bars. Where you can't hurt anyone else. You deserve this. For all the pain you caused everyone of my friends. For the pain you caused me... I still have nightmares, you know?" Angel paused for a moment, before carrying on.
"You may not know me, or what I'm talking about, but I just want to tell you that I feel no hatred or bad feelings towards you because of it. I've grown up now. I don't hold grudges for the past. It's not ladylike, you know. I've grown up and moved on, but I highly doubt that you have. It is so hard for a man such as yourself to not hold grudges. I must say, though, I am slightly offended you didn't remember me," she said while laughing a little. Despite all of the bad memories, Angel felt that she really didn't seem to have any bad feelings for him like she thought she would. In fact, she remembered their first meeting. The one where she actually thought they became friends. The one where they were actually nice to each other. This thought kept her smiling.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 20:14:20 GMT
Logan rolled his eyes in response to that, laying his head back down on stone behind him and blowing a few straggly strands of hair out of his face boredly to show how much of his interest she was holding. "I've caused a lot of pain, love," His voice was huskier than it used to be, altogether rougher and not as suave or refined as he used to speak at all, "You'll have to be more specific."
It was true, he'd caused a lot of pain to many people, and Hogwarts and all the sins he'd committed there had really only been the beginning. Although, in the time he'd spent here, he'd come to the conclusion that he'd caused himself more pain than he'd ever caused anyone else. Wounds heal, bereavement eases, everything he'd ever inflicted on anyone else would fade with time and in the end they would all go to heaven and he'd just be a small blip on their lives that had seemed important at the time. For him, he would never have closure, he would never ever be forgiven, and it would never fade.
Some people in this world are good, and some are bad. You have to have one to balance out the other or everything get's messed up. He didn't know why he'd turned out to be one of the bad, he didn't know if it'd be his path selected before his birth or if he'd been shaped to be that way, or if it was by choice. He didn't know where he'd gone wrong and he didn't know how he could have been any different. And that, that and the guilt, the burden and the memories of all the agony he'd inflicted...that was pain.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 20:36:44 GMT
Angel laughed a little. "I'm not trying to get you to remember me. I think it will be quite fun seeing how long it takes you to remember, or work it out. You won't remember me for quite some time, I think. After all, I was only a little whore according to you," Angel said while chuckling. She didn't know why, but she found the whole thing quite amusing. She wasn't used to people not remembering her, or recognising her. Apparently it was rather hard to forget Angel. Still, she didn't think that everyone would remember her.
"I don't think you're a bad person, you know," Angel told him softly, almost as if she didn't want him to hear her. And it was true. She didn't think he was a bad person. She just thought that he had not known any better. He had fallen into the wrong path and it's difficult to get out of that path once you have started following it. "I don't know if you actually care what I think of you, probably not, and you may want to be a bad person, but according to me you're not. You've just been following the wrong path, and it's hard to walk away from that path... You're not a bad person."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 20:41:46 GMT
He closed his eyes, interlacing his fingers together and resting his hands casually on his chest. He wouldn't do her the polite gesture of even getting up to speak to her. No, she could just go away again. "I don't like games anymore," He replied tonelessly, eyes still closed, head still leant back, "Don't want to play guessing games, silly little whore."
He could safely say he really had no idea who she was, but he'd already decided that he didn't like her. He could see why the old him had decided she was a little whore, he'd come to the same conclusion. At what she said next though...well, if he'd had a wand or even enough energy to do something about it, she'd be in pain by now. But he didn't, so he just settled with resting his elbow on the stone floor and holding his hand up to give her the one fingered salute. He didn't like how that comment seemed to be directly linked to his thoughts and he didn't like her and he didn't want to hear it.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 21:00:14 GMT
"Angel Simons... Long time no see, love," she said, while laughing a little. "How long have you got in here?" She asked him, moving a little closer to the cell. She couldn't care less whether he wanted her to move closer or not, she was going to. "And you know, I don't care whether you like me or not. I'm your only visitor right now, so I'm going to talk to you. If someone else comes, I shall leave. I'm not here to fight or to argue. I am only here to talk. Figured you needed the company. If I hadn't seen you, I'd have just been in and out in a moment. I'd have thought you'd have grown up by now, Logan. Surely you can at least be civil," Angel said, sighing, however she knew that it was beyond Logan to be civil. It wasn't in his nature.
"Besides, Logan, I haven't even had a relationship in ten years. I fail to see how I'm a whore. I gave all of that up long ago. Not that it matters to you," Angel explained, knowing it was useless and that he'd still call her a whore, no matter what. "It's been ten years. Surely you can at least try and be civil. I never did anything to you, remember? I wish we could put it all behind us, however I know it's unlikely with you. You never were one to listen to reason.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 21:07:41 GMT
"Angel Simons..." he repeated contemplatively, rolling the name around for a moment, before shaking his head, "Not ringing any bells." Then he gritted his teeth slightly, "Life, sweetheart, I'm in here for life."
Rolling his eyes slightly behind closed lids, he shrugged his shoulders idly as if he didn't care whether she stayed or not. He didn't actually care that much whether she stayed or not, but he was pretty sure his sister was brining Finley in later...and well, that was always fun. He did love to just lie here and ignore his son glaring daggers at him from outside...or maybe not, but at least if they showed up then the whore would go away.
Exaggeratedly, he lifted his head up from the floor and let it fall back again in exasperation to show that he didn't really care about anything she was saying and would quite like her to shut up. He didn't care if she was a whore or not, although truth be told he was probably more of a whore than she was, and he didn't care about being civil. He saw no need to be because she was unimportant, she didn't mean anything to him, why should she? He'd be civil to Adalia and Madeline and Finley and possibly Liam on occasion, and he was civil to Arden, but no, the whore didn't warrant civility or maturity so he wouldn't give that to her.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 21:22:48 GMT
Angel shrugged, not really caring if he remembered her or not. "Look, I couldn't care less if you liked me, remember me or whatever. I'm here to talk to you. You don't have to reply, or even listen. I'm not going to give up on this. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you. Doesn't really give you much of a choice, does it? And look! You don't have your wand to hide behind this time. That means it's just me and you, my darling," she said, while smiling, only a little. It was even better if he didn't remember her. She didn't know why, but it was. It would be easier to just forget everything that had happened in the past. It would probably make her twice as miserable if he did remember who she was.
"How did they catch you then?" Angel asked, genuinely interested. He probably wouldn't answer her, but it didn't hurt to ask. Might actually be fun trying to worm things out of him somehow.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 21:30:59 GMT
"Gave myself up," He shrugged slightly, not even bothering to reply to her first little speech. Essentially, that had been what happened. He'd found out three years ago the ministry were shadowing him, he'd gone on the run for two and a half years, then he'd grown weary of it and just returned to his home and his family and waited for them to catch him. No hiding, no tricks, no defences. He'd had enough, pretty much, and had just let them catch him. He wasn't sure whether he preferred the life he'd led or this existence he suffered now. Either way, it was pretty bleak, but he didn't want to discuss that with her.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 18, 2008 21:38:55 GMT
"There's no point in running from it, really. It was inevitable that everyone was going to get caught eventually. Everyone knew that. Either way it's no fun really, is it? Get caught, you live in this..." Angel said, gesturing to the cells all around her. "Or you live a life on the run, always in fear in case you get caught. It's not much of a life either way. I'd hate both. I'm glad I didn't get involved in the war. I much prefer being out here than in there... If I had to pick a side, I'd have chosen Death Eater over Order Member any day... I'd have been stuck in the same position you are now, and I don't think I'd have been able to cope with that..."
Angel ran a hand slowly up and down the bars. "It can't be comfortable in there. Would you like me to bring you anything in? I know you really don't need me, but consider it an act of kindness rather than just thinking you might actually need me. I know you don't at all. I just want to be kind. It's probably not what you want to hear though." Angel put her head down a little. It wasn't an act of sympathy or pity. She just wanted to do something kind for him. She didn't know why. She was just drawn to the idea.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 19, 2008 7:12:13 GMT
Logan turned his head to look at for her for a moment, then snorted derisively and turned his head back again, closing his eyes for a moment. He was starting to think that this one was worse than Madeline and her clipped little smug glances and occasional bursts of 'you deserve this' speech. At least with her, he got some silence and the capability to ignore her. Of course, she did bring Finley with her which brought her down considerably in the list of visitors and their heirarchy. He didn't enjoy being glared at by the little runt for however long she stayed. He really didn't like the whore though...she kept on and she seemed to know what he was thinking about at any given moment and he definitely did not like that.
"There's nothing you can do that will make this okay," He intoned boredly. He'd said the same thing to Adalia, who would still come and cry sometimes and tell him she was sorry. He didn't see why, and he didn't see why she'd care. Sibling loyalty really can't stand up to all the pain he caused her, and this had been his own doing, not hers.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 19, 2008 8:58:51 GMT
Angel smiled to herself for a moment. "Did it ever occur to you that I wasn't trying to make things okay? I couldn't care less if you were rotting away in here or running away free. I'm simply stating an opinion. It's not my fault you're in here. Why would I be trying to make things okay for you? I was just trying to offer an act of kindness. If you don't want it, say so. I could always smuggle you something in if you wanted it," Angel said softly, before leaning her head on the bars and closing her eyes.
"Do you care that you're in here?" She asked him. "Do you regret what you did? Do you feel guilty at all?" Angel couldn't imagine being able to do what he had done. She wondered if she would be able to do it and still be able to live with herself. Opening one eye, Angel looked at Logan, awaiting his response.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 23, 2008 17:25:04 GMT
"I don't need your kindness," He shook his head, allowing his eyes to close again, not that it made much difference. It was dark and dank whether his eyes were closed or open.
He smiled a little at her question, but not in a normal way. Logan didn't smile like a normal person, he tended to look like he was in pain if he smiled when he was genuinely amused or happy, and this sort of smile was just cold. "Pass," He answered without infliction in his voice. He didn't want to play quiz games with her either.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jun 23, 2008 19:46:20 GMT
Angel nodded. She wasn't going to force him to answer a question, not that she could. "Okay... I won't be kind to you. I didn't say you needed it. In fact, I have already said that you don't need me at all. I was just wondering if you wanted some. Just because you don't need it doesn't mean you don't want it," she stated, matter of factly. "You know, when I look at you, I see our first meeting. We were actually somewhat friends back then. Of course, I had no idea you'd end up torturing me more than once and killing more than one of my children... I hardly actually remember that, you know? I can just remember you. I don't really remember much else about you..."
Angel thought for a moment. She then took her wand out of her pocket and summoned some food. Having not eaten already that day, she was rather hungry. "You want something?" She asked Logan, but in a tone that made it seem like she didn't really care. She honestly couldn't care whether he ate or not. "You're looking rather scrawny..." She let a small smile come to her face. She didn't know why she smiled, but she wasn't going to stop herself. She had no reason to stop.
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