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Post by alesana on Jun 18, 2008 17:25:43 GMT
'Being band is the worst thing to be when you want to go in.'
Her eyes gazing up at the tall tower in front of her, her head leaning back into her neck. Her eyes just stayed focused on the tower, looking at every detail in the building, cracks, passage ways. Kyra always seemed to do this, to see where she could jump onto, where it would break with too much pressure. Her instinct happened to be 100%, she was kinda glad at how she got bitten, but having to kill someone just to feed herself? Well, she has been doing that anyway.
A small ran down her spine, as she felt a small breath land on her shoulder, her eyes stayed still. A russel in the trees performed, 'Wind..' Rolling upon her eyes, even if it was someone, she would know what to do.
Kyra, stood there, with her black skinnies and jumper, so no one would spot her out. She came here, she didn't know why. She just.. Wanted to. Seeing who was in there, before her, she had been in there once or twice. Who would she see now?
After a second or two, she set off on her feet, a quiet thud to the ground which she could only hear. Seeing everything in the dark was easy for her, there was no point of bringing anything, if she had to get through things, or unlock them. She would always have a way around it. Getting round to the corner, where the entrance would be. There were guards, her lips perched to one side. 'Window?..' Her eyes darted up to a ledge in front of the guards. 'Hm..'
Feeling something underneath her foot, she looked down. A rock. A smirk creped onto her lips, bending down she picked the rock up. Keeping to the side of the wall, she aimed and chucked it at the guards head, in the middle, which bounced off onto the other guard. Quite a shot. The rock was thrown with enough force to knock them out. She chuckled quietly. Before she crept round to the door, she knew it would not be best to go through the door, with many more guards in there. 'Why did I have to be band? "If you step foot in here once again, you will be executed." I mean, what the fuck? All I did was set a guard on fire.'
Shrugging it off, she soon looked up at the window, moving over to the wall beside it, pressing her hands on the wall. And pushed off of it upwards, bouncing off the other wall with a loud thump. Which therefore made a clean shot jump into the window. Kyra pulled herself in, this wasn't the end of it.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 19:39:20 GMT
It was hard to tell when night began and ended in here. He could always look out the window but he didn't really have the will to turn his head.
He was starting to waste away and he wanted to continue doing that until he didn't exist anymore, and if he moved he'd ruin that and he couldn't handle ruining all the progress he'd made.
He had to grit his teeth when he reminded himself he'd only been in here four months and that he had a whole lifetime ahead of him. He'd be thirty in four or five months, and assuming he made it to a grand old age...that could be fifty years in this hell.
Fifty years in this hell before he moved onto the next.
It was strange, Logan had never been religious...there was no way he ever could have been and lived the lifestyle that he had, but ever since he'd had hour upon hour of lonely reflection, it'd started to make sense.
There must be something really, a heaven and a hell, or a God, or something, and he knew that he'd done wrong and would be on the wrong side of this something, he would be going to hell.
What was even more strange about it, was that he actually cared about whether he did or not.
He tried not to dwell on that, but what else could he possibly dwell on?
He had to keep his mind occupied or he'd slip up. Logan was an expert at blocking out things that he didn't want to think about, bad memories and experiences that he kept locked away and never examined enough to get over; they were all in his head but they might as well not be because he kept them locked away in a place they couldn't bother him.
If he let his concentration slip, they could all get out, the dementors would draw them out and then he'd be in serious trouble. He'd succumb to madness, he'd be nothing but a vulnerable wreck, screaming about nothing like all the others...
He shuddered slightly and his shoulder bones scraped against the stone floor which made him shudder more.
No, he'd much rather dwell on heaven and hell and the torment that awaited him after the torment that he was suffering now was at an end. It was preferable to insanity.
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Post by alesana on Jun 18, 2008 20:19:51 GMT
Brushing down herself as she began to creep down the hallways, she passed loads of cells. They all seemed to be asleep, lucky for her. Her eyes moving back and forworth from place to place, this place hadn't changed a lot. Actually, there was nothing changed to it. The walls still cold, damp and it felt like you wanted to die.
Running a hand through her messy hair, Kyra ran her finger tips along the walls, getting the grave marks from which cell is which. She was trying to find her old one, she had no idea where it was though. She could most probably sense it out, but for now, she needed to be quiet.
'I forget how much this place stinks.' Rolling her eyes, deep away in her thoughts.
Before long, she found herself just standing there in the dark, she felt movement around her. There seemed to be someone awake in one of the cells, seemed familiar aswell.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 20:24:42 GMT
Logan sat up after a moment, tilting his head slightly.
So what if he'd just ruined his efforts of sinking into the stone...something was happening.
A quick glance at the window told him it was indeed dark and he'd been semi-right about the time, but that wasn't really what he was interested in.
Getting cautiously to his feet, he ignored the groaning protest of his muscles and headed over to the front of his cell, hooking his arms through the bars and leaning forward slightly. Leaning his cheek agaisnt the cold iron that kept him here, he glanced up and down the dark hall beyond for the source of the sound that had alerted him.
Maybe another prisoner had died and people were seeing to it, that'd be interesting. Well, it wouldn't, but it'd break up the monotony.
He couldn't really think about why a visitor would come at this time of night, for anyone, so it probably wasn't that.
Maybe it's a break-out, He thought amusedly.
Of course it wasn't, he knew it wouldn't be. No one broke out of Azkaban.
It was probably just a dementor.
He stayed at the front of his cell, just in case.
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Post by alesana on Jun 18, 2008 20:45:42 GMT
A few moments later, she heard more movement. Raising an eyebrow slightly, her head turned towards a cell up ahead, 'Hm..' It was her old cell for sure, but who cold of been in it.
Walking up to the cell, the person behind the bars probably couldn't see her at first. Bending down slightly, and rested one hand on the floor. Her face was close, but not too close. Not to feel their breaths being passd. 'Logan..'
Logan and Kyra had only met once from her recall, it was only a small chat though. Not like one of those talks where everything is spilled. It was basically just the name, age and house. But she had always thought he was the type of guy who would of used to rape, kill, etc or still does it. So called, Kyra's sort of guy.
"Well, well, well. Mr. Andrews."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 20:52:57 GMT
Logan turned his head slightly to rest his forehead against the bars rather than his cheek so he could see better.
His memory had never been so good for victims and at first thought he assumed she was one. He'd had a few come here just to tell him he'd got what he deserved and the like amongst the regularly attending family members and friend.
He'd really not recognised many of those people who came here to gloat because he'd caused them pain...he had a terrible memory for anguish.
But this didn't take him long. He could remember most of the people he'd met that he hadn't ended up torturing or maiming or anything of the sort, and he could remember this one.
"Miss Moonlight, if I'm not mistaken," He replied smoothly, dryly, forcing his voice past the rough quality his throat had adopted during his time here, "What brings you here?"
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Post by alesana on Jun 18, 2008 21:15:58 GMT
Her legs cracked as she moved further down to the floor, soon she folded them into a cross legged. The floor was cold, but at this height she could still see Logan. Leaning her cheek in one palm, "You are correct." Her voice just very soft but you could feel the smirk forming into the tone.
"Just seeing my old cell, which you happen to be in now. How's life treaten you?" Her eyes stayed focused on him, he seemed unhealthy and very thin. Alot less plumb since the last time she saw him.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 18, 2008 21:27:42 GMT
"I usually am," He spoke in the same soft way, but with the sort of infliction that would accomapny rolling one's eyes.
He didn't though, he kept his eyes firmly on her.
"How do you think life's treating me?" He muttered, trying to refrain from bitterness.
It was hard though. Everytime he was asked things like that, how he was, that sort of thing...he just wanted to hurt something. Honestly, how might he be holding up if he had to spend the rest of his life in here?
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Post by alesana on Jun 18, 2008 21:34:53 GMT
Biting her lower lip, he didn't seem to be, acting like he used not to be. He seemed to be holding back from something, tilting her head to one side. "That's a really bad answer then.." Her voice got slightly lower, it didn't seem right.
'He's changed.'
Her eyes dropped to the ground, "So.. how did you get in here?" Her voice questioning, soft and kinda not worried, but she did seem a bit curious about his health.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 19, 2008 7:07:26 GMT
"The same way everyone does," He replied with a very slight shrug of his shoulders, "Ministry bastards."
He felt no need to add that he'd evaded them for two and a half years before getting bored of it, it was unnecessary detail when the fact of the matter was he was in here. In here for the next fifty or sixty years before he died, unless he managed to top himself as soon as possible.
"I suppose, 'how are you?' is a little of a lame question, but oh well. How are you?"
If there was one thing he missed, it was conversation. He didn't really have much conversation before, but just staying here for hours on end not being able to talk at or to anyone drove him insane.
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Post by alesana on Jun 19, 2008 15:52:16 GMT
Her eyes dropped to the ground once again, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I know what you mean." A roll of the eyes became to mind, she hated the Ministry, they would never let the case down. Another reason why she isn't allowed to visit anymore, they would think she would try and break someone out. 'Which I have never tried before.. Would be impossible..'
Her hair soon fell down infront of her eyes, so now she couldn't see anything. But she couldn't stand looking at him, she didn't know why, he was just that sort of person who would make you feel bad.
"It's not lame, it's a question to get started off with." A shrug off her small frame. "But, I guess my life is back on track. Been in hiding for ten years... - How are you? Apart from this,"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jun 23, 2008 17:27:42 GMT
"I'm glad for you," he muttered.
It was hard to tell whether he was sincere or insincere. He wasn't even sure himself these days.
"There is no apart from this, love," He shrugged a little, "But I'm sure if there was, then my answer would be bored."
Logan was always bored, apathetic. It was just the way he was, apart from when he was angry. That was the only time he knew what it was like to really feel.
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Post by alesana on Jun 29, 2008 17:19:56 GMT
A small nod approaching from her head, "Well, all I have to say is that you seemed to of changed." Her voice was still quiet, but it wasn't worried. It was just in a sort of questioning tone instead. She hadn't seen him in years, last time was when he was raping and torturing people.
Her eyes kept on the boy, moving her hand from her lap. She gently moved the out of his eyes through the bars. Knowing him, he wouldn't of liked that.
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