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1960 / Re: Testing Thread!
« on: 11/17/2020 at 14:23 »
ayeee

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1955 / Re: no one knows me, no one ever will // PIPES
« on: 12/19/2018 at 04:28 »
PM'D and PLOTTING!

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1955 / Re: Kiss and Tell | UPPER YEARS EVENT!
« on: 12/19/2018 at 01:48 »
There wasn’t a lot going on at this party. Or, rather, there was a lot but not a lot that she cared about. In fact a few minutes in and she’d pulled out an ink pen from her ever-present backpack and was etching a design onto her pant leg, properly not paying much attention to anyone else. A heist was already ruled out and she was wondering if she’d wasted her time in even showing up to this blasted event. She hadn’t seen the second bottle added or who was kissing who or blah blah blah until Marilyn and her incessant gum popping mouth made her way over.

“I hope you’re not afraid.”

What kind of pretentious statement was that? Why in the world would Piper be afraid of that twittering little powderpuff? She’d been prepared to give her a good long kiss but the girl pulled away after only a few seconds.

Who was afraid now?

Piper put on a good show of yawning loudly after Mari’s show, standing to get to the bottle. “Do I look scared, Meredith?” she rolled her eyes and spun the bottle, shooting a glance at the blonde over her shoulder, “Or whateva ya name is. Don’t bother tellin’ me, neither. I don’t care.”

The bottle was slowing now and it landed on Olette. Piper grinned and returned to the girl’s side. She definitely wasn’t going to put on a show with Olette. She considered the girl something of a little sister. So she leaned in to give her a quick and sweet kiss on lips.

“Have fun, kid,” she stood again, flipping her hood onto her head and pulling out a pack of cigarettes she’s swiped from some unattentive soul earlier. “I’m goin’ swimmin’. Later.”

And with a final glance around, she wandered off into the forest.

Parties definitely weren’t her thing. What a let down.

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1955 / no one knows me, no one ever will // PIPES
« on: 12/06/2018 at 01:14 »



            Piper
               American Mudblood




troubled sea so deep,
troubled home, no sleep

you've been flying so high, avoiding the road
Pretending to not feel alone

Streetwise | Firecracker | Cunning | Runaway
PADLET!

Piper Eden was born and raised all over the streets of New York City. Orphaned at a young age, she learned that staying in one place was rarely an option. Rather than let herself get shuffled around and abandoned by family after family, she often took it upon herself to find her own place to live. And it worked. For short bursts at a time until she was brought back to this Home or that Home.

After getting expelled from Salem in her third year, a caregiver moved her to Hogsmeade where she performed community service and homeschool for an entire year. Finally she was accepted into Hogwarts to start her Fifth Year.

But was she fully reformed? Maybe not. Piper’s wandering heart still beats very firmly in her chest. She still has no problem taking what doesn’t belong to her. Her trust issues still run rampant and she finds it hard to form too tight of attachments. But Hogwarts was a fresh page. A new start.

She just had to find where she belonged.


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1955 / Re: Kiss and Tell | UPPER YEARS EVENT!
« on: 12/04/2018 at 04:28 »
It was with an unconscious mind that Piper made her way to the party. Spin the bottle wasn't necessarily her idea of a good time. Dead useful for the slip of a hand in a jacket or pocket of jeans. Easy. With attention diverted elsewhere, it was all too simple to slip a wallet or watch or jewelery away. And when the items came up missing? She’d be long gone. Slipped away, just another shadow in the night.

Not that she planned on any robbery tonight. She was supposed to be reforming. Or something. There wasn’t time to backslide. Not with her 7th year quickly approaching. No, she wasn’t planning on anything.

...though if a perfect opportunity approached her, who was she to deny fate?

Lips curled up at the word as she entered the party. A nice effect, she let herself transform into just another party goer. She was wearing her usual. Faded jeans, the rips in the knees getting so bad the tears trailed up her thighs. A Slytherin green shirt fell off one of her shoulders. Messy waves ran loose, framing her face. Worn sneakers let her slip silently into thick of the action.

Ocean eyes scanned the area, she she nodded or offered a smirk to those she knew. Finally she settle herself beside Olette, “Hey,” she said simply, pushing her hair off her shoulder.

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1954 / Re: Something Pretty? It's an avvie shop!
« on: 08/15/2018 at 03:02 »
THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVELY!

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1954 / Re: Something Pretty? It's an avvie shop!
« on: 08/09/2018 at 23:24 »
Character Name: Piper Eden
Age: 16
Face Claim: Maddie Hasson
Special Requests?: No, you're amazing<3

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Being a poor orphan was complete rubbish sometimes.

Or all the time.

Her already tiny wardrobe was being stretched out to the maximum this summer. She’d grown a little bit since last year and passed a good chunk of her clothes down to the next one. Being one of the oldest orphans at the Home, there wasn’t really anyone to pass her clothing down. Pretty soon she’d have to go out and… obtain new clothing. (—her fingers tapped against her legs at the thought. She never minded uh… borrowing things—)

Today she dressed simply in a white t-shirt and dark denim shorts. It was warm but even so she cinched a dark green sweatshirt around her waist. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, though several wavy strands fell loose to frame her face. On her feet she wore an old pair of black boots. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.

Dressing up wasn’t a thing that Piper usually did. Not only because she didn’t own nice clothing but… it just wasn’t her style. She was content with fading straight into the background in the middle of crowds. Flashy clothing only drew unwanted attention her way. Of course, at a party where everyone was wearing something pretty, her lack of nice things tended to stand out like a sore thumb.

But there was the promise of free snacks and for that, she slid into the party behind a group of other kids.

Hovering at the snack table, she grabbed a butterbeer in one hand and a small handful of pretzels in the other. Leaning back lightly on the table, she snacked and sipped and mostly watched the crowded blanket where True sat with her court, wondering what they could have in store for the party.

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1953 / Re: Cardboard Box Plot Pages
« on: 04/29/2018 at 02:16 »
FOR BRICK!!!!
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Dumay


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Gryffindor
Fifth Year

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door – Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore – For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore – Nameless here for evermore.
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1953 / Re: Ex-Shoes Me? // Avery
« on: 04/24/2018 at 04:43 »
It was Piper’s expectation that hitting someone with a shoe —accident or otherwise— would signify the start of a fight. Whether just a petty argument or something worse, it was what she’d expected. Her body was prepared for it, tensed up, eyes carefully examining his expression. But then…

“Well, next time you should double-knot the laces.”

Huh. It hadn’t been any of the responses she was ready for and for a moment she just blinked stupidly as her body relaxed.

There was no danger here.

Maybe a second later than she should have, she found herself reaching for the shoe and taking it back into her hands, the whole time half-expected the whole thing to be a trick and for him to tear it away again. Finally she recovered with a half grin before crouching down to lace them together again.

“Sure, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Straightening up, she draped her shoes over her shoulder, opting not to go back to swinging them right away. She figured she’d pressed her footwear luck enough for one afternoon.

“So…” she said, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. She’d never been particularly good at the whole small talk crap and really wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Thanks for not spazzing out on me? Thanks for not tossing my only pair of shoes in the ocean? How about this freaky Neverland camp, huh? Finally she settled for a simple question, “You go to Hogwarts? I’ll be starting up this September.”

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1953 / Re: Duel Two - Eden vs. Kawaguchi vs. Applewhite
« on: 04/22/2018 at 19:11 »
’Bad idea, Pipes.’

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she knew, she knew.

Dueling without a wand probably wasn’t the smartest idea. But Muggles dueled without wands all the time. Made careers out of it, even. And as Pipes lived half in the muggle world, she was more than a little familiar with the tactics. After all, it had been part of the reason she’d been expelled from Salem in the first place.

Truly her whole life had been chewed on by people telling her ‘Piper, you can’t. And Piper, you shouldn’t. And Piper, what were you thinking? And Piper, no.’

She, however, had her own prerogative and it went something more like, ‘Piper you can, Piper you should, Piper yes.

However when she’d been told to wear something to get wet in, she started to feel tiny flickers of nerves. Not because she was afraid of the water. She’d never had extensive swimming lessons but she had a general idea of how to move in the water. It was only that if she had anything going for her in this lopsided duel it was that she was quick on her feet and pretty good at chucking things at people. And now she had neither of those things at her disposal.

Only sort of listening to Julia, she eyed Poppy warily and then glanced at Daisy, who very surely had a wand… Game face on, she washed away any sign of nerves as they entered the water.

And like a live wire exposed to water, she was jolted into action. A plan, she needed a plan. What did she have? A ton of water. Some rocks. The clothes on her back. Mermaids.

Mermaids.

Didn’t they hate witches and wizards? Or at least not trust them? Was that even the right creature? She didn’t know for sure. But Daisy had a wand and Piper didn’t and that could maybe count for something.

”A witch!” She called to the mermaids while pointing at Daisy, “She’s a witch, get her!” All she could do was hope that the Mermaids would distrust the other girl enough to help Piper out.

It wasn’t much, but it was something at least.

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1953 / Grave Adventures // ORPHAN GANG
« on: 04/22/2018 at 03:45 »
The Witching Hour or something


It was a little stupid.

As much effort as she’d put into distancing herself from Hogsmeade and the Children’s Home, she found herself helping to organize an escape back to that same place. True, the home was only a pitstop. Their real destination would be the graveyard. They’d be breaking at least two handfuls of rules in the process, which was even more foolish considering her recent acceptance into Hogwarts. At this rate she was going to be expelled before she even got there.

But still, here she was.

They were gathered by a designated tree outside the Lost Boy’s Home Under the Ground since the majority of the orphans were members of the fitting team. But there were others, too, from the Pirates and the Mermaids. They were missing someone, though, and Piper was about to remedy the situation. Telling the group to wait for her, she beckoned Gabe with her and they snuck back into the Lost Boys cabins.

Olette was sleeping soundly with a book still draped on her lap in the otherwise empty common room. The good thing about Gabe and her is that they were able to communicate almost silently and in no time at all a blanket was grabbed from the back of an armchair and thrown over Ole’s sleeping body.

Acting quickly was essential. Letting Gabe do the heavy lifting, they wound Olette in the blanket and hoisted her up gently, almost like they were going to carry her away to bed.

But no. Piper held tight to the girl’s feet and they were in a hurry now as they rushed to get Ole out of the cabins before she woke everyone up. “Shh!” she hissed, “Be quiet Ollie.”

When they got back to the Meet Up Tree, they set her down.

“Kay, now we’re all here. Ready ta go?”

This was going to be a good night.


((Powerplays of Ole and Gabe approved.))

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1953 / Re: It's Not Called a Knot for Naught || Piper
« on: 04/21/2018 at 05:03 »
”Boots are more my speed,”

“Boots, huh?” It wasn’t her preferred method because it made a hell of a lot more noise than picking a lock did. And then, if you had broken things, you couldn’t refasten them when you were done, clearing the scene of evidence. Though it was true that breaking the door down would be quicker, she wasn’t in any particular hurry either. “Effective but messy. No worries, I got it,” she closed her fist back around her tools and crouched to examine the lock.

“I’m lookout.”

Lookout was never her choice, so they made a pretty good team in that sense. “Perfect,” she nodded her approval before popping the pins back into her mouth so she was free to examine the lock up in both hands.

It was sturdy but seemed pretty simple. Not one of them super fancy ones you sometimes came across. Then again, they were at summer camp, not trying to break into a bank vault full of riches. It wasn’t exactly high security. The pins would work just fine.

If they knew what was good for them.

Getting straight too it, she fiddled with the lock for a few moments, reshaping her tools just slightly to get a customized fit. She was glad for the quiet as there was nothing worse than an overly talkative accomplice. She needed to listen for the cues the lock was giving her. To feel the subtle clicks beneath her fingers.

Not too much longer a more pronounced click cut the air and she straightened up, tucking the pins and lock into her pocket.

“We’re in.”

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1953 / Re: Avatar III but no James Cameron
« on: 04/21/2018 at 04:31 »
FC: Maddie Hasson
(15 year old orphan brat)
THANKYOU

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1953 / Re: The Big Bang // OPEN
« on: 04/21/2018 at 03:28 »
Olette Clarington-DuPont.

Piper didn’t have much to do with the girl. Not because she had anything against her. But she was quiet. And, even though Pipes had a tendency to take charge in a lot of situations, she didn’t often seek out friendships. If she got to talking with someone, cool. But the thing with her and Ole is that they’d never really gotten around to talking.

That being said, Piper had a soft (—soft for her—) spot for the majority of the kids at the Home. It was an unspoken rule in her unwritten book that she’d have any one of their backs should they be in trouble. If someone was messing with Olette and Piper thought she couldn’t handle it, she’d step in because the last thing she’d want to see is for one of the orphanage kids get hurt.

Only this time it was Piper doing the hurting.

“Damnit,” she hissed under her breath. Ole froze. Froze until the fire started and then she took off. Not the best survival skills. It was never good to freeze up in the face of danger. And, really, it seemed like Olette needed to work on her senses.

Unflinching, Pipes took off after her. “Olette!” she called, gaining on her fairly quickly on sure feet. “Just stop for a sec, will ya?”

She wanted to make sure Ole wasn’t hurt. Or missing an eyeball or something. Which they could probably fix in the infirmary. But it would take a hell of a bit of explaining and nobody wanted that.

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1953 / Re: It's Not Called a Knot for Naught || Piper
« on: 04/20/2018 at 04:16 »
Eyes were important. They told you all types of things about a person and Piper liked to think herself a good people reader and eye contact was essential. She didn’t buy into the whole windows-to-the-soul crap. No. Windows to the brain, more likely. Eyes were incredibly expressive. They were easy.

They were easy until they… weren’t.

For example, she was trying to interpret why he was avoiding her gaze, busying himself with a flower until he finally dropped it. And what he’d said brought the half-grin back to her face.

A tool shed had promise.

“Know how to pick a lock?"

“Byron, Byron, Byron. Whadayou take me for, huh?” she asked, quick light steps moving in the direction of this shed, “‘Course I know how. Gettin’ into things I ain’t sposta be in is my specialty.

Reaching up, she fiddled with her tangled dirty blonde waves, tugging something free of it. Two hair pins. One she dangled from her mouth, talking through her teeth she said, “Let’s just say I don’t keep these in my hair ta make it look pretty,” quick fingers shaped the second pin and then she pulled the first one from her mouth.

“Wanna watch a master at work? Or you wanna give it a go yourself?”

She held the pins out in the palm of her hand, waiting for his decision.

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1953 / Re: Dueling Sign-Ups | Summer 1953
« on: 04/20/2018 at 01:15 »
Name: Piper Eden
Camp Team: Lost Boys
Year at Start of Next Term: Fifth?
Is this your first time dueling (OOC)? YES.
Are you specialized in any spell(s)? No.
Are you using Potion(s)?  No.
Are you an Infirmary Assistant? No.
Are you a Quidditch player? No.
What are your Magical Levels? C4 D5 T5 S6 (maybe.)
What is your Magical Strength? Summoning

Total Points: 16

     Power: 0
     Ability: 0
     Resistance: 3
     Strength: 3
     Agility: 4
     Vitality: 3
     Velocity: 3
     Potions: 0

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1953 / Re: Can't Hold Us // OPEN
« on: 04/19/2018 at 01:33 »
“Pi. Per.”

The small form of Poppy Applewhite came into view, and she came over to sit beside Piper, a bit out of breath from the hike.

“I’ve been following you for hours!”

Oh, really?

Piper hadn’t noticed Poppy following her. Which was a bit strange. Because, sure Piper could get completely lost in her own thoughts, especially if she was up to something, but she could typically pick up on someone following her. It was almost like an extra sense. Or maybe just practice from when she’d be on the run for one thing or another. Huh. Maybe this stupid little Hogwarts letter thing had her worrying  more than she figured it had.

Of course it was worrying her. A rejection would have meant more community service and more home schooling. She told herself these were the only reasons, rejecting the notion of Hogwarts being a place to start over. A place to have a Place. These kind of thoughts only lead to trouble. Trouble and heartache. Both of which she’d had quite enough of, thank-you-very-much.

Shaking her head of the idea, she turned her head to her little orphan friend, who was flopping over on her. “Was that you?” she teased, ruffling her hair and laughing. “I thought that was the wind yowlin away like that.”

She took a moment to glance up at the sky, thinking about the past year. How close she’d grown to many of the other members of their very own Orphan Gang. She couldn’t deny it worried her a bit. Truth was, she wasn’t entirely sure how long it could last. Everything she’d ever experienced was fleeting.

Again, she shoved the thoughts away, not having the time for them.

“Check it out, Pops,” she nudged the letter over to her, “I’m got in!”

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1953 / Re: Cardboard Box Plot Pages
« on: 04/18/2018 at 23:41 »

Marilyn-Rose Wilson

Hufflepuff | Second Year


   How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door – Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore – For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore – Nameless here for evermore.

Welcome to Marilyn's Shoppe of Sweets

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