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1957 / Re: jinkies! - jacken
« on: 08/13/2019 at 15:13 »
Hazy gazes lifted towards the sky to find the red Brack was staring at. His jaw dropped slightly as he found himself mesmerized by the soaring colors, all the shades of red, as if an artist had dropped everything on a canvas. Jamie looked back at his friend,"Would the girls miss us, ya think?"

Probably not, he concluded. Not after the pranks pulled this summer.

"A real one? No way, right?" came out shakily as he still clutched to the boy. "Maybe they're trying to pick us off one by one?. Ya know, to cut the cost of camp? I heard some shady stuff 'bout that Litchfield dude."

Brack's snicker made him jump slightly before he some-what gently smacked him over the head," Be quiet or it'll hear us!" Fingers eagerly took the cigarette, placing between lips and inhaling deeply for a moment before an exhale. Again, he inhaled as they continued down slowly the beaten path, torn over their blonde prizes waiting at the lagoon, and not wanting to be eaten whole.

Jamie cocked his head, releasing the darker counterpart before holding the cigarette back out as he exhaled. "Nah, mate. You're too slow," he grinned. But it soon fell as the idiot started to run, "Brack! That's how people die! Come back!" came in harsh whispers that obviously he didn't hear. So, the redhead started to run after him, catching up in no time.

"You tried to kill me first!" the accusation came as Brax inevitably slowed down, and Jamie's hand went to his knees to bend over, the smoke in his lungs absorbing the oxygen needed to continue the journey. A hand went out to playfully push the other boy. "Thought we were friends, dingus."

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1957 / jinkies! - jacken
« on: 08/08/2019 at 13:58 »
first week of camp, 1957


"What is that?" came in a harsh whisper, as the moon hardly illuminated the beaten up path.

Jamie's eyes were narrow as his feet crept at a slow pace, beside his best friend. He was not a ninny by any means, but the shortcut to the lagoon was a hell of a lot creepier than he thought. The fog crept around their ankles, masking the ground below, and the redhead hoped to god no hands were around to grab him.

There was a howl in the distance, and he halted, grasping onto Brax for support as his face moved towards the sky. Red eyes glance every which way, and he tried to listen intently. "We're going to die, aren't we? All I wanted to do was go scope out the girls," came quiet and whiny, genuinely afraid.

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1957 / an impending doom -- mari
« on: 08/08/2019 at 13:29 »
third night of camp, 1957
12:03 a.m.


He shouldn't have been alone.

And he wouldn't have been if his best friend wasn't attached to Alice Swan, if Pilar had decided to attend camp, or even if Phoebe had gotten off her high horse and came back like she always had. But, none of them did, and Jamie was too annoyed with those circumstances to just sit in his cabin and sleep. Like a normal teenager.

But he wasn't.

James Othello McCormick was officially an adult, well, as soon as the camp had finished. And the idea terrified him, though the redhead wouldn't admit that to anyone -- not even Brax, not yet, not while his friend was so wrapped up in the blonde. (which he definitely condoned, especially with the legs on her) There was no need to ruin the happiness the sun brought each summer.

So, instead, he chose to drown his worries with a flask and a trek through the creep as hell forest. The heat was still smoldering, and in true Jamie McCormick fashion, his shirt hung from his back pocket instead of shielding his body from the annoying biting insects.  A swig of the harsh liquid brought a slight cringe, but even more so from the distant footsteps behind him than anything else.

"Hello?" he questioned, his vibrant hues looking to focus on the approaching figure.

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1957 / Re: gotta take the upgrade • james!
« on: 08/07/2019 at 16:16 »
Graveyards had never been his cup of tea, or so Brack would say. He had visited far too many for his liking, for those who didn't even truly deserved another thought after they passed. It probably wasn't the right thing to say, but it was true. His mom didn't deserve his attnetion after leaving him with the man who was supposed his protector. Even though they had never found his father's body, Jamie's gut said he was dead, and he sure as hell hadn't earned a second thought. And, well, he was still mad at the world for the death of little brother.

Too many memories in such a crappy place, and yet, he found himself wandering through the creepy burial ground.

Cold hues passed from grave markers to tombstones, looking at the various names and dates, lost in his own thoughts. But as he continued to walk, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled upwards, causing him to turn and see another figure. And just as he did so, another boy's voice echoed in the fog. The question made him chuckle, half disappointed it wasn't his best friend.

"Nah, not yet. What about you?" Jamie asked as he started to walk towards the younger boy.

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Jamie
    Slytherin | Seventh Year










    Knock-Knock!
         Let     the
Devil  in.



James Othello McCormick is your average seventeen year old boy. Only, he isn't. With a past that would send shivers even down the bravest wizard's spine, the redhead is a pessimist at heart. The only students he trusts are his best friend Bracken, on and off again girlfriend Phoebe, and close friend Pil.  A total flirt, the snake has no shame in the game of love and lust. He enjoys playing games, and doesn't care about the consequences. Reckless doesn't cover it, nor does arrogance.

But, let's play.





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Freestyle Archives / Re: can you light the fire?
« on: 02/24/2019 at 00:29 »
“Don’t we all?”

The warmth of her palms spread through his chest, spilling down to his toes. Truth be told, she was unlike anyone he had ever met. And that was saying a lot, considering he spent nearly all of summer with his lips attached to Corrina Buzolic. But, no, not even the raven haired beauty had a case against the angel before him.

The relentless teasing was something he appreciated, the way her perfectly manicured nailed fussed with his collar, even though they both knew it was perfect. He wouldn't have shown his face at the dance if it weren't. Every hair was in place, every wrinkle had already been smoothed. Jamie took extra care in his appearance, especially on occasions such as this.

“Mm,”

Her sensual hum brought a cheeky smirk to the surface. She knew precisely what she was doing, and it drove him crazy to see another equal at the trash school he had been forced to attend. The mysterious girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.

“You’re right. It is delicious.”

"I'm sure you are," he teased, straightening his posture to bring his body closer to the girl. "I'm Jamie."

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Freestyle Archives / Re: can you light the fire?
« on: 02/15/2019 at 04:32 »
“Why don’t you tell me?”

The mysterious girl brought a miniature chocolate cake the size of a coin up to his lips. With a coy smirk, he obliged her offering, taking the cake with his teeth. His lips closed over it as he begin to chew, his gazed never faltering from her own. Jamie took the opportunity to examine her beauty further, the taste of rich chocolate further loosing his inhibitions. The red of her lips only brought a dark yearning to the surface, the need to feel the soft petals against his own.

"Delicious," he said, after swallowing the cake, and following her traveling eyes.

“What’s the pink for?”

Jamie let his tongue roll over his fleshy bottom lip before biting it slightly. He shifted his weight to lean against the table, hands in his pants pockets as he weighed his options. But this girl was good, taking but a beat to form another rebuttal.

"Like red, but… swayable?”

She had spunk, and he liked that. After letting a chuckle escape, he shook his head towards the girl. "Nah, red isn't my thing. Besides, I look better in pink," he teased with another cheeky smirk.

From beside him, fingers grasped one of the same mini cakes she offered him. Slowly, Jamie brought it to her lips. It was only fair, right? "Your turn."

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Freestyle Archives / can you light the fire?
« on: 02/15/2019 at 03:25 »

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Truth be told, Jamie wasn't the biggest fan of dances. It was another excuse for guys to spend money on a girl they didn't like as well as they let on. But, of course, he couldn't be the only fifth year boy not going. So, he mustered the last bit of money he had saved to go buy a more modernized suit, in order to stand out from the crowd. Even the shade he chose was sure to turn heads, and the snake did enjoy that very much. Being the center of attention was something he craved at times.

So, after about twenty minutes in front of the mirror, Jamie finally decided that there was only so much a dollop of gel could do for his red hair. After one last twist of his locks, the boy strolled out into the corridors. It didn't take him very long to reach the meeting spot he and Piper White had agreed upon. The pretty brunette was awaiting his arrival, smile plastered on her almond face.

"Ready?" he asked before planting a kiss on the girl's cheek. A giggle from the Hufflepuff confirmed his devious thoughts, and off they went.





The Spotlight Dance was a decent idea, he'd be the first to admit. The music was loud, the decorations out of this world, and the Hall was packed with students. He didn't bother sticking to the color code, not really knowing how the night would go with his date. After a few songs, he decided it was time to sit with a drink, and he leaned into Piper's ear to tell her just that. The girl nodded with a smile, and turned to go find a table while he found drinks. The night was going a lot better than he had anticipated in the beginning.

It took a minute for the tall fifth year to make his way through the crowd, and to the refreshments table. There was a ridiculous amount of choices, and for once, he was pleasantly pleased with the works of Pilar Reina. He stood in front of the punch bowl where a tall raven haired seventh year was serving punch. It didn't take but a minute for the girl to begin flirting, gently stroking his ego even further.

But a quick glance to his right made the boy start tuning out immediately. At the far end of the table was a beautiful blonde, stunning in ways the girl in front of her couldn't even fathom. Without another word to the seventh year, Jamie took the cup from her, and walked over to where the girl stood.

"The punch isn't too bad," he offered smoothly, standing beside her. "How's the food?"

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1955 / Re: Kiss and Tell | UPPER YEARS EVENT!
« on: 12/11/2018 at 01:20 »
At first, James McCormick had been incredibly annoyed he had spend his summer here. At a camp, full of children, most of whom weren't even the same age. Though he understood his grandmother's intentions, or lack thereof, it didn't soothe the annoyance in any shape, way or, form. The teenager would have much rather stayed back at home, playing quidditch with his friends, or snogging old girlfriends.

But the cards had been dealt.

And, honestly, he couldn't complain. Corrina Buzolic had been a beautiful distraction, a surprising pro of the rather shite situation. With her long eyelashes and plump lips, Jamie couldn't bring himself to complain any longer. After spending the day with her, the girl's confidence had grown into a comfort he enjoyed, not that he would ever utter a word of that to anyone else.

Even when she suggested they attend an upper year party, Jamie couldn't help but follow her lead. He would attend Hogwarts next term with the majority of the campers, so it would probably be a good idea to get to know some of his peers. So, with his hands deep in the pockets of denim, the boy followed her to the large mass of teens. Not only was it chaotic and loud, the party was also eventful. He knew nothing of these people, but they all very clearly knew one another.

"You know all of these people?" he asked as the pair headed towards the group sitting in a circle.

Of course she did; how could she not?

Jamie followed her lead, sitting on the ground with a nod to anyone who looked in his direction. It was sure going to be an interesting night.

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1955 / Re: incapable of making alright decisions/cor
« on: 12/11/2018 at 01:02 »
The hair on his arms stood up, prickled by the electricity radiating off of the girl in his grasp. Slender fingers gripped the small of his back, enticing the beast to roar deep within the teenage boy. The wind could be felt from the opening of cotton, but it wasn't the reasoning for the chills creeping down his spine. Deepening the embrace, Jamie's fingers found the back of her neck, making a dominant presence known ever so slightly.

Foolishly, he had tried to make light of the conversation, desperately trying to distract himself from any further trouble. Corrina always seemed to be in the center of trouble, and he always wanted to be around when it happened.

“Well I keep busy.”

"I just bet you do."

Returning her devious smirk, he let his eyes wander further. Her touch was gone, but it wouldn't be for long. Soon fingers interlocked, and Jamie followed her lead to the depths of the darkened forest. His harden gaze never shifted from her backside, taking in the wild beauty that was Corrina Buzolic.

"Rini, where are you taking me?"

Not that he cared. They always had a good time together, no matter where they were.

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1955 / incapable of making alright decisions/cor
« on: 12/10/2018 at 03:18 »



The darkness was a blanket, covering up the deceit and scandals that centered the camp. Every now and again, Jamie liked to rip it off, to relish in the stupidity that came with his age. To sneak out past curfew, to go to parties and drink far too much. Even more so to tangle himself in the strawberry scent of Corrina Buzolic's hair, much like he was at that current point in time.

"You look good," he paused mid-kiss to inform her before returning to their heated embrace.

His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they walked backwards down the path. Curfew would be enforced in a few minutes, and he wanted to be as far away from the cabins as possible.

Fingertips played with the ends of her hair, twirling locks around his fingers. Once their greeting had finished, a grin spread across his features as he peered down at her. They had been snogging on and off since the start of camp just a week prior, but he still couldn't get enough of her.

"I didn't see you today," he offered a snippet of conversation as the pair continued their escape from the line of sight from the cabins.

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