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1957 / til it happens to you // OPEN
« on: 08/21/2019 at 02:56 »
Late Summer
Morning



The sun was finally up.

Artemis was not afraid of the dark or the night. But this camp seemed bent on breaking her. And she wasn’t tremendously hard to break these days, still healing wounds were much easier to slash open and more painful, each new lash cutting deeper and deeper.

How was she supposed to get better?

The mistake had been taking a restless walk the night before and ending up in the middle of the forest and getting lost. Her sense of direction wasn’t the best these days and one wrong turn… well… being stuck in the middle of the yowling woods may have seemed like a thrilling adventure to her before the attack. And for the first few hours, she held it together.

And then a tree branch brushed her back, soaking her with memories of claws and teeth and blood and she shut down, ears covered, rocking back and forth for the rest of the night trying to catch her breath to no avail.

When the first bits of light filtered through the trees, she unclamped her hands and ran.

It didn’t matter the direction. She just wanted to get out of there, away from the memories she thought she’d overcome.

Finally she broke through the trees, back to some main area of camp. Her clothes were torn. Her eyes were sleepless and wild. There were scratches on her cheeks and twigs and leafs in her curls. She took a breath that seemed like maybe the first one she’d had all night but it offered no relief. Instead it brought with it a roll of nausea and…

She crouched down and puked into the grass.

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1957 / take this pink ribbon off my eyes // sissy
« on: 08/15/2019 at 01:15 »
End of Summer
After curfew



Artemis was doing a pretty bad job at playing big sister.

Part of it wasn’t exactly her fault. She had a lot of issues in herself to sort out. Truthfully she still felt pretty mixed up a lot of the time, but it was getting better. And then she let twin things or boy things get in the way of seeing how her little sister was getting along at Hogwarts. She was the captain, but not terribly the sister.

But will Polly leaving (--a fact she didn’t want to think too much about--) she figured it was a good as time as any to get reacquainted.

“Mkay,” she said, standing on the counter in the kitchen, tossing things Astro’s way. “We have gummy spiders, licorice wands, lollies, ice cream, fizzy drinks and,” she tossed a final bag her way, “Marshmallows. Missing anything?” she rattled through a drawer and pulled out 2 spoons.

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1957 / take these broken wings and learn to fly // partie
« on: 08/13/2019 at 23:32 »
Early August


She couldn’t sleep. And she just knew Polly wasn’t sleeping either. It was torture not being in the same cabin as her twin. And the separation was only going to get worse. Barefoot, she wandered off to the Zombie cabins, quiet as a ghost.

“You’re really going?” Artie whispered, climbing into bed with her sister and curling up at her side.

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1957 / really don't care // OPEN
« on: 08/13/2019 at 23:19 »


End of Summer


It all started with a hooded sweatshirt.

An old one, stretched around the neck a little. Black, but that sad faded kind of black that was tossed around a little too often and forced into the  wash more than it should have been. The strings on the hood were a little chewed on. Worn out, but cozy and warm. Most importantly, it belong to him. It still carried his smell. His memory.

It made her sick.

And she realized that wasn’t all. She took her time gathering photos and letters and little things littered around her room that belong to him. Leftovers, all it was. And she never had a taste for leftovers. She took it all outside onto a cozy part of lawn and placed it in a pile. But the pile seemed  too small....

So she found herself marching right into Bryson Rose’s blessedly empty cabin where she began gathering more of his stuff. There was no rhyme or reason to it. A shoe here, a pair of pants there. Shirts and socks and even books. She struggled with as much as she could carry, moved into the yard and dropped it onto the pile. Much better.

There was no hesitation in the next phase of the plan. No grain of regret even crossed her mind. She pulled a bottle of potion from her back pocket. She’d stolen it from the infirmary and it  carried a bold warning label declaring the brew ‘highly flammable’. She wasn’t sure what medicinal purpose it served, but it sure as hell was going to make her feel better so maybe that was the point. She took a moment to dump the contents onto Bryson’s stuff before dropping the empty bottle carelessly behind her.

Finally she pulled a box of matches out of her boot. Taking one out, she lit it with her thumb, feeling it scrape at the soft skin of her fingers. For a moment she just inhaled the smoke, watched the flickering little flame dance between her fingertips...

And then she let it drop.

With a woosh, the fire grew, fast and angry, crackling at the sky.

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1957 / like a titan that's rising // scartie
« on: 08/12/2019 at 01:09 »
Artemis
Marquis!

Gryffindor !  Fifth Year

An adventure junkie with little regards for the rules, Artie Marquis is more than a handful. After surviving a werewolf attack, she's left with scars across her face, arms and back. Worse still are the emotional scars she's dealing with from the ordeal. Things are getting better. She's getting better at dealing with her scars. But she's also an almost-sixteen-year-old girl. Drama awaits her. Will you help it or hurt it?

Artie is running too quickly on the edge of rooftops. She is pushing her body to the limit. She is dark circles from sleepless nights. She is a short fuse. She is swearing she's okay. She is nightmares nightmares daymares. She is a held breath and numb hands. She is a forced smile. She is broken handcuffs and bruised wrists. She is bloody knuckles and tensed muscles. She is healing   oh so    s l o w l y.

but she is realizing that things always get better...


I'm like a titan that's rising, oh just you watch.
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1956 / another one bites the dust // lia
« on: 04/25/2019 at 00:23 »
Last week of camp


Everything had been so messed up for so long that it was a wonder that she wasn’t used to it by now. There had to be a bottom to the hole she’d fallen into. But she just kept falling, deeper and deeper and deeper. New horrors were added all the time. Wolves and kisses and scars and nightmares and sisters that wanted nothing to do with her. They all blurred past her but she never hit the bottom.

Maybe hell wasn’t a place but an endless loop in which you had to relive all of your worst memories. Maybe at some point she’d stop burning and become numb to it. Maybe someday she’d be able to live with it.

She was tired. And either angry or being so stupid that she was able to forget about it all for a few precious minutes at a time. What did it matter, anyway?

As she wandered aimlessly through the camp, a very good opportunity to behave like the idiot she was caught her eye. Lia Ayres, one of her own personal devils. She hadn’t been avoiding her. Not really. She’s seen her lurking around camp. But there had always been too many witnesses around.

Now she was about as alone as she could get. And Artie had some unfinished business with the shrimpy little blonde. As they were passing each other on the bridge, Artie’s arm shot out. Not to hit her. Only to block her path.

“What’s up?” she said, leaning casually against the railing, a wicked grin forming on her lips. It wasn’t a good smile. But she was hoping it might scare the girl.

“Don’t be shy now. You sure weren’t a few weeks ago.”

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1956 / bruises // hen
« on: 04/19/2019 at 04:07 »
Artie was much more reclusive than she ever thought possible. If she could cut the end of April out, including it’s aftermath, a very different girl would be walking the camp grounds. Sure, she tried her best to put up a front. But it was exhausting to wear a mask all of the time. So she slipped up more than she would have liked.

When it came to the others that were there for the incident, even Polly, she held them at arms length and ran from any mention of that night. Eventually they stopped asking and she was free to go back to pretending she was fine. They were okay physically at least.

Her body stiffened as she walked by a member of her unwanted Wolf Pack and she was going to just keep going after a small nod of greeting. But she’d gotten a decent look at him. The black eye. The bruises standing at attention against his pale skin.

So she stopped in her tracks and sighed before walking over to him. Bouncing on her toes, she considered the best approach. Even though she didn’t like to talk about her troubles didn’t mean everyone was like that. And this was a safe topic. There was no way he’d gotten those marks from a mythical beast.

In the end she just decided to face it -him- head on, read his reaction and go from there.

“Hey Hen,” she said, sitting beside him, and crossing her legs under her, “What happened?”

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1956 / yesterday came suddenly // partie
« on: 04/18/2019 at 23:13 »


“Polly!”

Artemis hadn’t slept.

Which was nothing new, lately. But it was worse than usual. After that disaster of a party, she hadn’t seen her sister all night. And part of that was her own fault. She hadn’t sought her out right away, thinking she needed space. Space was good, sometimes, even if it used to be a foreign concept for the twins. But as soon as the sun rose into the sky, she went searching for her.

Only it took her hours to find her and she’d been following behind her for about ten minutes and the girl wouldn’t slow down for anything, no matter what Artie said.

“Apollo! You can’t outrun me,” they weren’t running yet, “We’re the same speed. Only you’re likely to trip on something. Y’know, like the air.” She tried to tease. Polly was just a bit less coordinated than Artie and they never had issues joking about their minute differences before. But she wasn’t biting.

Artie let out an exasperated huff and with a burst of speed grabbed her sister’s wrist, “Stop. Just talk to me!”

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1956 / Quidditch Roster and Banners
« on: 04/15/2019 at 04:45 »
Hey Quid Kids! Here are the banners you can use for the Quidditch Match to help keep track of who's on what team! Roster and game will here posted shortly so stay tuned!



Team Macaron



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1956 / haunted // adam
« on: 04/11/2019 at 02:35 »
Mid August, 1956
Impossibly late


...she walked onto the quad, laughing and dragging Polly with her. The moon was so bright that night that she could probably count her sisters molars in the light if she wanted to. Suddenly Polly froze and Artie was still laughing thinking it was all a trick.

But something landed heavily behind her and her feet left the ground and--


She woke, screaming her head off, arms flailing against the couch she’d dozed off on. It was real. It was so real. She felt it’s breath on her neck. The cushions brushed roughly against her skin like fur. She had to get out of there.

Breath heaving, she ran, quick as she could, into the night, slamming the door behind her. Arms looping around her, she took gulps of fresh night air and willed the image away from her eyes. But it was like it was burned there. Like she’s stared at the sun.

Or the full moon.

Walking along the side of the building, she let her body slide slowly down and her hands covered her ears. She wasn’t screaming anymore.

But she still heard it.

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1956 / i can't breathe // dear godric
« on: 04/11/2019 at 01:00 »







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Artemis


Keep out! I mean it!



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1956 / when the party's over // Lup
« on: 04/02/2019 at 02:59 »
Let's just let it go.

After a Quidditch Practice
The Pitch, Early evening


The summer air was sweet and heavy with the weight of the laughter of several hundred carefree campers heading off to dinner or bonfires or parties. The fireflies were making their presence known and Artie paused as one landed on her wrist. It gave her one, two… three little flashes before it took off again, bobbing a little in the dense air.

The last of the Quidditch kids were wandering off, leaving broomsticks and balls on the pitch. The practice session had been, on the whole, successful. Some of them had never even rode a broomstick before this lesson. Well, now they could say they had. They’d gone over the basic positions of the game and, even though some of the veterans complained, she knew it would make for a stronger team when it was all said and done.

Crouching down, she started picking up the golf balls they’d used for practice and tossing them into a basket a few feet away from her. When she looked up, she saw him, and looked away quickly, letting her hair fall into her face as she held her breath.

Oh, she’d been avoiding him with varying degrees of success since February. And she’d been avoiding everyone since returning from Mungos in May, making herself quite scarce. In fact, she hadn’t really thought too much about Lupin Sol for a while now. It seemed stupid to dwell on it now, all things considered, but she couldn’t help it. It was embarrassing.

“I got it,” she said, tossing another ball into the basket, “You can go to dinner, I’ll catch up.”

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1956 / pull me like a ripcord // OPEN
« on: 04/01/2019 at 03:15 »
First Week of Camp, 1956
Cliffs, really early
'cause I love the adrenaline in my veins


Artemis was running on no sleep.

That was nothing new. She rarely got a good night’s sleep nowadays. The nightmares weren’t worth it. Waking with your skin crawling or, worse, screaming, just wasn’t worth what a few hours of sleep could get her. She’d spent most of the night wandering the grounds not feeling much of anything at all. So what if it was dark or barron or eerily quiet?

She wasn’t afraid of the dark.

What she was afraid of was gone.

Just thinking of it made her shudder and she was happy to be alone on the cliffs with no witnesses. The sun was coming up and, as she reached a ledge on the cliff, it blinded her for a moment. She didn’t mind. But all too soon eyes adjusted and she stepped out of her sneakers and walked over to the edge, leaning always to far forward. It was a big drop, but she was pretty sure she could make it.

The dizzying height made her heart pick up in speed and she grinned. It made her feel more alive. More like she used to be. Artemis wasn’t afraid of things.

Even teeth and claws and--

Her stomach lurched and her arms swung as she nearly lost her balance.

A running jump. That’s was the way to do it. Her heart thumped under her ribs, blood moving like fire through her veins, warming her more than the sun could.  She moved back a few paces to a sparse little tree. She was already wearing shorts, but she pulled off her long sleeved shirt. Even though she was wearing her red swim top underneath, she almost never took her shirt off, even when swimming.

The scars were deepest down her back, but curved like sharp red vines down her arms and on her shoulders. Each lash a visible reminder of the full moon. The rough cuts curled onto her ribcage where the beast picked her up and--

Jaw clenching, she covered her ears and tried to force the image from her brain while her teeth ground together...

Steady, steady, breathe… BREATHE DAMNIT.

The shirt dropped from her hand, onto a branch as she let her head go.

No, she rarely just wore her bikini top. But no one else was here, so what did it matter?

Turning, she got reading to run and dive, getting in a runners stance when--

Snap!

Whipping around, she searched for the source of the noise. Apparently she wasn’t as alone as she thought she was.

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1956 / animal i have become // Artie
« on: 04/01/2019 at 01:57 »
Artemis
Marquis!

Gryffindor ! Incoming Fifth Year

An adventure junkie with little regards for the rules, Artie Marquis is more than a handful. After surviving a werewolf attack in April, she's left with scars across her face, arms and back. Worse still are the emotional scars she's dealing with from the ordeal. To make up for it, she's behaving even more reckless and irrational this summer.

Artie is running too quickly on the edge of rooftops. She is pushing her body to the limit. She is a brave face in the daytime and tears into her pillow. She is dark circles from sleepless night. She is a short fuse. She is swearing she's okay. She is nightmares nightmares daymares. She is a held breath and numb hands. She is a forced smile. She is broken handcuffs and bruised wrists. She is bloody knuckles and tensed muscles. She is healing   oh so    s l o w l y.


'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains.
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1956 / Keke, do you love me, are you writing?
« on: 03/31/2019 at 05:54 »
Hi Babes!
I'm Sammi but you can call me Artie or Sere or WHATEVER character I happen to be on, I don't mind. I've been on Hoggies since 2014 and I'm pretty sure you're just stuck with me. A few facts about meee?: A) I'm from Wisconsin. B) I have a pug named Penny and she's hilarious. C) I love Netflix shows in general. D) Anything Marvel, please. E) I went to an Arts high school and it's exactly like Fame. F) I love to sing and dance even if it's not the best thing ever. G) I'm hopelessly clumsy, but I roll with it. H) Each of my eyes see different shades of color.

MOSTLY... I would just love to thread with all of you. <3

Now meet my children.





Artemis Marquis, 14

Gryffindor Fifth Year
Reckless * Impulsive * Feisty


Oooh Artie. Recent victim of a werewolf attack, her most dominant features are the scars across her face, arms and back. Deeper are the emotional scars she’s suffering from the whole ordeal. Not that she’ll admit it. If you ask her, she’s doing JUST FINE thank you very much. So what if she cries herself to sleep, wakes in cold sweats and has crippling flashbacks. She’ll never admit it.

In an effort to prove that she’s okay, she’s spending the summer being, if possible, even more reckless than usual. She’s always been an adventure seeking adrenaline junkie, and always a little wild. But she’s a little different now. Some pieces of her died and some pieces grew from the ashes, feral and untamed.



“But you really need to listen to me
Because I'm telling you the truth
I mean this, I'm okay! Trust me.”




Phoebe Black, 16

Slytherin Sixth Year
Manipulative * Cunning * Determined


Phoebe is a fun-loving pureblood brat who will do just about anything to get her way. Her parents are powerful and rich and corrupt and she takes after them. She doesn't care too much about blood but she does care about power.

Wildly rich and popular, she's not one to mess with. She won't get her hands dirty, she's got people for that. She'll destroy you with a delicate fist if you stand in her way. But stay on her good side and you'll be sure to be invites to the best parties and have doors open to you that would normally be sealed shut.

She spends a lot of time at The Snake Pit, owned by her uncle Leo. 



“I may be bad
but I'm perfectly good at it”




Corrina Buzolic, 16

Hufflepuff Graduate
Metamorphmagus * Passionate * Sassy


AN ASPIRING FASHION DESIGNER WITH LITTLE TIME FOR FRIENDS BUT PLENTY OF TIME FOR ADMIRERS. A SLIGHTLY BROKEN METAMORPHMAGUS, HER SPECIALTY IS CHANGING HER HAIR AND EYES. GREAT AT HIDING HER TRUE EMOTIONS SHOULD THEY BE UNSAVORY, SHE IS A FIRM BELIEVER THAT A TRUE QUEEN SHOULD ALWAYS REMAIN COMPOSED.

She's recently graduated early from Hogwarts and is proud to report that at the age of 16 she's working De La Roux Fashion (one of the leading fashion labels) full time. 



“Im incredible, so unforgettable, so no one can take my place.
I'm unbreakable, highly flammable, so girl get out my face”




+ about 68 other charries, feel free to ask me about.

IF YA WANT TO THREAD OR CHAT, HIT ME UP!
LATER LOVELIES!

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1956 / Quidditch Sign Ups! Summer 1956
« on: 03/24/2019 at 18:10 »

Quidditch Sign Ups
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             WELCOME TO SUMMER QUIDDITCH!

Played before? Cool! Summer is a great time to get some practice in and have some fun playing with people outside of your own Houses! Come on over!

Never played before? NO WORRIES! Summer is the BEST time to learn! And, of course, we are here to help with anything! Right this way, please!

First things first! Check out the Quidditch Rules and this rundown of Quidditch Teams and Points! If it looks like a lot, don't worry! It's really quite simple to play once you get the hang of things! The best way to learn is getting in there and playing! And your summer refs are here to help!

The game will start on April 15th and run through April 25th! Sign up below!

Feel free to come to Artemis Marquis, Pilar Reina, or Logan Fetterly with any questions! See you on the Pitch!

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1955 / Don't Look Down // Eden
« on: 12/29/2018 at 03:17 »
Last Week of Summer
s u n s e t


Even though summer was coming to a close, there was so much that Artie hadn’t done yet at camp. Sure, she’d gotten into plenty of shenanigans and between her and Polly, she was actually surprised they were still allowed at camp. Or that the camp was even still standing. There wasn’t supposed to be any magic allowed here. But there had to have been some powerful forces at play to keep the kitchen from burning the whole joint down when the twins decided it would be oh-so-lovely to make cookies unsupervised.

(--really though, the cookies turned out okay if you had good strong teeth and were okay with the taste of volcanic ash--)

Tonight’s activity was fairly simple: tossing rocks off of the bridge as seeing if she could hear them clunk down to the valley below. She’s spend more time than she should have gathering the rocks. She wanted a variety of sizes and was easily distracted by the water at the creek and decided to take a swim. Now, wet hair drying in the dying sun, she trooped to the gorge weighed down by a backpack filled with stones.

But she wasn’t alone after all. A girl --smaller than her, probably like 7-- was blocking the entrance to the bridge. She’d never met her before, but Artie was never one to turn down company. So, with an impish grin pulling up her lips she said, “Hi! Whatcha doin’? Wanna throw some rocks off this bridge?”

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1955 / To Dye For // Pax+Twin
« on: 12/07/2018 at 05:53 »
“Thish ish gobba work fer sureee,” Artie said articulately around the cherry lollipop in her mouth. She pulled it out with a pop.

Brown eyes peeked over the couch they were sitting behind playing a convincing game of exploding snap. People were used to booms and bangs when it came to the Marquis twins. So nobody gave them more than a passing glance. Besides, most of them were off swimming or doing fun outsidy things. But not their target. Their target had just walked into the common area, which meant that they had to act fast.

“There he is!” she whispered, “Now, remember the plan. You gotta distract him s’long as ya can,” Polly was the distraction while Artie was the sneak. “Got the bottle? Sure it’s the right color?” she popped the lollipop in her mouth again and held her hand out for the tiny but powerful bottle.

“Ready?” she pulled the pop from her mouth and promptly shoved it into her twin’s long hair where it got properly gunked up and tangled. She gave it a twist for good measure as she screamed, “I SAID I WAS SORRY POLLY! WE’LL GET IT OUT! Umm,” she staged a dramatic glancing around, “Pax, help please! Mum’s gonna kill me if we gotta shave her bald!”

Realistic tears sprung to the girl’s eyes, bottom lip quivering as she tucked the bottle away in her back pocket.

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1955 / We All SCREAM // Twin
« on: 12/05/2018 at 01:36 »
July 15th
Noonish



“I need,” she said, clamping her tongue between her teeth as she placed the towering ice cream cone on top of her head, hands hovering as she held her head as still as it could get, “complete silence.”

It was an odd predicament. Artemis Marquis --who could never sit still-- sitting crosslegged and rigid as a statue. Her arms slowly lowering to rest on her kneecaps, all while an ice cream cone, complete with sprinkles, swayed minutely atop her head. Why? All it had taken was a simple word uttered from her sister’s mouth. (--”I dare you to hold that cone on your head for a full minute.”--)

It was completely quiet. For a grand total of about 7 seconds. And then Artie hummed a bit, “Y’know, Polly, I’m feelin' killer zen right now,” her eyes fluttered shut and she continued to hum to herself, “Bet I could do this for at least a half hour or somethin’”

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1955 / Tik Tok // Artie!
« on: 12/03/2018 at 03:38 »
Artemis
Marquis!

July 28th, Hogwarts Fourth Year

An adventure junkie with little regards for the rules, Artie Marquis is more than a handful. More than two handfuls, probably. Even more than that if she's with her identical twin, Apollo.

Artie is letting go of ropeswings into the water, scurrying up trees like a forest creature, skinned knees, ripped jeans, late nights filled with a thousand stars. She is wild laughter and messy space buns. She is untied shoelaces and dirty bare feet. She is falling asleep as the sun finally kisses her eyelids.

If you can keep up with her, she's a good time, a good laugh, and a good friend.


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