Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 6:18:09 GMT -8
EDGAR ABRAHAM BONES-- 17 -- GRYFFINDOR
full name: edgar abraham bones
nicknames: ed, eddy
age: seventeen
birthplace: cavenham, england
blood-type: half blood
sexuality: homosexual
year/occupation: seventh
three words to describe character: awkward, kleptomaniac, friendly
play by: brant daugherty
Dario was talking to himself as he walked down the hallway, then the stairs, leaving behind the beta he’d just befriended… or something along those lines anyway. “God damn basement. What bullshit.” He kept muttering to himself with a terse shake of his head, he’d been stuck with a basement room. He hated basements. He apparently developed a mild case of claustrophobia. That wasn’t going to stop him from searching out his room. The fact that he was on the lowest level made him hopeful that there wouldn’t be anyone around who’d fuck with him.
He was attempting to be optimistic. It didn’t want to work to well, as more oaths galore escaped from his mouth as he tripped at the top of the stairs on the laces of his boots. He glared at them and ran a hand through his copper colored hair impatiently. He thought of stopping to tie them and changed his mind. Just get to your room. That was his current goal. Get to his room and determine if it was actually worth the effort. He was still topless and his pants were being difficult as well, nearly falling off as he thumped down the stairway into that first room he’d come in to.
Holding the pesky pants up with one hand he took a moment to admire his surroundings again. This place was very weird, he decided. He then went back to the task at hand, warm eyes searching the room. He found his shirt in a limp pile a few feet away from a chair. He picked it up and pulled it on quickly, rolling his shoulders to adjust it. He then searched out his bags. One and two, he picked them up and let the straps rest on his shoulders as he looked around him, now lost.
“Okay basement, ya need to be magically appearing now.” He muttered as he walked forward hesitantly. He gave up. He didn't know where he was going. Fuck it all. He dropped his bags with two heavy thumps, hands scrounging in his pockets for his cigarettes. He found them and grinned suddenly, tongue poking out in concentration as he groped for his lighter. He didn’t find it, instead coming across a pack of matches. Whatever worked.
He pulled out a small white stick grinned affectionately at it and quickly lit up, swearing at the match until it lit. He shook his hand to put out the match, taking a deep breath of the sweet cigarette. His nerves calmed some and he moved around again, looking for a door. He didn’t see any and it was frustrating being lost. Shoulda asked for more directions, doofus.
nicknames: ed, eddy
age: seventeen
birthplace: cavenham, england
blood-type: half blood
sexuality: homosexual
year/occupation: seventh
three words to describe character: awkward, kleptomaniac, friendly
play by: brant daugherty
Dario was talking to himself as he walked down the hallway, then the stairs, leaving behind the beta he’d just befriended… or something along those lines anyway. “God damn basement. What bullshit.” He kept muttering to himself with a terse shake of his head, he’d been stuck with a basement room. He hated basements. He apparently developed a mild case of claustrophobia. That wasn’t going to stop him from searching out his room. The fact that he was on the lowest level made him hopeful that there wouldn’t be anyone around who’d fuck with him.
He was attempting to be optimistic. It didn’t want to work to well, as more oaths galore escaped from his mouth as he tripped at the top of the stairs on the laces of his boots. He glared at them and ran a hand through his copper colored hair impatiently. He thought of stopping to tie them and changed his mind. Just get to your room. That was his current goal. Get to his room and determine if it was actually worth the effort. He was still topless and his pants were being difficult as well, nearly falling off as he thumped down the stairway into that first room he’d come in to.
Holding the pesky pants up with one hand he took a moment to admire his surroundings again. This place was very weird, he decided. He then went back to the task at hand, warm eyes searching the room. He found his shirt in a limp pile a few feet away from a chair. He picked it up and pulled it on quickly, rolling his shoulders to adjust it. He then searched out his bags. One and two, he picked them up and let the straps rest on his shoulders as he looked around him, now lost.
“Okay basement, ya need to be magically appearing now.” He muttered as he walked forward hesitantly. He gave up. He didn't know where he was going. Fuck it all. He dropped his bags with two heavy thumps, hands scrounging in his pockets for his cigarettes. He found them and grinned suddenly, tongue poking out in concentration as he groped for his lighter. He didn’t find it, instead coming across a pack of matches. Whatever worked.
He pulled out a small white stick grinned affectionately at it and quickly lit up, swearing at the match until it lit. He shook his hand to put out the match, taking a deep breath of the sweet cigarette. His nerves calmed some and he moved around again, looking for a door. He didn’t see any and it was frustrating being lost. Shoulda asked for more directions, doofus.
RABBIT -- 24 -- NONE
