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[13 Jun 2006|12:39am] |
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This is a cry for help.
I'm about to die of boredom/too much studying/various other reasons and am about to kill/murder/strangel a good number of rambunctious lower years.
Someone distract me before I become a wanted man.
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[22 May 2006|07:51am] |
UUUUUUUUUUUGH
Hey guys!
As my boyfriend and my mother are terribly sneaky and loving people, I went out for breakfast this past saturday morning and ended up on a flight to texas. For the past month or so, my mum and Theo have been planning on a way to get me out here for my sister's graduation without my knowing it... so... tada! I'm here.
Now, what this means is I may not be on as much in the coming week, and definitly not alot this weekend. During the week, during the day while Ariana's at school, I can be on more, but in the evenings and such I won't be on for obvious reasons.
erm... thinking... I think thats all. I apologize for inactiveness lately. I've been having a bit of a hard time of things, but I really think that this little visit (and getting to talk to my sister whom I haven't seen for ages) will straighten things up. I've been horribly homesick for my mum and sister and, on top of that, horribly ill. But I'm feeling much better, so when I get back, look out!
I love you all and thank you/apologize for you know, everything and such.
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[19 May 2006|12:58pm] |
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terry tried not to run, but, honestly, the prospect of being with Malcolm was nearly too much to bear. He walked at a fast pace until he came around the corner and he saw Malcolm standing outside the Slytherin Commons looking as perfect as ever. His pace sped up until he was at Malcolm, pressing him to the stone and kissing him quite suddenly.
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[04 May 2006|01:22pm] |
Histpry of Magic. Honestly, What's the use? I understand the whole, 'if we don't learn form our pasts, we are doomed to repeat it' thing, but if no one even listens in that class, what's the point in taking it? I for one know for a fact that the only person who actually stays awakein that class is one Hermione Granger, and I've seen her even look bored in there.
That being said...
I fell asleep in History of Magic, anyone know what happened in there today?
(:
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[23 Apr 2006|01:08pm] |
It's... odd, really... how normal things are, here. How quikly things go back to... nothingness.
How quickly I can just fade back into the crowd.
I quite like it.
ooc: ok, so... trying to get back into the swing of things. I need people to plot with, please please please... and I also need a short update? over what xactly is going on here. IC or OOC, I don't care... I'm just very very lost.
Much love, kids.
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[17 Apr 2006|07:43pm] |
Right. So. I'm back at school!
Erm. Alot has changed, really.
if... if anyone feels like they would be... able to fill me in on what has gone on in my... in my absence, go right on ahead.
Merlin, I missed you guys.
Anyone have the transfiguration notes? I... didn't make it to that class today...
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[13 Apr 2006|03:18pm] |
Right, so i was thinking of using the lead singer of the All American Rejects as Terry, as Terry's curly hair is a big part of him. Problem? Can't find many pictures of him. Solution? Help me?
Haha, or if you know of anyone suitable... (dark curly hair, a bit on the thin side...) to use for terry, it would be GREATLY appreciated.
thanks
Eli.
PS, I'll get to actually posting, soon. I just have to get with Tina first because of plotting ideas.
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[12 Apr 2006|02:59pm] |
I'm going to be doing major renovations to this journal, including Terry's face. I'll be doing all of that tomorrow, all day, so there will be major changes.
In the meantime, I'm so happy to be back. There was something missing from my (new) life and I think this may have jsut filled it. I missed you guys.
-Eli
PS. Is there a friending button floating around here that I can zap and get the correct journals friended?
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[12 Sep 2005|08:18pm] |
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( Note to Malcolm )
Terry stood outside quite near the crevasse where they had their first...encounter. He smiled slightly as he remembered that encounter. Cigarettes, snow and... and a very Happy Terry. He had just lit a cigarette when he heard footsteps coming closer. He blew out the smoke as he turned to see who it was.
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[04 Sep 2005|06:38pm] |
Terry sat in ravenclaw tower, so bored he could hardly see straight. He was the only one left there, the rest with their friends or with their books or in bed. He sighed, flicking small strips of parchment at the fireplace, watching them burn, then tearing off another piece and flicking it again.
So this was fifth year.
He closed his eyes, just about to drift off to sleep before he heard someone come into the room. He hadn't realied how late it had gotten.
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[21 Aug 2005|12:38pm] |
I've been told that I've been way too anti-social.
Am trying to remidy that.
Please, if you're interested in forging some sort of friendship, post here with certain information that would be of use in said friendship.
I'm Terry Boot. going to be a 5th year this year. Ravenclaw.
[//ooc:Really, I've moved to London last week so I've not been on for the past month or so because of it. I've been slacking off and I hate myself for it because I love LOVE this RP. I realized during tea today that I don't know half of the characters here anymore and my friends page doesn't reflect the community's friends page at all. If you would please post here so I can add all of youand know your characters and such. Terry needs friends and I need to be back in the loop. my AIM is fornexuk and my MSN is starryeyes_15_2003@htomail.com if you want to plot because plotting is cool. I waaaaaant to RP badly so.... yeah. Stuff anf stuff. THANKS GUYS. much love, Eli.
EDIT: oh yes, and I would like to change my PB from Brandon Boyd to Ben Jelen. ANy objections? Mods? Anyone? Thanks.]
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[05 Aug 2005|12:08am] |
Malcolm?
I want you to come visit me... if you... can.
I want yout o see where I live...
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[05 Jul 2005|04:39pm] |
Still stuck here.
Yeah.
it's boring... and I want... some sort of entertainment.
I'll accept owls, food, any sort of games or jokes or songs.
Will not accept proposals of marriage, any sort of poisonus food or plant, or anyone's younger siblings.
Will most definitly accept company. From anyone, really.
Cheers.
Hope your summer is going better than mine.
terry.
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[24 Jun 2005|10:26pm] |
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Terry, sitting on his bed in St.Mungo's, really really knowing that he really, really shouldn't have to be here, sighed. He was cured... mostly. Well... he was fine so long as he was with Malcolm. And he had the spell on him. And nothing was wrong with either he or Malcolm or anyone in their near vacinity. And no animals were about. And they were some place clean.
Really, he was healed.
After composing and sending a letter to his mother, Malcolm and Luna, thanking her for the quibbler, Terry got to work on a ( Letter to Robbie )
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[17 Jun 2005|10:58pm] |
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Terry ran down to slytherin dorms, saying the password he knew by heart and taking the stairs to Malcolm's dorm two at a time. "Mal?" he said, opening the door, quite out of breath. His hair was mussed, chirt half tucked in, half out and his pants were falling down. Pulling on one side of them with one hand he pushed his hair back, stepping into the room...
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[16 Jun 2005|10:42pm] |
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So I got called home early because my Mum got sick. They took her to St.Mungo's and they figured out she just found out she had a food allergy. Quite comical, really, in that Oh look, My Mum's face looks like a giant pink ballon and she's high off of her arse and trying to buy me presents way.
But I'm back in time for all the good stuff I hope.
am I back for all the good stuff?
Someone please inform me what the hell's going on here...
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[24 May 2005|01:01pm] |
Terry was lying in a particularly inviting patch of sunlight by the lake, idly reading a book, thinking that he really should be studying for the impending finals, though they were still weeks away.
He sighed, pushing back his curls and staring up at the blue sky. He had immediately taken advantage of this gorgeous day, as had many others, when he woke up late that morning.
As he knew he most likely would, he heard footsteps to his right. Sheilding his eyes from the sun, Terry looked up to see who was coming up to him.
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[14 May 2005|11:07pm] |
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Terry walked into the Entrance hall. It felt like years since he'd been back here and as he looked around, the whole building seemed foreign to him. Running a hand over his curls, Terry blinked sedately. he spell that had been put on him to keep him pliant hadn't yet worn off, and he walked slowly down to the slytherin common room as if in a dream, in a fog. He knocked on the portal hard, calling out in a sing-song voice "maaaaaaaaaalcolm....."
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[11 May 2005|05:18pm] |
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Terry lay in anguish in his old bed in St.Mungo's. Malcolm hated him. he knew it. he couldn't freak out like that and have Malcolm not hate him.
The only thing that he would not let the mediwizards take from him was the bell around his neck. Gave one of them a black eye for it. They actually managed to take it from him until he started screaming non stop and running into things. Then they gave it back.
That's what I thought, bitches...
Terry swallowed. He wanted.. he needed Malcolm here. the dream would all be over when Malcolm got there. Knowing that nothing would happen because of it... knowing Malcolm had thrown the bell out,Terry rang it violently. He rang it as hard as he could for as long as he could. He rang it until he fell asleep, hand still clutching the small silver bell.
He needed Him.
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