jeitaken | Entries tagged with full moon

*page is stained with sweat and ink*

[[Private, hackable to very close friends]]

..heh...

..hahahahaha, the fools: they'll be wondering by now. They won't think I've gone this way. If I'd taken the quickest route, I would be found inside the city

*heavy quill score in the parchment*

..one more hour... the tunnels will be open, and then I will be faster.

[[/private]]

*folks in London might see a thin, scruffy schoolboy with a pack slung over his shoulder legging it through the darkest alleys he can find, trying to get out of town -- or at least to a safe place -- before the moon rises*

[[Jei's taken his wolfsbane, so he won't be biting anyone tonight, but he's had it up to there and this will be his last night in London. Backdated to an hour before dark -- after dark, folks might see what appears to be a large but scrawny dog carrying the same pack and running full tilt for an unknown destination.]]

Current Music: blaring traffic horns

~~At least it's warmer~~ out this time of year....

History of Magic is a foolish series of never-ending tragedies. It feels foolish to say that a lesson can be learned from it; those who do are always destroyed by those those who refuse to learn....

..there must be another lesson to counteract.... *trailing off into a vague scribble*

[[Private to Paul; hackable to Jei's close friends]]

..How are the wards in that place? Last time, I felt... I almost felt free... Would you check?

[[/private]]

[[First line is where a strikeout went off-course and became an underline, so the second half of the sentence is readable. 'That place' refers to the Shrieking Shack, where Jei spends his full moons; he's afraid there might be a weak place in the wards that would allow him to escape. What goes on during those times is pretty obscure to him afterwards, except that it hurts. (For those who haven't met him yet: he's a werewolf, though very few people besides the teachers are aware of that.)]]

~~I hate the hospital wing....~~

[[Filtered to professors]]

I will not be in class today. The nurse thinks I have a temperature.

[[/filtered]]

Rukia, if you could feed my salamander tonight... just because I'm... not going to be in the dorm....?

*growls quietly to himself, feeling lonely and put upon; listens for Nurse Plum's presence, and then scratches at a large poultice encasing his left arm*

[[It's a minor infection, but disruptive enough to keep him in the Hospital Wing for a few days... much to his annoyance.]]

Current Mood: irritated
Current Location: Hospital Wing
Current Music: somebody snoring in the next cot over

~~Too close -- if the class hadn't gone so 29345682394629--!~~

Move! Coming through--

*running full tilt down towards the first floor, aura of D0000M so strong as to be noticed by anyone within sight of him, desperate to reach the Whomping Willow in time... augh, why does Ravenclaw Tower have to be so darned HIGH!?*

[[Forgot to take his potion today. D: If your character was aware that Jei has a secret, his activities this evening may be taken as a significant clue.
~~Should be doing homework, rly, but hey, it's full moon.~~]]

Current Music: Muse -- Time Is Running Out

Everyone is talking about picnics.....

[[Private, 10% hackable to friends]]

The air flows from the coast... the full moon, the running tide, the heavy stink of the people and the sea -- two more days and it's so much easier to concentrate during the day, with -- with....

The moon is whispering to me. He will ride high tonight; I can hear him.

[[/private]]

*closes his journal, listening for a moment to the quiet of the house; then slips out the door, fully intending to be back in time: he would never deliberately endanger the innocent, especially Vivi, but something deep within him is excited and stirred by the gravitational fluxes and the quality of the light on his skin, and the beach is right nearby, with the sun's last light glancing at him from the surface of the waves....*

Current Music: ..voices....

*writing is more uneven than usual, blotched where the quill was held at the wrong angle*

Can someone take notes for me I'm sick

[[Private]]

hate full moon         could fly and fly if they let me have a broom and
               be on the other side of the earth when it's night so
        hate when it was *jagged line*         cold

[[/private]]

*journal dangles from bruised, listless fingers as he stares blindly toward the ceiling, lip curled faintly over his teeth, shuddering faintly every now and then as Skelegro and nerve potions work their wonders on his fragile form*

Current Location: the Hospital Wing

In far-away Hogsmeade a scrawny wolf curls in upon itself, wailing at the moon. The transformation is never easy, and this time, barely sentient, the wolf knows only that something is going horribly wrong. Physical changes that should take only seconds are drawn out over several minutes: the heart labors, the lungs convulse, bones shift and reshift as though they have forgotten their true shape.

Outside, the last sliver of moon is swallowed by a creeping shadow. A halo of sunlight, filtered through the atmosphere of the occluding Earth, stains the disc a flaming, bloody red.

In the Shrieking Shack, a child in tattered robes pushes himself up on trembling arms. His eyes are inhuman, blind reflections of the eclipse set off by self-inflicted scratches on his face and neck. And he howls again... with the voice of one to whom the spoken word is a distant, fragmented memory.

[[TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE tonight at 8:40 EST, kiddies! Go out and view! In SHRP terms, UK residents will see the eclipse begin at 1:43, with the moon completely obscured at 3:01.]]

Heh heh heh....

I stopped the ROCK.

Maybe it's going away.

[[Private, 20% hackable, especially to people who know him]]

I hate this.... but I learned things from it:

-~~That professor~~ Some people know I am ~~an animal~~ a problem.
-~~Rukia~~ Somebody wants to be on my side. ~~She doesn't know.~~
-There is something else also looking after me. ~~I'm still alive.~~
-Right is wrong. (Or something like that.)
-~~River~~ SOME PEOPLE got away with not singing anything. Blah.

Professor Flitwick said he would cast a spell that would keep the wind and cold out of the room ~~while....~~. Maybe he's not that mean.

[[/private]]

[[Strikes scribbly and unreadable. Shortly after dinner Jei will disappear to the Shrieking Shack for the first night of this month's full moon. He will be Disillusioned and all will be carried out in great stealth, but feel free to notice that he's gone.]]

*High noon on a London street. The scruffy boy strides angrily along the pavement, his movements hitching a bit, a pressure bandage wrapped around his left hand. Eyes downcast, he navigates by ear, stopping short as a bicycle nearly runs him down.*

*Some things have moved around since he last wandered these avenues, but he is soon learning his way again, identifying by sound and smell the shops, alleys, and byways far from the stone house to which he must return before dark. His face is set in a permanent scowl, his smudged cheeks bearing traces of recent agony, though the outer wounds have been healed or carefully masked. December's full moon couldn't have been more inconveniently timed.*

*The cold bites his nose; he drags a sleeve across his face, thinking bitterly about the school from which he had been snatched the previous day. He is a Ravenclaw. Knowledge is power. Someday, someday the stone house will be too small to hold him, and then the city will be his own.*

[[Backdated to noon today. If your character is in or around London, you're welcome to encounter Jei ~~as it's a big place and I have no idea where he is~~.]]

Madame Pomfrey says I will have no scars ~~this time~~. I do not like her.

The play was... strong. Intense. Your acting was very believable, Pique.

[[Private]]

So it draws to a close. I will sleep in my own bed tonight -- if nobody has put frog spawn in it again. But I am watching those in my room and will find out which is... the.....

[[/private]]

*..nodding off in class*

[[Jei now has several plasters on his hands and face and looks like he hasn't slept for a year. He'll be falling asleep in the Great Hall, the Ravenclaw common room, and most of his first-year classes.]]

...

*page is spotted with a few silent tears*

[[Feel free to notice that starting last night, Jei will be missing from the first-year Ravenclaw dorms for three nights in a row. Staff, of course, will know where he's gone.]]