RP: Twilight fun
Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Azkaban Guards (NPC), Auror (NPC)
Date: 15 October 1999, Twilight
Location: Azkaban Prison, Ward 5
Summary: Fenrir has a mostly one sided conversation with his guards.
Status: Closed
Completion: Complete
WARNING:Vulgarity
"So I'm just wondering, what are two fine upstanding magicians doing guarding me? Surely you'd much rather be doing something else?" lilting his voice slightly into a half question. If they wouldn't answer him he would poke and prod long into the night. Fenrir was obviously skilled at getting under person's skin, almost as good at it figuratively as he was literally. Even elite Azkaban guards were not an exception to this.
Shadows were lengthening as the night drew its gentle curtain over the sun, making it hard to see where exactly Fenrir was in the cell. "And its not like the Ministry can be giving you all that much of a salary to stand there and sweat. Can you believe this bloody heat, I feel like I'm on a beach in one of those magazines the Muggles have with nude women on them. I bet you wish you were there, with them, in them," he said this last bit with a click of his teeth near the bars of the door. No reaction at all. Fenrir ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, rolled his shoulders to ease a kink in the muscles in case he needed to jump someone.
"Say, that woman in that paper you have there Joe, isn't she something. Of course out of your league, married birds take a bit of finesse to loosen up that you haven't got the balls for," reading the paper in the guard's hand, he saw it was a week old issue of the Daily Prophet. He'd already read every word on the page the guard had open, which carried most of the story to him about zone opening between France and England. The guard started to abruptly close his paper when Fenrir decided to push the envelope while the guard was still alarmed and nervous, "Good man, stick to your own bird and pray I'm never abound in the land to rip off her pretty face and stick it up your tight arse. I can hear her now, screaming for her eyes--"
The guard turned and almost put his hand through the bars in an attempt to choke the prisoner except for the Auror who had cooly observed Fenrir's antics. A cautious hand steadied the hot-headed guard until he noticed Fenrir was ready to break his arm the moment a finger came within reach of him. His hair moved like a mane, the infamous Greyback name suddenly brought to the forefront of the guard's mind. Not even one of the wizards who obtained the coveted position on Auror-in-training, the guard would have been no match for the serial killer.
Greyback's and the Auror's eyes were locked. Eyes the color of blue steel returned the look of amber fire, and it was suddenly apparent to the guard they were each the only sources of color in the place. Having taken himself aside of the two formidable figures he shivered at the tension between the two. The desires to kill were enough to make him nauseated.
Suddenly Fenrir released his grip on the door window bars and flung himself back into the darkness of his cell. The sun had set in the time he'd spent antagonizing the guard. The Aurors obviously remembered last week's incident. He would have to come up with a more cunning plan if he really meant to escape.
One thing he had obtained: the paper had a lunar forecast in the margin. In just ten days there would be another full moon, and in just ten days Greyback would be free.
Date: 15 October 1999, Twilight
Location: Azkaban Prison, Ward 5
Summary: Fenrir has a mostly one sided conversation with his guards.
Status: Closed
Completion: Complete
WARNING:Vulgarity
"So I'm just wondering, what are two fine upstanding magicians doing guarding me? Surely you'd much rather be doing something else?" lilting his voice slightly into a half question. If they wouldn't answer him he would poke and prod long into the night. Fenrir was obviously skilled at getting under person's skin, almost as good at it figuratively as he was literally. Even elite Azkaban guards were not an exception to this.
Shadows were lengthening as the night drew its gentle curtain over the sun, making it hard to see where exactly Fenrir was in the cell. "And its not like the Ministry can be giving you all that much of a salary to stand there and sweat. Can you believe this bloody heat, I feel like I'm on a beach in one of those magazines the Muggles have with nude women on them. I bet you wish you were there, with them, in them," he said this last bit with a click of his teeth near the bars of the door. No reaction at all. Fenrir ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, rolled his shoulders to ease a kink in the muscles in case he needed to jump someone.
"Say, that woman in that paper you have there Joe, isn't she something. Of course out of your league, married birds take a bit of finesse to loosen up that you haven't got the balls for," reading the paper in the guard's hand, he saw it was a week old issue of the Daily Prophet. He'd already read every word on the page the guard had open, which carried most of the story to him about zone opening between France and England. The guard started to abruptly close his paper when Fenrir decided to push the envelope while the guard was still alarmed and nervous, "Good man, stick to your own bird and pray I'm never abound in the land to rip off her pretty face and stick it up your tight arse. I can hear her now, screaming for her eyes--"
The guard turned and almost put his hand through the bars in an attempt to choke the prisoner except for the Auror who had cooly observed Fenrir's antics. A cautious hand steadied the hot-headed guard until he noticed Fenrir was ready to break his arm the moment a finger came within reach of him. His hair moved like a mane, the infamous Greyback name suddenly brought to the forefront of the guard's mind. Not even one of the wizards who obtained the coveted position on Auror-in-training, the guard would have been no match for the serial killer.
Greyback's and the Auror's eyes were locked. Eyes the color of blue steel returned the look of amber fire, and it was suddenly apparent to the guard they were each the only sources of color in the place. Having taken himself aside of the two formidable figures he shivered at the tension between the two. The desires to kill were enough to make him nauseated.
Suddenly Fenrir released his grip on the door window bars and flung himself back into the darkness of his cell. The sun had set in the time he'd spent antagonizing the guard. The Aurors obviously remembered last week's incident. He would have to come up with a more cunning plan if he really meant to escape.
One thing he had obtained: the paper had a lunar forecast in the margin. In just ten days there would be another full moon, and in just ten days Greyback would be free.