0308: Death Masks - Ms. Rosebloom
Spent today digging through mothballs. I'd never actually met a mothball in person before... they brought back fond memories of high school chemistry. The class was supposed to work on experiments in groups of three, but there were thirty-two people in the class. The leftovers were always me and a guy who is now working on a Ph.D. in philosophy, and the third member of our group was always Harvey.
I will try to get the Golden Bubotuber Polls up tonight.
TITLE: Death Masks
PERPETRATOR: Neun
SUE-O-METER:
(bad)
FULL NAME: none yet, beyond that she is not 'Ms. Rosebloom'
SPECIES: Human/Muggle
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: no idea - she just seems to suddenly appear in the middle of a bunch of Death Eaters, then ends up in St. Mungo's and is rescued by Snape.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: for some reason she is important to the Death Eaters, despite being a Muggle.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: hearing voices.
NOTES: This one actually has me intrigued. I consider it a Sue in potentia, since we don't even know the main character's name yet. Based on the text alone, there's a half-decent chance it might not turn out to be a Sue.
The author's notes, however, do not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling.
SAMPLE:
Death Masks
Chapter 1
A/N: Plot bunny fever. This bit me in the ass. This is what I get for watching Harry Potter before I go to bed. I really should be working on my other shit, but what the hey.
Disclaimer: I’ve read little of Harry Potter, and I’ve only seen the two movies. So if anything is out of order, remind yourselves. This is fan fiction, if you expect it to be cannon you should step out of the gene pool. Get your panties out of that knot.
I’d also like to add that I’m not really fond of Harry Potter because I find it too annoying and quirky. (Refer to plot bunny as to why I wrote this). But there are some high points that I really enjoy and this most likely will end up as a ‘here’s a piece of my mind thing’. Yes.
Did I mention I own nothing? Well I don’t.
Bright light surrounded her, making it hard to see. She was vaguely aware of yelling and someone muttering angrily, but other then that she knew nothing. She managed to catch snippets of conversation as she weaved in and out of conscience, but she wasn’t able to piece anything together to make a lick of sense.
Suddenly someone grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. Up until that point she wasn’t aware of the fact that she was sitting up. She thought that she was lying down.
“Answer me!” A voice hissed, rank breath hitting her in the face. She groaned pitifully and turned her head to the side, trying to avoid the horrid stench. She found she was being shook again and quickly decided she wasn’t too keen on it. She whimpered and slapped out randomly, satisfied when her palm found purchase.
All was quiet as she drew her arms to her chest in a mock attempt to ward off any harm that one would do to her.
Then suddenly she felt the floor crack her head as she landed ungracefully on her side.
“Answer me, you little muggle bitch!” A voice shrieked as she was dragged to her feet. She repressed the urge to vomit as vertigo kicked in, making her feel woozy and disoriented. I feel so weak… She thought, feeling a vital source of energy near her. Not able to control herself, she reached out with her mind, grasping a tuft from the aura in front of her. Before she had time to savor the feeling of added life force, she was dropped to the floor as the person holding her recoiled.
“What is it?” Someone hissed off to her right.
“The little whore!” The person yelled, kneeling down to her level. Due to the little tid bit of stolen life force, she found enough energy to manage to crack open an eye and take in a glimpse of her surroundings. It was only a glimpse however, because as soon as her eye was open she found herself bouncing across the floor, a tingling sensation coursing through her body.
Little sister, do you pray? A voice asked, sounding from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
“What?” She croaked, craning her head to the side in an attempt to figure out where the voice was coming from. She was answered with a boot to the gut. She folded in on herself, weeping.
Little sister, do you want to leave here? The same voice asked, only this time sounding as if it were directly above her.
“Yes!” She cried as her body shuddered from the pain of the repeated attacks. The people around her, though they had started to fade out of her perception, she heard them muttering questioningly amongst themselves. It occurred to her that they couldn’t hear the voice. Oh god, she thought, I’ve lost it. I’m hearing voices.
Her body tingled more fiercely and the girl became vaguely aware of the stench of burning flesh. Her flesh. She screamed loudly, her mouth open in a yawn of agony as her skin sizzled under the force of… of what, she didn’t know. But it was painful.
“Take me away. Please.” She whimpered, pleading with what ever was there; human, voice in her head, anything that would alleviate the pain.
“Scream, bitch! Scream!” The same, rank breath blew over her face making her vomit. Again, she felt the sting as someone struck her face and again, she rolled across the floor. “Fucking muggle!” Another kick to the gut. And another. And another.
She could taste the warm, coppery flavor of blood as it flowed into her mouth. The vomit and the blood created a stench that made her long for one of her assailant’s bad breath.
As suddenly as it began, the attack stopped. She lay there weeping in the quiet for what felt like an eternity when she finally managed to muster enough strength to push herself up onto her elbows. After a few attempts she finally managed to crack open a swollen eye and was shocked by the vast amounts of blood mingled vomit that surrounded her and the blood that continued to stream from various wounds and pool beneath her.
“Over here! This way!” A voice yelled. A pang of fear surged through her heart at the voice. She didn’t think it sounded familiar, but it was definitely headed her way; and mostly because of her previous company, she wasn’t in the mood to see if these people would mean her harm.
She tried to drag herself away, but only got a few feet before her arms gave out. She collapsed sobbing, a smeared trail of blood marking her progress of five feet from her previous spot.
The footfalls got closer and she found herself retching more. She was surprised that she still had anything in her belly to vomit up; she had vomited so much that day. “There! There she is!”
Upon hearing the voice she started to wail, sure that who ever was there would continue the assault until she was nothing more then a fine bloody pulp. She clenched her fists in her hair as she curled into a fetal position, her belly still sore from the abuse.
The foot falls stopped and the voices were silent, not to mention she could feel their eyes boring into her back. With effort, she managed to silence her cries and turn to face them. One of the individuals let out a gasp at the sight of her, but she didn’t care.
“Please take me somewhere safe.” She whispered, hoping she was loud enough for them to hear. They started to move around her and discuss what she hoped were plans for moving her. She caught a few words, but much like before it wasn’t enough to piece together anything solid.
“Do you know her?” Someone asked.
“I think she may be a Ravenclaw.”
“Is she even a Hogwarts student?”
Not knowing what to make of what she was hearing, she decided to tune everything out altogether. The voices dulled to a hum as she concentrated on not feeling the pain of the abrasions and breaks that riddled her body.
I will try to get the Golden Bubotuber Polls up tonight.
TITLE: Death Masks
PERPETRATOR: Neun
SUE-O-METER:
(bad)
FULL NAME: none yet, beyond that she is not 'Ms. Rosebloom'
SPECIES: Human/Muggle
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none mentioned
POSESSIONS: none mentioned
ORIGIN: no idea - she just seems to suddenly appear in the middle of a bunch of Death Eaters, then ends up in St. Mungo's and is rescued by Snape.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: for some reason she is important to the Death Eaters, despite being a Muggle.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: hearing voices.
NOTES: This one actually has me intrigued. I consider it a Sue in potentia, since we don't even know the main character's name yet. Based on the text alone, there's a half-decent chance it might not turn out to be a Sue.
The author's notes, however, do not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling.
SAMPLE:
Death Masks
Chapter 1
A/N: Plot bunny fever. This bit me in the ass. This is what I get for watching Harry Potter before I go to bed. I really should be working on my other shit, but what the hey.
Disclaimer: I’ve read little of Harry Potter, and I’ve only seen the two movies. So if anything is out of order, remind yourselves. This is fan fiction, if you expect it to be cannon you should step out of the gene pool. Get your panties out of that knot.
I’d also like to add that I’m not really fond of Harry Potter because I find it too annoying and quirky. (Refer to plot bunny as to why I wrote this). But there are some high points that I really enjoy and this most likely will end up as a ‘here’s a piece of my mind thing’. Yes.
Did I mention I own nothing? Well I don’t.
Bright light surrounded her, making it hard to see. She was vaguely aware of yelling and someone muttering angrily, but other then that she knew nothing. She managed to catch snippets of conversation as she weaved in and out of conscience, but she wasn’t able to piece anything together to make a lick of sense.
Suddenly someone grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently. Up until that point she wasn’t aware of the fact that she was sitting up. She thought that she was lying down.
“Answer me!” A voice hissed, rank breath hitting her in the face. She groaned pitifully and turned her head to the side, trying to avoid the horrid stench. She found she was being shook again and quickly decided she wasn’t too keen on it. She whimpered and slapped out randomly, satisfied when her palm found purchase.
All was quiet as she drew her arms to her chest in a mock attempt to ward off any harm that one would do to her.
Then suddenly she felt the floor crack her head as she landed ungracefully on her side.
“Answer me, you little muggle bitch!” A voice shrieked as she was dragged to her feet. She repressed the urge to vomit as vertigo kicked in, making her feel woozy and disoriented. I feel so weak… She thought, feeling a vital source of energy near her. Not able to control herself, she reached out with her mind, grasping a tuft from the aura in front of her. Before she had time to savor the feeling of added life force, she was dropped to the floor as the person holding her recoiled.
“What is it?” Someone hissed off to her right.
“The little whore!” The person yelled, kneeling down to her level. Due to the little tid bit of stolen life force, she found enough energy to manage to crack open an eye and take in a glimpse of her surroundings. It was only a glimpse however, because as soon as her eye was open she found herself bouncing across the floor, a tingling sensation coursing through her body.
Little sister, do you pray? A voice asked, sounding from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
“What?” She croaked, craning her head to the side in an attempt to figure out where the voice was coming from. She was answered with a boot to the gut. She folded in on herself, weeping.
Little sister, do you want to leave here? The same voice asked, only this time sounding as if it were directly above her.
“Yes!” She cried as her body shuddered from the pain of the repeated attacks. The people around her, though they had started to fade out of her perception, she heard them muttering questioningly amongst themselves. It occurred to her that they couldn’t hear the voice. Oh god, she thought, I’ve lost it. I’m hearing voices.
Her body tingled more fiercely and the girl became vaguely aware of the stench of burning flesh. Her flesh. She screamed loudly, her mouth open in a yawn of agony as her skin sizzled under the force of… of what, she didn’t know. But it was painful.
“Take me away. Please.” She whimpered, pleading with what ever was there; human, voice in her head, anything that would alleviate the pain.
“Scream, bitch! Scream!” The same, rank breath blew over her face making her vomit. Again, she felt the sting as someone struck her face and again, she rolled across the floor. “Fucking muggle!” Another kick to the gut. And another. And another.
She could taste the warm, coppery flavor of blood as it flowed into her mouth. The vomit and the blood created a stench that made her long for one of her assailant’s bad breath.
As suddenly as it began, the attack stopped. She lay there weeping in the quiet for what felt like an eternity when she finally managed to muster enough strength to push herself up onto her elbows. After a few attempts she finally managed to crack open a swollen eye and was shocked by the vast amounts of blood mingled vomit that surrounded her and the blood that continued to stream from various wounds and pool beneath her.
“Over here! This way!” A voice yelled. A pang of fear surged through her heart at the voice. She didn’t think it sounded familiar, but it was definitely headed her way; and mostly because of her previous company, she wasn’t in the mood to see if these people would mean her harm.
She tried to drag herself away, but only got a few feet before her arms gave out. She collapsed sobbing, a smeared trail of blood marking her progress of five feet from her previous spot.
The footfalls got closer and she found herself retching more. She was surprised that she still had anything in her belly to vomit up; she had vomited so much that day. “There! There she is!”
Upon hearing the voice she started to wail, sure that who ever was there would continue the assault until she was nothing more then a fine bloody pulp. She clenched her fists in her hair as she curled into a fetal position, her belly still sore from the abuse.
The foot falls stopped and the voices were silent, not to mention she could feel their eyes boring into her back. With effort, she managed to silence her cries and turn to face them. One of the individuals let out a gasp at the sight of her, but she didn’t care.
“Please take me somewhere safe.” She whispered, hoping she was loud enough for them to hear. They started to move around her and discuss what she hoped were plans for moving her. She caught a few words, but much like before it wasn’t enough to piece together anything solid.
“Do you know her?” Someone asked.
“I think she may be a Ravenclaw.”
“Is she even a Hogwarts student?”
Not knowing what to make of what she was hearing, she decided to tune everything out altogether. The voices dulled to a hum as she concentrated on not feeling the pain of the abrasions and breaks that riddled her body.