[closed-ish? // the grounds are alive and the wind has dropped]
Who: Bellatrix Lestrange lestrangestone, Yazoo velvet_zealot & Draco Malfoy in_leatherpants.
When: Today.
Where: In the city, proper.
Format: Whatever works? I'll start with paragraph. But I know I'll switch to action later.
What: Bella wants to see if Draco has what it takes to be horrible. Torturing Natives is fun!
Warnings: Awful people, violence. The usual amount of angst and hate. Now with guns!
The sudden start that comes with Apparating here is never pleasant, but she is less irritable in the light of recent victories. Whispers are everywhere - this city is sick with them - and they have passed easily thanks to whatever caused truths to fly from the lips of most.
Letting go of Draco's hand, Bellatrix looks toward the mist-wrapped gloom of the street. It's half-dark and dull even though it's day. The sun shrinks behind clouds and mist as if it doesn't want much to do with any of this - and maybe it shouldn't. She likes this weather better anyway.
The silhouette in the flickering lamplight just a space away from them? It may be who she's looking for.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." she whispers, and flashes a smile at her nephew.
It only half matters if it's Yazoo that steps out of the obscuring mist. She's ready to play, regardless.
Are you, Draco?
When: Today.
Where: In the city, proper.
Format: Whatever works? I'll start with paragraph. But I know I'll switch to action later.
What: Bella wants to see if Draco has what it takes to be horrible. Torturing Natives is fun!
Warnings: Awful people, violence. The usual amount of angst and hate. Now with guns!
The sudden start that comes with Apparating here is never pleasant, but she is less irritable in the light of recent victories. Whispers are everywhere - this city is sick with them - and they have passed easily thanks to whatever caused truths to fly from the lips of most.
Letting go of Draco's hand, Bellatrix looks toward the mist-wrapped gloom of the street. It's half-dark and dull even though it's day. The sun shrinks behind clouds and mist as if it doesn't want much to do with any of this - and maybe it shouldn't. She likes this weather better anyway.
The silhouette in the flickering lamplight just a space away from them? It may be who she's looking for.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." she whispers, and flashes a smile at her nephew.
It only half matters if it's Yazoo that steps out of the obscuring mist. She's ready to play, regardless.
Are you, Draco?