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Open RP: Warning, there is an emo!Brice on the premises.

Jan 13, 2007 18:22

((Feel free to poke Brice! He needs to meet people.))Brice had left the Hospital Wing earlier that morning, and now he was just walking aimlessly around the school grounds. He was as usual dressed in his jeans and a t-shirt, with a grey hoodie over it for warmth though he technically didn't need it. Angels didn't freeze. And he was an angel again ( Read more... )

mayday parker, dean winchester, brice de winter, rp, christine daae, morfin gaunt, michael scott

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mightymorfin January 13 2007, 18:00:59 UTC

Morfin decided today would be a great day to try to build a snow-Morfin! Then he saw a guy throwing rocks into the lake. "Hi! Are you playing skipping-stones?" His curiosity was such that he neglected to say his name was Morfin and he was a Hufflepuff.

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 18:32:19 UTC

Brice turned slowly and blinked. Okay, so... Right. He hadn't exactly been expecting company.

"Skipping-stones?" he repeated dumbly. "No, I'm... I..." He sighed. "Yeah. Skipping-stones. That's what I'm doing." And he hurled another pebble, which disappeared with a somewhat less-than-satisfying 'plop' underneath the lake surface. "These stones just won't skip very well," he added glumly.

mightymorfin January 14 2007, 01:06:34 UTC

"We could enchant them to be lighter," suggested Morfin helpfully.

angelicbadboy January 14 2007, 01:59:26 UTC

Brice almost smiled. Almost. It was more of a twitch in the corner of his mouth.

"I suppose that is a possibility. But that would be cheating, wouldn't it?"

office_michael January 13 2007, 21:38:25 UTC

Michael hadn't really taken much time to explore the castle and its surroundings. He had been so focused on his parchment business and his "gay little problem" that he had spent most of the time he had been at Hogwarts inside. If only someone from his office were there to aid him with all these things. At this point, he'd even be happy to see Dwight, although he far preferred Jim or Pam...or Ryan. Especially Ryan.

But today he had decided to wander around outside, just to get his bearings. He was walking the perimeter of the lake, thinking about how much it sucked to be gay and how he missed Jan Levinson, when he saw a figure throwing pebbles into the water.

A potential customer? Someone who might be able to help deflower him? Or maybe even someone who might be able to help out with some capital for the oil investment scheme he was hoping to get in on?

There was only one way to find out.

He approached Brice, shivering slightly from the cold. "Hey. And who might you be, my fair lad?" Ah yes, Michael's good ol' mock formal voice. So ( ... )

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 22:18:59 UTC

...Say what? Brice stopped in the middle of a good throw and turned rapidly, raising his eyebrows at the intruder new guy. 'Fair lad'? That was new. Brice had been called many things in his day, but that had never been one of them. Though he was extremely good-looking...

He stared at Michael for a second. "My name is Brice de Winter," he said finally. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me 'fair lad.'" Teenage rebels. They don't make 'em like they used to. But he felt like he'd done enough damage as it was, so why not at least be somewhat polite?

Another pebble was hurled off. Brice wished he had a bigger stone to throw. The small ones didn't even make a splash, and he wanted to blow off some steam.

office_michael January 13 2007, 22:31:38 UTC

Michael's smile wavered for a moment as he tried to process the slightly hostile response. The key to dealing with negative feedback was to interpret it in some sort of positive way...or to be in complete denial about having been dissed in the first place. Michael chose the latter.

"All right, fair enough!" he said jauntily, as if the conversation had gotten off to an extremely smooth start. "So, Brice, what brings you out to...this neck of the woods?"

Brice seemed slightly upset, what with the pebble throwing and all, and Michael wondered if this just might be an opportunity for him to provide some more mediation!

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 22:54:05 UTC

"That is a very long story," muttered Brice. A long story yes, but hey, at least it wasn't boring. Appreciate the small favours or whatever. "I won't bore you." Translation: It's none of your damn business. "I'm just... thinking about stuff, I guess."

He began kicking around for more pebbles, or more preferably a rock. Anything to keep himself busy.

"Who're you, then?" he asked, in a less-than interested tone of voice, as he scraped more snow off the ground and watched as it fell into the lake.

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makeminemayday January 13 2007, 22:11:20 UTC

It may be cold out, but May needs some fresh air after spending so much time being cooped up studying. And worrying. She hasn't seen anyone involved in the Christmas smackdown since it happened - there's no sign of Mel and Agnes Nutter isn't allowing Eddie to have any visitors (which, actually, is a relief).

She's perched in a tree by the lake, and has been sitting up there for a while, staring at the lake, so she doesn't notice Brice until the stones start hitting the water. She looks down and recognizes the guy who disappeared after the fight, the one dumb enough to punch Eddie (but smart enough to keep Mel from being smashed by a tree). Not like he knew what he was getting into, though. And it's good to see he's in one piece.

He looks... different, though, and she can't put her finger on why. "Hey," she finally says after a moment. "How you doing?"

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 22:32:05 UTC

Familiar voice. Why was it familiar? Brice tensed visibly, and then his head snapped around so fast he nearly fell into the lake. He hadn't seen May there. Luckily for his ego however, he managed to maintain his balance. He still had a certain deer-in-headlights look about him, though. He remembered every single thing he'd done, in painful detail, and he recognised the girl who had fought with him and Mel against that demon or whatever the hell Eddie/Venom was. Another one who had been hurt because of Brice. Bloody fantastic.

He had the good grace to look embarrassed. Totally new look for him.

"I'm okay," he muttered, which was not completely a lie. Because he was getting better, honest. He still wouldn't look her in the eye, though. "What about you? Any, um... long-term damage?"

Oh God, he hoped not.

makeminemayday January 13 2007, 23:06:42 UTC

"Believe it or not, not a scratch. Which is kind of a first. I tend to barge into the middle of trouble a lot, and I usually pay for it." The sweater she was wearing wasn't so lucky, but wardrobe malfunctions are the norm for her. Sweaters can be replaced. Limbs... not so much.

She studies him for a second. That's why he looks different. May can recognize the look of someone in the process of mentally beating themselves up. She's done that enough herself. "You want to talk about it? Or talk about something totally unrelated so you don't have to think about it? I'm May. Didn't catch your name in the insanity."

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 23:25:46 UTC

Talk about it? Brice wasn't that kind of guy. He rarely talked about anything, and even when he did it was just to people he knew well. Like Mel. And Lola, once upon a time. Shit, he didn't want to think about either of those, especially not Mel. How was he ever going to make this okay again? He couldn't. There was just no way. Everything was utterly fucked up.

"Talking about other stuff sounds pretty neat right now," he mumbled. "My name is Brice. Brice de Winter, though just Brice will do fine." He wasn't particularly fond of his last name.

And then there was The Question. That huge, huge question that he had to ask, because otherwise he'd go mental. And at the same time, he completely dreaded the answer. Finally he just blurted it out, a bit helplessly.

"Do you know if he's okay? The, um, the guy? Eddie, wasn't it?"

He wanted to kick himself. This not-talking-about-it thing wasn't going so well.

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wayward_son124 January 13 2007, 22:28:06 UTC

Clearing his head was a common activity for Dean to partake in as of late. Between all of the fucked up things from... crap, even before he'd come to this school. Then Sam disappearing off to God-only-knew-where for the past few days, sporadically... That one night, sleeping with Lily... Good Christ. His head was spinning, things flickering around like he was sifting through radio stations so fast that even he couldn't keep up.

So, yeah. Walking was good. Walking kept him from drinking like a frigging fish. And distracted him from the fact that he'd run out of cigarettes earlier today. And that the house elves were having trouble finding some new packs this time. Anxiety was at hand. He needed some more distractions.

Wait. There was a face he knew.

Dean remembered meeting Brice at the dead person's brunch thing, a few weeks... maybe a month ago. It was someone... someone not Bomba, someone not Sam, and someone not Lily. Not a source of his stress. Frickin' squee. He padded up in a sort of silence, glancing to Brice and to every ( ... )

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 22:42:43 UTC

'Not too happy' was somewhat of an understatement. Brice didn't even bother turning around for this one.

"Hey," he replied dully without stopping with the throwing. "Dean, right? Another dead guy?"

Fantastic. And now he was out of pebbles. Brice glared at the lake as if it had somehow stolen the small missiles, and then he began kicking around for more. He'd fill the whole damn lake with pebbles if he had to. If that would make him feel better about himself. It probably wouldn't, but it was worth a try.

wayward_son124 January 13 2007, 22:56:47 UTC

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Last thing he needed was to comfort a kindred injured spirit, throwing rocks out into a lake and hugging and all that Dr. Phil, then-the-fat-lady-cries bullshit. Not that Dean'd ever watched Dr. Phil. Ever. He felt a need to offer possibly toxic amounts of booze and such to... at least numb Brice out. Whatever the hell was bugging him.

"Manner of speakin', yeah," Dean mumbled back, glancing out over the lake and shoving his hands into his pockets. "Brent, was it? Bright? Brice? Something. Not too, uh. Not too good with names."

angelicbadboy January 13 2007, 23:09:46 UTC

"Brice is correct." He shrugged. Maybe it would have bothered him that Dean didn't remember his name, if he had been his usual self. But now he wasn't. Now he was emo. So he didn't particularly care. The only reason he'd remembered Dean's name was that, apart from Mel, he was the only one Brice had said a word to at that party. He hadn't even talked to any of the girls hosting it. That was rude, wasn't it? Whatever.

"What brings you out to the lake, then?" he asked, managing to say it in a sort of half-interested tone. If you can't find any more damn pebbles, dive into a conversation. A distraction was a distraction.

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every_daae January 15 2007, 02:06:13 UTC

Christine liked the Hogwarts grounds enough to try and take a walk in the middle of January. Of course, she'd taken precautions and like any good singer, had wrapped an incredibly long red wool scarf around her neck.

It always paid to protect the vocal chords, though her precautions seems to have done her rather ill. She was continually tripping over the ends of her scarf and had nearly choked herself once.

Rather desperate for something to keep her from walking on, she spotted Brice and (holding the ends of her scarf out of the way), walked over. Christine, head tilted to the side, watched him a moment and then asked, "Are- are you alright, Monsieur?"

angelicbadboy January 15 2007, 03:02:39 UTC

Oh, brilliant. Someone else he'd met for the first time while he was evil. At least Brice had been on his best behaviour with Christine, thank God... That made him relieved enough to give her a small smile. A mere twitch at the corner of his mouth, but a smile, still. It disappeared almost immediately. One thing that Christine might or might not notice was that his eyes were distinctly different from the first time she'd met him. They had been dead and cold before, but now they were sparkling and fizzing with genuine angelic energy. Brice's eyes had been beautiful when he was Fallen, but now they were stunning.

"I am not, mademoiselle," he replied courtly, automatically in French, and bowed his head at her. "But I won't burden you with my problems. How are you?"

every_daae January 15 2007, 04:05:43 UTC

"Very well, thank you," Christine replied, likewise in French. She considered him with worry, and fiddled with her scarf to stall for time. "I wouldn't mind if you did, Monsieur Brice. You do look as if you were just told that you were going to be sucked into hell by the statue of a man you killed when you were trying to seduce his daughter, like in Don Giovanni, or like you just killed your lover in a jealous rage, like in Carmen. But, um... your hair looks lovely. Did you dye it brown? And your eyes...." Christine blushed. "They're much more alive than during Christmas. I hope that doesn't sound too odd?"

angelicbadboy January 15 2007, 12:34:56 UTC

Making Christine blush had been extremely fun while he was bad. Now it made his guts twist with guilt, and he winced when he noticed the tinge in her cheeks. Christine was very pretty, beautiful even, but the only one Brice wanted to be blushing around him was Mel. Silly as that sounded.

...sucked into Hell...
...jealous rage...Christine didn't know just how fitting that was. Granted, Hell hadn't technically been involved this time around, but that hardly made Brice feel better. That only meant that he had nothing to blame for his behaviour. But the jealous rage thing? Oh yes. Punching Eddie might have constituted as a jealous rage thing. Brice had teased Mel then. Called Eddie her boyfriend. And yes, a part of him had been jealous, though he hadn't known that at the time ( ... )

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