#orrickknowsbest

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Ooc; This Is War

So..if everyone could like..send me all the art work they have of their OC/s over skype that would be awesome because there are so many of them and going through everyones blogs is a HUGE task. Q n Q  So yeah.. If you could do that.. that would be AWESOME.

Skype name: Miyu-RP

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ooc;

(( you make me want to join this! Wow. Wow. Poor lucky. Nooo she is all that is pure in this world. Can Orrick desperately try to keep her innocent. No killing. No murder. Something good has to emerge from all this blood shed.

Ps. Daaaamn girl! ))

Yes. Please. Oh gosh.. like... not even the whole keep her innocent thing, just teaming up.. Because Lucky would need this.

[tinyslytherin]

Random piece of crap writing. 8D

"Iseul Gakha." A soft voice spoke up from the door and purple eyes narrowed into a sharp warning as he turned to the girl. She had been the only one allowed into his room because she had a remarkable resemblance to a friend he once had while in school. Short light brown hair held back with decorative hair clips and if he looked at her hard enough he could almost see a pure smile and short pig-tails. "The water has been heated as you've instructed. And the blade sharpened."

He gave a small nod and motioned for her to bring in his requested items. She got the hint and took a basin from the male standing behind her then settled it down on the table near the bound Orrick. In a quick scramble she rushed back to the second person standing outside the door way and took the sharp blade razor that was set out neatly on a towel and handed it off to the small male with a bow.

"Sammy. Sammy please." Orrick closed his eyes, anger fading away into pathetic please. "Come on, Sammy. Just one drink. Just give me one more."

"Shhh." Gently Iseul ran a hand through Orrick's messy and sweat soaked hair before moving it down to his cheek, cupping it in an affectionate manner. "Let's get you cleaned up so you could come to dinner." A sad smile crossed his face as he picked up the soap and lathered it into his hands. Slowly he spread it out on Orrick's face, the scruff that he'd been growing where it ever it was he'd come in from. "Maybe tonight I'll unbind you. Would you like that, Orrick-ah?" When there was no answer, only a weak whimper, Sammy picked up the razor and carefully slid it across the tender flesh. 

The sound of the blade against skin was the only thing that filled the room for the next hour.

[tinyslytherin]

"So here we are again, Alice." Sammy pressed his face into his cats fur in a quick nuzzle before setting her down onto the ground so she could wander off to where she pleased. Happily he unbuckled the clasps on his robes and let it slip off to the forest floor in a messy heap then knelt down to slip his wand out of the pocket of the fallen robe. "What do you think we should do to day?" 

Alice gave a meow as she swatted at a leaf, obviously enjoying herself. With a laugh Sammy nodded and made a wind kick up so they could both play and run as they wanted. Soon after the wind kicked up music filled the air as it swirled around the two and Sammy started singing a few Christmas carols, the only songs that he's heard and remember while growing up. Another meow from his ever present companion and Sammy gave an excited nod. "You're right! I would have never thought of it."

Carefully Sammy looked around to make sure that no one had followed him into the Forbidden Forest, when he saw or heard no one around he gave himself a small nod then allowed his body to stretch to his full height. His round eyes grew sharper and his face thinner than what he usually let everyone see. "It's nice to do this sometimes." He stretched quickly then turned to look at Alice. "Everyone should be busy so it's time to enjoy ourselves." Alice watched as Sammy took off in a run and soon took off after him between the trees, the wind following them in their play.

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Little Sammy : D Assuming you've had Muggle Studies what is one thing you would like to do in the non-magic world?

Muggle Studies.

It was one of the only classes taught by text books and lectures that Sammy actually paid attention. Unlike several other pure-bloods that he knew he had never stepped foot in the Muggle world. He heard whispers and rumors of pictures standing idle and moving by machines and wheels alone. No magic to help what so ever.

Boring, one would think, but he was curious about the whole thing. 

What made machines move if it wasn't by magic? What made these metal carriages move across distances if it wasn't all done by magic but machines that several called complex but simple at the same time.

A few of the other students, possibly the muggle born, where talking all around him and he was finding it hard, or rather harder, to concentrate on what was being said by their teacher. Something about war over something as simple as Religion. Okay so some people followed Merlin and others followed the ways of gathering your energy from the life of nature. It wasn't anything to really start a war over, at least he didn't think.

"When I go home for winter holiday I'm staying curled up in front of the TV." One of the girls besides him sighed as she scribbled down on the parchment. "I will gorge on ice cream and cry along with my boys." One of the other girls hummed in agreement and Sammy looked up at them confused.

He didn't know what a TV was so he would have to ask but he didn't think it was a good thing if you had to gorge yourself and cry. Perhaps it was some form of muggle torture. And if it were then why would someone do it willingly?

"But you'll get fat if you gorge on any kind of food." He couldn't help but speak up. The group around him grew quiet and the girl that had spoke gave a gasp as if he had poured a bucket of water over the top of her head. Still, though, he continued. "So you command a harem and you will get fat while gorging on food." The feather of his quill tapped against his cheek and he felt clever trying to piece all of it together. "Are all you muggle born so strange?"

The girl, a Hufflepuff he noticed, stood up and towered over him in anger. Even more confused at her anger he looked her up and down and his eyes melted into a sympathetic look. "Oh I see you have already begun gorging yourself in the great hall. Is this why you will be crying with your harem?" 

The girl instantly teared up and all her friends, fellow Hufflepuffs, surrounded her and lured her away while several of the other kids in class started to laugh. Soon after there was a chaos in the room over different views and several of the other Slytherin's agreeing with him and standing up for him. Needless to say the professor had no other choice other than to let class out early.

Instead of going straight to find Damian for potion studies he sent a note with Alice to explain that he wasn't going to be joining him today and to go ahead and continue on his own. There was someone else he had to speak to who just happened to be storming down the hallway in his direction at the moment.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Samuel." Uh oh. His whole name was used so he knew that what ever he did do couldn't have been good. "You don't go around calling girls fat!"

"You are mistaken, Orrick." Sammy plucked at his scarf and turned his purple gaze down to his oversized robe pulling around his feet. "I did not call her fat. I simply asked if she had already started to gorge in the great hall because she said she was going to do it at home. And if I remember correctly at the start of the term she was not as curvy."

Orrick put his palms against his face and let out a loud sigh. Sammy assumed it meant that the reason was good enough and that he was not in trouble anymore. 

"I came looking for you to ask about the muggle world." A few students rushed by and Sammy grew distracted as he watched them run down the hall, all three of the males trying to push one another into different females that lingered on the sides.

It looked to be an odd game, one that the girls seemed to be enjoying because they would giggle as if being rammed into were some kind of pri-

"Do you have a quiz coming up?" Orrick tugged on the Slytherin scarf to pull Sammy out of his thoughts. When the smaller male gave a shake of his head he started walking knowing that Sammy would follow eventually.

"What is a 'TV'. The girl had said she would curl up in front of it and gorge herself on ice cream while crying with her harem." He paused for a while trying to remember the lecture during that hours class. "And what exactly makes a car run? I don't understand any of this."

Orrick stopped in his tracks and covered his face again (Sammy gave a mental note to look into what would cause such a thing since he seemed to do it a lot when he was around) his shoulders shaking. "Come on with me to the library, there are books I have to pick up. And I'll explain to you what TV is. Much more simple than how a car runs."

Sammy gave a nod and followed along by Orrick's side instead of his usual place one step ahead of him. "Is it because a car runs off of a machine?"

"Good job!" Orrick gave a laugh and nudged Sammy shoulder with his elbow. There were no girls in the way so he assumed they weren't playing that game just yet. "A TV is sort of like how the paintings and pictures move here. Only what plays are certain stories with different portraits and groups."

"I think I understand." Sammy admitted happily, wondering only slightly if you got to choose the book that you wanted to see.

"Good. Maybe one day I can show you TV. I think you'll li-"

"Do you promise!?" The joy and excitement he felt made him yell out just a bit and he had to mumble a small apology at the sight of Orrick's stunned face. "Will you really show me?" At Orrick's nod he smiled happily and started a list of what books he wanted to see through this TV object. 

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Orrick what are you doing?

"Why aren't you sleeping?! Wh-what time is it? I-is anyone else up?"