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Post by Asoda May Hatherton on Apr 3, 2010 7:05:20 GMT -5
 Used to think maybe you loved me[/color] Now baby I'm sure<•><•><•>
Asoda limped into the hospital wing, a rather sizeable cut down the inside of her right leg and countless smaller ones spattering her entire right side. There was no way she was ever going anywhere near the Black Lake without having Ostara or someone else present ever again. Okay, so it had been a stupid idea to start with given how she couldn’t swim, was scared of water, and was pretty much the clumsiest person ever. But it had been impulse, and Asoda was a lot like her twin when it came to reacting on impulses. As she sat down on one of the beds closest to her, Asoda sighed and waited for someone to come help her, allowing her mind shifted back to the events of just an hour earlier while she awaited acknowledgement.
A girl with golden brown skin walked along the edge of the black lake, her grass-coloured eyes scouting the shadows of the forest and the castle. It had been a long day, and a very bad one at that. Ostara had lost her temper with her while helping Asoda with the basic shielding spell -protego- and the two had had one of the worst fights they’d ever had. Asoda knew Ostara was perfectly within her rights to lose her temper, the Slytherin had mastered protego in their fourth year, the girl’s best class being Defence Against the Dark Arts while Asoda could barely cast the simple spells taught to first years. They might be twins and share DNA, but Charm was not as quick, as smart or as kinaesthetically able as her sister. She was better at Herbology, she was a little more stubborn, and she was the ‘logical one’ of the pair, but that was about the limit of Asodas’ gifts. Asoda was never jealous of her sister, she had always known Star would be the one with great skill. No, the Hufflepuff was content to be the one looked down upon, never favoured by her father, always asked to do things that were child’s play, while Ostara stood beside their father and did great things with her life.
Shaking her head at her self-pity, Asoda mentally reprimanded herself and returned her focus to the clear waters of the lake. A crack behind her startled the fifteen year old, and with a shriek she tumbled into the chasm of ice. Gasping as she kicked up to the surface, Asoda scrambled out of the lake with a whimper, grateful she had only been stood by shallow water. Standing up with trembling legs, Asoda hesitantly padded towards the castle, shaking with cold and covered in blood and scratches from hitting the bottom of the lake.
Having achieved her goal of remembering exactly what had happened, Asoda began an examination of the cuts. Most of them weren’t as bad as they could have been, shallow grazes covered in mud, but the one on the inside of her legs was a little hard to work out. It was from this the majority of bleeding had occurred, and crimson stained her slender legs. Wincing as she prodded the tender flesh, Asoda turned her head away in disgust. Okay, not a good idea. There was now more blood, and Asoda was just a little queasy when it came to anything with blood involved. Sighing, she looked around the wing patiently, unbothered whether staff or student found her. So long as they could heal her and didn’t mention anything to Ostara, Asoda would be ever-grateful.
Now I just can't wait for the day[/color] When you knock on my door<•><•><•>Word count: 584
Outfit: Click!
Asoda's mood: Lonely and tired
Notes: Open to anyone!
Credits: Go to yours truly![/center] |
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Post by Renee Iganovich on Apr 7, 2010 8:49:07 GMT -5
 
Renee was far from perfect as many people claim to be. But in reality, she made the best of it. Today she was headed to the Hospital Wing for her usual check up. Prosopagnosia was not easy to live with. Day in and day out she had to deal with people but she never dared look towards their face, in fear of looking askew and have them as questions. Renee could live without hearing or smelling or even talking for that matter. But to be not even fully blind, it was worse. Everyday she would wake up just fine. She could see everything perfectly except for the blur of faces. Hair, clothes, and everything else about a person she could see just fine. If it wasn't for that, Renee wouldn't be able to differentiate people at all. In some senses, it was okay but in others it was just annoying. She couldn't even look at her family the same anymore.
Still, she made the most she could of every other resource she had. As she closed in on the wing, she noticed a few speckles of blood here and there. Turning her head curiously backward, she noticed a few more spots. Oddly she hadn't taken notice to them earlier. She then came in and noticed a blond haired girl sitting on one of the beds upon entry. Renee, never one to be rude to a single soul simply smiled and walked in turning towards her direction, trying her best to make out where her hairline began and somewhat direct her eyes to guess where the girls would be. "Hello. It looks like you took a nasty spill." She said with her thick Russian accent, not sure how to start a conversation.
Renee always tried her best to move along normally each day with her facial recognition deficiency. She came bi-weekly to the Hospital Wing in case the head nurse, who's name escaped her at the moment, had heard any news on a new treatment Renee could possibly take to mend the injury she had sustained to the brain that had caused the problem. So far, nothing. The nurse always assured her that it would heal in its own time and she'd be back seeing everyone's smiling face when she least expected it. Sometimes, Renee even believed it herself. Only the nurse, her teachers, and her brother were the only ones who knew about her condition and thats the way she intended on keeping it. If people found out, she would have no clue what to do. The last thing she would want is another's pity over something they have no control over.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, Asoda!
they’re all, 452
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Renee's outfit, if you want to look!”
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Post by Asoda May Hatherton on Apr 8, 2010 11:29:32 GMT -5
Used to think maybe you loved me [/color] Now baby I'm sure<•><•><•>
Asoda looked up with interest at the sound of footsteps, her eyes visibly brightening. She didn’t recognise who the girl was, but the Hufflepuff was certain she had seen she had seen her around the school. Not that that helped given she saw pretty much everyone around the school, but still… Shrugging the thoughts away with a soft laugh, Asoda’s interest peaked when the girl spoke. Russian accent=Russian descent. The only girl Asoda knew with a Russian accent was Katya, but there was no way this girl was the same Slytherin. Smiling at the girl, Asoda released her ankle and allowed her legs to drop back down from the bed. “I guess you could call it that. A rather stupid fall into water might be a tad more accurate though,” Asoda laughed.
The fifth year was studying the newcomer curiously, trying to work out what she was doing in the hospital wing. There were no obvious injuries, scars, cuts or signs of stress, so Asoda ruled out a physical reason for her visiting the matron. Although saying that, the girl seemed to be having trouble meeting Asodas’ eyes, her gaze fixated on a spot just a little too high. Maybe she had trouble with her eyesight? It was technically none of Charm’s business what the other girl was doing here, but she had inherited her mother’s curiosity just as her twin had. Actually, she had probably gotten her habit of analysing people from Ostara. Oh the joy of having a Gryffindor stalking twin…
Realising it was her turn to say something, possibly start the introductions, Asoda stood up a little shakily and smiled at the girl. “I’m Asoda, although I also go by Charm, SoSo and Asa on occasion,” she told her, a small glint appearing in her eye as she added, “If you see someone and call them any of those names without them responding, that’ll be Ostara, my twin. It’s generally safer just to say twin until you can tell us apart, Star can be a tad… vicious when we get mixed up.” Asoda was pretty sure the girl hadn’t expected to be told anything like that during an introduction, but it was better safe than sorry.
Now I just can't wait for the day[/color] When you knock on my door<•><•><•>Word count: 369
Outfit: Click!
Asoda's mood: Cheering up!
Notes: Hurray for awkward introductions!
Credits: Go to yours truly![/center] |
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Post by Renee Iganovich on Apr 8, 2010 18:54:58 GMT -5
Renee smiled towards the girls direction as she spoke, chuckling slighty about her calling it a 'stupid fall into the water'. The girl seemed young and, not meaning any offense, naive to an extent. But Renee was guilty as charged when it came to being naive. The girl then introduced herself as Asoda. Renee made note of remembering how to pronounce that. She nodded as the girl continued on her explanation of her having a twin. That was something that made Renee continue to smile once more.
"I'm glad you informed me of that," She replied in her heavy accent once more. "I'm Renee. Its kind of difficult to give me a nickname seeing as it is so short." She chuckled slightly at that while looking behind her to see if the nurse was coming. So far, no one was heading their way. Surely it didn't hurt to spend a few more minutes to chat with her. Renee then turned her attention back to Asoda and tried to refocus her eyes as best she could once more. Sometimes she wondered how she would get through school with such a disability. It wasn't as though she made a sob story out of it, because no one knew, but she did get annoyed by it constantly.
But everyday she would tell herself, rather remind herself, how lucky she was to not have suffered amnesia or become physically disabled by the accident. She could have been paralyzed or even killed from it. Renee sighed while remembering that day. She was lucky and she would never forget that. As her attention went back to Asoda she inquired, "So what year are you in?" She wasn't quite sure how to start a conversation in the hospital wing, but she still smiled and was open towards Asoda.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, Asoda!
they’re all, 306
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Renee's outfit, if you want to look!”
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Post by Asoda May Hatherton on Apr 11, 2010 7:08:14 GMT -5
Used to think maybe you loved me [/color] Now baby I'm sure<•><•><•>
“Renee,” Asoda echoed, amused. It wasn’t exactly a common name, but something about it was tugging a string in Asoda’s memory, although why she wasn’t particularly sure. Returning to running her fingers along the cuts, the Hufflepuff brushed dust off her skirt impatiently. “I’m sure I can find you a nickname, I always do,” Charm chuckled. Leaning back on her hands so she could better study the girl, Asoda looked her up and down thoughtfully. There were a lot of names that could match people, but Renee was generally difficult to place. Shrugging, Asoda decided she’d do better just to try a few out whenever she saw the girl until one fitted. Renee didn’t look like a flick, ducky, angel or Nessie, so the obvious ones, or rather, the obvious ones to Asoda, were all out.
Following Renee’s gaze as she looked behind her, Asoda sighed impatiently when no one arrived. Contrary to popular belief, the Hufflepuff wasn’t as patient as she generally appeared. Nor was she as cheerful as her house would have people think. Asoda blinked as Renee spoke again, she had half expected the girl to continue to a different area of the hospital wing. Most people got fed up of talking to her after they got past names. “I’m a fifth year,” she replied, running a hand through her blonde hair. “You?” She didn’t bother to ask about house, the Gryffindor crest was on Renee’s shirt. A Gryffindor… It was odd, Asoda rarely spoke with the lions, she kept to the badgers and eagles. It was Star who hung around the lions, okay, stalked, but the other twin still spent more time with them.
Asoda had a niggling suspicion her accent was starting to show as she spoke, the British fading into Egyptian. She may have adapted to living in Britain and going to a Scottish school better than her twin, but Asoda still suffered when it came to accents and distinguishing several of the phrases and slang commonly used at Hogwarts.
Now I just can't wait for the day[/color] When you knock on my door<•><•><•>Word count: 336
Outfit: Click!
Asoda's mood: Cheering up!
Notes: Hurray for awkward introductions!
Credits: Go to yours truly![/center] |
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Post by Renee Iganovich on May 2, 2010 16:08:15 GMT -5
Meeting Asoda made her feel, slightly more confident. As weird as it sound, something as small as that made a huge difference to Renee. With her condition, not many people were friends of her. She was not considered a freak but she excluded herself as much as she possibly could so she would not draw attention to herself. However it worked adversely in a sense. She had unintentionally drew attention to herself. Renee knew people talked about her being strange and odd when they thought she was not paying attention of around. Having close friends was needless to say difficult.
She nodded as Asoda answered her question stating she was a fifth year and then returning it back to her. "Sixth year." Renee said in same soft tone. She could identify that there was something else in her accent, something very foreign to Renee. It sounded somewhere close to a southern area of some sort in maybe the middle east? No, it couldn't be. Renee had been able to distinguish that she had blond hair and it didn't seem like a common trait, even if it was recessive. Renee sighed and decided it was best to give up. Without being able to see her facial traits, the chances of her figuring it out without asking were impossible.
"Say..." Renee started while trying her hardest to concentrate on relocating Asoda's face. "You're accent is beautiful but I'm having trouble placing it. Can you please enlighten me?" She asked ever so careful with her word choice, as if saying the wrong thing may set her off. Renee was careful to always be proper and respectful of others no matter what the occasion or the circumstances. Whether they were polite to her or not, she was hardly ever bitter towards others.
hey it’s, finished! (and sorry it took so long!)
cause you’re awesome, Asoda!
they’re all, 464
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Renee's outfit, if you want to look!”
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