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Post by thelynch on Apr 14, 2012 11:20:25 GMT -5
It was two in the morning when Damien apparated on the grass pitches of the local football team. Damien hadn't touched English soil since he had left Hogwarts, and that was around six years prior to this landing, Damien had been in the United States living as a Muggle making an easy living as a bare knuckle fighter in his home country. It wasn’t the easiest living but it was a living, Damien had only returned to England after hearing news of Voldemort’s return.
Now Damien had been a Gryffindor while at Hogwarts but after a while he became disillusioned with going along with the norm and begun hanging around Slytherins and their morally questionable hobbies. Now Damien wasn’t the best wizard in terms of duelling but in physical matters he was second to none, so this was why he was given the title of Death Eater.
That’s right Damien could possibly be the second former Gryffindor Death Eater, after Peter Pettigrew. That was an achievement he held with great glory to his heart. This glory was the thing that had beckoned his landing within London on this particular day. He was looking for someone, a Death Eater, an ally, somebody who could show him around as after six years you forget where most things are.
Damien walked off of the pitches, past drunken youths sitting on a park bench, past the women of the night and past a café where a certain trio had got into a duel with two Death Eaters. He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, his common fighting gear. Slowly Damien turned to face the noise which had come from behind him.
A smile spread across his face and the word ”Howdy” escaped his lips accompanied by a strong American accent, which wasn’t that surprising given his American background.
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 10:12:58 GMT -5
Jenna moved down back alleys and dark streets of London she moved swiftly as her training had been. Jenna had tailed a Death eater that had peeked her interest her body stuck to the walls and shadows her eyes growing accustomed to the mid light. She saw his muscular body and the black hoody he wore. But she knew what he was, Trouble and she knew where trouble was so would be she hoped black Wizards she could return to Askaban.
Her black boots made little sound as he moved on the cobble stone floor her hair tied back leaving nothing but her blue eyes standing out against the dark of the alley. When he stopped so did she dropping her head she quickly rested against a cold stone wall when he spoke her eyes looked up at him hearing his American twang. Moving she stood facing him " Evening " she said softly tipping her head as she pushed her long black leather coat behind her wand holder, just in case he started any trouble , witch in her mind naturally followed Death eaters.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 22, 2012 10:19:41 GMT -5
Damien's smile disappeared when he saw the wand move on Jenna's person. He wasn't the greatest at duelling, his strengths relied more on his physical prowess. The ability to kill someone with a single punch is something that Voldemort liked the idea of very much.
"How about you put away that wand and we go find somewhere a little more private...."
He gave her a small wink before the smile appeared once again. Damien laughed loudly before pointing a single finger at her, he then clicked the finger against his middle one before beginning to speak again.
"You be an auror yeah?"
Damien had found that in combat the best way to win was to make your opponent angry. This made them lose focus and make mistakes which is when you strike fast, strike hard, and strike once. This was something that Damien was trying now but if he did take this woman home for the night then that was also a bonus in his eyes.
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 10:48:55 GMT -5
Jenna looked at him she was never easily angered and his words only made her chuckle "you, take me, to a private room, in your dreams fly boy" she said but she did let the coat cover her wand holder again. " yes and your a Deatheater" she said moving to his left her eyes never leaving his face as she moved out of the shadows and into the light , only so she could get a better look at him. His physic was that of a fighter she wasn't sure if it was boxing or wrestling, ether way she knew she could take him down, though she didn't let it show on her face.
She let the light bounce off her body at him her muscles tensing ready to spring if trouble found her , well he was in front of her so she already had. she ran her hand down her hip wiping down some water she had felt spatter against her leg from a down spout just to her left. But her eyes never left his. " I know who you are Deatheater, Damien Lynch,Half-Blood, Ex Gryffindor you Went Rogue" she said tipping her head to one side " why?" she asked simply.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 22, 2012 14:08:34 GMT -5
Damien's smile grew as Jenna turned him down, he loved women who had a sense of humour in the face of danger. He laughed when she said about his past from when he was a Gryffindor at Hogwarts. It was a part of his life that he had enjoyed, especially in the later years when he begun to "grow astray" and begin hanging around with Slytherins.
"You know what hun? You tell me your name plus the possibility of going for a drink with me and I will tell you why I went rogue okay?
He down his hood to reveal his short black hair, slowly Damien rubbed his hand across the top of his head before putting his hands in his pockets.
"Imma still waiting on you hun and honestly you better turn me on because i am about to turn off. Sorry hun but as pretty as you are I really do need to get on with some important shiz...."
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 16:27:38 GMT -5
Jenna watched him take off his hood reveling his brown hair and especially his brown eyes. She could see his face more clearly and smiled a little at his words. "I guess its only fare since I know you, " She said and continued " Auror Jenna Darkangel at your service and I know what shiz you got going on, I was sent to stop you or make you change your mind about joining him, I was told to use any means at my disposal. "She said slipping off her coat and placing it over the railings that sat close by her reveling her clothes underneath.
She brushed dust from her black figure hugging trousers her top though also black was sleeveless and low cut. She moved around him again watching him as she did. His body sending a warm shiver up her spine , she could not fall for a death eater he was her enemy, but the more she looked at him the more she felt it. moving closer to him she walked to face him.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 22, 2012 16:52:32 GMT -5
Damien watched as Jenna took off her jacket. He raised an eyebrow as well as other appendages as he looked at her well shaped body, Damien was a true heterosexual.
"Any means necessary eh? Is that an invitation by any chance 'cos I swear that there is a cheap hotel round the corner."
He watched as she faced him, Damien was easily taller than Jenna so he felt extremely menacing in this scenario but strangely felt quite innocent around this woman. Gently he placed his thumb and forefinger, on his right hand, on her cheek before beginning to speak again.
"Which one of us will start then huh?"
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 17:05:29 GMT -5
Jenna looked at him feeling his hand touch her face. She heard his words and shook her head " cheap motel is that all you an do , surly you don't think I'm some simple street hooker." she said her hand moved down his hips searching for a weapon. Bur her hands found nothing but muscle. Looking up at him she moved behind him with a sharp jab she kicked his legs out from under him.
" ladies first I believe" she said " best stay there " she said knowing from experience he probably would retaliate against her but she would not use her wand something told her not to, even with him being a death eater.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 22, 2012 17:11:14 GMT -5
Damien rolled backwards as he fell, he took a blow to his back but was otherwise okay. He stood up straight away so that he was facing her, Damien swayed side to side for a few second before going for an open palm strike to her throat.
He was enjoying the fight so far, it had been a long time since he had been in a decent fight. Usually fights consisted of a kick of punch to the face which Damien ignored before him finally retaliating with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, sometimes it was fatal.
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 22, 2012 17:43:45 GMT -5
Jenna stepped back from him feeling the hit as he had got back up moving quickly. She shook it off and gave a soft cough " hum not afraid " she said moving close to him again her mind flashing moves she could do in him but she soon saw one using the wall behind her she jumped pushing her self to sit on top of him in the alley grasping his hands she intended on bringing his arms behind him.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 23, 2012 1:38:25 GMT -5
Damien sighed when Jenna had sat on his shoulder, usually this was something people tried to do in a mixed martial arts ring and was usually counteracted with the person landing on their back on the ground. This situation was no different.
He freed his arms being placing them on her posterior and pushing up. While he pushed up Damien bent his body forwards so that she would connect directly with the ground, that is if she didn't reverse it into some other flashy move which really seemed pointless. Just fight, no need for flashy moves just a straight out brawl.
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 23, 2012 3:29:43 GMT -5
Jenna felt his strong hands on her posterior she felt hos strong and big they were. This distracted her and she went flat on her back some what winded as she lay looking up at him from the ground. Standing up she brushed her self down " smooth move " she said and charged at him pushing him back against a wall her face now close to his so much so her cheek brushed against his as she turned to look at him her knee pressed against his chest her other holding her up. Any one passing would think the pair were lovers as she wanted it to look.
Her hands remained on his shoulders only for a moment as she grasped his hands in her own. " I have to take you in " she said her voice quiet and soft her heart beat hard and fast in her chest that was now rested hard against his chest. Maybe he would get his chance as slowly her resolve seem to slip the longer she was stood pressed hard against his muscular body in the alley.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 23, 2012 6:30:19 GMT -5
Damien allowed himself backwards against the wall as then he would know that she wasn't going to attack from behind. He felt her knee go up and in retaliation he moved around her so that she was the one against the wall and he was against her.
He pressed his forehead against hers and pressed against it gently so that her head leant against the wall. Damien then pulled his head back before stepping backwards one step looking at her against the wall.
"Take me where eh?"
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Post by jennadarkangel on Apr 23, 2012 11:43:43 GMT -5
Jenna was taken aback by his next move his body now against hers a she had no where to go she felt his head push hers slowly back against the cold stone wall. She watched him step back and heard his words " To...to the ministry." She said but the hesitation evident in her voice as she felt her heart beating fast as her cheeks turned light pink. She tried to wriggle under his weight but failing " so now you have me what you going to do suffocate me with you cologne. she let her hand rest on his waist. She would have moved her left leg but she found it pinned under him. "Seems you have me at a disadvantage, Mister Lynch" she moved against him again feeling his muscles against her.
" so now what?" she asked knowing she could not move even an inch any more" she sighed she couldn't even reach for her wand to help her not that she really wanted to. Seeing how they were to the untrained eye in a compromising position.
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Post by thelynch on Apr 23, 2012 12:31:42 GMT -5
Damien smiled as he felt her hand on his waist. Deciding that being in such a compromising position Damien decided that placing his hands onto her buttocks wouldn't make much of a difference, so he did. They felt good on his hands but all he could do was stare into his eyes.
After a while he gave a little laugh at her joke and the idea that he was going to come quietly to the ministry. It was a stupid idea considering that he was the one in control.
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If i dont get an answer by 15th January, i am deleting my account because it is so confusing and no one is helping! 
Good bye for now, please help someone, please!