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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 18, 2015 21:20:45 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind
The thing was. Declan loved his job. More than he really loved anything else in the world. He was exactly what he needed to be. Smart, courteous, logical, and creative. The manipulation that he gained from his father was one that drove his ability to rise up to the top so quickly. Just a few more years under his belt and Declan will be first advisor to the minister. And then he'll be smooth sailing until he took over the wizarding world himself. Declan had good ideas, he had spies in the order, he knew what would happen and when. And what was most important to guard.
But even evil masterminds of his kind needed a coffee break. So as he went to get tea, no sugar, from the break room, he sat off to himself. Declan could be very personable, but he was an introvert by nature. Needing a moment to himself before he could continue his day. He sipped the tea, despite it's increased temperature and opened the papers, reading through the papers silently, aware of everything including the others in the room. Despite his nature of being .. well, self important, Declan was not necessarily unapproachable. He had to have the fancy of others around him for him to have elevated so quickly in rank.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 5:52:38 GMT
` angelique delacroix: 
Being an unspeakable wasn't glamorous work. Unspeakables didn't get the glory of a hit wizard or the esteemed respect of an auror. Unspeakables were just that. Unspoken. Unspoken to, unspoken about. Their jobs were so shrouded in mystery, people didn't know how to accept them. People were curious, but... afraid. After all, people naturally fear most that of which they do not understand. Angi couldn't recall off the top of her head where she had read that, but that saying had such with her most of her life.
The job of an unspeakable was to understand. Understand everything that wasn't meant to be understood. Life, love, death, time. Things that were intangible, out of control, and yet, mandated so much of their lives. Some people feared love, most feared death. Angi wanted to understand it, study it, so that she would not fear it. That was the job of an unspeakable. Unspeakables stood to keep the fabric of space and time as they knew it from unraveling.
But even to the most tenured of unspeakables, the job can be daunting, and weigh greatly down on a person. Angi was no exception to this, and like every other of her coworkers, she separated herself from time to time, taking solace and refuge in the break room to let her mind go at ease as she relaxed her muscles with warm mint tea.
As she entered the room, she assumed it would be empty. It was an odd hour, but when she realized there was someone there, she paused a moment. She couldn't see his face, it was hidden behind the paper, but she could tell it was a man by his posture, at the very least. But regardless, Angi was always one to be polite.
"Bonjour." she offered softly as to not disturb him too much, flashing him a smile if he placed his paper to see his company in the room now. If he did, she would have seen him a few times before, and his face... Carrow. She would know his name was Carrow, she could remember that much, but that would the extent of it, she had never formally met him before.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 5:11:47 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Declan was far from intimidated by an Unspeakable. he had his job and they had theirs, he respected their work but never feared it. Declan read through the paper thinking over the information and thinking about every person that was mentioned. The daily prophet was... interesting now a days. He could tell what they sensored and what they didn't. And he knew that they were pushing the boundaries of every decent writer out there. They were forced to bend the information in the world into lies by the ministry. It worked for the minister, so Declan was perfectly fine with it, but he still found it ridiculous that none of the writers had at least a backbone to try to break the rules. Except for the writer, Rebel Rouser, who was still a thorn in the ministry's side. Somehow, the writer still escaped the sight of the aurors that were looking for him.
Declan heard a small "bonjour" and glanced over at the blonde. He smiled easily. "Bonjour." He smiled, folding the paper, finding the sight pleasant. While he spoke a little of french, he suspected by the flawless way the woman spoke that she had years on his abilities. "Do I know you?" He asked, curiously. There were far too many people working in the ministry, and she was far too pretty of a face to forget, even for him. He stood, putting a hand out. "Declan Carrow, junior assistant to the minister." Introducing himself with a pleasant smile. | words: xx @open notes; <3 |
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