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Post by JACKSON PAUL FLINT on Jan 19, 2015 19:09:45 GMT
` JACKSON FLINT:  germany was a place of interest to the death eaters after learning of a squib in the area. the squib had ran from england, ending up in germany after much travel on a train and through the use of a taxi. as the death eaters thought, no one escaped them so easily. with so much preparation going into their future attack on st. mungo's, they had relied on someone to volunteer to go kill the squib. the man that had volunteered, had just graduated hogwarts the previous year. he had a lot to prove as someone that had just finished school, being one of the younger death eaters. jackson flint had volunteered for the job of killing the squib. he already knew st. mungo's like the back of his hand after going to visit his grandfather a few times there during his childhood. his grandfather had left the hospital after being healed from his injuries suffered in a duel with another wizard though eventually succumbed to dragon pox thus even more reason that jackson knew st. mungo's. his parents had gone there to learn the news of his grandfather. during that time, he had wandered off away from them to explore the building. jackson wouldn't have trouble at the attack knowing where things were thus he had volunteered to kill the squib. the squib was currently in a cafe, ordering schnitzel a few tables away from where jackson sat. he had settled for potato pancakes, fitting in as someone that was there for a meal like the squib. he was waiting for the man to leave the cafe, so he could follow him and kill him. little did he know, he was about to have some help in that.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 5:17:51 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Declan had heard through the grape vine of the death eaters that a particular colleague of his was on a hunt today. And while he was very busy in the ministry, the man couldn't help but want to join in. He offered to assist, and while he would purely be back up, there wasn't many opportunities that he got to see Jackson in action. There was something about the man torturing and killing another that ... was indescribable to Dec. It was perfection in it's many forms. And when he left the office and entered the cafe, spotting both the squib and the familiar face of Jackson Flint.
Knowing the proper ways of doing a covert mission, Declan ordered a small coffee and sat down across from Jackson. A smile played on his lips. "Long time no see." he murmured, faking a sip of the warm liquid beneath the cheap ass coffee lid. The elder wizard never cared much for coffee, he was more of a tea person himself, but this mission was hardly about the coffee and the rush of caffeine, but instead ... well, torture and death. Which was a far better option as far as Dec was concerned. "It's good to see you again." he smirked, barely glancing over at the subject, though keeping his eyes primarily sinking into Jackson's.
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Post by JACKSON PAUL FLINT on Jan 22, 2015 4:44:33 GMT
` JACKSON FLINT: while one of the younger death eaters, jackson had given enough reason for a dark mark to be on his left forearm. the man was quite ruthless in practically anything. when he had been at hogwarts, he was well known for being the asshole. literally, it was the number one word used to describe him and one that he took pride in. even at a young age, he would have tripped kids over and injured animals. he spread lies around the school when he was older to watch the drama unfold. it was practically his mission to ruin anyone in the school that he could careless about. that was about ninety two percent of the population at hogwarts as well. even with his 'love' life, he was very controlling and demanding. he rarely did relationships since no one would dare want to date him. if anything, they just wanted to fuck him which was fine with him since that meant no strings attached. no sickening 'i love you' exchanges or pretending to actually care about someone. unlike other pureblood families, his family hadn't went the route of setting their kids up with someone for life. it was nice to be given the freedom to forget a face after one night though there were the returning customers which led to him being with them for more than one night. all those things combined had made him into an ideal death eater, someone who got the dark mark not soon after he had joined their ranks. this hunt as some would call it was just another check mark in the reasons why he deserved the dark mark. jackson had settled for the potato pancakes though barely touched them, taking one bite practically every ten minutes. he wasn't entirely staring at the squib since that would have gave him away. in fact, he didn't have to wait long to have entertainment as declan carrow entered the cafe. he wore a smirk on his face when declan sat down in front of him. he said, "yeah long time no see." the two had something going on, knowledge that no one knew about, except them. jackson didn't need to ask about why declan was there. he knew why he was there, to watch him torture and kill someone. maybe join in on it, for double the fun. jackson said, "you missed me that much? you know where to find me." he had picked up his fork and used it to pick up a piece of the pancake which he had cut up. another piece eaten, now ten more minutes to go for another. how long did it fucking take to finish food? it must have been a squib thing. he said, "it is good seeing you though, i imagine you came to join the party." while he didn't hold many feelings for anyone, he was quite fond of the carrow family, especially priscilla and declan.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 31, 2015 4:35:10 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Guarded and alone for years, Declan was the type to seclude himself but still befriend everyone. He was popular among his crowd until he graduated and that's how he slowly began to climbed his roles in the ministry. He was always the most secretly cruel child of the Carrow family, which wasn't that surprising. Priscilla was never one to hold back with her true feelings of her toys that she enjoyed to play with. She was spoiled and annoying, Declan had a better idea of masking his natural cruelty. But the act shouldn't fool anyone, he was calculating and a natural drop kicker all good feelings in the world. So, when he met someone who mirrored his own feelings in the world, and was an asshole in his own right, Declan was immediately drawn to him . First as respect, then a colleague, and then one day. Well, they fucked. Which there wasn't much build up to that, it was one of those few things that just happened. When he wouldn't allow that to happen in any other aspect of his life, for whatever reason, he knew the discretion and simplicity of this would be an enjoyment in Declan's otherwise nonchalant life.
So to combine Jackson and this ability to torture and kill another, was exactly what Declan needed. "I've been busy." The boy smirked, taking a fake sip of his drink, eyeing over the face of the man subtly. No ties was wonderful, he could come and go as he pleases. If it were often or not. "Besides, I can't deny a good party, particularly with the company." Dec teased, subtly eying the target with interested eyes before looking around the place. "Shabby place." He commented, unamused by the choice of the squib, though perhaps his lowered ability to think was cause of that. | words: xx notes; <3 |
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