Post by severus on Apr 4, 2012 22:34:39 GMT -5
When: September 3rd 1976 - Late Night
Where: Hallway In Third Floor
Who: Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Open
OOC Notes: Thread closed and archived due to loss of player for Severus Snape and Regulus Black
There he stood, clad ominously in ebony robes, peering through the darkness of the realm before him. The scene before his eyes was a dusty one, riddled with smoke, debris, and the ruined remains of what could have at one point been construed as a small village. His left arm burned with a primitive rage, sending a wave of welcoming lust through his body in response to the almost painful sensation. Masochism seemed to promote his glee, the pleasure he took from the sensation near profane. A longing to kill that the young boy could not help but attempt to fulfill swelled in the pit of his stomach like the inebriating toxins of alcohol, spreading through him and numbing his inhibitions. He moved across the burning landscape, searching for some kind of prey. Indeed, he was the hunter now. His soulless eyes darting about wildly, the images around him clouded in the gray of night and danced with flames from hell itself, the malicious demon of a lad progressed over the ground with ease, his feet hardly touching the ground as he but flew his way towards the center of what must have once been a very prosperous little place. Deep ebony searched the ground, the slaughtered bodies of people decorating the dirt with a sea of crimson bloodshed and mutilated flesh riding beneath and around them.
Screams.
The screams of those who were both dying and longing to be killed filled his ears, their howls of agony elating his spirit. Pure glee consumed him, as the world about him cowered in fear. Suddenly, the red of death all but vanished from his sight, replaced by a hauntingly dark shade of important green. His attention drew heavenward, the skies alive with even more blissful pictures. Skulls enveloped within the coiled bodies of snakes erupted into the sky at once, their presence alone claiming victory over the land. A berserk insanity over-ruled his emotions at that moment of gaze to sky, his entire body trembling with such vengeful passion. He let out a jubilant bellow of laughter, proclaiming incoherent obedience to these emerald blazes of light.
But his joy did not last.
The floor ripped apart from under him abruptly, and in an instant he was devoured by the ground he stood on, crashing to the cold stone floor of reality… Literally.
Severus Snape opened his eyes, pushing himself up from the floor. He looked to his bed, the sheets of which were thrown to the floor on the other side, lying in a heap and looking almost offended to be against the dirty ground. It had all been a dream? The sixth year Slytherin got to his feet reluctantly, dusting off the legs of his pajamas. His body still quaked with the energy of the dream, making it hard to walk in a straight line. Sill, the excited and devastated boy moved away from his dorm, slipping out of the Common Room altogether. Perturbed so thoroughly by what his mind and strewn together in the absence of his reason, the usually apathetic potions prodigy was too out of sorts to even think about a robe or slippers for warmth. He escaped into the hall in naught but his thin, somewhat tattered black pajamas, worn from what was probably years of use. Their color has diminished into a meek grey. Of course, with the night so thickly clasped in shadow it was impossible to tell the appearance of his loose-fitting adornments. His wand, a tool almost never far from his hand, also remained abandoned in his bedroom. It sat alone under his pillow, holding no importance to the boy at that moment in time.
‘What was that?’ He mused to himself as he moved sluggishly along the hall, the thin blanket of night still holding the castle in its chilly embrace. He shivered, watching his breath appear in puffy clouds in front of him, producing strange but oddly captivating ghosts to vanish as they ascended to the ceiling the of the campus corridor.
His hand went to his left arm, compelled by some unseen force to touch the sight where the emblem of his loyalty to the Dark Lord may one day sit hidden under his skin. Had he really lost his mind? Joining the Death Eaters? Was it really the right decision? The other Slytherins made it sound as though it was the best thing in the world, and a part of Severus longed to get away from Hogwarts and join them by the Dark Lord’s side.
But… it wasn’t that simple.
He was not yet out of school, and joining the Death Eaters now would be too much of a risk. Besides, he wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to join them, or if he was just letting his want for revenge against everyone who had ever hurt him cloud his better judgments. It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve it. James and his pals, namely. And his muggle father to boot. That man. It was his fault Severus could no longer find security in his mother’s arms. If he hadn’t been on at her all the time, maybe she wouldn’t have killed herself. The damn muggle had killed her through his deplorable excises as far as Severus was concerned. He would never forgive him. Hell, he would never forgive any of them for the way his life had turned out. They all tormented him without relent. Still, joining an organization bent on changing the world through debatably meaningless bloodshed might be a step too far. Even Severus couldn’t dispute the evils of Voldemort. It was a big decision, and he needed more time before he could settle on anything. One more year at Hogwarts. If he still wanted to join them after this year was up, then he would.
Maybe.
The answers had never been further away, now that the happy dream that should have been a nightmare remained burned into his thoughts.
The seemingly black-hearted Slytherin continued along his aimless path, his bare feet taking no note to the icy solid floor as they moved him further along in a mindless trance. His shattered thoughts tried to string themselves back together, musing over the reasons for having such a horribly wonderful dream.
Perhaps he really was going mad, and the world in his head had turned completely upside down. Bad would be good, and good would be bad to a lunatic, right? But, then how would he be able to reason if he had lost his sanity? No, he was perfectly clear-headed in that sense. Something else made him have that haunting show of inner thoughts. Something dark.
He found himself climbing up towards the kitchens, though he really had no intent to seek out a midnight snack. He was just moving.
Moving to try and take his mind off of things.
Heaving a profound sigh, the bewildered boy pressed his hand against the nearest wall, leaning into it as he did everything he could to force sense into the situation. His other hand moved to his temple, ruefully rubbing it as though all the thinking were causing him pain. Things weren’t supposed to be this hard. When did his life decisions suddenly seem so important? It was only the second -well, third- day of school. People were not supposed to have so much on their plate on the third day of school. Classes and the Marauders were supposed to be his only concerns.
Shifting he weight from one foot to the other, the young potions prodigy turned around, resting the back of his shoulders against the wall as his feet slowly slipped out from under him, guiding him in a gentle, sinking feeling to the floor until he was sitting. Another sigh escaped him, this one more in vexation, and in his frustration he slammed his fist against the ground, a heavy thud echoing through the empty halls.
“Damnit,” he muttered to himself, feeling completely useless. He couldn’t even decide his own fate. That had to be a bad sign.
Where: Hallway In Third Floor
Who: Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Open
OOC Notes: Thread closed and archived due to loss of player for Severus Snape and Regulus Black
There he stood, clad ominously in ebony robes, peering through the darkness of the realm before him. The scene before his eyes was a dusty one, riddled with smoke, debris, and the ruined remains of what could have at one point been construed as a small village. His left arm burned with a primitive rage, sending a wave of welcoming lust through his body in response to the almost painful sensation. Masochism seemed to promote his glee, the pleasure he took from the sensation near profane. A longing to kill that the young boy could not help but attempt to fulfill swelled in the pit of his stomach like the inebriating toxins of alcohol, spreading through him and numbing his inhibitions. He moved across the burning landscape, searching for some kind of prey. Indeed, he was the hunter now. His soulless eyes darting about wildly, the images around him clouded in the gray of night and danced with flames from hell itself, the malicious demon of a lad progressed over the ground with ease, his feet hardly touching the ground as he but flew his way towards the center of what must have once been a very prosperous little place. Deep ebony searched the ground, the slaughtered bodies of people decorating the dirt with a sea of crimson bloodshed and mutilated flesh riding beneath and around them.
Screams.
The screams of those who were both dying and longing to be killed filled his ears, their howls of agony elating his spirit. Pure glee consumed him, as the world about him cowered in fear. Suddenly, the red of death all but vanished from his sight, replaced by a hauntingly dark shade of important green. His attention drew heavenward, the skies alive with even more blissful pictures. Skulls enveloped within the coiled bodies of snakes erupted into the sky at once, their presence alone claiming victory over the land. A berserk insanity over-ruled his emotions at that moment of gaze to sky, his entire body trembling with such vengeful passion. He let out a jubilant bellow of laughter, proclaiming incoherent obedience to these emerald blazes of light.
But his joy did not last.
The floor ripped apart from under him abruptly, and in an instant he was devoured by the ground he stood on, crashing to the cold stone floor of reality… Literally.
Severus Snape opened his eyes, pushing himself up from the floor. He looked to his bed, the sheets of which were thrown to the floor on the other side, lying in a heap and looking almost offended to be against the dirty ground. It had all been a dream? The sixth year Slytherin got to his feet reluctantly, dusting off the legs of his pajamas. His body still quaked with the energy of the dream, making it hard to walk in a straight line. Sill, the excited and devastated boy moved away from his dorm, slipping out of the Common Room altogether. Perturbed so thoroughly by what his mind and strewn together in the absence of his reason, the usually apathetic potions prodigy was too out of sorts to even think about a robe or slippers for warmth. He escaped into the hall in naught but his thin, somewhat tattered black pajamas, worn from what was probably years of use. Their color has diminished into a meek grey. Of course, with the night so thickly clasped in shadow it was impossible to tell the appearance of his loose-fitting adornments. His wand, a tool almost never far from his hand, also remained abandoned in his bedroom. It sat alone under his pillow, holding no importance to the boy at that moment in time.
‘What was that?’ He mused to himself as he moved sluggishly along the hall, the thin blanket of night still holding the castle in its chilly embrace. He shivered, watching his breath appear in puffy clouds in front of him, producing strange but oddly captivating ghosts to vanish as they ascended to the ceiling the of the campus corridor.
His hand went to his left arm, compelled by some unseen force to touch the sight where the emblem of his loyalty to the Dark Lord may one day sit hidden under his skin. Had he really lost his mind? Joining the Death Eaters? Was it really the right decision? The other Slytherins made it sound as though it was the best thing in the world, and a part of Severus longed to get away from Hogwarts and join them by the Dark Lord’s side.
But… it wasn’t that simple.
He was not yet out of school, and joining the Death Eaters now would be too much of a risk. Besides, he wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to join them, or if he was just letting his want for revenge against everyone who had ever hurt him cloud his better judgments. It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve it. James and his pals, namely. And his muggle father to boot. That man. It was his fault Severus could no longer find security in his mother’s arms. If he hadn’t been on at her all the time, maybe she wouldn’t have killed herself. The damn muggle had killed her through his deplorable excises as far as Severus was concerned. He would never forgive him. Hell, he would never forgive any of them for the way his life had turned out. They all tormented him without relent. Still, joining an organization bent on changing the world through debatably meaningless bloodshed might be a step too far. Even Severus couldn’t dispute the evils of Voldemort. It was a big decision, and he needed more time before he could settle on anything. One more year at Hogwarts. If he still wanted to join them after this year was up, then he would.
Maybe.
The answers had never been further away, now that the happy dream that should have been a nightmare remained burned into his thoughts.
The seemingly black-hearted Slytherin continued along his aimless path, his bare feet taking no note to the icy solid floor as they moved him further along in a mindless trance. His shattered thoughts tried to string themselves back together, musing over the reasons for having such a horribly wonderful dream.
Perhaps he really was going mad, and the world in his head had turned completely upside down. Bad would be good, and good would be bad to a lunatic, right? But, then how would he be able to reason if he had lost his sanity? No, he was perfectly clear-headed in that sense. Something else made him have that haunting show of inner thoughts. Something dark.
He found himself climbing up towards the kitchens, though he really had no intent to seek out a midnight snack. He was just moving.
Moving to try and take his mind off of things.
Heaving a profound sigh, the bewildered boy pressed his hand against the nearest wall, leaning into it as he did everything he could to force sense into the situation. His other hand moved to his temple, ruefully rubbing it as though all the thinking were causing him pain. Things weren’t supposed to be this hard. When did his life decisions suddenly seem so important? It was only the second -well, third- day of school. People were not supposed to have so much on their plate on the third day of school. Classes and the Marauders were supposed to be his only concerns.
Shifting he weight from one foot to the other, the young potions prodigy turned around, resting the back of his shoulders against the wall as his feet slowly slipped out from under him, guiding him in a gentle, sinking feeling to the floor until he was sitting. Another sigh escaped him, this one more in vexation, and in his frustration he slammed his fist against the ground, a heavy thud echoing through the empty halls.
“Damnit,” he muttered to himself, feeling completely useless. He couldn’t even decide his own fate. That had to be a bad sign.