Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:17:58 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Feb 28, 2020 16:29:16 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 28, 2020 16:29:16 GMT -7
ROLLING HER EYES SKYWARD, JIMMIE STUCK HER tongue in her cheek to stop herself from smiling. He was charming and he knew it, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing that she thought he was funny sometimes. "I'll remember that for next time." She remarked, because his wounded expression looked entirely fabricated and Jimmie couldn't think of a reason to feel guilty. Crossing her arms she frowned thoughtfully. "You wanna be my mouth piece?" She asked with a snort. "My spy...?" This, she couldn't help but grin at. It was a terrible idea, if not intriguing.
Pouting out her bottom lip, Jimmie tried not to cringe in disgust. "Blood pops are gross." She commented thoughtlessly, "But, I mean, I guess." She shrugged, but her curiosity had not been sated. It was something she would never fully understand, which only made Jimmie wish to understand all the more. She had an insatiable appetite of her own.
On the subject of her father and his business, Jimmie's hackles were quick to rise. "No, god, just forget it." She waved him off, eager not to talk about the job she hated so much, but unwilling to let misinformation ooze in to the stratosphere either. "That's crude and superficial." Jimmie sniffed, and for a minute she embodied everything her dad wanted her to be. Passionate and righteous about the one thing that made a Blishwick. "It's more complex, but love is cheap anyway." She shrugged, her scowl almost petulant as she turned her face away.
Jimmie stepped closer to Steve, reaching up without tact and prodding at the lip he pulled back, peering in to his mouth like he might be lying. "Well, then honestly, what's the point?" Jimmie asked bluntly, her nose wrinkled. "Seems more like a nuisance than anything else." She let go of his mouth and stepped back. Her interest had waned, but not totally. There were still a lot of things she didn't know, and that just wouldn't do. "And how would you do that without fangs?" She asked, as if she might have gotten him in to a corner.
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last online Mar 29, 2024 2:52:07 GMT -7
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Apr 8, 2020 21:27:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2020 21:27:23 GMT -7
▲ “I wouldn’t exactly call it being a spy…just someone that can tell you a lot of things that may help you with what you need.” An informant. That was the word that Steve wanted to say, but felt that it would make him seem like he was more a part of it than he actually was. There wasn’t a claim in any of this for him, other than scoring some brownie points here or there and getting to talk to virtually anyone without restriction. Both of the schools would want to know about the weird Canadian half-vampire kid. He had already learned over the years that everyone liked the freaks, and he had himself and Nora to show off to all of them. And people talked! That was the best part about all of it. Jimmie didn’t even realize how much she was talking right now, and he didn’t even need to use the alluring voice at all. He liked to think that was the best part of it all. Steve ignored her comment about blood pops because, well, he could see why the normal person wouldn’t like them. The non-blood blood pops were abhorrent – he agreed with virtually everyone, vampire or not, on that. Mimicking the flavor of blood definitely couldn’t be done in an ethical manner either, at which point Steve preferred if people just left his favorite snack alone. The number of times he had seen the shelves cleared of blood pops – the real kind, mind you - was insane. No vampire in their right mind would buy boxes of the things, but witches and wizards that failed to read the packaging did. He snorted as she gave her views on love. “Cheap? Have you ever seen how much it costs to try and date someone? That’s far from cheap.” Steve knew that if he slowed down the first dates and stuck with one girl it would eventually level-off, but what was the fun in that? He was probably the type that would be a nightmare for Mr. Blishwick to work with. “I also don’t think it’s fair to make ultimatums like that, but that’s just me,” Steve shrugged. She was entitled to her view on it. He could see how easy it would be to become jaded about love and everything surrounding it when her father was literally a dating app (or not?). Maybe there were uglier sides to love out there that he hadn’t experienced yet. Jimmie would definitely be the expert in that field if it came to it. The sudden introduction of her hand on his mouth wasn’t exactly welcome, but he did pull it up for her to look inside his mouth. “There isn’t one,” Steve chuckled, hoping the fang pun would hit. “I’d have to make the cut myself, or let the person do it. And then drink it like I normally do, I guess.” There wasn’t exactly a plan written down for half-vampires on how they were supposed to drink blood naturally. They were usually taken care of by the government or full vampire family members. “Anyways,” Steve shrugged, “Think we should head back? I’m sure my sister’s noticed I’m not there, and someone will probably notice you aren’t…” He smirked at her, wiggling his eyes a little bit before heading back down the stairs they had just climbed. “Think about my offer, Jimmie Blishwick. People really like talking to me when I want them to.” Waving his hand at her from behind him, Steve headed back in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. At least he thought he was going the right way. This was still his first day after all. [Steve End] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:17:58 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Apr 13, 2020 6:58:02 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 13, 2020 6:58:02 GMT -7
WITH A THOUGHTFUL NOD, JIMMIE FILED AWAY such an offer under serious supervision. She'd never had someone make a suggestion like that before. And, though it should really mean he was untrustworthy, it was incredibly appealing. People knew Jimmie was a bit of a gossip. Of course, it didn't stop her from finding out what she really wanted to know, but it was an annoying obstacle. Having someone like Steve on her side, an Ilvermorny alum, a flirt. It was indispensable, but lest his ego inflate any more, she said nothing else for the time being.
"Well, maybe you're spending too much." Jimmie said with narrowed eye, unwilling to give up her fierce stance on love and all its faults. "You don't get it." She scoffed, crossing her arms and looking away, digging her heels in as she always did. This was a subject Jimmie could not be beat in, mostly because when she didn't like an answer she chose to... ignore it. This was a matter of severe irritation for all her friends and family.
Prodding at his mouth, Jimmie harrumphed indignantly. As if his candour inconvenienced her, mostly because it wasn't as interesting as she'd hoped it would be. "Seems a bit annoying." She mused ignorantly, pulling back and wiping her fingers on Steve's sleeve as she pulled away. But, he was right, they certainly should head back. If Jimmie knew anything, it was that stories travelled fast. And, with Steve's obvious reputation as a serial flirt, Jimmie simply couldn't afford to be left alone with him. She had a stone cold reputation to uphold.
At his salacious brow wiggle, Jimmie shoved him aside with a sarcastic scoff, walking ahead briskly. "Don't you dare let them talk," She warned him over her shoulder, her heels clacking against the stone wall. "If you do I'll ruin your life here." This was said fiercely, and with promise. Who knew that in just a few short weeks she would realise that she really had nothing on him. And, more importantly, she had been lied to. It was a humiliation for the ages.
[END JIMMIE]
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