Ace Gossip

I love your face.~ masquerade

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 10:16:00 -0400

Since Grayson couldn’t count on his skills of recognition to help him out in this case, he simply stopped looking at faces and instead started visualising the notes of the songs being played throughout the night. He swayed this way and that, sometimes with his eyes closed when he could count on himself not to bump into anyone, so this didn’t happen as long or as often as he would’ve liked.

He swayed through the dance floor, which was littered here and there by paired off strangers who seemed to be having the time of their lives, and hummed as he surveyed the general atmosphere of the ball. There were people snogging underneath the tree, and another few in the corners of the rooms. The flowers also did their share of the work in creating beautiful little nooks where these strangers could enjoy somewhat of a private conversation. Not that anyone needed to fear about being overheard. He could probably say he was Anthony McLaggen and that he felt like he was ready to settle down, and nobody would pay him any mind. He was under the impression that nobody was taking anyone else seriously, especially since the student body was given the opportunity to reinvent themselves for a night. It sounded like a cheesy Cinderella allegory, he mused.

He downed yet another helping of lemonade, grinning like an idiot as he made his way to the bin to get rid of his empty cup, and nearly missed the opening. He didn’t, though, and he considered that quite an accomplishment. He turned around abruptly, triumphant and willing to celebrate such a happy feat with the world, but really, only one person was just asking to be harassed. The person just happened to be right in front of him [unluckily, maybe?] when he’d turned around, and without thinking, he reached forward and grabbed the face of that person, their lips meeting not even a second later.

She was lounging in one of many chairs situated around the hall, her legs crossed in a way that made her short dress rise a little higher to reveal even more of her endless legs. It got her plenty of attention in the form of wondering eyes and shameless ogling, all of which she largely ignored. Well, unless they happened to catch her eye as well. One in particular she quite liked looking at and she bit her bottom lip and winked at him over the shoulder of his current dance partner. Another one she smirked at and made a little bit of a show checking her out.

It did get a little boring after a while, watching the same mysterious couples twirl round and round in front of her. Already in her mind, the music they danced to had become the tinkering of a music box. So Ace got up, leaving her sliver clutch purse behind, and made her rounds of the room. It was astounding how people acted when they knew no one was aware of their true identities. People made out in corners, stealing kisses and moments from who knows who, they danced with whoever struck their fancy. Anonymity was fun but it took a bit of it out for her - she couldn’t go around and watch the aftermath - or maybe she could. Something ridiculous she could write and no one would be able to refute her. But whatever, she didn’t give a fuck about that right now. The music had finally went back to normal by time she reached the stage tucked against the wall. She gave a little wave to the wizard on the cello - barely in his twenties, probably just finished school himself - and moved along. It was a simple thing to forget this was the Great Hall and not the garden it was all dressed up to be.

As much as Ace was content to just walk around right then, it seemed as though the universe wasn’t having it. From the left, someone (not violently, but not overtly gentle) grabbed her. Not that she was protesting - it would been nicer that when their lips met, she didn’t have to duck down as much as she did. One of her arms snaked around their shoulders - from their slight build, she wasn’t very sure if it was a guy or a girl but didn’t really care - and her other hand cupped the side of their face, angling it up just a bit and to the side as she returned the kiss.

Of Masquerades and Firewhiskey | Open

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 09:16:00 -0400

its-chris-bitch:

Chris straightened his mask and doubled checked his clothing, making sure his dress robes weren’t tucked into his pants. One of the few times he would ever need to check and make sure. Why he actually decided to follow dress code and where the damn things he still wasn’t sure. He patted his flask of firewhiskey and grinned. Making his way into the Great Hall, he watched people as they danced and tried to dance in time with the music. Wow. Some of his fellow students were rather, well, spastic with their dancing. He grinned and maneuvered his way through the groups of people spread out across the hall and found himself next to the food table.

He checked to make sure there were no professors near him as he pulled out his flask. Taking a swig he stuck it back in his pants. Everyone looked so excellent. A few of the masks rather extravagant compared to the others. He tapped his foot in time with the music and found the urge to strong. He made his way out into the crowd of dancers and started jumping around.

Ace drifted apart from the crowd, not quite far enough to be included but just close enough for her to be considered among the clusters of dancing. Her dress was short, heels were high and really, she had managed to get through an astounding amount of lemonade and still on her feet. This wasn’t to say she was plastered, but she had consumed enough to have made her feel warm. She waltzed through the room, her hips swaying not to the music but to her own tune, and when her glass ended up empty when she tried a sip, gravitated back towards the refreshment’s table for a refill.

Or rather, she eyed the punch and the bit of fruit beneath it. Plucking up a blueberry, she rolled it between her thumb and index finger before popping it until her mouth and chewing. It was getting close to time for the buffet to be laid out, wasn’t it? But an excessive pounding - sounding like someone was jumping - caught her attention and she turned around to see a guy flailing about madly. She rose an eyebrow from behind her mask. “I hope you know of other ways to dance than just…that, darlin’, else I pity your partner.”

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Sun, 24 Jun 2012 03:49:31 -0400

nicolemegusta:

slytherinsace:

Okay, so maybe she underestimated addiction. It was a powerful thing and while the withdraw of her precious cigarettes wasn’t driving her to the brink of insanity, it nagged and nagged at her from the deepest corners of her mind.
In short, addiction was a powerful thing.

It also blew.

She couldn’t stand it - all the tittering and twittering of everyone. Not now. Usually it amused her and made her just laugh, laugh, laugh at how truthfully stupid some people where but no, she didn’t have the tolerance currently. Mummy needs her alone time, go play outside kiddies.

Ace walked with her eyes closed. Where she walked, she didn’t know. People kept well the fuck out of her path because, even a little frizzled, this was still Ace Pruitt. You don’t fucking mess with Ace Pruitt unless you were signing your own death warrant.

Her feet took her to the courtyard, her ears to the fountain. For a moment, she was able to block everything out the moment she walked up to that fountain. It was just the water and her and it was calming. But then she smelt the burning tobacco and her eyes opened. Well, fuck. She about faced and walked away. Malfoy’s dare denied her even the simple scent. That rat bastard. At least, she figured, she could try (with no mighty chance of succeeding) to ruin it for Nicole - not that it was going to work. “Thank you, babe, for the lung cancer. Suck a little harder for me.”

After Ace’s comment, Nicole simply raised an eyebrow. She languidly brought her cigarette to her mouth, taking a slow drag, and then blowing it out of the side of her mouth, away from Ace. “You quit?” she asked, flicking her cigarette, ash falling slowly to the ground. She crossed a leg over the other, and leaned back on her hand, turning to face the other Slytherin girl.

“Can’t imagine why you would,” she mused to herself, inclining her head to the left. “I assume its not your own personal choice, but if it is, kudos.” Nicole had always thought it wouldn’t be impossible, but it would be unnecessarily hard. It would be an added stress on her life which she really didn’t need, at all.

She stopped, swivelling back around so she again faced Nicole. Her eyes didn’t follow the cigarette but she eyed with smoke. The wind took it even further away from her, which was a relief because this dumbass dare was going to prove something to Malfoy that she wasn’t as dependant as he assumed on her smokes. Ace Pruitt wasn’t dependant on anything. She lazily shrugged a shoulder. “You could say I did,” but just for a week. It had already been three days, just four more to go then she’d be homefree.

“Believe me, it’s not. Malfoy just think he’s absolutely hilarious,” For once, she didn’t know the origin of something. This being the origin of that dumb truth-or-dare game. But if she had, they would have already been hexed to the moon and back for such a stupid idea. She pulled a face, walking back to the fountain where she took a seat on the edge, propping herself up with an arm. She took in the seventh year before her.

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Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:04:37 -0400

You need to smile more.

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:01:09 -0400

Was this good nuff for you, poppet?

Past Time | Pops

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 04:07:11 -0400

poppy-the-snake:

Poppy smirked as Ace’s lips turned into a frown. She had touched some emotion at least, even though Poppy sometimes felt like Ace had none of them. “Has anyone ever called your column stupid?” she retorted. It was true that Poppy didn’t find Ace’s column utterly revolting. She pried into people’s lives and wrote about their issues, which made Poppy feel sick to her stomach.

“Fine,” Poppy told her as she flipped her hair and walked out of the room in an angry huff. She didn’t want to be around Ace anymore, even though they shared it a room. Her job at this school just made Poppy dislike her even more. Even being in Malfoy’s gang, Ace still bugged her and she could never find a reason why. She was supposed to be safe, almost untouchable yet Ace manages to touch her, and tear her insides out. Poppy hated that as well.

If Poppy honestly thought her simple comment had done something to her, other than make her basically raise her eyebrows, she was sorely mistaken. But this wasn’t the first time Till would have been wrong; she made many a questionable choice in her life. For example, giving in and joining Malfoy’s gang. Another one was to think she was intimidating, that act wasn’t fooling anyone any time soon.

In fact, Ace wondered if she was even fooling herself any more with what, clinging onto the soft Deacon McLaggen and agreeing to go on a date with Grayson Wood.

“Very original of your, poppet,” Ace smiled, patronisingly. What she did was far from a column, it was just a couple things sown together. Sometimes she pulled it from her hat, sometimes it was true. It amused her to see people try to figure out what was fake and what wasn’t.

With her dramatic hair flip, Ace turned away, laughing at her. It was just a heavy, overdone move, and Poppy probably thought she was being original - just like with her comeback. People liker her were just so predictable, so…utterly boring. It was people like her that made her wonder if her game was sometimes worth even playing if it mention dealing with them.

Past Time | Pops

Tue, 29 May 2012 21:03:06 -0400

poppy-the-snake:

“I won’t Candice,” Poppy hissed. She was really letting her horrible mood get the best of her. Poppy knew that it wasn’t a good thing to do, especially with Ace around. She wrote a gossip column after all, and who wonders what she would say about Poppy in it just because of this meeting. She glared at her as she flipped her fiery red hair over her shoulder.

“Well, if you don’t need anything from me, I’ll be on my way,” she told Ace flatly as another barn owl landed on her shoulder. This barn owl didn’t seem to want anything else but a perch, and Poppy didn’t mind letting it sit there so that’s what it did. She then impatiently waited for Ace to say something that would piss her off even more. The fact that she was even waiting for Ace to speak was a mystery in itself. Why did she want to be subjected to Ace and her annoying remarks? Nevertheless, she continued to wait.

The usage of her first name made her quirk her eyebrow at Poppy. Even though it was obvious her nickname “Ace” was derived from “Candice”, she never confirmed. Even Robert Nott and Scorpius Malfoy respected that, addressing her by her last name. And as far as anyone could have known, it was a play on her own ego. The corner of her lip turned down - from anger? from disgust? More likely disgust than anything else; yeah, it was definitely disgust. “Has anyone ever accused you of stalking?”

“Go on, you did say you weren’t going to allow me to keep you,” Ace had nothing more she wanted to say to Poppy. If there had been, then she would have already known - they did share a dorm, after all. It wasn’t very hard for her to get in contact. It was just the girl was honestly that disinteresting. Ace couldn’t even do anything to her that would upset Malfoy, because she knew how little he cared about his minions. They were just a means to an end. But when she continued to stand there, the lackwitted child, Ace turned her head back to her. “Have you forgotten to walk, dearie?”

part of me wants to hug her, part of me wants to kick her and laugh | open

Mon, 28 May 2012 03:14:00 -0400

williampiper:

William ground his teeth together, sick of trying to reach out to her when obviously any and all of his efforts were futile. “Nothing, I-” he paused, sighing, finally collecting all his things to move back to his dorm. “Nevermind.” With his feet on the ground, he looked back at Ace and attempted a small smile, but couldn’t make it reach his eyes as much as he tried. There was something wrong, but maybe it wasn’t his place to try and fix it, as much as he wanted it to be.

He raised a hand to his chest to wave a quick, subtle goodbye as he turned on his heel and made his way back to the corridor. Nice going, Piper. He groaned, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder with one hand and rubbing his face with the other. Nice going.

Ex-act-ly. Clever, clever, oh how very clever clever you are, Mister Piper. Let’s mosey in when she’s out of sorts and see how much we can fuck up her head by stating that the decisions that formed the basis of her life shouldn’t influence her any longer, not when she already built a pedestal so high up for herself, that a badger isn’t as different from a snake and an eagle isn’t as different as a lion. Let’s be rational when the last thing on earth she needed to deal with was someone’s stupid rationality.

“Ta,” She kept her expression as bland as she could, a twinge of exasperation thrown in for good measure as William departed. She had had the same intentions, but seeing as the bench was no longer taken, decided it would be a waste. Ace kept standing, tilting her head out of politeness - he had waved first - and remained as she was until he was out of sight.

Then she returned to the bench, dug out her carton again and this time dragged out her own wand to light. But when she exhaled, it was more of a sigh than anything else.

:) There was a time when I knew something called self-control. I have since lost the ability to what even | Landon

Mon, 28 May 2012 02:22:26 -0400

landon-:

Quite finished, darling?

Her voice rang in his ear, completely snapping him out of the (rather odd) trance he found himself in and looked at her. He had his books carried with one arm while his other was buried inside his pocket, fiddling nervously with the coin inside it. He let out a small chuckle as he shifted a little as he stood trying to look for a more comfortable ground to stand.

He shook his head as he looked at the ground and smiled before looking back again. Of course. She would make it seem as though she had did those fourth years a favour, twisting her deeds to something less ghastly than it actually was. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her curiously. Landon remained quiet for a moment as he thought about he was going to say next, choosing his words carefully.

“You taught one a life lesson?” he asked her. “And what would that be? I’m curious…” He really was genuinely quite intrigued. He wondered what sending out a very personal and private letter to the rest of the school taught a couple of fourteen year olds. That there were to be more careful with what they share with other people?

“Come on, Pruitt,” he said, egging her on. “Tell me. I really am quite interested in what you’ve taught those fourth years.”

She drummed her fingers, her nails clacking against the stone. It was just of those days she felt anxious - the need to do something without exactly being aware of what needed to be done. It was funny, since she had just finished her latest dose of chaos. Maybe it was the deeply seated disappointment that no one else realised what she had done, maybe it wasn’t as fun as it typically was, maybe this, maybe that; maybe could bite me. Whatever it was, it was driving her around the bend.

A part of her itched for another cigarette, but she was going through those like candy. After and some-what during that encounter with Piper, she nearly polished off an entire carton by herself. Not to mention she was one of the main supplier’s of Krissi’s, so no. Ace had to converse what remained until she was able to purchase some more.

Ace hmm’ed. She didn’t intend to answer, no. Not because she couldn’t but because she didn’t expect him to understand. She didn’t like wasting her breath, you see. No one would understand where she was coming from - preaching about trust and whatnot. A few might argue that she had betrayed Sierra’s trust in here, a few might just outright laugh. She didn’t know which one Landon was but she was betting on the former than the latter.

“Fourth year,” She corrected, because it had only been one - Sierra. Actually, no, two. She showed the other one, the Creevey, what kind of person McLaggen was. But that didn’t have much of a fairytale morale, did it?

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Sun, 27 May 2012 01:18:00 -0400

darkcarmen:

Carmen remained oblivious to her stalker as she made the trek back to the castle. It was just an owl, and gave her no reason to think anything beyond that. Really, in comparison to the way that animals usually reacted around her, this was nothing. Animals, magical creatures especially, seemed to have a sense about her, as if they could tell that she wished them harm. It made her Care of Magical Creatures classes interesting. The tamer creatures would get shy around her. The more violent ones would get nervous enough to strike out at any student who got too close. A few classes had ended early because of her. These days she skipped half of them. Skipping classes was half the reason she got so many detentions. She had on tonight, actually, but she had several hours before she had to show up for that one.

The air was cold, even with the noonday sun bearing down upon her. that’s what happened as the seasons moved into winter. She had several layers of wool under her robes, but the cold seemed to slip through anyway. Indoors was her obvious next destination, though where after that she had to decide. Avoiding company seemed best for now, so that ruled out the Ravenclaw common room. It was also too early to try sneak back into the restricted section of the library. An empty classroom, then, to practice her wand-work on the furniture and the spiders that inhabited the dark corners.

Upon reaching the clock tower courtyard, Carmen immediately slipped back into her traumatised-victim act. Head down, avoid eye contact, subtle upset expression. If she’d had a book with her she would have hugged it to her chest. Instead she crossed her arms around her torso, ducking into the castle. Empty classrooms weren’t hard to find, especially now that classes had ended for the day. She didn’t even have to go up or down any stairs, finding one on the ground floor which she slipped into without any trouble. Finally, alone, she could turn off her act again and take out her wand.

It was tiresome, having to act every time she went out in public. The only reason she remained at Hogwarts was because it was convenient. She wasn’t interested in what the teachers had to tell her, unless they happened to be learning a new spell that appealed to her dark mind. Instead she was at Hogwarts for the vast library of information that she could riffle through for the things she really did want to learn; for the supply of potion ingredients that would be difficult for her to get anywhere else without raising suspicion; and most importantly, because she was still under age and couldn’t use magic freely anywhere else.

Flying overhead, Ace was careful not to make her target obvious. Stopping twice to roost on turrets, trees and roofs, she blended in perfectly. But she never let Carmen - more particularly, her face - out of sight.

Since they had reached the clock tower courtyard, there had been a careful façade in place. Carmen effortlessly slipped from the emotionless, cruel child she had witnessed in the Owlry to the victim persona she’d first expected. The sea of students parted before her, some giving her pitying looks, other glances of sympathy and quite a few of indifference. But none the less, they all appeared fooled. It wasn’t surprising, considering, but nonetheless, it chilled her as much as it sparked her interest.

Carmen momentarily vanished inside the hallways. Ace swooped in and followed her from window to window, this time lagging behind. This part was always the hardest, as any casual observer could note this bird’s particular behaviour. But it was worth it - and even if she was caught, she knew enough (not too much, maybe a touch too little) to be safe. Or, really, she assumed. Dealing with someone who now had (at least) confirmed psychopathic tendencies, you could never be sure of too much. It was playing with a match, lit from both ends. You didn’t know which end would burn out first; you’re only certain of the inevitable pain.

She perched herself on the tree, hopping on the branch until she was suitably concealed. The rushing of the leaves, she hoped, would be contributed to the wind. Here, inside the enclosure of an empty room, the victim was gone again. If anything, Carmen at least had a decent career as an actress ahead of her. But, if Ace’s inkling proved to be correct, she was much, much too clever for such a mundane life.

Ace herself attended school because it was her outlet. Not to say she had a bad home life - her mother could do with some replacing - but here, she had built a name for herself that she was determined to take with her out of Hogwarts. What was taught would be useful, she was sure, it just wasn’t now. But you can’t rush things - she could have jumped the gun and confronted Carmen back in the tower - no, you had to plan ahead. Ace just loved watching her plans play out.

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witandimpulse replied to your photo: Robins and Malfoy? Blah blah blah, pureblood,… What does...

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witandimpulse replied to your photo: Robins and Malfoy? Blah blah blah, pureblood,…

What does the frogs have to do with Damien? o.o

What indeed?

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Thu, 24 May 2012 01:54:55 -0400

darkcarmen:

Well, Petal wasn’t coming down. Perhaps the owl had forgotten what had happened the last time it had done this, but it had resulted in the poor thing being too frightened to do anything but answer Carmen’s calls immediately for several weeks. But it had been a while since she had last sent a letter, simply because she’d had nothing to write and wasn’t the type to write anything unless she had something worthwhile to say.

The wand came out of Carmen’s pocket and shut one eye and squinted the other to guide her wand as she pointed it with a straight arm up at her owl. This would take very precise aim, thanks to all the tiers of owls between her and the bird. Many of them had ruffled their feathers up with increasing agitation. Animals didn’t like her, and the owls, especially, got antsy when she was around.

“Crucio!”

The thing about Unforgiveable Curses, aside from them being unforgivable, was that there was a loophole in the law. The use of the three curses on a fellow human being would result in a life sentence in Azkaban. Naturally a few creatures like Centaurs, Vampires and Veela were protected by that same law, but it said nothing about animals. They were free-reign, as far as Carmen was concerned, and Petal had been target practice when she was learning the spell. It had not taken her long. The Cruciatis Curse was something which required a lack of empathy and true intent to cause harm towards it’s victim. So it was not surprising that the curse came naturally to Carmen.

Petal the tawny owl was now screeching a horrible piercing shriek as she fell from her perch and flailed wildly trying to get the right way up before hitting the ground. But it didn’t reach the ground. Carmen stopped the poor thing with a levitation charm at about the height of her chest to allow her to quickly attach her letter to the owl’s one remaining leg before it could regain its senses. Many of the owls had now fled the owlery, taking to the skies instead. Carmen didn’t notice the one owl that was Ace Pruitt. There really was no reason for her to suspect anything. Besides, if she had even the slightest inkling that she was being watched, she wouldn’t have abused the poor bird at all. She was knew better than to let anyone see this side of her.

With the letter now attached to the terrified owl, she released it from the spell. “Take this to my brother Altair,” she commanded. The owl had made the journey so many times to her muggle half-brother’s house that it knew exactly where to go. Obviously eager to get away from its horrifying owner, Petal fled the owlery, losing feathers with the sped in which it was trying to escape. Satisfied, Carmen turned her back to leave the owlery.

[The Letter]

What she expected from Carmen was a snivelling mess of a girl, traumatised all by yesterday’s events. To be perfectly frank, Ace expected just another face with nothing much between the ears. She’d gotten none of those.

She looked around, easily locating the owl Carmen was addressing. Petal. Missing. Due to her time spent in the tower, she was well acquainted with many, if not all, of the owls. The school owned ones were more accepting of her, while the personal were more weary; sometimes she could bring them to her side, sometimes she couldn’t. You can’t win ‘em all. Legless, however, had been…now that she recalled it, frightened? It still was. To her credit, she had tried. Tried very very hard in fact but Legless never came around. Now, it was rather obvious. Wild took aim and the owl screamed. Several others, those nearest, took off and either relocated or fled completely. Her eyes narrowed and she inched closer to Carmen, her size always being her greatest advantage. Ace was easily hidden in the masses of other feathery bodies.

Owls were perhaps her favourite animals, and the shrieks of Petal ruffled her feathers. Yet it also aroused her curiosity. Carmen wasn’t fazed by her owl’s distress,instead she quickly attached the letter to it’s remaining leg and issued a command for the letter to be taken to her brother. Normally, she would have followed the owl, or send her own after it, to intercept it. But Ace didn’t know the contents of the letter, of their gloating and mockery of the same rules she was breaking; what interested her was it’s author. She followed her, just as Carmen’s steps began their descent. She wasn’t stupid, on the contrary, she knew she couldn’t quickly fly down to the base and change back - no that would raise questions and it would be too easy for someone to see the transformation. No, remaining as she was would be best. And if Carmen proved just to be a sick little animal abuser and nothing more, then she would still have the ability to chase after something else worthwhile.

For all that Ace knew of Wild, she was in fifth year and Ravenclaw. That was the extent of her knowledge - either she was truly just as unremarkable as that (hence displaying her domination over her owl, as it was with many cases of abusers.) or she was intelligent enough to hide any violent impulses her little head came up with. In any case, how was she cooping? She would have an answer to that, if anything.

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xscorpiusmalfoyx replied to your photo: Robins and Malfoy? Blah blah blah, pureblood,…

Say what you will about Hazel Robins and I, but using “Son of a Deatheater” as an insult is crossing the line.

Touched a nerve did I, Malfoy?