Signeg: Leaving Grimmauld Place Gained: Day 132, Yaksinis
Things have come to a head.
You've hated them for some time now, but now it's just too much, way too much and you honestly can't even stand it anymore. You're sick and tired of them ripping apart everything that makes you happy, tired of their terrible obsession with bloodlines and blood purity, tired of being obligated to let them break you over and over because they have the authority, tired of being forced to abide them when they're wrong, they're so wrong—
"Merlin, shut up already! Leave my friends alone! They're better people than the bleeding lot of you ever fucking will be!"
"*, stop—" "No, shut your mouth like a good boy, Regulus!" It's too late, the floodgates have opened and you can't stop now—
"* Black, how dare you—"
"You're all freaks! Demons, the fucking lot of you—"
"SILENCE!" You can't even be assed to be cowed by your father's bellowing voice anymore—
"No! To hell with your Toujours Pur bullshit! I don't care anymore! I'm not one of you, never will!" Your father raises his hand to hurt you Merlin-knows-how, but you've raised your wand and the entire room slams to a screeching standstill.
"Get out." Your father's voice takes on a deadly chill, but the adrenaline in your veins refuses to let it truly affect you.
"Father—"
"Silence, Regulus. I will play father to a filthy, disgraceful blood traitor no longer. Get out of my house."
You say nothing, merely Apparate to your room to avoid turning your back on your father, and gather a few things— money, clothes— and pitch yourself down the stairs to take your leave.
As you leave Number 12 Grimmauld Place and your last memory of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black grows fuzzy, you take one last glance behind you down the hall, and the image stays with you and settles in the knot growing in your stomach— Walburga Black, glaring at you hatefully while Orion Black blasts your name from the tapestry of the family tree.
EFFECTS: +500 brooding bad boy +200 vicious temper +300 rebellious +5000 unsure towards anyone with those names (sorry Orion) + a last name! and family members' names
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leaving grimmauld place
Date: 2015-03-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Gained: Day 132, Yaksinis
Things have come to a head.
You've hated them for some time now, but now it's just too much, way too much and you honestly can't even stand it anymore. You're sick and tired of them ripping apart everything that makes you happy, tired of their terrible obsession with bloodlines and blood purity, tired of being obligated to let them break you over and over because they have the authority, tired of being forced to abide them when they're wrong, they're so wrong—
"Merlin, shut up already! Leave my friends alone! They're better people than the bleeding lot of you ever fucking will be!"
"*, stop—" "No, shut your mouth like a good boy, Regulus!" It's too late, the floodgates have opened and you can't stop now—
"* Black, how dare you—"
"You're all freaks! Demons, the fucking lot of you—"
"SILENCE!" You can't even be assed to be cowed by your father's bellowing voice anymore—
"No! To hell with your Toujours Pur bullshit! I don't care anymore! I'm not one of you, never will!" Your father raises his hand to hurt you Merlin-knows-how, but you've raised your wand and the entire room slams to a screeching standstill.
"Get out." Your father's voice takes on a deadly chill, but the adrenaline in your veins refuses to let it truly affect you.
"Father—"
"Silence, Regulus. I will play father to a filthy, disgraceful blood traitor no longer. Get out of my house."
You say nothing, merely Apparate to your room to avoid turning your back on your father, and gather a few things— money, clothes— and pitch yourself down the stairs to take your leave.
As you leave Number 12 Grimmauld Place and your last memory of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black grows fuzzy, you take one last glance behind you down the hall, and the image stays with you and settles in the knot growing in your stomach— Walburga Black, glaring at you hatefully while Orion Black blasts your name from the tapestry of the family tree.
EFFECTS:
+500 brooding bad boy
+200 vicious temper
+300 rebellious
+5000 unsure towards anyone with those names (sorry Orion)
+ a last name! and family members' names