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 A Thousand Words, tag :: Cillian
katrina m. langdon
 Posted: Feb 20 2017, 01:31 AM
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17 years old
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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t suddenly felt strange being in Purgatory. So often when Katrina was visiting she was never alone. Either she was with Tanner or her parents. But right now, she was on her own. She was so used to having little time with the people she loved in this place; she didn’t want to spend a moment without them. She had been here for two weeks and each of them had their lives to return to. So suddenly she found herself roaming the purgatory streets alone.

She had promised Tanner she wouldn’t stay out after night fall, but that still a few hours away. While he was off helping someone, Kat found herself taking photos throughout the street. She had always loved taking photos. It had started as a desire to have memories of her family, of Tanner. Even though she ran away so often, she never knew when she would actually come back. If she could ever come back. So she took photos, of moments that mattered. It turned out to be a good idea, considering she was finally ripped away completely. With no contact, all she had were her photos.

While in France she started to take photos thinking about the moment she would get to show them to Tanner and her parents. The look of the ocean on the French coast, the way the sun rose across the ocean, the way the sun set on the castle of Beauxbatons. Taking photos of her new school is what led her to finding friends, led her to Sean. Kat continued to take photos for her family, but she found herself enjoying it for other reasons too.

Since returning home Kat found herself taking even more photos. Of everything. It was what was keeping her occupied while Tanner was busy, while her parents worked. Part of her knew she was taking photos again because she knew eventually she would have to leave. Not when she started school again, but when she graduated. When she no longer had a reason to stay in purgatory. She finally was given the chance to live here and she didn’t know how long it would last. So she was taking photos. Of everything.

There was so much to be seen in purgatory. So much more than Kat remembered from when she used to visit two years ago. Her visits had never been long. In fact this was the longest she had ever spent in the gated city. She heard the stories from Tanner. She knew about it all, but seeing it was different. Actually seeing what was happening was different. As much as she preferred to take photos of the good, the moments to remember, she found herself incapable of just looking away. It was the reason she was in rather secluded alleyway taking a photo of blood someone didn't care to clean up.

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: Feb 27 2017, 02:41 PM
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18 years old
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PUREBLOOD
played by Katie
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'back up, back up
There were a lot of things about District 13 that didn't sit well with Cil at all. Even when he tried to take a step back and make things less personal, he found himself getting emotional about the situation all the same. Because there was a lot wrong. It had started with banshees of course. Female banshees, because of the comment that Tanner had made the last time he had... illegally crawled his way into Purgatory. Needless to say, it was something that the hazel eyed young man couldn't quite let go of. So all of his free time had been converted to research. Everything he could get his hands on about Purgatory was at his apartment. Which probably wasn't the safest thing in the world, but he was going to have to think about that a little harder when his mind would give him a chance to breath.

A lot of people didn't understand Cil. He was this weird combination of emotional and logical, though the emotions were typically pretty restrained until earlier in the year. Understandable, because he could understand how both your parents suddenly dying in a terrible attack in the Broom Convention would be... personality changing. Life changing, in so many ways. He might not have ever gone down this road if his parents hadn't been murdered in that attack. It made him react more emotionally to the things he wanted to hold onto. To the comforts he had found afterwards. Faye was one of those, even if it had been building up to the same sort of thing before his parents had died. It was complicated, but it was hard for Cil to walk away from it all because he had an obsessive sort of mind. Once he decided to find something out, he'd read every last thing he could on the subject until he had exhausted everything available to him.

Being a working member of the Prophet who was sent out on research dives on a regular basis? Well, he had a lot more available to him than he had before. He wasn't a journalist or a reporter just yet, but there was still more open to him as an employee of the Prophet than there had been on his own. Cil was just going to have to find a good balance. There was a lot that needed to be balanced. He needed a better hiding spot for all of his research, he had to hide it because if he started raising any red flags then his place was likely to be raided. Reading up on similar government situations over the years, things pointed in certain directions without Cil haven't to look into shady situations currently. Governments who were hiding things from the public, more than the normal at least, did those sorts of raids normally. It wouldn't surprise him if the civilians of the district had such things happen in their homes on a regular basis. Just in case.

But there was also information that he needed to verify on the inside. Additionally, he wanted to work with the least amount of people possible. The less people putting their necks on the line, the less guilt he would have on the entire thing. He also needed evidence, like photos. Photos were always a good way to get the attention of the public, doubly if it was a graphic and moving image all on its own. But for the life of him, Cil wasn't good at cameras. He could develop film just fine and could easily do so by blacking out his apartment with a few spells. But taking photos? He just didn't have an artistic eye for the job. He also wasn't supposed to be in the district. He had no relatives that were creatures, at least that he knew of, and he was over the line age wise for any of that in any case. Cil also didn't want anyone in the government to know that he was in here, so sneaking in illegally was kind of his only option.

Funny how the world worked though. A few months back, all anyone would call him was bookworm. Now he was doing investigative journalism (on his own), breaking into government districts illegally, and trying to cause the biggest public stink he could about the treatment of people here. It needed to be done. No one else had done it before. So why the hell not him? He just... couldn't stand aside and let it happen. Not when he was connected to this emotionally. No matter how much Faye just wanted to wipe him off the board like he had never been there in the first place. It wasn't about that, not anymore. This was about doing something because it was the right thing to do. He was sure his mother would have understood. She would have helped if she had been alive. She would have.

Still, it meant that Cil was learning a lot of things he had never learned before. Like sneaking around and avoiding guards. Which he was doing right now as he ducked into an alleyway to hide behind some garbage cans. With a dark hoodie on and some worn in jeans, he looked like any other young guy running around in the evening, so they didn't chase him down. Thankfully. But there was someone else in the alley, someone who looked slightly familiar, though Cil couldn't place her name with her face. The guards were still in the area, so he couldn't say anything, but he made eye contact with her and lifted a finger to his lips all the same, hopeful that she'd stay silent. Or his ass would be grass in a very literal way, he was sure.

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katrina m. langdon
 Posted: Mar 1 2017, 06:51 PM
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17 years old
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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he photography was enough to keep Kat’s mind off other things. It was a good distraction, in truth one of the best. When she had first arrived Tanner had spent time getting her reaquainted to the new ins and outs of purgatory. He did was he could to make her feel comfortable within the walls as an actual resident and not just as an outsider. While she knew how to handle herself for the most part within the walls of purgatory, Tanner didn’t allow her to join him when he had missions to do. He had a job within purgatory and bringing Kat along meant putting her intentionally in harm’s way, it just wasn’t what he did.

It was what resulted in her being alone at the current moment in time. Faye needed backup of some sort, which Tanner was assisting on. He was always there when Faye needed him. It was his position in purgatory, Kat had always known it but she rarely actually saw it. When she occasionally visited, he was usually able to get someone to cover for him. This wasn’t an occasional visit though so he couldn’t continue to put off the things he needed to do.

For a long time Kat was certain something was happening between the two banshees. Tanner had a habit of bring her up in conversation, of course it was always in regards to purgatory, but still Faye was so often there. Seeing them working together, it didn’t help the small part of Kat’s mind that thought maybe they should be together. Their kind was dwindling after all, didn’t it make sense? The majority of Kat knew it was ridiculous, the idea of Faye and Tanner, but they both fit so well together in purgatory. It was a place they both truly belong. She would always be the outsider.

Kat pulled her mind away from the thoughts of Faye, and Tanner and the things they were currently doing, doing her best to ignore the fact whatever it was would be dangerous. Instead she turn her attention to her camera and the photo she had just taken. Distraction. She bit her lip as she examined it after a few minutes she realized she didn’t like it at all. Just as she was squatting down to retake the photo she saw a figure behind a few garbage cans. Her eyebrow rose as she stood straight again. Glancing around she noticed the guards just a few feet away. Pursing her lips together she nodded in understanding trying not to laugh at the seemingly overly dramatic action.

With the guards still around Kat took the opportunity to finish the photo she wanted to take, since the hooded figure seemed determined not to be seen by the guards she might as well ignore him for the time being. She took her time framing the dried splatter of red, on the concrete, trying a few angle before taking several quick snaps. Once she had deemed a few of them worthy she glanced around to make sure the guards were no longer nearby.

There was no reason to be overly concerned about the peacekeepers at this time of the day. With the sun still up, well they weren’t overly concerned with a guy in a hoodie, even if he wasn’t supposed to be within the walls. There were other concerns. The hiding was probably what would have caught their attention. Either way they weren’t around anymore. Now that the coast was clear, Kat made her way toward the couching wizard. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was.

“Cillian?” It had been two years since she saw the seerer, but she could still recognize him with ease. He was Pippa’s brother after all. Cillian Stern recongizing her, that was an entirely different story. “The guards are gone...unless you wanted to hang out behind a garbage can. It’s a weird life choice, but I try not to judge"

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: Mar 14 2017, 12:09 PM
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'back up, back up
If there was one person in the world who knew that Tanner and Faye were not together or hooking up, it was Cil Stern. He had... seen enough in both of the banshee's romantic lives to know what was going on in that sort of sense. It was the curse he lived with, though he was certain his older sister would have called it a blessing. Cil would have preferred living without it, but if he had been without it... would he have seen anything around Faye's head? Would he have known... it didn't matter. All his mind wanted to do was circle around the fact that he and Faye were supposed meant to be two halves to a whole, but she didn't want him around. She didn't want anything to do with him. Faye hated him and maybe that was for the best. They didn't have to be together. He just wanted her safe and happy. She couldn't be safe and happy here.

It was just hard to get other people to understand that. There were a few people within the wizarding community who seemed to protest the situation, but they were often thought of as crazies by the majority of the population. Cil was going to have to try and find a niche to work his story into, a way to get it to the masses to educate them more than anything else. To open their eyes. To do anything he could to help Faye. He knew it was emotional and he knew that he was desperate, but there was nothing he could do about those emotions. Not after what he had been through this year. He was just logical enough to understand the reasons why he was treading this path and unable or unwilling to change course.

Of course, there were plenty of things were common sense that Cil missed on average. He didn't understand blending in, because he was an over thinker. He didn't understand that scurrying around and hiding like this was cause for more concern than anything else. He just thought he was being smart in not being seen. Because he really would get in trouble if he was caught. Perhaps not the worst trouble ever, considering he was a wizard and a man and white and his parents had died earlier in the year. Oh and his mother had been mildly famous. And he was a seer. And a bunch of other things. Cil simply thought better safe than sorry.

Cillian. Apparently the girl knew him. Fuck. Cil was trying to make sure that he wouldn't be outed by someone he knew. But apparently he was sticking his foot into it all over again. Could he remember her name? Nope. It wasn't coming to him. Of course, if she was one of the younger years, then he wouldn't at all. At least until she got a little snarky. Then he remember she was one of his sister's friends. Except he still couldn't remember her name, goddamnit. "Look just... " He trailed off for a second as he realized that she was standing in front of a blood stain. "What happened here?" Maybe he could distract her with questions instead. That worked most of the time, right? He moved from being the garbage can to where she was standing, groping about in his bag for the camera he had brought along with him. This was the sort of stuff he needed. Blood stains without being cleaned up. Yes, this was exactly what he needed. He pulled out the camera and tried to snap a picture. Maybe one would be good out of the bunch.

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katrina m. langdon
 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 01:50 AM
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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illian Stern in purgatory was not exactly something that was supposed to happen. Kat was one thing, she had family here, she had worked hard to get here. And this time she had done it the right way. Or the legal way? Was that what they had gone on and on about? The legal way. She had hated there was a specific way she was supposed to go about being with her parents. It wasn’t supposed to be difficult to be with your family. It wasn’t for other people. For Kat though, there were the right and wrong ways for her to be with her family. She wasn’t entirely certain there was a right way for Cillian to be here though.

As he moved away from the garbage cans, Kat placed the cap on the lens of her camera and draped the strap over her shoulder. It was clear he hadn’t expected to see someone who recognized him. There was a clear look of shock in his face when she had said his name. It was also clear that he didn’t know her name. Which probably didn’t help the situation, Kat knowing who he was and him not knowing here. She could see that complicated things.

Before she could say anything about it he was talking, and before he finished his comment something distracted him. Her eyebrow rose at his question. She glanced around a bit, looking for some signs of something that had happened. At first she was looking at the building, anything that was eye level. ”What? Nothings happ…” It wasn’t until he was moving toward her that Kat looked down and realized he was talking about the blood she had just taken a photo of.

”Oh! You mean that? No idea honestly. It was probably just a fight. It happens all the time. By the looks of it, the blood is a few days old.”

Kat wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about the fact she knew how old the blood stain was. It was a weird thing to be aware of. In truth she was the worst she knew at figuring it out. Her parents could tell by smelling it. Tanner had years of practice. Not to mention if it was a fight, he would have heard about it. It did help though, knowing how old the blood was. The fresher it was the more dangerous, especially at night.

”What are you doing?”

There was no controlling her laugh as Cillian tried to take a photo of the blood stain. For a few moments she just watched in amusement. She had been told she was a natural when it came to taking photographs. Whatever that meant. But it was true. No one taught her, one day she had her foster parent’s camera and she just started taking pictures. The lights and angles just made sense to her. It never fazed her that it was a skill to be acquired or that it was possible to be so bad at it. Taking the few small steps to Cillian she placed her hand over his to stop him from hitting the shutter button.

”First rule of taking photos, remove the lens cover. Also move to the other side, you’re going to get your shadow in the picture with the way the sun is right now.”

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 09:25 PM
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18 years old
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'back up, back up
The blood was a few days old? And no one had cleaned it up? That was just another example of why things weren't running well here. It would have been cleaned up as soon as magical law enforcement was done getting the evidence they needed from the scene, anywhere else. In an instant really, because all they needed was the right sort of spells and it would come right off. In a flash. In a breath. Yet here this stain was, days old, and there was nothing around that suggested this scene had even been looked into. It was abandoned, as much of the civilians here in Purgatory were.

Cil didn't like any of it, but her words still irritated him. Probably because he was here in Purgatory and this was serious for him, while it felt like she was making everything a joke. Of course, his nerves were already stretched thin for a thousand different reasons. But at least her name triggered in the back of his mind when she moved closer to him and started rattling off about photography. There was one kid in Ravenclaw who had liked photography that he could remember. Langdon. That was her name, though Cil couldn't remember what her first name was. Not that it mattered.

"Look, I'm not a photographer, alright?" He growled out the words, though he was quickly fumbling for the lens cap so the hazel eyed young man could pull it off. He couldn't quite believe the fact that he had forgotten to take that off. That was pretty stupid. But it had only happened because his emotions were far too ramped up. He needed to calm down. Needed to be logical about all of this. If he was emotional, then he was much more likely to fuck it all up instead of handling it calmly. He couldn't let the situation or Langdon get to him, no matter what she said.

Besides he was better at writing. Of course more often than not, it was the picture that could grab someone and hold them to the article. Make them interested enough to read. The headline of the article, the picture, and who had wrote it. Considering that Cil's name wasn't famous on its' own, there wasn't any point in counting on that last one. So the headline and the picture had to be better. The picture better than he could likely pull off. "If you're so good at this, how about you take the picture for me?" Cil held his camera out to her with a scowl on his features. If she really liked photography, then maybe she would be a better choice for it. Cil just had to hope she wouldn't start asking too many questions about what he was going to do with the picture. Because she did not want her name on that article, even if she had taken the picture.

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katrina m. langdon
 Posted: Apr 9 2017, 11:26 PM
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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he seer's annoyance or irritation was almost overwhelming. Part of Kat found it entertaining because there just didn’t seem to be a place for it. At least not being directed toward her. She thought she had been friendly, helping him hide, letting him know when the peace keepers were gone, and even giving him advice about the photograph. Alright, she might have been laughing at him throughout all of that. But he had to see how ridiculous he was being.

It was clear by his irritation though he didn’t find anything amusing or helpful about Kat at this particular moment. Though the more she thought about it they had now spoken more than they had ever before in either of their lives. Maybe she had always irritated him to this degree, she was just never around enough to see it. She attempted to hold back her laughter, but it was still apparent by the grin on her face.

”Well clearly. Honestly I was just trying to help.”

The short snicker the escaped her lips as Cillian tried to uncap his camera did not help. If she had known what he was trying to do, Kat might have been able to keep it together a bit more. Take the situation at hand a bit more seriously. But she didn’t. Instead she was looking at it all from the eyes of a person that lived in purgatory. The situation sucked, having blood just left here on the ground, no one bothering to clean it up, no one bothering to care what happened. The aftermath didn’t affect her as much as it once had. Now if she had seen the fight and no one did anything that would be a different story. But instead it was just dried blood, something that was scattered all around purgatory. If Kat let herself get angry every time she saw it she might never smile again.

Kat’s eyebrow rose at his scowl. He’s irritation with her was starting to rub off. She was now getting rather annoyed with him. After all, he was the one sneaking around; he wasn’t even allowed to be here. It was her home, her town. He didn’t even have a right to be here making his right to be annoyed with her non-existent. Taking her camera off her shoulder she turned pulled up the photo she had already taken. Taking a step closer to him she allowed Cillian to look at the screen.

”I’ve already taken one. Tell me why you need it and maybe I’ll let you use it. Or I’ll leave you to sneaking around like a weirdo asking to get caught.”

And there was Kat's known temper. The one that appeared out of no where. Of course in her mind it was completely and utterly warranted. After all he was the one that was being ridiculous and rude. Her patience had never been a strong suite for her. Cillian was obviously irritated by her, it was only fitting she became just as irritated with him. He started it after all. The always sound logic of Katrina Langdon.

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: Apr 15 2017, 07:40 PM
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'back up, back up
There were times when Cil felt like fate was working against him. Which was stupid because he didn't believe in things like fate. Or god. Or gods. Or a higher power in general. Life was life. They had evolved into muggles and wizards all on their own. The right conditions on earth and everything. Long story short, he didn't believe in fate, but sometimes Cil had to wonder what exactly was going on. Because it felt like people were pressuring him. It felt like the walls of his sanity were caving in. And it wasn't over anything large, just a student at Hogwarts who was giving him sass for some unknown reason and just...

Everything was more serious than the way she was taking it. The way she was speaking about it. Perhaps this was just one of those moments where the camel's back was broken by the final straw. There had been a lot going on in his life this year. Meeting Faye. Realizing how much she meant to him. His parents being murdered. Graduating, trying to figure out who he was outside of Hogwarts, finding out that female banshees didn't last long in Purgatory... there was just too much to overwhelm him that when Langdon decided to push him on the subject, Cil just sort of hit a wall that he couldn't get over.

"A weirdo sneaking around, is it?" Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he barely knew her and after this, it was likely that they wouldn't ever meet again. "Or how about the fact that almost no one beyond these walls knows the fuck is going on in here?" His words were ground out, the emotion that he was struggling to keep in breaking through his voice. He was losing the battle though. "How about the fact that someone probably got really hurt here and probably didn't get any help. Our bodies only hold so much blood, Langdon. The amount that's on the ground? If they didn't get help right away, they're dead." And he pointed directly at the stain at that point, his voice climbing as he nearly shouted it.

Which was going to cause all sorts of problems. He took a breath and pulled off the cap, figuring she would leave him alone at this point. Because all he really wanted to do was take a picture. His nerves were shot and there was a part of him that understood he was risking his life by being here, so maybe he was wound up more than he should have been. Cil just wanted people to know. He just wanted them to know the truth of what was happening and hope that there was enough good in people to do something about it.

Faith? Fate? He really was having a break down.

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katrina m. langdon
 Posted: Apr 16 2017, 11:44 AM
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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t had been a long time it seemed since Kat’s temper appeared. When she first arrived in France she had been short with everyone. She hated the fact she was so permanently ripped away from the people she loves. It had been horrible, unimaginable and yet she had to live with it. Beauxbatons didn’t have the same type of people that made her emotions explode. She didn’t have to start yelling at someone for being stupid in regards to creatures. She was in a sense happy and content with the way things were. After hearing about Sammy and realizing she wasn’t going to be allowed to go to the funeral she hadn’t gotten mad. She just shut down; she didn’t even speak let alone allow her emotions to be shown.

Arriving back in Purgatory she was with Tanner and her family, there had been too many things to catch up. It was a happy time, as oddly as that always seemed when in purgatory, but it was true. Purgatory was its own little world. Separated in a sense from the people that hated creatures so much, away from the witches and wizards that did not know what they were actually talking about. Kat didn’t have to have a temper when she was with the people that knew what was going on. It could still maker her angry, but everyone was angry. It didn’t need to explode.

”Yes weirdo. The way you’re dressed, hiding behind garbage cans. You are exactly what the peacekeepers keep an eye out for.”

Right now though, Kat’s temper was beginning to bubble over. If she knew Cillian, knew what his motivation was for this all she would be having a very different reaction that the one that was coming. Instead here was this wizard, someone who was around when the creatures at Hogwarts were named and attacked. A seer no less that seemed so shocked by it all. In Kat’s mind he was too old to be his naïve. It wasn’t that Kat didn’t take this all seriously, everyone here took everything seriously. It’s what you had to do. But it was also her home, officially now, and the home of everyone creature that was forced to live here.

Cillian might be trying to hid his emotion, or at least control it a bit, but Kat was not that type of person. She scoffed loudly at each of his exclamations. Despite the fact he was taller than her, she held the posture of someone about to talk to a child, finding a way to appear as though she was looking down at him. The growing anger she had for his ignorance of what was going on was masking the fact he wanted to learn more about what was happening.

”Well hate to break it to you Cillian you aren’t out there. You’re in purgatory right now. Nothing about this,” Kat gestured to the blood stain, ”is new. It’s just part of life here. And you’re right, someone probably did die, there aren’t too many places to get help in here. And I can walk you at least five other spots in a few block radius that resulted in the same thing. Are we supposed to stop living our lives because bad things happening? It’s a part of our lives. Just because you’ve suddenly decided to pay fucking attention to what’s happening doesn’t mean you get to act as though we aren’t aware.”

It always happened as her voice raised and her face reddening with anger, she stated to say we. Kat wasn’t a creature, and until a few weeks ago she didn’t even live in purgatory, but she thought of herself as one of them. Even though she often thought of herself as an outside in both the wizarding world and the creature world, when her emotions were high she was making a very distinctive stance. In this stupid war on creatures she was firmly on the side of the creatures.

”Were you really that naïve to think everything was happy in a concrete town surrounded by gates? Did you really think it was okay in here? This town was not created to keep creatures safe, it was created to lock them away. The Ministry made this town to make sure the bad things were contained. You're left with a town of bad things.”

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: Apr 22 2017, 01:40 PM
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18 years old
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'back up, back up
There were times when Cil felt like the world was some sort of comedic tragedy and that they were all fools. Dramatic, once again, but Cil was discovering that he had likely always had a dramatic streak. He had a tendency to be passionate about the way he thought on the world. The books that he read, the facts that he enjoyed, and in the end Cil was just as prone to emotions as every one else. Despite the fact that he thought he was above it all. He was a normal human being, with all the same hormones that everyone else did. Wizarding, muggle, squib, muggleborn, and creature alike. All of them.

It was just rare that Cil had clarity over his own swing of emotions, even as he felt like he was almost being attacked verbally here. Of course this wasn't the case. She was not a piece of the problem. She wasn't the one who had hurt whoever had bled out here. She wasn't in the Ministry. She wasn't one of the guards who did illegal things behind these closed doors. She wasn't one of the ones running a gang behind the walls. She was very likely not the one who caused female banshees not to last long here.

Was it his fault he hadn't known before? Guessed a few things, but not to this degree. He wasn't sure what the answer was. Yes and no? Not his fault the ministry was covering it up well. Wasn't his fault that he had been a kid, lost in his own world. Wasn't his fault he hadn't delved deeper. And yet that didn't feel like a defense to him. Ignorance was never a good defense in Cil's mind.

Still, he didn't see her doing anything either. She was lecturing him when she was just wandering around in alleys doing Merlin knew what, pointing fingers at people who were actually trying to do something now. Struck him as someone who shouldn't be opening their fucking big mouth to cast the first stone. "Talk like that is going to keep people from trying to help when they do find out the truth about this place." The words were tersely spoken, but Cil didn't quite care. She could get full of herself on indignation that Cil, an 18 year old teenager, hadn't known about the darker things in life before. Or she could be glad that he had educated himself before believing everything the Ministry had fed him.

So he wasn't going to use her photos. He didn't even want to talk to her anymore. After all, he wasn't here because of her. It wasn't personal anymore. Cil was doing this because it was the right thing to do. He didn't need Langdon's approval anymore than he needed anyone else putting in their two cents.

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 Posted: May 11 2017, 12:17 AM
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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aybe I’m just tired of waiting for people to figure out the truth about this place. How long did it take you? How many times at Hogwarts did you hear me yelling at students for the horrible things they said about Tanner? Or any of the creatures? I got in trouble all of the time, everyone knew my reputation. And did you even know what it was about? Did you even care?”

There was a part of Kat that knew she wasn’t being realistic. In Cillian’s mind he had a point, he was only 18. But the truth was, she was only 17. It wasn’t on her to change the world. In her mind she was doing what she could. Or at least what she knew she could. In Kat’s mind the only thing she could do was yell. It wasn’t as if people tended to take the foster kid seriously. At least not the people that needed their minds changed. As far as they were concerned she was an example that creatures were bad. If the ministry removed her from her creature parents then it was clear they were bad.

Cil had already turned away from Kat, but she wasn’t done. She was rarely done when it came to her yelling. In school the only thing that stopped her was a professor pulling her away, occasionally Tanner. It Once she started everything that she ever felt came tumbling out of her mouth. All of the anger that was always there came out in long rants and this time around there wasn’t a professor or Tanner to drag her away. Grabbing Cil’s arm she forced him to stop.

”You don’t get to talk to me like that. You don’t get to be short or angry with me. Not here. I’m glad you’re finally fed up with it all. Welcome to the party. I’ve been around all of this since I was eight years old. So enough of this holier than thou mentality of yours. It’s not my job to make sure people know the truth about this place. No one has helped yet. No one helped me when I was ripped away from my parents. No one outside these walls ever help. I won’t go around pretending to be nice just because eventually they might realize the truth about this place. I don’t have the time for that, nor does anyone else in this place. Everyone here has already waited long enough for people to help.”

Kat’s voice softened with the last words she spoke. For years after she was taken away from her family, she had tried everything in her power to find a way back to her parents. To get help. She was a child, she needed help, but there hadn’t been anyone that could. The first person that had ever helped her was Tanner, and he was just a child too. Kat let go of Cil’s arm.

”Be happy that this, all of this, is new to you.”

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cillian d. stern
 Posted: May 18 2017, 09:16 PM
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There had been more then enough conversations that Cil had walked away from in school. Not because he had been silenced by overwhelming logic or stunned by some twist of words that out paced him. But because he sometimes couldn't understand the logic of others. Things that people... he was dumbfounded. Utterly dumbfounded. Unable to understand the path that a person had taken. The reason behind it.

Of course, he was a lot less emotional than most other people. In many ways he was passionate, but he could also be detached when it came to people he just... didn't care about. He didn't know Langdon. He didn't know the brunette in front of him, wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to make Cillian's some how bleed in pity for her. Or pain? Or... why was she throwing her anger at him? What had he done to deserve it? She was being just as unreasonable as... well, the exact opposite side. Eye for an eye didn't get anyone anywhere. Otherwise Cil would have blamed all creatures for the death of his parents. Not just the ones who had actually done it.

"Be happy?" There was a snort out of him, ripped from his chest so deep he thought he felt a rib crack. Be happy? Cil had already jerked his arm out of Langdon's grip, because it would have happened the second she had touched him without asking. He wasn't alright with that either. "Go fuck yourself, Langdon." He didn't care. In that moment, she didn't care about him, so he as sure shit was going to give a flying rat's ass for her. And he didn't care that it felt like all his emotions turned off in that conversation, because he wasn't going to try to speak to someone who wasn't reasonable in return.

But to respond to her any further was just to feed into this endless argument. He didn't have time to play games with little kids because they wanted someone to tantrum and he happened to fit the bill at the time. "Seriously. Go fuck yourself." The hazel eyed young man turned away from her, taking another picture of the blood stain before popping the lens back on and returning it to his bag. Langdon didn't matter. She wasn't the reason he was here. And Faye... she wasn't either any more. He was going to do this his way. Then he moved to leave, because he was done with this entire shit show already. He needed to find some other places to take photos then get out with enough time to start developing the film before passing out.

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 Posted: May 23 2017, 07:35 PM
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summer evening breezes blew drawing voices deep from you led by your beating heart what a year and what a night what terrifying final sights

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at’s day had started out great. Or at least decent. She was finding herself adjusting to what actually constituted great in her mind. For most of Kat’s life great meant getting to be in purgatory. The place itself wasn’t great of course, but it was how she got to be with her family. That was what great meant to Katrina Langdon, being with her family. Now that she was back, actually with her parents, great was able to mean more. She was able to reserve calling a day great for something even better. So maybe today hadn’t started out great, but it was decent, a good day. Until Cil arrived.

This was not the conversation she had wanted or expected. Kat couldn’t even follow hwo they had gotten to this point. Yelling at each other, it didn’t make any logical sense. While Kat tended to explode, she had always known where it came from. The anger exploded out because of the person’s ignorance, disregard for human life, and the lack of basic human decency. Maybe there was so a bit of ignorance from Cil, but not enough to warrant this kind of reaction from her. She also couldn’t figure out why he was fight back.

Cillian’s reaction though made Kat realize saying be happy had been the wrong phrasing. But since she was already riled up she didn’t respond in any better manner. Her eyes rolled at his scoff, she released his arm the moment he began ripping it from her grasp. And when he cussed, Kat laughed, loudly, her arms crossed. There was an air of superiority in her as she stood in front of him. Not bothering to care that his back was turned to her.

”You’re aware a word from me and the peacekeepers find you and kick you out right? The entire Ministry will know you snuck in here and they will never again trust a word that comes out of your mouth. Trust me, I know.”

It’s what had happened to Kat. In the eyes of the Ministry she was just a pest. A harmless annoying pest that they couldn’t quite shut up. Every interaction she had with them had an air of oh honey attached. Every part of Kat hated it. It made her louder, angrier, hoping eventually her voice will be heard. But it never was. Because who pays attention to the annoying little pest when you can just swat it away.

”Maybe happy was the wrong word. You’re lucky, how about that. In regards to purgatory you’re lucky. You get to deal with all of this as an adult. Your parents weren’t forced to give up their parental rights when they were locked up for the rest of their lives. You weren’t eight the first time you saw a dead body so carelessly left in the street. You haven’t known you were living on borrowed time since the moment you stepped through those gates. You didn’t grow up watching and comforting kids crying over the loss of their parents killed in front of them for simply existing. You sneak into this place to take a photo of a blood stain for what? You think that’s bad? You’re lucky because you think that a blood stain is gonna prove something to someone out there. No one cares that creatures bleed. After the B.R.O.O.M attack that’s what people want. They want creatures to bleed. Why else would they execute an innocent man?”

As Kat spoke her anger grew, but it wasn’t directed at Cillian and it wasn’t the anger that made her explode. It was the type of anger that made her want to break down and cry. The anger that was so overwhelming she just didn’t know what do it. She wasn’t thinking about the effect of the attack on Cillian’s family, she might have said things differently. Even though she knew what happened, it was hard to keep everything she had missed while she was gone. Her biggest concern had been the death of Sammy, the other major events didn’t process in her mind as well. Her eyes began to glissen as they started to tear up. In her mind Cillian was the child in this situation. A well intentioned child, but a child never the less. A child that didn’t truly understand the scope of the situation he had decided to care about. Kat was becoming just as done with the conversation as Cil was. And it was apparent as her voice dropped, the angry leaving it.

”If you want to actually do something, try making people realize creatures aren’t monsters. Because right now, no one out there cares if monsters are treated badly.”

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 Posted: May 29 2017, 06:04 PM
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Cil wasn't a people person. He had never been described as a people person and he never wanted to be a people person. The more space he had from people, the better. And yet he wanted to be a reporter. He wanted to educate them in a manner they needed, in his opinion. In many people's opinions. Because the world felt so wrong with all these terrible things in them. Langdon may have been judging Cil for a wealth of things that were wrong with the world, with her anger and her issues, but Cil's heart was in the right place. He was trying to do the right thing now that he knew. To be judged on it otherwise was just... not fair at all.

So Cil didn't hear a damn thing that Kat was telling him, beyond the fact that she was now threatening him. For what? Minding his own damn business and fucking trying to make a difference in the world? She was a fucking hypocrite, that's what she was, and he had no respect for her in any way, shape, or form. Her words fell on deaf ears. He had other places to go, other things to try and photograph, and other things to.... well, other things to fucking do. He didn't have time for someone who wanted throw a tantrum at him just because he happened to be close enough to the people she was mad at. Just because he wasn't a creature and his family weren't creatures? No, she would wind up being part of the problem in the long run. So she wasn't worth his time.

And by the time he was two streets over, he had forgotten all about her. If she wanted to turn him in, then she would have to live with that on her soul. First offense? They'd barely give him a slap on the wrist. He could lie his way out of the situation with ease, using his parents' deaths. They'd understand of course, but he had to do what was right. No matter what a snotty little brat thought on the matter. No matter what anyone did.

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