cantfightthisfire: (81)
Marina Prescott ([personal profile] cantfightthisfire) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_rp2012-09-27 01:17 am

03; Accidental Voice/Text



[At first when she wakes up, everything is normal. Perfectly normal. And then all of a sudden there is a very loud, very high pitched eleven year old boy's voice coming through the journals. If you're in Gryffindor tower, you'll probably see a very freaked out, panicking Jake English, and then.]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

[Seriously. SERIOUSLY WHAT IS GOING ON.

This is a dream isn't it? She's dreaming. She's having a nightmare. This is not happening. HOW THE FUCK IS SHE THIS THING?!

WHAT EVEN THE HELL.

It's a long time before any ink appears, as she attempts to wake herself up by pinching really hard. Multiple times. And yet she's still. This thing.

Finally she finds the journal because it's the only other option she can think of. The handwriting is shaky and weird, as if she isn't used to the hands she has now. Which... she isn't.]


What the fuck is going on?!

Someone fix this! Fix it right now!


[OOC: Replies will come from [personal profile] flamingadventurer]
lefilschanceux: (16)

2/2- Text now.

[personal profile] lefilschanceux 2012-09-27 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[And suddenly there's a prison mugshot of a man in his 40s, bearing a family resemblance to the two that Henry, for one, isn't completely comfortable with.]

This guy look familiar? Because that's him. That's our biological father.
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[personal profile] flamingadventurer 2012-09-28 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[She can't believe her eyes. This has got to be a trick, doesn't it? But how could... No one knew anything about him. She'd never mentioned her father to anyone at all. Ever.

But it was him. The same, or at least a similar, picture to the one she had found years ago via google after pestering her mom for a name. She wanted to see the douchebag who'd dumped them. Left Marina with such a shitty mother. She'd hated him the moment she'd seen his face and wished he'd just die.

And he'd apparently done the same to someone else. And she had a brother.

She didn't know how to feel about this. She suddenly didn't know how to feel about anything.]


Meet me

[Where? Where would even come close to having enough privacy? She wracked her brains trying to figure it out before something came to mind.]

boathouse. Meet me at the boathouse. Now.
lefilschanceux: (37)

[personal profile] lefilschanceux 2012-09-28 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. I'll meet you there.