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@Angel Eyes

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I saw that Felix is. haha but I don't see a James in the character tab. Who is James?


That horrific moment when you refer to your character with the name that you gave him in the first draft. Balls.

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*cough* speaking of your guy
Is it okay if a younger bi sexual guy has a bit of a crush on him?


How weird! I was literally about the write in my impressions: Athos: *blushes*.
@Angel Eyes

And no one seems to have noticed that Felix is gay.

Awkward pink glittery elephant in the room...
Yay more nerrrrrrddddds!



Is there still space for this? Dream RP - being HP universe but not having to be a school child!

And I see most 'subjects' are taken so shall I double up or is there a specific field you would still like covering?
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Yes. Just yes.
Cal can wrap up the conversation in the next post then we can all meet in the kitchens?
Of course he made light about the tasers. Typical K.

He’d head from casual guard evesdropping that some of the more compliant prisoners were going to be granted more freedom in exchange for speciality skills or labour. Whilst he wasn’t especially skilled nor physically strong Felix had hoped that his complete lack of trouble making or escape attempts or even rudeness to the guards had made him a candidate. However yesterday he’d been disappointed when one of the friendlier guards informed him that he wasn’t on any list. Who needed a Phd wielding geography teacher when you wanted manual labour? Not for the first time since he’d been incarcerated he’d merely lay on his cot and cried.

He was still feeling down and a twist of jealousy when Kjolmar’s suggestion made his stomach flip, the jealousy he’d felt at his only friend twisting into guilt. If K was serious he could actually do something with his life again, make a difference. Ok it was making slop but still… He’d finally meet his neighbour after many a daydream.

Felix ignored K’s soap joke and got serious, “Are you kidding about the kitchen job? Because I was camp cook on expeditions so can hold my own, but I swear to god if you’re pulling my leg I will freeze your balls off. Literally.” He couldn’t help but smile at the end and hoped his tone hadn’t given his facial expression away.
Felix had always been a heavy sleeper. He failed to wake up for alarms and bright lights and now his well-being relied on getting up on cue, his body wore the marks of abuse that reflected his inability to rouse himself from slumber. Yet out of necessity his body was adjusting. Today he had awoken has the fluorescent bulb in his otherwise plain cell had flickered on and lay with his eyes shut counting the footsteps down the hallway. His stomach tightened with apprehension as the guards approached and relaxed when they stopped short of his own reinforced door. His relief was quickly replaced by apprehension and he sat up to listen as, his now only friend, B-5 (or ‘K’ as he was known the Felix) conversed with their keepers.

Felix whispered a “No” in alarm when the guards moved towards his cell instead. He stood, straightened himself out and positioned himself in the middle of his cell as chatter approached. But they never reached him, recalled by some witty remark from K. This time the “No” was louder. He shouldn't sacrifice himself for me. Sure he knows more about me than anyone else in the world, but that’s only because we've talked for hours and hours on end. We've never even met. At that point Felix stopped and wondered not for the first time what K actually looked like. Was the Belgian tall? Dark? Hairy? Facially attractive? A static buzz drew him from this repeated reverie.

Then suddenly the noise outside stopped but only the same two pairs of footsteps receded. Felix lay down and savoured the cool touch of the floor on his near naked body. He turned to face the small grill in the wall beside him – the opening to an air duct that also piped to K’s room next door. The grill didn’t join the two rooms but the piping carried the vibrations from their voices into one another’s cells. He heard a small groan and couldn't help but smile. “You really have a kinky thing for tasers don’t you?”
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