Post by Blaise Blanc Zabini on Sept 26, 2011 9:24:11 GMT -5
last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,
Blaise Blanc Zabini
"When the devil is too busy,
And death’s a bit too much,
They call on me by name, you see,
For my special touch.
And it’s so easy when you’re evil.
This is the life, you see.
The devil tips his hat to me.
I do it all because I’m evil.
And I do it all for free,
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need.''
[/font][/size]"When the devil is too busy,
And death’s a bit too much,
They call on me by name, you see,
For my special touch.
And it’s so easy when you’re evil.
This is the life, you see.
The devil tips his hat to me.
I do it all because I’m evil.
And I do it all for free,
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need.''
with my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight
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these dreams started singing to me out of nowhere,
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and in all my life i don't know that i ever felt so alive,
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here we are now with the falling sky,
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[/font][/blockquote]and the rain, we're awakening.
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rp sample;;It was barely noon and Blaise Zabini had already had enough of the people walking in and out of his shop. As much as he hated it, the idea of hiring a helper was looking more and more appeasing to the tall, young man. Having to deal with the customers were like having to deal with Pansy Parkinson, grating for the nerves but served a purpose.
At the moment, Blaise was busy talking a woman out of a very expensive, very important magical artefact for only a few measly Galleons. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered to buy Borgin and Burkes, but then he remembered how useful his line of work was, not to mention how much money it raked in with his intelligence and ability to buy low, sell high.
After a bit of discussion, a few coaxing words, and a bit of haggling Blaise finally won. It was a lot less than the woman was hoping to get for it, but at least she was content with the fact that, a handsome, young man was in charge. A lot better to look at than old fools. He was a bit meaner and more cut to the point though, but he got the job done.
After the woman left the shop, Blaise left the counter to put the item in the back-room until he could decide on a lowest buy price and wear to set it out in the shop. It was only noon, but Blaise was already tired of dealing with people. After making sure there were no customers or ‘rats’ hiding in the store, Blaise locked up shop and closed for the day. He went to visit his mother for the rest of his afternoon.
She had apparently found another lover to marry. Just like those before him, he was incredibly wealthy and incredibly smitten with his mother. And just like before, it wouldn’t be long until he met a unpleasant fate with mysterious and suspicious circumstances. The man seemed none-the-wiser to Blaise, though. Which was exactly how the Zabini family liked it.
After having dinner with his mother and her lover, Blaise gave his mother a proper hug and a professionally placed kiss on the cheek. Once home, he read a book for the remainder of his night before heading to bed. The only problem with going to bed was that morning and another work day would come too soon for Blaise Zabini’s tastes.
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[/center] [/blockquote]this app was created by donni [saressa of caution 2.0] & mae [dutchessdavi of caution 2.0]; please do not steal without crediting. lyrics used belong to their respective owners, switchfoot, and the characters belong to their respective owners as well. thank you :]
