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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 5, 2011 21:29:15 GMT
*Is woken up from her normal daytime sleep by Rydiger's babbling*
Merlin's beard, do you EVER shut up? Some of us are trying to sleep here!
*Buries her head under the thin pillow and tries to go back to sleep*
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on May 5, 2011 21:33:03 GMT
*He folds his arms and leans back wondering where this guy gets his ideas.*
You forget who is in charge here. Let me explain in language you might understand. In simple words.
You are prisoner. You don't tell anyone what to do. You want something, you ask for it. Nicely.
And no, I am not interested in playing games with you.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 6:35:49 GMT
Aaaawww, that's to bad, man.
*Says mockingly.*
I would kick your ass if we ever played poker.
And let me explain how you are mistaken. *Roll his eyes.* When I tell you to bring me Mr. Malfoy, you will get him. Not because it's an command, but because the wizarding law give me the right to tell you to do so. You are keeping me here against my will, that's kidnaping you know, you are helding my pain killers away just for fun, because you know my leg hurts. And you are rude. Dude, how long have you been working here?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 6:54:56 GMT
Sir, kindly shut your mouth! I feel stupider just for listening to you.
*Calls out to Arnie*
Excuse me, sir? Can you move me to a different cell please? If I have to keep listening to this twonk I may end up on yet another murder charge!
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 13:33:47 GMT
Be my guest. Move to another cell, your blood sucking scum, so perhaps I don't need to stay here and suffer from your smelly being at the same time.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 19:03:31 GMT
*Rolls her eyes*
My bloodsucking scume? What in the name of blood is "scume"?
*Sighs*
If you're going to insult me, sir, at least do it properly.
*Calls out to the Auror*
Can you at least cast a silencing charm on my cell? If I wasn't already mad, I'd be losing it right now.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 19:14:54 GMT
Cool, I'd like to see that.
*Looks at Peasegood.* Are you still here? *Sighs, and says in a sarcastic, mocking voice.*
Mummy and daddy are arguing, that dosn't mean we don't love you, now be so kind to get Mr. Malfoy, you know that blond haired guy, and my vicodin...
Wait, if I love you, which I don't do for real, thank Merlin for that, I must be polite... Scratch the first part.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 19:19:18 GMT
*Shouts*
Hey! There's only room for one lunatic in this cell block, and that's me!
RUN AND CATCH! RUN AND CATCH! THE LAMB IS IN THE BLACKBERRY PATCH!
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 19:33:23 GMT
Nah, I like strawberries better.
Well, I'm not a lunatic, I'm a fan of mockery, it's a big difference.
By the way, if you would guess, how many ways is it for you to escape? I can think of two or three ways, but I wouldn't bother escape. You know, it's to nice in here. And I'm going to be acquitted of all charges sooner or later, anyway.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 19:44:27 GMT
He fills my head. I can't hear anything else.
*Sings out to the Auror*
Kill him. Kill him for me. I'll back you up, say it was self-defence.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 20:12:59 GMT
You can spare the singing, girl. earlier when I was down here, I looked at the prisoner-registration list. Your cell is enchanted so none over your Dark Gifts can be used as long as you are inside the cell.
Here's a deal. You'll find a way for me to contact Mr. Malfoy, I mean if Peasegod is to lazy to do his job as he should, and I'll be quiet until Mr. Malfoy arraives, I'll have a short talk with him, and then I'll be quiet until I'm found inocent, okey?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 20:52:46 GMT
Amazing. You must have a glass stomach. Otherwise how can you see with your head so far up your rear end?
*Mutters*
Enchanted, my bony white ass. The only thing he saw was the wrong side of a cell door.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 20:57:44 GMT
I'm both handsome and good to ignore people, but of course, If you want me to talk to myself rather than talking to you OR be silent after your help, it can easily be done?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on May 6, 2011 21:01:40 GMT
*Shouts out, with her hands over her ears*
IT PUTS THE LOTION ON ITS SKIN, OR ELSE IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN!
*Starts throwing things around in her cell, doing anything and making as much noise as possible to drown out this obviously crazy man*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on May 6, 2011 21:12:25 GMT
*Smiles for himself. Heap as a gift for observation. And with this gift, he found a weak spot of the vampire's mind. Subject she didn't find interesting. He smiled for himself. This weakness could be put to good use.*
May I ask how you know Mr. Malfoy?
*Ask camly, but sounds interested. He had seen Malfoy look over at her cell on his way to his through the bars earlier.*
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