|Open to Regulus. [Sample RP.]
||[Sep. 27th, 2006|08:05 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
[OOC: This isn't a real RP -- we open Friday -- but this is just a sample, three or four comments, to see if my idea for LJ-based, narrative-style RPing will work, or will just look stupid.]
"I'm leaving," Sirius says, suddenly. The house does not answer. The grandfather clock ticks, but everything else is holding its breath, has been holding its breath for as long as Sirius can remember. "Right. I'm leaving," he repeats, stronger this time, and, that decided, turns and walks out of the room -- down the flickering, gloomy hallway, across plush carpets and past elegant, uncomfortable furniture.
The door connecting his room and Regulus' is open. Regulus is sitting on his bed and can see everything quite plainly, but Sirius ignores him. He pulls out a suitcase, savagely, and begins throwing things in.