Post by Remus J. Lupin on Apr 15, 2005 10:40:34 GMT -5
Mind games: where one person messes around with another person’s mind by telling them things that aren’t true, but seem to be very true.
He enjoyed playing mind games with people. He enjoyed watching the wheels turn in their minds as their brains processed the information, and then some part of their mind tells them that what he is saying is true. Of course, it hardly ever is true. But they believed it. And that was the beauty of it. He’d reduced some people to jelly, depending on the impact of what the information had on their minds.
He leant against the great Birch tree by the lake, grey eyes narrowed slightly as they studied the Lake’s surface. Honey-coloured locks were ruffled, giving him an even more ‘bad guy but just wanna be loved’ sort of look. He had a sort of narrow-eyed searching look to his face, and his brows were furrowed. For once, he wasn’t purposely trying to look intimidating. He was, for once, thinking.
I know what you’re thinking – in fact, I can hear it. ‘Nirak Dragon: thinking?’ Well, yes, these things do happen. He’d recently received an owl from his father, and it had set him about thinking. Usually the letter would be burned the instant he read the curled handwriting of his father, and then he was troubled no more. His father had suggested – well, more demanded and threatened him – to ‘get a girl’.
Nirak did not want a girl. Nirak did not want anyone. What would he do with a //girl//? Whiney, bitchy, spoilt creatures they were. Always demanding time and presents from you, and just down-right annoying. Nirak didn’t want a girl. No. And he didn’t care what his father said – he wasn’t going to ‘get a girl’. They were of no use to him, and therefore that meant he wasn’t getting one. Full stop on that subject.
The 7th Year Slytherin sighed, jamming his hands into his pockets, still staring with narrowed, searching eyes out across the Lake.
He enjoyed playing mind games with people. He enjoyed watching the wheels turn in their minds as their brains processed the information, and then some part of their mind tells them that what he is saying is true. Of course, it hardly ever is true. But they believed it. And that was the beauty of it. He’d reduced some people to jelly, depending on the impact of what the information had on their minds.
He leant against the great Birch tree by the lake, grey eyes narrowed slightly as they studied the Lake’s surface. Honey-coloured locks were ruffled, giving him an even more ‘bad guy but just wanna be loved’ sort of look. He had a sort of narrow-eyed searching look to his face, and his brows were furrowed. For once, he wasn’t purposely trying to look intimidating. He was, for once, thinking.
I know what you’re thinking – in fact, I can hear it. ‘Nirak Dragon: thinking?’ Well, yes, these things do happen. He’d recently received an owl from his father, and it had set him about thinking. Usually the letter would be burned the instant he read the curled handwriting of his father, and then he was troubled no more. His father had suggested – well, more demanded and threatened him – to ‘get a girl’.
Nirak did not want a girl. Nirak did not want anyone. What would he do with a //girl//? Whiney, bitchy, spoilt creatures they were. Always demanding time and presents from you, and just down-right annoying. Nirak didn’t want a girl. No. And he didn’t care what his father said – he wasn’t going to ‘get a girl’. They were of no use to him, and therefore that meant he wasn’t getting one. Full stop on that subject.
The 7th Year Slytherin sighed, jamming his hands into his pockets, still staring with narrowed, searching eyes out across the Lake.
