threading as johannes cyprian ambroży
private thread with @Ivy Bellamy as Cielle Johansen
Notes for Staff: Oh dear, rulebreaking. To Staff, please feel free to swoop in and smite these kids down after a few posts are in! We just need some interaction in the first place. Thanks~

Sleeping is for the weak. Normal sleep schedule? Hah, as if. Any routine that Johannes had previously and painstakingly developed for yearly use had been promptly dashed the moment he had stepped foot on English ground with all the teenage disinterest you really expected from the rough-and-tumble troublemaker forcefully sent out to foreign territory. Of course, it was for a good reason, and he didn't really blame his grandfather for doing it- things ramped up sometimes and it wasn't like the Sauer family business was particularly known for its safety after all- but he would have certainly liked some notice beforehand instead of being confronted with it when he arrived in Germany. And even if he didn't blame anyone, it didn't mean that he had to be happy with it. Just to spite Alexander Manfred's every placation, he would decidedly not be happy with the restricting idea of summer camp and live up to every one of the whispers directed towards him in the halls.

So we come to now. 3 am, London. A full moon loomed overhead from behind wispy clouds dyed charcoal and gunmetal grey, casting great swathes of silver moonshine to drape over the grassy green turf the campgrounds found their home in a heavy cape of light. From a distance, the great geometric buildings of London hung over the tent-infested horizon, blinking lights slightly distorted with the protection wards set up around them with the promise of some semblance of safety for its students, dark figures patrolling up and down periodically. A great shadow cast off the looming Quidditch Stadium onto the cramped field, the summer air crisp with night and slightly bitter with the air pollution that plagued both field and city proper, and yet sweetened just slightly with the promise of late-night motivation for all the lucky few who kept awake at such an unholy time.

It had been a relatively fine day, all things considered, a day cramped with two different activities upcoming- one of which Johannes had heard only Hogwarts were allowed to attend and the other he had skimped out on that day in favour of loitering around the courtyards with a half-written letter in hand. An easy type of day they had to themselves. Easy and confined. That would not do for our freedom-loving, wanderer- all day he had skirted around the crowds like a spectre, used to the freedom to venture most anywhere he wanted as long as he arrived back safe and on time. But at least he wasn't shipped off to Poland to spend some "quality time" with the Ambrozy's, where he would have been trapped into his role as a pureblood son, strayed wayward by the evil touches of the side of the family that had claimed their protection on.

Ziiiip. The front flap of a random tent slid open with a low zipper noise that was drowned out by the sound of nighttime life, a chorus of crickets singing to each other a whirlwind of ambient noise as the distant roar of life sounded from far away. A single morengo grey eye peeks out of the slip, stray curls spelt shiny espresso black pressed against the slip. Coast clear. The zipper resumes its smooth descent into the opening and a leather-clad hand drags itself out, pulling behind it our target Johannes. Up for some late-night wandering, it was no surprise that the restless overthinker and chronic pain in the neck would have no qualms about breaking a rule or two to clear his mind.

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[font=Times New Roman]RPing as Cielle Johansen Interacting with Johannes Cyprian Ambroży @Astrea Soleil Neptune

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[font=Times New Roman]RULES WERE MADE to be broken, and when it was one as dumb as curfew on the holidays, there was really no point in following it, was there? At Durmstrang, Cielle's sleep schedule had some semblence of normalcy, although her roommates still had to practically drag her out of bed after two years of living by their schedule. (She should have been good at getting up early, seeing as the circus folk often got up at dawn on travel days, but she would never get used to waking up at cockcrow.) Cielle had to admit that curfew on a school night made sense. Grudgingly, she followed it - most of the time. But curfew during the summer? Puh-leeze. Now that was what she called stupid.

She had stayed in her tent up until now, alternating between reading trashy romance novels, eating snacks she'd smuggled into the tent and carving her initials into the bedpost. Then she had decided that it was lame and cowardly to "break curfew" while staying in a tent the entire time. Why not risk it and cause some havoc outside? Egg someone's tent, graffiti the park, toilet-paper the trees... it all sounded so wonderfully exciting and familiar. Cielle was the master of pranks, having spent her entire life pulling them. You can take the girl out of the circus, but you can't take the circus out of the girl.

With a bar of chocolate in her hand and bare feet padding quietly along the ground, the Norwegian slipped out of her tent silently. The low sound of the zipper sliding down the front was the only sign that she had left, and even that had been muffled by a symphony of crickets and city traffic nearby. Cielle stood still for a moment, partially hidden in the shadow of the tent as she surveyed the scene in front of her. She caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye. In the moonlight, the figure was quite easy to make out but not recognise from this far away... whoever it was, they looked familiar.

Cielle moved quickly, weaving in and out as she navigated her way through the tents - but keeping some distance between herself and the mystery student as so not to scare them off. Only when she was certain no one would wake up if she spoke did she quicken her pace so she could see who it was... ah, alright. Who other than Johannes Ambroży, with the mop of unruly hair? (Not that she could talk. Cielle's own hair, although kept short, rarely deserved the title of "tidy".) She did not know him personally, but rather by reputation. He was "nothing but trouble", according to her roommates. They said it like it was a bad thing.

She tapped Johannes on the shoulder, shoving the chocolate into the pocket of her grey shorts. [IN RUSSIAN] "Whatcha doing?" Cielle asked brightly, face one inch away from his. She grinned impishly at him and took a step back to give him some of his space back, having popped his personal space bubble already. "You want some chocolate?"

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threading as johannes cyprian ambroży
private thread with @Ivy Bellamy as Cielle Johansen
currently speaking russian

Crouching just out of the shadows of his tent, Johannes looked out at the expansive turf with sharp eyes- his brain was restless from all the surplus of ideas and body tired of the constant limbo state of free idleness that they were offered-, the distant horizon unnaturally still in a way only night could bring. The sweet summer moonlight draped over dark fabric in shiny swathes as his back turned away from the camp, a vigilant watch over nothingness. The sound of footsteps against the ground behind him in a curve- deliberate enough that it drove Johannes' already uninterested form to keep his position, a knee against the dew dropped grass and his hands wrung together- and a part of Johannes hoped for everything that the mystery intruder would either get back in the tenting like the coward they were or at least have the guts to make their presence more known.

A tap at his shoulder and he practically whirled around to face the offender- so it seemed the second option- only to get a faceful of night-darkened brown eyes barely an inch away from his own and a cheeky grin. "Whatcha doing?" Great, it was time to switch languages again. Dead of the night, out of curfew, it was kind of obvious- but as foul as Johannes could be, he didn't think being rude would get him any bonus points, especially from someone who he's positive at least knows him by notoriety alone. The pale, casual attire and barefooted stance spoke of confidence.

The kid stepped back- any semblance of personal space truly and utterly dashed- with a brazen look that he was all too familiar with, the moonlight casting its light on her shorn short hair. How lucky was he to have been approached by someone who he had heard would actually be some fun? Johannes had never actually spoken to the younger year, but the rumours travel far. Cielle Johanson, the circus girl with a track record of defiance that was more than admirable in such a high-strung, serious school that Durmstrang prided itself in. Sometimes, the winter wonderland that they called a second home took themselves, and things in general, too seriously. Seemed there were only a few with a boatload and a half of guts and fallback could break the status quo. His lackeys had commented a few times before that the peculiar girl might have been good for a prank or two considering the apparent complete disregard for useless things like teacher appeal and slightly less useless things like school grades. Only enough to count on one hand, because they were busy people and their marked-up discipline records didn't look as dark as they did without any real effort after all. [IN RUSSIAN] "Should be asking you that."

"You want some chocolate?" The thought of chocolate, smooth and rich against the tongue, truly appealed to the sweet tooth in him- it was late, quite certainly, but taking from personal experience, its never too late for mischief and always the right time for sweets. "Ya got some? Sure." He dug through his jacket pockets for something to trade, knuckles knocking against individually wrapped bits of candy and various other knickknacks he kept squirrelled away. Quite usually he only gave out sweets to his gang or the occasional enabler, but as a peace offering, now that was something he did fairly rarely- but he was in a generous mood and gifts always sweetened the deal. "Krówka?"* A brown plastic wrapper with a white cow grazing demurely on it, unopened and shiny against the black leather-wrapped around his hands and the silver of his rings. High above, the stars blinked down in witness.

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*A Polish cream fudge, semi-sweet milk toffee candy comparable to dulce de leche. Hard and crispy on the outside and sweetly smooth on the inside.

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[font=Times New Roman]RPing as Cielle Johansen Interacting with Johannes Cyprian Ambroży @Astrea Soleil Neptune

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[font=Times New Roman]AS JOHANNES SPUN around to face her, Cielle let out a one-syllable huff of muted laughter, barely flinching as his grey eyes met her brown ones. Taking a few steps back, she tilted her head to one side, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for an answer. Sweet baby Jesus, that whirl was so dramatic, the girl thought to herself, the corners of her mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. Cielle wondered if Johannes was just a dramatic person or if she had truly startled him. She knew him only by reputation, and assumed it was the same with her. "Bad news" was what her classmates called him, due to his rebellious ways and impulsiveness. Cielle, on the other hand, thought he was rather interesting, and would have liked to get to know him if it wasn't for the boys he was always with. The usually confident girl was strangely shy of approaching large groups - perhaps it was because she had often been teased and singled out by the cliquey "friendship groups" made up of snobby girls in her first year.

No matter. She was talking to him now, wasn't she? Cielle gave a shrug and another grin, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. [IN RUSSIAN] "Too restless. Besides, sleep is for dumb people," was the answer she offered confidently. It was not a lie. Why should she sleep the night away when there was so much for her to do? There were so many opportunities for mischief... especially since it was approximately 3am, as the plastic blue watch on her wrist told her. No one expected you to be awake at this time, even if you were a renowned prankster with a wild streak and was possibly definitely crazy.

It was clear she was thinking of herself.

Cielle peeled back the foil wrapper of her chocolate bar, snapping off a generous block of KitKat before offering it to Johannes. She scrutinised the candy he was holding in his hand, briefly wondering if he was trying to poison her. Honestly, she highly doubted it - although she didn't put it past him not to carry around poisonous sweets. "Kroooowka," she said very slowly, trying to imitate how he had said it and failing miserably. She had never been one for manners, but she didn't think refusing what looked like a peace offering would do her any good. Welp... YOLO. Cielle took it from him, unwrapped the sweet and warily put in her mouth.

Well, if this was poison, then it was the most delicious poison she'd ever tasted. Cielle chewed through it slowly - it was kind of like fudge had a baby with toffee and gave it to the dulce de lche to raise. She mumbled her approval, trying to chew and speak at the same time. "ThatisthebeshtsshweetI-" Cielle stopped and took the time to swallow, before running her tongue along her teeth and repeating her sentence in a more comprehensible way. "That is the best sweet I've ever tasted. But, like, you never answered my question, and I asked first, so..." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully and began to move away from where they were standing in a series of hops, skips and jumps, immediately assuming that Johannes would follow. "Why are you awake?"

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threading as johannes cyprian ambroży
private thread with @Ivy Bellamy as Cielle Johansen
currently speaking russian

An embarrassed scowl was bit back as he watched Cielle stifle her laughter, defensive words on the tip of his tongue. But that would just make things worse. Ugh, he just had to be stuck with a fellow pain in the ass, didn't he? Was this how his professors felt? Good thing he didn't care much if they got annoyed or not- at least a quarter of the fun was making those in charge so exasperated they get sloppy with punishments, knowing that detention wouldn't stop him. Call him a James Dean or misguided heir with potential, the sweet satisfaction of the cycle was intoxicating. He didn't have his friends with him, but perhaps a replacement could be had? Hmm. You know, Cielle was right. Sleep was for dumb people. Or at least, sensible people without the itch for trouble. And considering the time they were out of their tents, it seemed that both of them didn't fit the mould. Now that was a respectable thing that Johannes could get behind.

Johann took the offered piece of chocolate KitKat goodnaturedly, the rectangular block reminding him of corner stores and sunny days- at Durm it wasn't like his crew could go out and buy them, they got weekly arrivals by owl but softer candies tended to melt on the way there. [IN RUSSIAN] "Thanks." The frankly atrocious mispronunciation of his one of childhood favorite candies was more amusing than he thought it would have been and he had to fight not to break into a proper grin. It was expected but still. Or maybe it was the fuzziness of night that made him delirious- as funny of a thought that was, he was a pro at unhealthily staying up far past curfew. The number of times he's seen dawn break the horizon with weary eyes- either from mischief planning or the cursed inability to silence his running mind- was uncountable.

A spark of hesitant satisfaction struck as he watched Cielle unwrap the offered krówka and pop it in her mouth, acting as if Johann had somehow tainted with the sweet- hey, he might have done so in the past, to some unlucky fool for a good reason, but he wasn't going to tote around faulty candy during summer camp. Who else was going to eat them, if he wasn't going to be sociable? No one. If the strung-together sentence of approval was anything to go by, the other liked it. That taste would stick for a bit- the pleasant sweetness lingering over the tongue as the sugar melted away.

"But, like, you never answered my question, and I asked first, so..." With that trail off, suddenly Johann's bubble of personal space was restored as his new companion backed off brightly, jumping around away from where he had kept himself. He had been watching out for the patrols, but it wasn't like he expected them to be as militant as usual so far out. And he was out for a reason, not just to stare out into the night like an idle weirdo but- Begrudgingly, Johannes stood up properly to follow along.

At the repeated question he gave a brief sceptical side-eye towards the outer wards far away, fully expecting someone to come bustling around without a clue. [IN RUSSIAN] "Same reason. I don't know why they expect us to follow curfew when their watches are so loose." Really, Johannes didn't trust that they weren't going to suddenly get blasted with some flashlight or lumos or something. A beacon of authority coming to whoop their asses to tomorrow and back.

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[font=Times New Roman]RPing as Cielle Johansen Interacting with Johannes Cyprian Ambroży @Astrea Soleil Neptune

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[font=Times New Roman]AT THE MENTION of the night watch, Cielle stopped walking momentarily and looked over her shoulder sharply, as if expecting one of her professors to be standing right behind her. To be completely honest, she had nearly forgotten about the patrols in the surprise of finding another student awake, and for a moment she'd been paranoid that they had been caught. Of course, she wasn't scared about her teachers getting pissed off or the possible consequences, but it would have cut the evening short in the most anticlimactic way possible. Cielle's brown eyes swept over the campsite quickly, looking for any sign of patrol, before turning her attention back onto her classmate with a smile, satisfied that they were safe from staff (for the timebeing, that is).

[IN RUSSIAN] "Right. You'd think someone would have noticed us by now," she agreed, wrinkling her nose. If not by the staff, then by other students? They were in the shadows towards the outer edge of the stadium, but the inhabitants of the tents near them could surely hear their footsteps and hushed whispers. Then again, it was pretty late at night, meaning that those with sensible sleep schedules were probably in deep sleep at this time. Honestly, it was actually slightly concerning, thought Cielle, that it was so easy to sneak around without getting caught. Not that she was complaining. Loose watches meant more fun for her, right? "I mean, it's not like we're trying to be loud, but we're not exactly tiptoeing around the campsite. Betcha that I could start singing at the top of my lungs and no one would come running." Just to prove a point, she cleared her throat, flashed Johannes a cocky grin, and cupped her hands around her mouth, clearly not thinking at all as she sang - no, more like screeched the lyrics out of tune: "TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR, HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU A-"

A small dot of light in the distance lit up - presumably someone's wand or flashlight, and Cielle froze, the next words stuck in her throat, smile still frozen on her face. The light began moving towards them, and she could see a distant figure running at them from the other side of the encampment, yelling at them and waving their arms. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but from the sound of their tone, they weren't very pleased to see them. The funny side of the situation hit her first, but the realisation that they were about to get royally screwed arrived quickly enough for her to regain her senses. "Aw, FUCK." Cielle grabbed Johannes by the arm and ran deeper into the shadows, laughing breathlessly at her own stupidity and heart pounding in her ears. If he objected in any way to being dragged along, she would only tighten her grip and tell him to shut up.

At some point along the way, Cielle let go of Johannes, kind of just relying on the hope that he was still behind her. The patrol was far away enough that they could get away but close enough that they couldn't stop. How annoying. "Fuck," Cielle breathed, repeating the curse word again. Admittedly, she had brought the chase upon herself by screaming into the night, and it was kind of exhilarating and almost fun to run through the night, but still. There was only so long that a chase was fun. At the sight of a cluster of bushes along the path, Cielle took her chance and leapt behind it into a crouching position, hoping that Johannes was smart enough to follow.

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threading as johannes cyprian ambroży
private thread with @Ivy Bellamy as Cielle Johansen
currently speaking russian

Had his current position not been so easy to see from nearly any position trod by the night watch, Johannes would have gladly remained up and about for as long as he wanted, collecting new shenanigans to share under the moon's unjudgemental gaze. The night watch severely overestimating the obedience of their charges meant that the two of them were in the clear, at least for now. In a best case scenario, they could have a grand ol' romp at to the nearby playground and back without a hitch, allowing them both a devil's hour of mischief without getting caught and a bit of cushion time in their tents before morning as an alibi if they were at risk of getting caught.

[IN RUSSIAN] "Knock on wood, we're gonna jinx i-" Johannes was scarcely able to finish what would be a casual warning, attention trained forward on their surroundings, when there was an obnoxious (read: entirely too familiar) clearing of the throat and sharp intake of breath in Cielle's direction.

When would they learn? When would they learn? That their actions have consequences? Considering the state of his behavioral record at Durmstrang (which contained at least 15% of his completed antics), he's already learned and simply grew not to care. In the case, however, he wasn't being backed up by his brothers in arms and therefore didn't need to care, but by some madcap with a blunt bob. Maybe people had gotten too predictable as of late, because Johannes had always seemed to attract the worst decisions one could possibly take in a situation.

His own passionate exclaimation of "Oh, you little piece of sHIT!" was quickly drowned out by the terribly confident rendition of what could only be described as 'a Russian goose trying to sing a lullaby to the moon and failing horrifically', ringing through the otherwise hushed field and probably waking more than a few wizards up from sleep. With a melody that fucked up, you didn't need perfect pitch to know that any stealth they had held previously was thoroughly destroyed. For this, Johannes was not at all surprised when a ray of light (magical or muggle? He couldn't tell-) caught his poor eyes and the distant sound of someone more than a little displeased at their actions began to grow more louder. Caught like two sticky-fingered deer in headlights!

Unlike aforementioned deer in headlights, however, the two didn't waste any time to flee the scene of the crime- Cielle's all encompassing f-bomb marking the start of a race against authority- and Johannes found himself booking it in the opposite direction, manoeuvrability affected by the fact that he was forced to tail Cielle instead of running alongside her with one arm caught in an iron grip. He had no damn idea where they were going, just that they needed to get somewhere and they needed to get there fast, before all hell reigned down on them via fake concerned behavior patrols.

Personally, he wouldn't have been quite so blatent about purposefully blowing their cover, but this kind of recklessly exhilarating behavior was perhaps the perfect distraction from the extraordinarily conventional mood of summer camp, even if the quick-fix was with some temporary almost partner-in-crime. Somewhere along the chase, he had shaken off Cielle's hand and powered through the various obstacles along their path, hoping that there wouldn't be any extra watchmen hiding somewhere in the shadows in waiting to jump them. They needed somewhere to hide.

As if to add on more tomfoolery to the situation, Cielle disappeared from his periphery without warning and dove behind a stray bundle of bushes along the path, prompting Johannes to stumble to a sudden stop and slide in to join Cielle in their impromptu shelter. A hysterical sense of ill-timed triumph struck him in full, adrenaline sharpening his senses and voiced pitched to a whisper. "We the Lorax now?" He couldn't tell exactly how close the security were to tracking them down but it wasn't going to be tonight, Satan.

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