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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 12, 2009 15:37:48 GMT -5
Aburn sat on the cross of the church over looking the graveyard starting at the grounds waiting and watching for movement. Shadows moved through the graves stones and they seem to wonder around. Aburn not really caring for the restless spirits of the grounds moving he watched the trees and watched for other people or creatures.A steel shovel was resting on his shoulder its tip was made of steel and slightly rusted it was heavy and the wood upon it was thick but slowly rotting.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Dec 14, 2009 19:34:46 GMT -5
It was cold; it was dark. Laurie didn’t care. She had been visiting the graveyard whenever she got the chance to pay her respects to her former fiancée, Eric Delaney, who was brutally murdered a little over a year before. Like the much older ladies who she’d spot occasionally shuffling through, Laurie would come to her loved one's grave, lay a flower on it, and allow herself to get lost in the memories. Inevitably, and unlike the older ladies, this would end in her remembering the grisly body, which was too much – she didn’t want to think about how he died, what he was thinking, what happened…and she would leave, only to repeat the routine days later.
She was raised to think that when a person died, they went straight to a peaceful and joyful heaven, and she would have liked to believe that. But after over a year of living with vampires, undead, ghosts and demons, she wasn’t sure what to believe in, anymore. Still, there was something in the action that was a comfort in itself. It was familiar, it was routine – in some way, it was keeping something of Eric around.
Anyway, heaven was better than picturing him stumbling around, screaming for brains, with guts plopping out of his chest like overripe strawberries. Then she laughed in spite of herself – he probably would’ve found something really cool about that, anyway.
A sixth sense told her someone was watching – someone that wasn’t so friendly. She spun around defensively, mourning forgotten, all senses alert.
She saw nothing, but knew that that didn’t count for beans around Bridgeport. Not knowing what was lurking around the shadows could be deadly. Wait – she did see something - over by the church, the exit. The shadows were all wrong.
“HEY. What’s the big idea, you over there? Yeah, I can see you!” she bluffed. If whatever it was got scared by that and retreated, so much the better; if it got confrontational, she hoped she could take it. If it was anything else…well, then she’ll just have to go with it.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 20:45:40 GMT -5
Aburn looked at the woman she was yelling at him and he slowly blinked and stood up off the cross he was sitting on and walked toward his shovel still resting on his shoulder and he tilted his head" oi.......its rude to yell at a stranger.......". he said rather sternly and annoyed
Sighing he moved his shoulder cracking it his skin was almost ghostly white and you could see the blue veins,he had a tattoo under his eye and jet black eyes that seem to piece what ever he looked at.
"What to do what to do....." he mumbled to himself the shadows seem to shift back into place and retreat away from him as he moved.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Dec 14, 2009 21:08:46 GMT -5
Laurie was taken aback. It was just a guy. Still a very uncomfortable guy, and she was still reasonably freaked out, but he didn’t look like he wanted to attack or anything. He seemed an ordinary, kind of creepy guy.
With shadows flowing unnaturally around him. Yeah, ordinary. Welcome to Bridgeport.
“Uh…well, pardon me. I’m sorry. I was just a little scared, that’s all. It’s…dark…” she finished lamely, as an excuse. “Ummm…who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 21:12:59 GMT -5
Aburn scowled and sighed" i am the grave keeper....not one of greater important beside.....we probably wont meet each other again after this little.....encounter....".
Looking over her form he turned his head and snorted slightly with a small side grin,moving his shoulder and the shovel jumped off his shoulder and dug into the ground and he leaned on the heavy piece of equipment.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Dec 14, 2009 21:35:50 GMT -5
“Oh. Fine. Well, it’s been a pleasure,” she added, suddenly feeling pretty awkward. She couldn’t tell if he wanted her out, but she was horrible at reading people, anyway. She was suddenly very curious about the somewhat rude, mysterious man.
“Wait – how are you doing that? That shadow thing? That is you doing that, right?”
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 21:40:34 GMT -5
Aburn smirked and chuckled slightly" nah...that isn't me.....that's the spirits..but don't fear....they don't normally hurt people and if they do they will be in some serious trouble....". Licking his lips hungrily he looked at the shadows moving then they suddenly stopped and sucked themselves back into the shadow of the church.
Aburn looked at her lazily and leaned on his shovel he was skinny but seemed to be well built but you couldnt really tell because of the shirt he was wearing.
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Post by StantonBros on Dec 14, 2009 22:01:33 GMT -5
*click*
"Damn it" cursed Twist in a soft voice when he took the picture right after the shadows stood still, "almost had it." At the moment he was hiding in what appeared to be a very uncomfortable position for any person in a gap in a large grave memorial. His large glasses glared almost as much as his big camera lens, but unless someone knew that someone could twist into such a position it would have been unlikely someone would have spotted him. Until he cursed that is.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 22:05:23 GMT -5
Aburn looked off in his general direction and raised a eye brow" GET GOOD PICTURE!" he yelled slightly with a smirk. Chuckling at the little man hiding.
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Post by scribblerrigby on Dec 14, 2009 22:19:27 GMT -5
"Ohh, spirits, huh? Well, let's not get them angry, I guess." She laughed nervously.
She offhandedly wondered if they were the spirits of the dead buried here, or something else, then turned her attentions back to the man.
She looked him over once, noting his build and how the shadows seemed to react when he glared at them. Yeah, this guy may be skinny, but he's definitely a man to follow up on his word. Not a man to be messed with. She felt a little safer...a little. Hopefully. As long as she was on the good side of this guy, anyway.
She was about to ask him something else, when the unmistakable click of a shutter sounded from the dark, interrupting her question.
That definitely wasn't the spirits.
"What the hell?!"
She had to smile at the man's cocky response, but was completely derailed when she recognized the silhouette and smell of the man snapping the picture.
"YOU!"
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 22:23:01 GMT -5
Aburn smiled at her sudden out rage and waited to see if the man hiding would come out. Aburn already knew who was hiding he had seen him stalking through the graveyard before but didn't really care to ask any questions and looked at the girl and tilted his head then back out at the graves."hehe.....interesting..."
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Post by StantonBros on Dec 14, 2009 22:29:20 GMT -5
"Hey, your not exactly the most photogenic gothic kid around" Twist shot back as his long leg crept out of the opening and pulled the rest of his crumpled body out. There were several distinguished pops as his joints popped back in place and his body reformed. Though the last thing he did that would impact anyone, was his backwards head turning back into position.
"Do I know you" Twist asked looking at Laurie trying to remember, until he remembered, "aww yes, your the girl who murdered her boyfriend as a... I mean, with a dog."
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 22:32:53 GMT -5
Aburn made a face and looked away" haha highly original..." he said with a scorn and stood up and put his shovel on his shoulder and looked at the man and laughed" your freaking weird old man...".
Aburn stretched and yawn bored of all this simple talk then looked at his two visitors" i don't like pictures....".
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Post by scribblerrigby on Dec 14, 2009 22:55:19 GMT -5
“YOU KNOW I DIDN’T!” Laurie burst out, suddenly, panting. “Shove it! Just shut up, okay? What are you DOING here, anyway?!”
She was beyond angry, now. What right did Twist - the man who nearly put her away for the accused murder of her boyfriend, and the one that nearly outed her wolfish alter ego, to boot – have to be sneaking around the graveyard – the Delaney plot! – and clicking pictures?! What’s more, the graveyard guy seemed to be mildly encouraging her anger! That confused Laurie even further. Thankfully, though, he didn't seem to like Twist, either.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 14, 2009 23:00:03 GMT -5
Aburn stared at the two he really didn't care about there secrets as long as he kept his own he already could smell that she was a dog or wolf of some kinda and he...he just smelled bad." ok well this is all fine and all but.....the lady seems to be upset so i am going to have to ask you sir to zip your lip or i'll do it for you". I t wasnt really a threat as so much he was annoyed with the yelling
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