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Post by Eveline De Villiers on Feb 12, 2012 6:18:38 GMT -5
The scent of death choked the air, encroaching on any ongoers. The nocturnal, evening light cast eerie shadows upon the tombstones and bedraggled ground of the graveyard. A book lay open on her lap. The frigid night air ran through her hair, making it travel in all directions as if it had a will of its own.
It irritated her a little. Not that she cared much, no one was there to watch her read alone in the darkness. She waited. Awaited the hidden hour; awaited to exterminate those turbulent, agressive and mysterious beasts that roamed about at night. She brushed a lock of hair aside. It was the best way to take out a build up of stress. Even though the girl would deny it; killing them were her guilty pleasure. The rush she got in battle was undeniable.
Her soft, pink locks drifted on the night air. Her name was Eveline. Eveline De Villiers. Renound femme fatale, bookworm, and secretly, demon buster. She stood up from the bench she sat on as a particularly strong gust of whistling wind reverberated around her. She looked up, and surveyed her surrondings. It hadn't look like the transition had been made yet. She was safe for now. But oh the waiting killed her.
She was bored. The echoes of the wind resulted in dissonant sounds echoing all thorought her head. She sat down again, propping up her book on her lap. Reading in the graveyard was one of her favourite hobbies. She felt so alone, it was quiet and the majority of the time empty. And she was among the dead. They wouldn't insult or irritate her. It made her feel almost comfortable, by herself. Plus, when she read here, after reading got tiresome, she could fight the shadows that appeared here at night.
Fatigue had washed through her, she was tired. It was a school day. Never the less, she felt the inclanation to go here every night. She studied alot; which stopped her grades from falling. Her parents didn't even care about her going missing at night. They were usually way too busy for their little daughter, so much so they didn't even realise her daily abscence from the house. She grasped the hilt that emerged from her bag, a fencing sword, used for leisure purposes, that she used as a child. It was her trusted weapon; her aegis to protect her from the evil forces she fought. She scanned her surrondings yet again; no one was around. Oh well. They seemed to be coming out late tonight.
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Post by Fujisaki Shion on Feb 14, 2012 18:24:06 GMT -5
"I'm just visiting, sweetheart..." I looked down towards this particularly ornate grave I had specifically ordered for my darling sister, who had passed away a time ago; even now it feels like it was just yesterday... Chilly, it was, and I had to wrap my blazer tightly around me. I had just decided to drop by and spend some time with Nana after work, but I think I had spent too long here. Something strange is goin' down, I could just feel it in my bones. Something odd, something eerie. I decided that perhaps it would be prudent to leave, lest I suffer karmic backlash from the toils and droll intricacies of my true job. No, I was not just the chick you saw at the jewelry store, I was supposedly a cold-blooded killer (That is what they would have you believe, anyway, I was simply trained in the art of killing) but I had no visible weapon on me! In any case, it was getting unusually cold... Did this usually happen? Or was there something happening that I was ignorant of? I'd heard some rumors, though, that some sort of demonic creatures or whatever did appear around here at this unholy hour.
I didn't know what to think of that. It seemed fitting - graveyard, chilly air, the ambiance of sorrow... I had ruminated upon the circumstances of Nana's death once more, and I could not shake those feelings off of my mind, truly, it was agonizing and toiling on my mind, so I decided just to leave. "I'm sorry, Nana. This was all my fault. Please forgive me..." I sighed, knowing that it wasn't going to go anywhere. I stepped away from the grave and made my way out; well, that's what I thought I was going to do, anyway. I had spotted a conspicuous figure reading a book, and in the person's hand was the hilt of what appeared to be some sort of fencing blade, a rapier of some kind. A foil or an epee, I didn't really know, I couldn't tell, the blade wasn't exposed much... But she looked relatively young.
A brave soul she was if she was waiting for something to happen here, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to kill some time. After all, I was going to be late going home anyway. I fidgeted about and made sure my deck of tarot cards was there, and I made my way towards this figure reading a book in this quiet place.
It turns out the figure was a girl with long pink hair, looking just a little bored.
"What's a young lass like you doing here?" I just had to ask. My piano wire was tangled in one of my pockets just in case she had tried to do something funny with that rapier, but I assume in my formal business attire she wouldn't think too much of me, which was good. Not like I had an actual weapon on my person anyway; those were on serious days.
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Post by Eveline De Villiers on Feb 19, 2012 5:04:19 GMT -5
Eveline cocked her head slightly, being alerted by the slight sound of footsteps on the grass. It was a lone female, she mumbled inaudible words, lamenting over someones death. Not her buisness. She turned back and fixed her eyes on her book, asorbing in the words intently.
However, slightly later she heard the sound of footsteps drawing closer. She looked up and scanned the woman. Young lass? She grunted in acknowledgment of the woman. ''Reading.'' She said simply, devoid of emotion. She didn't really care about her all that much, nor her company. What did she even want by coming over here? ''What are you doing here? She nudged. She wasn't saying it out of real intrest or concern. She couldn't care less really about what she wanted by coming here.
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OCC: Sorry for late and short reply... I just wanted to get it done here x3
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Post by Fujisaki Shion on Feb 20, 2012 7:25:48 GMT -5
Reading. Well, no shit, Sherlock, you were reading. I had expected something of more substance, a "because," a "since," anything. Not just... that. That was obvious, anyone with sense of sight could tell you were reading this close up... It was clear that she was just saying it out of... well, for the sake of saying it. It was obvious. I could tell that from her voice. She seemed more interested in reading than dealing with me, that much was obvious. That seemed fair enough. I was a stranger, anyway. I was just trying to be nice, after all. I wasn't that stupid though, no young girl (or boy, for that matter!) would be traipsing around here for the sole purpose of just reading. That was dumb. Who would want to come to a cemetary to read? I at least come here to visit my sister Nana, what about this little chick who thinks she's hot stuff right here acting all tough 'n feisty? Oh, well, whatever. Not like this really mattered all that much in the end anyway. I'll entertain myself for a bit.
"Visiting a dead lover of mine," I had omitted some details from that, I suppose that was a lie by omission, but whatever. "But obviously, you don't give a crap. So let's turn the focus on you for a sec, shall we? Obviously," I continue, fingering the piano wire on my person in case she tries something funny... "Someone such as yourself wouldn't just come here to idly read a godfreaking book. What ya waitin' for, pal?"
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