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((before this is thrown completley open, i want to say in all caps NICK ISNT DEAD YET. This is set in the future. im not going to say how long in the future it is. if any staff members object to this kind of thread then by all means remove it right away. And yes the title had to be misleading, its been a while since i felt like i almost made nate s**t himself, gotta keep him on his toes. biggrin Now, onto the meat of the subject. Everyone should try to stick to 1-3 posts. i have a lil story in my head that will of course lead up to this thread in which all can just post to there hearts desire, so no forcing some history on my charecter without sending me a pm and me ok'in it first, or i swear to lanzer...))

In a small church on a hill an elderly man sits in a redwood coffin. He's wearing a military uniform, and his completley grey hair has been combed in a 50's style wave. Besides the crosshaven resident in attendence There is a younger man, probobly 27 to look at him, in a black suit. He looks completley aloof of the situation, as if he has somthing he has to get to. With the man is a girl, only six or so, in a white satin dress. She tugs on the man's pant leg a few times and says in a voice that is quickly approaching tears, "Daddy why isnt he moving?" She asks again a few times before he Shush's her in a manner to say, 'be quiet or ill flail you within an inch of your life.' A military man is standing to the side, with a small squad of men, all in dress uniform's and carrying ceremonial rifles. Other than the man, the girl, and the military brass, all of the people here live in crosshaven.

((this is going to remain open for comments and the like until christmas night, so do and say anything BEFORE then.))

As a side note I will like to add that I also had a severe asma attack as a result of the title in this thread. sweatdrop

*maliciously evil pride* twisted *wants to see the actions the people will be making*

Of the once famous boy governor, there has come a good, quiet family man. He is flanked by two children, a boy with red hair, a girl with orange. They knew the man in the casket as though he were family. He lifts up the girl, who is too small to see over, and she kisses the deceased goodbye. The boy kisses the forehead stoically and almost mechanically. It is his first encounter with death, and he is taking in every detail, from the peaceful expression on the face of the corpse, to the flower arrangements with sympathy cards.

Their father slips down to one knee, and bows his head, then looks up as though he can see through the roof and into the heavens. The children are shocked; they have never seen their father cry.

A flame-haired teenager wearing an impassive expression on his face was leaning against the back wall. He wasn't exactly invited, but he lived nearby and he couldn't resist finding out what could have drawn together such a large crowd with such sadness hanging over them. Chewing gum, he blew it out and let it burst with a loud pop. He didn't know the guy, but judging from the emotions emanating from the crowd, he had been well loved. Uncrossing his arms, he left the building. He had seen death too much already for it to hold much meaning for him. People die. That was just how it was. Death wasn't important, what was important was how the guy had lived. Obviously, he had lived a full and happy life for so many to show up and mourn for him. The lid of the garbage can closed with a bang as he disposed of the gum. The teen grinned. He could only hope he would make as much of an impression on Crosshaven as that man had.

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