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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:49 am
Bones lie upon graves. Mist lingers around in the dark air. There are tables and chairs made of black marble. A proper place for death students to "hang out".
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 7:09 am
Alexx strode into the Cemetery, bored and looking for something to do...
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 12:20 pm
Trace hopped the black iron fence surrounding the cemetery, and strolled along between the gravestones. He listened to the soft wind blow between the trees surrounding the cemetery, and the sound of his own footfalls on the soft earth. He felt each headstone as he passed it, searching for a suitable place to sit. He finally came across a large monument in the shape of a cross, about 10 feet tall and at least 3 feet across, and 1 foot wide. more than enough room to sit. He jumped, and reached out for the outcropping of the cross' arm. he grabbed, but not to pull himself up, he had easily cleared the 10 feet to get there. he just needed to make sure he didnt fall off when he got up there. He lied down on the cross, in such a way that his head rested on the top part, and his feet dangled limply off the edge of the arm of the cross. He listened peacefully, and waited for opportunity to present itself to him, in whatever form it chose.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 12:59 pm
((Wow, very detailed...))
Alexx walked the cobblestone path of the cemetery, she looked down as she walked, watching the mist swirl around her feet.
She looked up to see nothing, nothing but black darkness. She shrugged and continued to walk...
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:04 pm
As he lay there, Trace started humming the tune to the only song he could remember listening to, before running away. 'Carry On Wayward Son,' by Kansas. Then he laughed, at the irony, and that he couldn't remember anything but the first verse... But he hummed nonetheless, and music always made him feel better.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:39 pm
Mackenzie sighed, she wasn't goth, she wasn't emo. She wasn't cold, she wasn't evil. (Rhyming...) So why was she death? She shook her head in disgust, and walked around the cemetery. No one here was someone she knew, or would. That's what she hated about death, you've lost someone you could've known. Brushing her black hair from her eyes, she scanned the bleak hang-out. On her back, an electric guitar sat, and she was tempted to play a My Chemical Romance song. They were many songs that included death and war from that band. And their musical chords!
She found her fellow classmates lingering around. They seemed so distant and cold. She remembered the eerie feeling Trace sent off. They were certainly made for Death. But Mac? She sat down near a patch of black roses, and pulled out her guitar. She just hummed with the strings.
(Oh, and Black Flower.
She looked down as she walked, watching the mist swirl around her feet as she walked.
Don't need as she walked two times)
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:54 pm
Trace inhaled as he heard humming and guitar strings. "Who's there?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:48 pm
"Mac."she sung. She played some Ben Folds, her pick strumming with force.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 3:50 pm
Alexx heard the music too, then heard Trace's voice.
"Hey! Trace!" She called out with a smile.
As she jogged up to Trace, she saw where the music was comming from. There was another girl there, a girl she didnt know...
"Oh, Uh, hey..." She said uncomfortably, she didnt like talking to new people...
"Are you a new death student? You dont look like one..." She said, trying her best not to be rude, but she proabaly did anyway...
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:50 pm
"Hi, Alexx." Trace said, smiling. "This is Mac, I guess." he shrugged. "Are you in Death School, Mac?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:18 am
Trace, not getting any sort of response, sat up, and took a small coin out of his pocket, and started flipping it between his fingers.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 2:06 pm
"Not new, but yeah."she told Alexx, stroking "This Is How I disappear", by My Chemical Romance on her guitar. "I know, I don't look like a Death student."
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:02 pm
"Well, I wouldn't very well know that, would I?" Trace asked, with a thick air of playful sarcasm, scratching at his blindfold. He sat up on the cross, and flipped over backwards, catching himself with his legs, hanging upside down. "Wow, I'm really bored..." he sighed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 9:30 pm
Alexx nodded in agrement...
"Yea, so am'I. What'cha goin' ta do bout it?" She said with really bad grammer....
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 2:32 pm
"This," Trace smiled, and dropped to the floor, landing on his hands. Standing up, he walks over to the nearest grave, and sits in front of it, placing his hands on the ground between him and the headstone.
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