Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 14:25:19 GMT -8
Irene jumped off the yellow school bus and instantly cringed as her red boots sunk into the muddy ground. She quickly jumped several feet away from the bus as it rumbled by, soaking the entire sidewalk where she had been standing with muddy water. Irene was always a fan of rain, but she could do without the mud. During the rainy season in New Orleans the streets were constantly flooded with rain water and puddles the size of lake would collect in depressions in the street. All the locals were experts at dodging the splash from fast moving cars and at getting mud stains out of clothing, but that did not make the rainy season any better. All things considered, she shouldn't complain. It could still be raining. Irene waved at her friends through the windows on the bus until it turned the corner and vanished from sight. Throwing a cautious glance at the cloudy sky, Irene turned on her heels and made her way towards her house.
The graveyard on her left loomed in the grey lighting and was swathed in light mist. Irene had long since grown used to living right next door to a graveyard, having grown up in the same house all her life. Many of the kids at school claimed how scary it must be to live there but Irene just shrugged it off. Realistically, there were thousands of organic organisms decaying under the earth at any given time. Logic never appealed to the kids at school very much, and they still called the place creepy no matter what Irene insisted. It was a fight she gave up a long time ago.
Throwing open the door to her house, Irene threw her jacket onto the bench in the entrance hall without care before quickly darting back out the door. Before the door could shut the entire way, her cat slip passed her feet and darted out the door. Irene laughed at the cat before making clicking noises with her tongue to call the cat over to her. "Cricket! Here boy." Irene called to him. The cat paused before sauntering over to his owner at a leisurely pace and twining between her legs affectionately. "Do you want to help me catch the elusive graveyard creeper?" She asked. She was referring of course to the strange man she would see occasionally in the graveyard. Normally she wouldn't pay much mind to a single guy wandering among the ivory stone markers, but this stranger was particularly weird. First off, his sense of fashion seemed to be several decades behind the current times. He usually wore clothes Irene only ever saw in history textbooks or her favourite old movies. On top of this, she would sometimes see the stranger sitting on a bench that she was positive was not there before and disappeared when he was gone. Needless to say, Irene's curiosity was irked by him.
For the past week, Irene had been trying her best to catch the stranger in a conversation but it was frustratingly difficult to do. Most times she would catch a glimpse of him from her window when she was tied up with another task, like doing the dishes. Knowing that her father would only ask questions, Irene kept her head down and vowed to catch him at another time. Just the other night Irene had caught sight of the stranger and made a mad dash to confront him but he had disappeared by the time she reached the place where he had been sitting. It was extremely frustrating but this time, Irene was determined to catch him.
Irene took several steps towards the grave yard with her trust side kick Cricket at her feet when she hesitated. The teachers had not spared her for homework that day. She could feel the multiple textbooks in her bag weighing heavily on her shoulders but surely it could wait? This might be her only chance to catch the stranger before he disappeared once again. Convinced that she could take a few minutes, Irene set off once again for the graveyard. This could only take several minutes. Its not like she was skiving off her homework completely. No, just talk to the stranger, find out what his deal was, then be home in time for supper.
Passing through the gateway entrance to the graveyard, Irene scooped Cricket into her arms and cuddled him gently against her chest. The last thing she needed today was to have to give him a bath with the amount of mud laying around. Thankfully, the cat didn't fuss but instead began purring cheerfully. Irene's foot steps echoed hollowly through the air as she made her way from the front of the grave yard towards the back. The front was where all the new, rich graves were while the back house the much more ancient graves. This was the most common place where she spotted the stranger so she assumed it would be best to look for him here. She stepped off the pavement path to wander aimlessly through the rows of graves and become momentarily distracted by the graves surrounding her. These graves were dated back into the 1800s not too long after the city was founded. Her steps slowed as she saw one of the oldest graves dating back to 1823. The name on the grave was obscured by moss and weathered to almost illegibility. Bending down to get a closer look, Irene imagined she could barely spot a name that started with a 'B' or perhaps a 'R'?
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Tagged;; @anubis
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Notes;; Cricket; This is a little thread about Irene and Anubis' first meeting. Irene is about 17 years old here.
The graveyard on her left loomed in the grey lighting and was swathed in light mist. Irene had long since grown used to living right next door to a graveyard, having grown up in the same house all her life. Many of the kids at school claimed how scary it must be to live there but Irene just shrugged it off. Realistically, there were thousands of organic organisms decaying under the earth at any given time. Logic never appealed to the kids at school very much, and they still called the place creepy no matter what Irene insisted. It was a fight she gave up a long time ago.
Throwing open the door to her house, Irene threw her jacket onto the bench in the entrance hall without care before quickly darting back out the door. Before the door could shut the entire way, her cat slip passed her feet and darted out the door. Irene laughed at the cat before making clicking noises with her tongue to call the cat over to her. "Cricket! Here boy." Irene called to him. The cat paused before sauntering over to his owner at a leisurely pace and twining between her legs affectionately. "Do you want to help me catch the elusive graveyard creeper?" She asked. She was referring of course to the strange man she would see occasionally in the graveyard. Normally she wouldn't pay much mind to a single guy wandering among the ivory stone markers, but this stranger was particularly weird. First off, his sense of fashion seemed to be several decades behind the current times. He usually wore clothes Irene only ever saw in history textbooks or her favourite old movies. On top of this, she would sometimes see the stranger sitting on a bench that she was positive was not there before and disappeared when he was gone. Needless to say, Irene's curiosity was irked by him.
For the past week, Irene had been trying her best to catch the stranger in a conversation but it was frustratingly difficult to do. Most times she would catch a glimpse of him from her window when she was tied up with another task, like doing the dishes. Knowing that her father would only ask questions, Irene kept her head down and vowed to catch him at another time. Just the other night Irene had caught sight of the stranger and made a mad dash to confront him but he had disappeared by the time she reached the place where he had been sitting. It was extremely frustrating but this time, Irene was determined to catch him.
Irene took several steps towards the grave yard with her trust side kick Cricket at her feet when she hesitated. The teachers had not spared her for homework that day. She could feel the multiple textbooks in her bag weighing heavily on her shoulders but surely it could wait? This might be her only chance to catch the stranger before he disappeared once again. Convinced that she could take a few minutes, Irene set off once again for the graveyard. This could only take several minutes. Its not like she was skiving off her homework completely. No, just talk to the stranger, find out what his deal was, then be home in time for supper.
Passing through the gateway entrance to the graveyard, Irene scooped Cricket into her arms and cuddled him gently against her chest. The last thing she needed today was to have to give him a bath with the amount of mud laying around. Thankfully, the cat didn't fuss but instead began purring cheerfully. Irene's foot steps echoed hollowly through the air as she made her way from the front of the grave yard towards the back. The front was where all the new, rich graves were while the back house the much more ancient graves. This was the most common place where she spotted the stranger so she assumed it would be best to look for him here. She stepped off the pavement path to wander aimlessly through the rows of graves and become momentarily distracted by the graves surrounding her. These graves were dated back into the 1800s not too long after the city was founded. Her steps slowed as she saw one of the oldest graves dating back to 1823. The name on the grave was obscured by moss and weathered to almost illegibility. Bending down to get a closer look, Irene imagined she could barely spot a name that started with a 'B' or perhaps a 'R'?
Words;; 952
Tagged;; @anubis
Outfit;; link
Notes;; Cricket; This is a little thread about Irene and Anubis' first meeting. Irene is about 17 years old here.