Just an innocent stroll (OPEN)

[everleigh]

The cemetery wasn't someplace that the child usually went but that was one of the appeals of going there now. It was the middle of the day so she figured she wouldn't get quite so creeped out and the sun definitely made it easier to see where she was going and to read the tombstones. That was one of the things that drew the child to the cemetery in the first place. It was simple childish curiosity. It interested her to wander and glance around at the stones, reading the names and dates and wondering about the people in the ground beneath them, wondering who they were and what they might have been...how they might have died.

It wasn't like the kid had anything better to do with her time. Her days were filled with adventures like this, wandering and exploring and just wasting time and hiding from cops. She might as well get lost here for a bit and give her imagination a work out, too. Everleigh had already been there for about half an hour and she was starting to notice that she was wandering into an older part of the cemetery. Some of the graves here were really worn down by time and weather and were really hard to read. That really just piqued her interest more.

1834... Was all she could make out on one of them. The name and all the other information had long since been worn off. Maybe she could do one of those rubbing things and see the name more clearly. It was an idea anyway. She rummaged through her bag but didn't have anything she could really use on her right at the moment. She sighed to herself and thought about finding a store nearby that might have chalks or pencils and paper...something she could use.

With her mind made up on the idea, she started back the way she came, wandering back through the cemetery and towards the entrance again.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari stood at the mausoleum of her family. This was yet again another place where the love spell that had been bouncing around had missed for the most part. The dead were here. The dead were always here. Most were lonely and some were angry. She always dealt with it as best she could. She felt her brothers spirits swirling around her. They weren't mad at HER at least. They had a lot of other things going on but anger wasn't one of them.

She sensed her mother's spirit soft and gentle as a spring breeze. Soothing like Obi Wan Kenobi had been to Luke Skywalker in those movies. She didn't get any divine knowledge from her but she did get the feeling of being loved and wanted unconditionally. She missed that so badly.

As she turned her walker around slightly she saw a girl come around the corner, "Hey there." she said to her gently as she popped her back and smiled wanly. She saw what the girl was but that didn't mean anything in a place like this. She did find it disturbing that she was a wherewolf so young but shrugged it off. For all she knew this girl could be 300 years old or something.

[everleigh]

Other than the sound of her own footsteps, the graveyard was silent. There was something prickling at the back of her neck, that feeling like someone is watching you but you can't see them yet. It made Everleigh nervous. She picked up her pace, humming to herself for comfort as she went. Just the sound of her own voice was helping her nerves a bit.

It was about halfway through the cemetery that she heard the voice. It startled Ever enough that she gasped and stopped in her tracks, looking around for the source of the sound. It was a woman, peeking out from one of the mausoleums. Everleigh turned and smiled at her as her heart rate started to slow to a normal pace. "Oh, you scared me." She commented as she took a step closer.

She noted the name carved into the top of the structure. "Is this yours?...I mean, your family?" Ever wasn't trying to be rude. She was just curious. She didn't think people actually used mausoleums anymore and was surprised to find someone who was actually visiting one.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

She blinked and tilted her head to the side; her scare someone? Well, she supposed it was possible. Folks were afraid of psychics in many cases. "I didn't mean to scare you. This is my family crypt. With everything being so crazy in the city I thought it would be good to get away and think for a while." she said with a friendly nod as she looked at the small girl, "Are you related to someone here? This is for my mom and brothers; that's why its so big. I had a lot of brothers." She admitted as she looked about.

"Its quiet here anyway. It lets me think." this had to be the weirdest conversation she ever had. She hoped she didn't get asked if she missed her brothers. They were scum and she did not feel bad about their demise. They each had brought it on themselves. Darkness always took its own and her brothers weren't immune to it. She moved her body a bit, the red walker scraping along the stone cement as she carefully stepped out of it and closed the door behind her; being sure to lock it and clip the key to the inside of a pocket.

"Believe me. I'm donating my organs to science when I die I don't want to be here; that's for certain." she admitted as she looked at the stone edifice and then back at the girl, her blonde hair tickling her cheeks.

[everleigh]

She moved to stand at the bottom of the stairs to the mausoleum, shifting her ratty, old satchel bag to her other shoulder. "No, I don't know anyone in this cemetery. I was just looking." She made it sound like she was browsing in a department store but really, what kid hasn't investigated a cemetery in their life? Everleigh ran her small hand up and down the length of the handle to her bag as she looked at the structure in front of her up and down. This woman had her whole family buried in this crypt? How sad. Everleigh knew exactly how it was to be so completely alone like that...not that she knew that this woman was alone. For all she knew, she had kids and a husband but it was still sad. Everleigh's whole family was gone too and one look at the child could tell you that she didn't have anyone taking care of her now. Her clothes were stained and had holes forming at the edges, her hair was limp and obviously unclean. The kid was quite a sight but then she tended to ignore it. She did what she could when she could and didn't worry about it much beyond that. Why bother when she didn't have another option?

She watched the woman maneuver out of the mausoleum with her walker and frowned to herself. She almost offered to help her but didn't want to offend the lady. Still, she watched her closely as she closed up the building just in case. "I like quiet places, too but I usually stick to the library." She smiled a bit at that. It was true that Ever was quite the bookworm and usually carried a book on her everywhere she went. Right now she had "The Secret Garden" stuffed in her bag. It wasn't her favorite but she was determined to get through it. "I never thought about donating my organs." She mused with a tilt of her head. She was only thirteen. What thirteen year old would think of such a thing anyway?

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari noted the girl's appearance and could tell she was curious. She thought about what she could do to help her, "Yeah, I get that. Sometimes you just need to get away and think and cemeteries are a good place to do that. "My name is Marina, Marina Sinclaire. What is yours?" she asked her as she looked about to get her bearings.

This girl needed help and she had to think of a way to get that to her, she thought about it and after a moment she figured she could find someone to help if she just worked at it. "I think I've seen you about the library, yes." she said gently as she sat down on a bench to ease the strain on her back, "You know you could apply as a volunteer." She suggested, "I can always put a good word in with someone seeing as I work there." she nodded quietly, "You know they really made a nice building for the staff. They have a bathroom with everything. I never thought how lucky I was till I worked there." She had to give the kid something to work with and hope for.

"Most people don't. Its kinda creepy." she admitted softly, "I just am claustrophobic and the thought of being locked in that giant stone box freaks me out." she confided in the girl. "My dad keeps a pretty close eye on me. Its kinda hard to do my own thing. That's why I like open places." She stretched out her leg and put her walker to the side for the moment, "Have you read Little Women by Louisa May Alcott? I loved that book so much."