Jan 06, 2011 10:02
So she wasn't sleeping there anymore.
That was no reason not to visit the place. She actually liked the quiet and peace of the graveyard. It was a good place to not care about her situation and actually manage some inner peace. Some, at least. And hey, even to accept she might have a chance at having a life, if she ever managed to man up and explore the mainland. She was going to, really, but not just yet.
Leaning on a gravestone, Charlie considered smoking a cigarette for a moment, until she realized she had none on her, of course. It would probably look bad if she smoked on a graveyard anyway, she wasn't sure of who it worked. Was it the same than being in a church? About then she realized that, indeed, she had been leaning over the gravestone of a dead guy, which prompted to jump to the side, perhaps freaking out a bit more than necessary.
"Sorry", mumbled at the gravestone, fully aware of just how stupid she sounded. Good thing she was alone there.
[Open Graveyard for your early Charlie or...graveyard-y needs.]
charlie mcgee,
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