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Halloween at our village's People Cemetery

Oct 31, 2009 00:10

WHO: Anyone that wants to
WHEN: Halloween (31st) @ DUSK!!
WHERE: People Cemetery
WHAT: Find the necklace to get a wish, scare the crap out of people, make out with dead bodies. ANYTHING GOES.
RATING: Who's to say at this point. Read at your own risk?

( As the sun made its descent and dusk settled across the land... )

canada, status: complete, south mexico, aland islands, belarus, it's an invisibility cloak!, sweden

Comments 11

salylimon November 1 2009, 12:00:03 UTC

Emiliana glanced around trying to keep her growing nervousness at bay as she searched for the familiar Canadian she had met a few days prior. It was getting dark far too soon. Crossing her arms over her chest, Emiliana leaned against the dirty brick walls surrounding the cometary entrance, fingers tapping nervously as she continued to look around for the blond. If he didn't show up, she was more than ready to leave and do something else for the night. She hadn't spent over an hour working on her makeup and costume only to come out, to an empty cemetery, and just freeze to death on Halloween night.

If anything, she was starting to regret even agreeing to come here. She wasn't supposed to mess with things like this. She...wasn't scared or anything, it was just that she had more respect for the dead.

...really.

She wasn't scared at all.

Plus, her legs were starting to get cold.

lentami November 2 2009, 16:30:55 UTC

Natalia had planned it so that her brother's client would not run at the sight of her. Since her brother had asked for her to stay out all night so nicely she would wait for the girl until the next morning, when she told the girl to come visit her mother's grave. Once she saw the girl in the distance, she would place the necklace on her mother's tombstone and hide until she acquired it without trouble.

There were a few recipients of Natalia's pity, and this girl suffering from depression was one of them. Never had she felt a stronger pang of guilt from stealing than when her brother told her of her victim's condition. If only her brother knew what she had done; he had asked her to enjoy herself this evening. I am sorry, brother, but I will not be having any fun tonight. Spending a night at the cemetery served as a kind of penance for Natalia's sins ( ... )

I'm sorry for joining so late OTL needskerries November 3 2009, 19:03:39 UTC

Malin had always liked Halloween. It had never been celebrated on the Åland Islands or in Finland nearly as much as in the US, it had been just a good excuse to have a party with her few friends. It hadn't mattered much. The All Saints's Day was far more popular and important in the Nordic countries. This was her first Halloween in the US, and she was a bit disappointed that she hadn't been invited to any parties; she would've liked to see how people celebrated Halloween on this side of the world. On the other hand, it wasn't a big surprise. She didn't even have that many friends here. Yet.

Malin had decided against dressing up. It would only look stupid since she was sure Berwald wouldn't wear any costumes; and they were only going out for a walk at the People Cemetery, anyway. She was currently standing near the Cemetery, trying to warm up her hands because she wasn't wearing gloves. Maybe she had seriously underestimated the weather tonight ( ... )

Follows oxenstierna_b November 3 2009, 19:09:56 UTC

Berwald noticed Malin from some ways off, and hastened his steps. He'd taken a side route throught a park which had been decorated with lights. In rather tacky orange and yellow, but it had still looked nice. He hoped Malin hadn't been waiting for very long though.

"'ry I'm late," he mumbled when he got to where she was standing.

needskerries November 3 2009, 20:33:28 UTC

Malin frowned at Berwald as he approached her. She didn't appreciate people who were late for agreed meetings, but then again, she wasn't perfect in that sense either. She couldn't exactly judge other people because of it. Her expression softened at Berwald's apology and she smiled slightly, letting it slide. She automatically switched to Swedish - it felt too strange to be speaking in English with Berwald. "It's okay. I didn't wait for too long."

She nodded her head towards the Cemetery, raising her eyebrows. At least this would be a very Halloween-ish walk. She couldn't imagine a better place to scare oneself than a cemetery in the dark night... "Let's go."

She started walking slowly forward, a bit surprised to see a few people actually at the Cemetery as well. And why was she so surprised? she asked herself. Of course people would gather to the scariest place at Halloween.

oxenstierna_b November 4 2009, 16:12:18 UTC

"Mm."

Back at home, Berwald had often visited a graveyard with his father on All Saint's Day. In a way this made him feel nostalgic, though the mood was quite different without the candles on the graves. Optimistically, he'd brough a candle himself, but now felt a bit too foolish to dig it out, at least at that moment. So he just dug his hands in his pockets and eyed the view. The moon was out, so at least it wasn't completely dark, but the silvery light threw deep, long shadows. The graveyard looked old and rather crowded, stones tilting every which way like crooked teeth. Here and there there was a solitary tree.

It looked like the sort of place that was likely haunted, Berwald decided. Hopefully the ghosts wouldn't be too irate, being buried in hallowed ground and all.

He realized Malin hadn't said anything yet, and gave her a wary sideways glance. Berwald hoped she wouldn't bear a grudge about the disastrous attempt at a meal the other day.

needskerries November 4 2009, 18:52:08 UTC

Malin wrapped the jacket tighter around herself, sniffed and took a handkerchief out of her pocket to sneeze into it. Stupid autumn weather, she cursed in her mind and rubbed her eyes slightly. She had been feeling miserable for a few days now, and she feared that it was evolving into a cold. She hated being sick, especially because she would have to stay home alone and bore herself to death with old movies she had already seen a hundred times before.

She was looking at the scenery, feeling oddly calm inside - it was quiet and peaceful, although a bit eerie. However, her attention was caught by a woman who seemed to be searching for something on the ground. The woman was crawling on all fours, and Malin frowned at her, stepping closer.

"Do you need help?" she asked helpfully, looking down at the fair-haired woman. "Did you lost something?"

OH GOD IM SO SORRY mounties_rock November 10 2009, 01:53:37 UTC

Matthew ran up to the cemetery's front gate gasping for air. Why didn't I realize what how late it was! he thought as come to a stop bending over slightly and taking in deep breaths. His throat and legs burned from running so fast, but he was already 15 minutes late! He'd had to run most of the way just to get there at the time it was now ( ... )

FFFF IT'S KINDASORTANOTREALLY ALMOST THANKSGIVING, FOOL. salylimon November 11 2009, 06:34:14 UTC

Fifteen minutes later and Emiliana was sure that her legs were numb.

Rubbing her arms, Emiliana fought back a shudder. Even if she wasn't scared (which she wasn't), the place was still creepy. Especially since the sun had gone down a few minutes prior, leaving the entire cemetery shrouded in darkess and - Ay, dios mio was that fog settling around the graveyard?!

"Oh. Uh, sorry I'm late."

Fighting back a scream, Emiliana whirled around, eyes wide in fear as she caught sight of the blond she had been waiting for. "O-oh! Matthew! Y-You...ah...it's okay," she finished lamely, voice straining slightly as she worked to calm herself down. Unconsciously, her hand went up to the rosary hanging around her neck, fingers grasping it delicately and nervously as she smiled weakly up at the blond.

"A-are you ready to go? Or are we waiting for anyone else?"

[OOC: No, she's wearing a dress. And it's okay! I've been busy and dying from illness, too. But I miss you and our fail awesomeness. ;A;]