Who:
thecorpsedaddy,
retraced,
shadowsinform,
untamable_angel, and
goldilockedWhen: Sunday, 30th of January, around 2pm
Where: A small courtyard in Sector 4.
Summary: We gather here today to mourn the loss of a great man.
Warnings: Sad, and other things the come from character death.
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let's count them all tonight )
The cold was biting at the tips of Undertaker's fingers as he sat on the edge of the now fresh grave delving deep into the hard ground beneath the tree. His clothes were filthy, though he'd brought a spare robe so that he would at least be presentable. The shovel was propped against the dirt wall within, the same one that his heels clicked against. It was the first time that day that he'd been idle enough to think of what was actually happening, and it made the smile fade from his face as he tipped his head back to look at the sky. He leaned back against his arms, his hair pooling in a silver pile against the grass. A candy clicked against his teeth as he shifted it around in his mouth. It was his own silent tribute.
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A hand extended forth to touch Jack's wrist, the one that held the bouquet. "My~ What a lovely addition to the flora, Kitten," he cooed as he brushed nails to knuckles of the blonde, to urge the bundle out of his fist. "Did you pick these yourself~?"
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