A man is many things

Jan 30, 2011 18:54

Who: thecorpsedaddy, retraced, shadowsinform, untamable_angel, and goldilocked
When: 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.

let's count them all tonight )

sharon rainsworth, walter c. dornez, undertaker, gilbert nightray, jack vessalius

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You're letting go of strings; [ gathering ] cadaverdaddy January 31 2011, 00:02:55 UTC
[[ This thread is for everyone to gather in, so whenever you want your character to jump in, just add yourself in! Once everyone who's going to attend has arrived, we'll move to the service thread. ]]

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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cadaverdaddy February 4 2011, 05:34:24 UTC
Undertaker had been standing near the edge of the grave. The young man named Walter who had arrived first had disappeared in order to fill his lungs with the harsh high of nicotine. This left Undertaker in momentary solitude, which he then used to wipe away the last bits of dust along the finely carved face of the stone. His eyes turned and glanced up at his lovely little shattered kitten. Immediately, he stood, before bending at the waist to bow to Jack.

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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