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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 15, 2012 19:02:59 GMT -5
Jefferson, now free from the Psych Ward, quickly made his way through the woods around his home. He reached the boarder of the cemetary and came to a stop. She's not burried there....why did I come here? However, Jefferson March entered the Cemetary and started to look.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 21:39:19 GMT -5
The mist covered the ground, thick and eerily. Just like in the cheesey black and white films. It swirled around Jezabels feet as she crept in through the gate that held the cemetery. Her parents graves were some where by the foot of the hill, the hill that had more of the 'important' past residents.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 15, 2012 22:17:10 GMT -5
Someone is there! Jefferson lifted his head to listen for any out-of-place sounds. The gate creaked! He quickly made his way back to the main entance of the cemetary. Ducking out of site, Jefferson watched as the young lady moved to The Hill. Who...Who is she? I know I have encountered her before.....Wonderland? No! Of course not! She is from Home..... While his mind was trying to process just who this young lady was a twig snapped underneath his foot.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 22:26:25 GMT -5
Jezabel cursed under her breath, someone else was here. Jezebel moved a little quicker to the graves that marked her parents resting place. From her past experiences she'd figured whatever- or rather whoever was going on in the old graveyard was probably not here for the same reasons she was here; and she'd seen enough horror flics to know not to ask 'who's there?', the sooner she'd could get out, the better.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 15, 2012 22:35:18 GMT -5
Gah! What is her name?! Jefferson needed a closer look at the face. That's what he needed! "Wait! Miss!" he finally called out. "Wait! I....I can't move as fast as you!" Jefferson March stepped out from where he had been watching her. "I apologize if I've startled you!..."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 15, 2012 22:46:50 GMT -5
Whoever it was, he guessing by the voice, was coming towards her. Jezabel spun around her hand sliding into her pocket so she could feel the metal pocket -knife she kept with her. It wasn't really sharp enough to hurt anyone but having it around on her little night adventures gave Jezabel a small sense of security. The voice didn't sound threatening however, he sounded almost lost. Just not geographically.
"startled? Heh, yeah maybe a little" she cautiously made her way to the shadowed figure. The poor lighting made it nearl impossible to see distinct facial features.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 15, 2012 23:10:30 GMT -5
Curse the bloody lack of light! I still can not tell.... Jefferson moved closer as well. "I..didn't mean to. I..I'm sorry.." he apologized again. His ever-thinking mind was at it again. "I....I can't quite tell who you are Miss... Not in this light...." He'd find out later just who she was. I will get how she is known here I will find out who she is later
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 16, 2012 5:44:21 GMT -5
It had gotten later than Holly had anticipated when she finally flipped the 'closed' sign on her shop door. Carefully she balanced the flowers in her left arm while she locked the door and slipped her handbag onto her shoulder. Her encounter with Jezabel that morning had reminded her of how long it had been since she had been to place flowers on her mother’s grave. She walked slowly and quietly as she enjoyed the final rays of sun and the last of the warm breeze before the chill of the night took hold.
When she arrived at the cemetery the gate was ajar, Holly guessed that Jezabel must have been recently and moved quietly so not to disturb the girl. Her mother’s resting place was at the far end of the cemetery near the forest as her mother had loved the woodlands so much.
Gently she placed the flowers down, white roses were her mother’s favourite, and cleaned the dirtied slab of granite that held her mother’s carved name. Once clean she lit a small purple tea light (a candle) and placed it atop the gravestone.
“I guess it really has been a while…” She whispered to the stone.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 6:11:15 GMT -5
As 'whoever-it-is' moved in closer, Jezabel could feel her 'stranger-danger' alarms going off like crazy. Something was definitely wrong here. Jezabel tightened her grip on the bouquet of Lillies that she had bought earlier at Holly's floral shop and the pocket knife that remained concealed.
The little lighting there was finally proving useful as Jezabel walked a few more feet closer. "um, do you have a name I can call you by?" she inquired.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 16, 2012 8:47:48 GMT -5
Name...of course she'd want a name. "It's Jefferson" he offered. "Again, I didn't mean to frighten you. You see, m-my wife's buried her too. I-I'm not used to having other people here..that's all." Jefferson could sense the girl was nervous. The one thing he didn't want her to do was scream and run. I do not need to go back there Not so soon after getting out....
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 12:17:26 GMT -5
The name wasn't terribly familiar, although Jezabel was sure she had heard it somewhere. The soft whispers of the town could always be counted on to bring her a fresh batch of rumours... Jezabel picked up on the man's own cautious demeanour, his voice seemed especially shaky.
"Jefferson? Hmmm... Well, I'm sorry to hear that, about your wife I mean" she turned her head sideways glancing at the light over by another one of the graves, hopefully a candle." I'm Jezabel." she extended out her hand and offered a faint smile.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 16, 2012 13:09:21 GMT -5
Jefferson took note that slowly, the girl was becoming more relaxed around him. Good. "Jezabel?" he repeated, making sure he heard right. His eyes followed hers and he saw the light as well. "That is an unusual name. Pretty, but unusual" he commented as he took her offered hand. "It's alright. Still dificult for me of course...even after ten years....." His voice trailed off then.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 13:25:13 GMT -5
"heh, yeah I get that a lot, its Hebrew... i think," she paused to regain her thoughts. " I lost my parents before I ever really knew them, but there's still apart of me that missed them." that sounded so strange, missing strangers. She nodded toward the light " A friend of yours?"
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 16, 2012 16:16:50 GMT -5
"Yeah....it's Hebrew..." he replied. "Though the connotation that goes with it... isn't so good..." Jefferson then tilted his head, listening to her story. "Your story sounds so much like my daughter's story...." he all but whispered, his own eyes holding what seemed like all the sadness of the world. ......My Grace..... He sighed then turned to where the candle light was lit. "I..don't think so.....It wouldn't be my Paige....she doesn't even know her mother is buried here....."
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 16:30:04 GMT -5
Jezabel laughed, maybe a little louder than she should have "Yeah, that's true, but didn't exactly pick it myself, I just kind of got stuck with it"
Paige, that name sounded so familiar, wait that was one of the girls in Lillys class wasn't it? But Paige had a mother didn't she? "Paige, I think my little sister goes to school with her..." she glanced up at Jeffersons face, dimly lit, but she could still see the sorrow that washed over him. Something Jezabel had never been terribly comfortable with, Mourners. "If I'd known I was gonna be out here so late I would have brought a flashlight," quickly changing subjects," I'm going to go see who it is, get the jump on them in case it is Freddy Krueger or whatever" she smirked and walked quietly to the light source.
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