A girl in mouring

[Lynette]

All was quiet in the city as Lynette pushed open the creaking gate of the cemetary and stepped inside. She hadn't been in over three months, and was paying for it now. In her hands she held a single white rose, and her cloak flapped in the wind as she walked silently through the headstones.

She came to an abrupt halt in front of an unmarked headstone and sunk to her knees on the earth. She placed the rose on the ground and brushed her fingertips over the rough stone marking the final resting place.

"I've missed you..." She murmured

[Lynette]

She lost track of the time as she sat at this gravestone and told the person everything that had happened. She ended with,

"I think I'm starting to make friends. It's hard for me...but I'm trying."

She wiped away the steady stream of tears that had fallen, and stood to leave the cemetary.

[Juliette Garnier]

Juliette wandered through the forest of stone..passing cold angels as they gaurded the souls that lay beneah them. she often came here to calm herself. As she passed a praticulary large tombstone, Juliette saw a blonde figure rise from kneeling and begin to walk slowly from the cemetary. She would have called out to her, but did not wish to disturb the strange tranquility that always settled in the graveyard.

[alyna]

Alyna had just come out of one of the small buildings housing creamated bodies, her cheeks red, though from the cold or crying one couldn't tell. Though she did wonder why two of the musicians were there, she walked away without saying anything and hoped she wouldn't be noticed.

[Daniella]

((Juliette, Lynette's hair is brown not blonde...not that it matters really..))

Daniella sat on a bench to the east of these goings on, the one day she decided to visit her Mother's grave had to be the day that everyone else seemed to come too. She sat there with her knees crossed trying not to pay attention to the others, what they're here for is their business. she then glanced over to the badly carved stone she sat by. if only they had been able to have given her a better marker. If only she had been able too, but
what could a seven year old girl do? It was her fortune that the priest of the local church took pity on them and even aloud her to be buried among the others.

[alyna]

So many tragedies, Alyna thought as she saw Daniella. Am I the only one who doesn't cry for a lover or parent? She bumped into Lynette at the gate. "Sorry," she murmured and tried to walk past.

[Madame Giry]

((Remeber to include Lynette, she was the one who started the thread, tehehe.))

[Madame Giry]

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