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[Wolverine]

I got an "F" and a "C" and I got a "K"- too
The only thing I am missing is a bitch like "U"

Damn, something about these damn places just get to you. My friends in holy places never existed- lets leave it at that. But!, that is fine with me, I am just taking in the scenery.

The stone henge of the forgotten isn't all that sacred any more. Lets say that they have just gone down in the dumps. ... My footprints imprinted into the muddy ground and wherever isn't soaked into the ground has another day or so until it dries up. Lets face it, thank-god I am not compulsive about shit like this! I would have buried myself alive already in that grave over there. Uuugh!

Locked in the graveyard at night isn't as fun as anything else. I could be out having the night of my life right now in the complexes or some other things. Dawn is coming soon and I give it about an hour until the damn locks come undone. Hopefully not another power surge and everything is blown off schedule- always sucks when that comes along. I know there must be a little fun other than yourself around here. I would even be alright with a warm person who fell over- dead! Give me something or give me death (preferably a woman, but I'll take whatever I get -wink, wink-). At least it is above freezing, that should bring some fun to the night. ... Maybe this muck of a ground can help out in the long run as well. But, there is always that slight chance that I am wrong- as if!

Hey! Did I hear something? ... Someone? If so, then why didn't I hear you earlier? ... I know I am not the only lonely person in this magnificent yard of horrors (and I mean, look at what it does to you!). There obviously has to be someone I can comfort a little here, I need someone to be put into debt here soon. It seems that everyone who was alive has disappeared for a bit.

Take your shoes off and play around in the rain! This is what the new sweat over town is- who or what is next, and do you really care? I can assure you that I have more things to be doing and a few select topics I can invest my time into. If there is someone (a lady, in the least, out there), that might be slightly more important- if you get my drift.

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[greywolf110]

Scarlet Rose

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** It’s depressing really, the state of the area in which the dead lay. Some say that they deserve to be cherished and kept safe, but, they probably have it much better underneath the depths of the earth, then they would have it up here. The few that actually make it in these times, turn out being cold and heartless. But, this was to be expected, was it not? Scarlet herself had grown awfully cold, especially compared to how she was supposed to be raised. Too bad she decided to change directions. She could be such a good girl right now, possibly even have a caring husband. But, what was the fun in that? Having a predictable life, in which routine is something you focus on? After all, it was much more entertaining, to live life as it should be done, with no knowing of what is to happen next. Simply wonderful, really. Scarlet walked on through the darkness, her green eyes searching for something—anything. It was cooler, the mud on the ground clung to Scarlet’s shoes mercilessly. Damn mud. She made a little look of disgust, her lips pulling down at the edges slightly. She could be somewhere warm, inside, sheltered, even. But no, she had to be here, in this pit of gruesome decay, and locked in, at that. Why had she come here, anyways? It was not important, to come to see the dead, and it made her rather uncomfortable, though she had killed so many herself. The after part, was frightening to her, seeing the lifeless body. Knowing the soul was gone, dispersed. Scarlet continued her little aimless meandering, weaving through the tombstones, her right hand reaching out to feel the rough rock, every so often. The red-headed woman barely stopped to read the inscriptions... Why should she care? Why on earth should some other body matter to her? Exactly. She had no one to care for, no one to live for, and it was to stay that way. Life was hard, she was used to it. It was then, a slight stir in the darkness caught her eye. Scarlet was slow, to look behind her and off into the distance slightly. Seems as if she wasn’t alone? A man was there, in the graveyard, how interesting. Scarlet’s mouth turned upwards at the corners slightly, in an almost smirk-like look. Interesting. He was odd-looking, though not completely bad looking, to the least. Not handsome, nor ugly. Very strange, she couldn’t exactly understand. Scarlet turned towards him, leaning against a tombstone leisurely, one eyebrow raised, as if she was questioning him, accusing him of some unknown act. Her smile was slight, completely and utterly emotionless. Well, this could be fun. Could be.

“Seems as if I am not the only one to feel like wandering alone, on a night such as this?”

She said, her slight smile appearing again. She was used to the odd ones of the human race, the ones who never fit in. Her parents where that type, psychotic and angry. Both, really. Though more... Insane, really. For her mother, everything had to be done perfectly, in its own way. If it wasn’t, she would break down. Scarlet remembered the first time she put a dish in the wrong spot. Her mother had yelled and screamed like some mad woman. But, she wasn’t here any longer, now was she? Scarlet tilted her head ever so slightly, her longer locks of hair cascading over her shoulders. The woman wore simple jeans, a fitted sweater, and an overcoat, though she had various items tucked into pockets here and there. The art of modification. Though, to feel safe it was only natural for Scarlet to have some form of defence on her. Weather it was a knife or sharpened toothbrush. She always had something.

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[Wolverine]

\.___DOMINIC _ HYDE__./

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Listening through the morning to the sloshing of feet walking through mud and then a voice. “Seems as if I am not the only one to feel like wandering alone, on a night such as this?” Guess I did hear a little something-something. Heh. Guess my mind isn't that lonely anymore.

Looking over my shoulder, I catch glimpse of green eyes staring through the morning darkness. Guess that isn't too bad, a nice way to start your day- I guess. Cold mud on your feet, locked in a cemetery, with strange green eyes staring at you; this couldn't possibly get any better! ... Yeah.

Well, I guess it isn't all that bad. Heheheh. Silhouetted shadows of your body- Bow-chicka-wow-wow! ... But hell! Guess when your cooped, anything starts to look just about as good! ... But, somewhere, I might just be lying to myself- your curves are bangin'! Wouldn't mind seeing you undercovers. If not, then I wouldn't want for you to be seeing others. I wouldn't leave you alone- so I'm going to blow your mind.

... Haheheha. What to do? ... Haheheha! ... It used to be, so I heard, you could say a rhyme and you's have to worry about someone dyeing. I guess, when you are in a cemetery, we're all dead in some way. ... I am not very limited with my moves, so lets get this party started! I could say I love you and risk getting all my people murdered, but who would that be?

Uniqueness outlines my body, but I have never looked at my shadow to sit there and look at it. Not too sure what you can see or not. So, walk this way! Talk this way! I do just that. I start to walk forward to you. When I am a few feet away, feet covered in mud, and mud splattered on my bare skin. Only a pair of pants shielding my skin from the elements, showing my tattoos running up and down my arms. Maybe an advantage- not everyday you get to see a freak marked with paint. Heh.

Eyes searching up and down your body, waiting for something. Patterned eyes taking in every curve revealed. Liking what I am seeing here. "Pshh, where else am I supposed to go?" Sarcasm, a nice 2nd language- eh?

Piece by piece- part by part, we'll get what I want.