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Apr 1, 2008 17:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 1, 2008 17:54:15 GMT -5
Stupid dead people. They had all managed it. Sniffulus, flu, unknown, collapsed bridge, fire of '32, fire of '33, other fire of '33 and a whole slew of murders and suicides. And a whole other section dedicated to death by sunlight.
It was a Nightmare Cemetary, what would you expect? Well, probably not a Dream sitting on a gravestone that had nothing to do with him or his ancestors. It's thick cut allowed the somewhat lanky David easy enough perch as long as he kept his feet planted on the ground. His arms were crossed tightly around his chest and the flask in his right hand had long since been drained dry.
He'd been trying very hard to get deathly ill all week. It was the only thing that he could manage without it constituting as a suicide attempt. But colds were harder to catch then their moinker 'common' would suggest and all week his attempts had been frustrated. He was still fit at a fiddle.
David swung the back of his heel into the marker he was perched on.
"Stupid." He growled. "If you could do it, why can't I?"
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Apr 1, 2008 18:02:36 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 1, 2008 18:02:36 GMT -5
The cemetery had always been Samantha's place of respite, somewhere she could think and be away from social elites and gossipy ballerinas. Up until this point, she realized, she'd never had anything to escape from. Not really. Or at least, not like this.
It was a rare occasion indeed when Samantha felt truly troubled by problems that didn't focus solely on her. There was that small twinge of guilt whenever she thought about Gavin, or even when she didn't think about him, that lingered at the back of her throat like a constant itch. And she hadn't seen David since that night. Not that it bothered her particularly, since she was everyone's one night stand, or 'mistake' affair, but it had been.... lovely, and she kept thinking about it.
She was more than a little annoyed when she heard someone cursing at a gravestone. With a disgusted sigh, she wheeled around, glaring at the culprit with one hand on her hip. "Excuse me, but if you're---" She cut off abruptly, a healthy, strawberry red flooding her cheeks. Her eyes widened, and she said it before she could stop herself. "David?"
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Apr 1, 2008 18:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 1, 2008 18:13:34 GMT -5
David saw Samantha. David then fell of the gravestone. Falling off was easy. Getting up was another story. Especially with the previous contents of the flask being the current contents of his stomach.
So it took a long moment before Samantha stopped being several Samanthas (which was alot, alot more imposing) and he could slowly stand up.
Thinking it might be rude to just turn and run, and probably impossible at the moment David made an odd gurgling noise that might've been 'Samantha? What're you doing here?' Or 'Nurrrrghghurhghgh'.
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Apr 1, 2008 18:18:11 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 1, 2008 18:18:11 GMT -5
Impulsively, she took a few steps forward to help him up when he tumbled off the gravestone, but quickly stopped herself, wringing her gloved hands together.
"Well... w-well..."
This was so incredibly awkward. She couldn't get rid of the pink on her face.
She was fairly sure, but not entirely, that he had asked what she was doing there. "I'm always here," she said, eyeing him carefully. "What are you doing here?"
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Apr 1, 2008 18:24:30 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 1, 2008 18:24:30 GMT -5
"You're always at a cemetary? Whyy?" (Nurrhghguhhghhhiiihhwhy) And why he was here? Because of her! Because of Gavin! Because he couldn't die! Because the universe simply hated him and was laughing it's ass off from whatever mouth it posessed because he was just that miserable.
"Don't come closer!" He whined and took a step back.
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Apr 1, 2008 19:31:54 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 1, 2008 19:31:54 GMT -5
Her cheeks flushed a little deeper, though this time it was not from awkward sexual tension, but from indignation. "I come here to think," she said, a shade briskly.
She studied him a moment, before crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Honestly, David," she said. "I'm not going to bite you."
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Apr 1, 2008 19:53:31 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 1, 2008 19:53:31 GMT -5
Don't cross your arms under your chest DAMNABLE WOMAN! She was just emphasizing what he couldn't....best not to think about it, it just send his mind into spirals of confliction and confusion.
"I dunno, you might." (Idfshssfsshhhhyoumidh) The urgency of the situation finally seemed to grant him freedom from gargling hinderance. "You, you just stay there. And I'll stay here. Or maybe over here." (he took two steps back and one to the right). "Here. Here's good. You, stay. I stay. Good." He grinned nervously and then made a tickish gesture with his hand twice before cross his arms back over his chest (unlikely to enhance his bosom and send Samantha into odd and garbled daydreams).
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Apr 1, 2008 20:00:18 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 1, 2008 20:00:18 GMT -5
She sighed in exasperation. She felt slightly ridiculous. There they both stood: tense, arms crossed, with enough space between them to fit three fidgety Gavins, like two caricatures of boxing-fighters facing each other.
She sniffed. "Contrary to what you may believe, Mr. Kingsby, I can exhibit self control."
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Apr 1, 2008 21:47:08 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 1, 2008 21:47:08 GMT -5
Don't refer to that! Don't mention it! Don't remind him of it! Didn't she know anything? He let out a desperate little laugh and shook his head before making a few more twitchy moves with both hands this time.
"Self control!" He squeaked. David ran his hands through his hair several times before wetting his lips and looked desperately towards the exit. What if Gavin where to come by right now? He'd probably get lanced. Like a boil. Ahahhehehe (he might be cracking under the pressure just a little).
"NO SELF CONTROL!" He roared somehow mousily and scrunched up his face unpleasantly. "Go...be with Gavin."
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Apr 1, 2008 22:23:10 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 1, 2008 22:23:10 GMT -5
Her eyes widened, flashed, and then narrowed into dangerous slits. "Go be with Gavin?" she repeated in a quiet voice. It was the assumption she would sleep around so readily and with no apparent conscience that nettled her.
"I'll have you no I haven't talked to you or Gavin ever since.... ever since. Well. You know." She looked away, cheeks blushing again. She hadn't realized how much she'd actually liked her two common and boyish friends until they'd gone.
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Apr 2, 2008 22:30:06 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 2, 2008 22:30:06 GMT -5
God, no wonder Gavin was so mad at him.
"But...not in that way! Is that the only think you can think about?" David's voice had taken on an unnaturally squeaky quality. "I meant....like...be there for him. He's mad at me. Really mad at me. REALLY, GODZILLA MAD AT JAPAN KIND OF MAD AT ME." He sniffled (a little squeakily) and then didn't like the way he noticed she was blushing.
"Go talk to him....please.....just....marry him or something."
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Apr 3, 2008 20:39:15 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 3, 2008 20:39:15 GMT -5
She scoffed angrily. "Go marry him," she mocked David's tone, rolling her eyes. "You're not the only he's mad at I'm sure." Not that she'd had the courage to ask, as of yet, but she could assume. "I haven't not talked to him because I'm giving him the cold shoulder. And what is the matter with you, David? I half expect you to suddenly break into convulsions or something..."
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Apr 8, 2008 12:10:05 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 8, 2008 12:10:05 GMT -5
"I'm really drunk right now. I don't have convulsions when I'm drunk." He stated matter of factly. AND just...like....keep at his amish shunning dohicky!" He was so close to very unmanly tears of frustration that it wasn't even fair. His wrung his hands and glared at her. "He didn't do anything wrong! He's hurt! PLEASE!?"
What was the woman thinking? By not being on good terms with Gavin she was indirectly affecting his own standing with the Knight. Which was probably a little bit selfish, but David was drunk and focused on fixing his stupid friendship so he could feel a smidgen less suicidal.
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Apr 8, 2008 13:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Miss Jack on Apr 8, 2008 13:13:59 GMT -5
"Oh." It was a very pronounced 'Ooooooh', and her expression turned back to its snobbish default and she clucked her tongue disapprovingly at him.
"Drinking doesn't solve problems," she said. And neither did avoiding people except to snap at them, but she'd much rather pick at other people's problems. "And I can't go talk to him! He'd just slam the door in my face."
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Apr 8, 2008 16:45:47 GMT -5
Post by Jules on Apr 8, 2008 16:45:47 GMT -5
"I don't care! Be persistant. You slept with his best friend! No freaking duh he's mad." And this, his own mentioning of that night had David making some garbled half-coherent excuse about ponies (or maybe a cat) being in need of his immediate attention and him shooting out of the cemetry with a half-hearted.
"Please."
As a goodbye.
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