[Entry] Vorpal

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*a-knock, knock, knockin' on Mal's door, dressed up nice for once (which pretty much includes wearing untorn jeans and a non-rumpled shirt), though her guitar is in place, slung over her shoulder; rocking back and forth on her heels and humming quietly to herself, waiting*

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[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*pokes his head out the door, looking a little worse for the wear but smiling at once when he sees her* Hey, sup?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Hey you! *grinning fit to burst, stopping her restless rocking* You heard 'bout the stars, right? How they're all goin' out one by one? Well I had a thought -- you wanna go sit with me and watch what's left?

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*is significantly more unnerved by the stars thing than he pretends, but doesn't want to seem like a worrier and makes light of it* Shit yeah. It's a fuckin' once in a lifetime opportunity, isn't it?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*might be worried about if she weren't a) dead and b) knew exactly what it meant, but hey, whatever; reaches for his hand, fully intending to pull him along if she has to* C'mon, then!

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*slips his hand out of hers, rubbing the back of his neck and looking unsure all of a sudden* Where are we going? *turns back into the room and roots around for his hoodie, snagging his sunglasses from a pile of laundry and things on his floor*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*buttons up her denim jacket one-handed before they head outside since it is getting a might cold out at night, humming pleasantly* Graveyard. I got somethin' else to show ya.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*pulls the hood down far over his head and puts his hands in his pockets, glancing at the mirror to see how he looks before nodding and slouching out* Alright. Let's go.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Just to warn ya, it might be a little spooky. *glances at him a moment, starting down the path of Clara's house and enjoying the night air*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

What, spooky like ghosts and graveyards and vampires and shit? *glancing from side to side in an almost comically paranoid way, glad that not many people seem to be out*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*blinks -- that surprisingly almost spot on* ...Yeah, kinda.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

Hardcore. I love that kind of stuff. Doesn't scare me at all.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? *pleased by this -- there are going to be a lot of zombies around soon, how about that* Then I'm sure you won't mind this at all. *takes a detour off the path and into the woods*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*follows after her, loosening up a little but then jumping out of his skin when she steps on a twig and breaks it; lets out a shaky breath* Uh, pretend you didn't just see that. I'm just jumpy.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*squeezes his hand, stifling a laugh* Saw what, sweetie?

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*is a bit distracted from his fear by the fact that she just called him sweetie; smiles reluctantly and doesn't pull his hand away this time* Didn't know they had a graveyard this way.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Used to belong to someone that lived down here, judgin' by what's 'round it. *shrugs, picking her way carefully between trees, not bothering to be particularly stealthy* Kinda like one of those little family burial sites, you know? All sorts of sweet.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*blinks, then shakes his head* I've never actually seen one before. I mean, I've read books and stuff. We burn our dead in Ishbal, except for very important men. And then ... I was living in the city. No room for it. *grins* So it'll be new, huh?

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

You should see the one in my city -- it's all sorts of big. The other two around us are kinda weird about their dead, though. One does what you do; burns 'em. The other... I dunno. They disappear. *shrugs again, pushing past a bush and letting out a low whistle of happiness, a dilapidated house in sight* We're here~!

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*whistles in appreciation, grinning* That is so fucking hardcore. I wonder how old it is? *shivers, in a delighted sort of way*

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Pretty old, judgin'. *threads her way through the plant growth, pushing open the gate enclosing the house and skirting around the porch*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*follows after her very light-heartedly, jumping over an abandoned hoe and gaping at the crumbling house* How'd you find this place?!

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Death becomes me. *shoots a grin at him from over her shoulder, this one much different from her usual cheerful ones, more dark, sinister, and feral; it disappears quickly, though, and she perches on the edge of a crumbling wall encasing a small graveyard, shifting her guitar to her front*

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

*didn't quite catch the difference in the smiles in the light - besides he digs mysterious chicks - and leans next to her against the wall, looking up at the stars* They look the same to me.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

*crossing her feet at the ankle, idly tuning her baby while glancing up at the stars* Part of Ursa Major is missin'.

[ishbalriffs.livejournal.com]

Ursawhatsit? *glancing over at her, thinks that she really is rather gorgeous in this light, and smiles faintly; it's nice to like someone who seems to like him back for once* I remember, there was an old man who used to tell me all the stories about how the stars came to be in the sky. I can't remember any of them, though. *speaking rather quietly, because it just seems appropriate*