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mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 12:31 pm
strike_you_out) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-01-29 12:31 pm
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twenty nine | rest in peace
Action; 726 Anderson Lane
[All throughout the night, neighbors and passerby's will likely hear the continuous sounds of digging in the backyard of 726 Anderson Lane. By daybreak, the yard not immediately above the Legion headquarters has been transformed into a small graveyard. Standing vigilant with his shovel, Slugger has finally stopped to rest. Smears of dirt mar his calm, expressionless face. If one looks closely, one might note the subtle crease of resigned anger settled permanently upon his darkened brow.
In the cold and semi-frozen earth beneath his feet lie the bodies of his friends and family. Edward lies here, his question mark cane denoting his grave site, though there is no mystery as to who lies beneath. Beside it is the smaller grave of Luke whom Slugger decided would prefer to rest beside his mentor. Not far from these is the grave of Pokey, Slugger's dearest friend--finally, Pokey was not the one designated to carry the burden of being the last survivor. Susan's grave has been dug as well, situated beside the tree with the swing.
Slugger knows about the experiments Mrs. Johnson is performing on random residents inside the old factory, but he'd rather stay here and fill in the stupid daily crossword puzzle for Edward and Luke or lie on the ground beside his best friend's resting place, his head throbbing, or sit on Susan's swing, his head still throbbing. Just last week he'd confessed his love for the Hell Girl and now he was quickly losing everyone close to him like a terrible nightmare. For every happy moment in Mayfield, there is a price to pay.]
[All throughout the night, neighbors and passerby's will likely hear the continuous sounds of digging in the backyard of 726 Anderson Lane. By daybreak, the yard not immediately above the Legion headquarters has been transformed into a small graveyard. Standing vigilant with his shovel, Slugger has finally stopped to rest. Smears of dirt mar his calm, expressionless face. If one looks closely, one might note the subtle crease of resigned anger settled permanently upon his darkened brow.
In the cold and semi-frozen earth beneath his feet lie the bodies of his friends and family. Edward lies here, his question mark cane denoting his grave site, though there is no mystery as to who lies beneath. Beside it is the smaller grave of Luke whom Slugger decided would prefer to rest beside his mentor. Not far from these is the grave of Pokey, Slugger's dearest friend--finally, Pokey was not the one designated to carry the burden of being the last survivor. Susan's grave has been dug as well, situated beside the tree with the swing.
Slugger knows about the experiments Mrs. Johnson is performing on random residents inside the old factory, but he'd rather stay here and fill in the stupid daily crossword puzzle for Edward and Luke or lie on the ground beside his best friend's resting place, his head throbbing, or sit on Susan's swing, his head still throbbing. Just last week he'd confessed his love for the Hell Girl and now he was quickly losing everyone close to him like a terrible nightmare. For every happy moment in Mayfield, there is a price to pay.]
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Hey.
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How are you holding up?
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So-so...
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[She'll let him decide for himself. Grief's a funny thing.]
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[She'll hang on. Trying to make it clear that she isn't going anywhere]
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