Who: Xavier and OPEN What: Random encounter with an invisible ghost guy When: Late Wednesday night into super early Thursday morning Where: Cemetery Rating: Language, talk of death, TBD
Reprieve from Camp Redwood or not, this place was getting to be a pain in the ass.
Xavier had made an ass out of himself in a town where (you guessed it) everyone knew your name. He hadn't even told his friends back at Redwood about doing that porno for Blake, but he was wagging his jaw about it here for some stupid reason. Madison was smaller than L.A. but it was exponentially bigger than Camp Redwood and in Madison someone always managed to find you, even if you didn't want them to.
Appearing at the wrought iron gates of the cemetery, Xavier chose to take the long route, walking beside the church and around the back, following one of the paths to the small gray headstone with his name engraved on it, bought and paid for by the state of California. Hell, it even looked like a fucking state-issued courtesy. But it was his, even if his mother hadn't crawled out of her drunken stupor to take care of his body or even do an identification. He doubted very much that she had cared her only child had been murdered.
Bitterly, Xavier settled down on his back in front of the stone, the grass slightly wet from the weather the past week, and sighed. Looking up at the dark sky, Xavier folded his hands on his stomach, not caring that his clothes were going to be stained with grass and wet dirt, he could just blink them clean again if he wanted. It wasn't like they existed anymore in the living world, soon as he put them on.
The sound of footsteps moving around the cemetery had him almost inwardly groaning. Who the hell was awake at this hour?! Never a moment here by yourself, even when you didn't want to be seen, there was always someone here of the supernatural variety that could see you. Rolling his eyes, he spoke up from behind his small impersonal gravestone, unmoving, tone unamused and flat. "Please just fuck off. Don't make me rattle chains or what-the-fuck-ever constitutes as ghostly fucking behavior."