Who: Bruce Wayne and Open What: Being a Banshee When: Saturday late night (backdated) Where: Cemetary Warnings: TBD Status: Open
When Bruce finally came back to himself and realized that his feet hurt and somehow he'd lost enough time that it was pitch black out he was back at the damn cemetery. He'd been here twice already, without any plan to be there, and he was getting tired of it.
This time he was barefoot and wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt. Obviously even being in bed and sleeping didn't help. Maybe he needed to get someone to tie him down so he couldn't get out again.
Despite not wanting to be at the cemetery he was still standing there tracing fingers over the headstones as he walked. They were icy beneath his fingers and there were whispers that he felt like if he just listened hard enough he would understand them but no matter how he strained they were just shy of being intelligible.
Finally with an irritated sound he managed to wrench himself away from the stones and make his way out the front gate back to the road. Now his only problem was he didn't have on shoes and apparently he'd walked here.