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a_note_unsaid (a_note_unsaid) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2016-05-26 21:57:00

Entry tags:

death, famine

WHO: Death and Open to the other Horsegirls
WHAT: Horse Girl Annual Meet Up
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Thursday evening
RATING: TBD but probably somewhat creepy

Death did not go out much. She saw no point in it, which was probably her own sort of nihilism going on but it wasn't something that made her sad or lonely. There was a comfort in being surrounded by the dying, as she had no place among the living. Not for a while. Still she made the effort. She had a place in this city, and she maintained at least an appearance. It made people more comfortable, despite having no need of money.

Today she'd chosen the park because it was, in it's own way, rather beautiful. Especially at night. It was a good place to meet. Neutral, with no real ties to any of them and big enough to keep them all occupied if they wanted it. Her sisters were, pun intended, far more livelier then her after all. She'd send out a call, request more then anything for no one was truly their leader and no one could make any of them go where they did not wish, and sat on a bench quietly waiting. Around her no sound of birds or insect was heard. Animals always knew.

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black_horse
2016-05-28 06:50 am UTC (link)

Famine, on the other hand, spent most of her days out and about, only really going back to her apartment to shower and sleep. So she savored her few precious days off, but when Death called, she came. She was one of three that Famine would always appear for, so she got on her bike and headed to Central Park.

The park tended to be empty and quiet after dark, which meant less people to yell at her about riding her bike down what were clearly pedestrian footpaths. She killed the engine when she was almost there, which was easy to find, since Death's presence stood out in the quiet. Death always registered to Famine as a deeper kind of silence, an almost tangible feeling that pressed at her ears. Which was very distinctive.

She leaned the bike against a nearby tree, dropping down onto the bench next to her sister. "Hey," she said. "How's things?"

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