Next X (next gen x-men game!) (nextx) wrote in nextxplayground, @ 2009-03-20 03:42:00 |
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Cars were aligned along the side of streets, considering the amount of turn out, and due to the fact the funeral home's front lawn and pavement was something out of a crammed casino parking lot. For miles, it was nothing but vehicles. A turn out so great, that the police were called, and in return, directed all traffic to a nearby playground, where they were able to lead vehicles into civilized parking spots. The point being, no mutant nor human, being two peas in the proverbial pod, could withstand attacking someone or something for a good spot.
The sun was forgiving, for a Friday in March. Cloudy skies were an omen to some of rain to come, yet the peaks in which solid beams of light managed to sneak and break the thin layers of stratus, gathered the hopes of many. People of all sizes, some mutants, others human, managed to make their way in troves of two's and three's through the iron gates, situating themselves on fold out chairs. Others were forced to stand for the hour and twenty minute long service, and mutants did whatever they liked to do. Seven or so figures were in the air, hovering over the crowd. Some sat in the trees, while others managed to transport themselves around the lot for the last remaining chair. No matter the way, everyone wanted in. And everyone wanted to pay respects, to those who wanted to break the last barrier of mutant-human rights.
Speeches were long, and emotional for some. The true conviction of some of the husbands and wives, capable of being caught in the tone of their voices. No sooner had the service started outside the building, it then so ended on a positive note -- allowing those who came, to head inside if they so chose, for some cheese, wine, perhaps even a cracker. Also keeping in mind, the families of those effected, and the ones that surrounded themselves today.