Repose

[He decides he needs to try this himself. As he's driving.]

[Locked to Caspar A]
i need to talk to you.

ETA: [Locked to Hugh M]
you're fucking with her head STOP

Who: Shiloh and Harlow
What: A late night game of flashlight tag
Where: Repose Cemetery
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: None, but tbd

[After the sun set, after the moon rose, after even the fireflies turned in for the night, and the owls began to hoot at one another from across the tops of their respective trees... after all of that, there she would be.  In the cemetery, second row from the back, and seated on top of one of the more minor headstones like the dead didn't mind.  In these back rows of the cemetery, they might just have been dead way too long to mind anymore, all of the legible dates seemed to be from the turn of the century.  To Harlow's immediate left was a large marble angel with its stoic face downcast in prayer.  There were little stone tears carved on its angelic stone cheeks.  If it wasn't for the casual kicking of her legs, Harlow might have been mistaken as a marble carving herself with her striking, swan-white pallor.

Under club lights, Harlow liked neon, but other than that, she always opted for pastels.  That's how it was tonight.  Tonight, she wore watered down stripes, the sweater sleeves bunched up around her elbows, and sun-lightened denim in a high-waisted style.  She had on baby blue tennis shoes with stacked foam heels that gave her a few extra inches of height, and her bubblegum hair was down in loose waves around her narrow shoulders.  She scuffed the heel of one shoe against long dead granite and waited on adventure to arrive.]

[locked: theodore c.]

Are you free?

I may not be good company, so feel free to say no.