Fisher Majors (![]() ![]() @ 2014-07-22 15:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia thomas, fisher majors |
Tuesday July 15th
Who: Fisher and Dahlia
What: Meeting in creepy circumstances
Where: The cemetery
When: Tuesday the 15th, late evening
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
Warnings: None
For Fisher, the cemetery wasn't somewhere strange, creepy or morose. It was like being in his bedroom; It was comfortable, safe, quiet. He felt very at ease there. It was a little sad sometimes, because some spirits hung around their graves and looked depressed, and others were angry and some were just very, very lonely. And while sometimes talking to the dead was overwhelming, he knew that they needed comfort, and he could provide it to them. Plus some of them just had great stories to tell.
It was late enough that he figured no one else would find him here, but early enough that the cops would have other stuff to do and wouldn't bother searching there for teenagers drinking or smoking. That gave him the freedom to just talk to the ghosts without mumbling, without looking around to see no one was staring at him. He was involved in a discussion about the railroad history of the town with a man who had helped to build it when he heard another voice, an alive voice. Definitely not a specter. Holding up a hand to shush the worker, Fisher craned his neck to look around to see where the sound was coming from. He walked slowly toward the voice, stepping carefully around the tombstones to be as silent as possible. He was terrified that maybe it was that HASK group doing something to some vampire, some insane ritual in a cemetery to showcase how unholy and dead they were. And while it terrified him to think he might actually witness something like that, he needed to make sure no one was getting hurt.