Genevieve "Eve" Taylor (beautifulmonstr) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-10-12 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia thomas, genevieve taylor |
A walk among the tombstones (such a dumb title for a movie BTW)
Characters: Eve and Open
When: Week 8 Thursday August 21st Evening
Location: Chapel then cemetery
Warnings/Rating: NA
Summary: Visiting past projects
Status: Open, Ongoing
Eve was pulling quite a long day but she couldn't help it, the body she was working on required quite a bit of work. He was a car crash victim and against the urgings of the funeral director the family wanted an open casket. Half of the kid's face was pretty much missing and yet the family felt the need to subject everyone to that kind of horror show. If they wanted people vomiting at the wake, well that was their choice and unfortunately Eve would mysteriously be absent from that funeral. At least those were her thoughts when she first laid eyes on the kid, but after having working on him for a while, his face, while still missing half, wasn't looking too terrible. There was nothing she could really do about the pieces of his skull that were no longer attached but with what she did have to work with she was forming into a fairly accurate recreation of his living face. All they would need to do once she was done was turn his head to the side and put maybe some flowers or something decorative up there and he would be looking right as rain, or at least as good as you can look being dead, having heavy make up on your face and having only half a face left. Thinking she had gone as far as she could and seeing that finally the rain had let up, Eve decided to call it a night. Hanging up her white coat she traded it for her black leather jacket and headed outside. Instead of heading home like normal, she took a detour walking instead back behind the chapel to the vast grounds of the cemetery. So many of the tombstones there were ancient as the chapel itself was built in 1882 but interspersed with them were newer ones and far toward the rear of the grounds was where most of the new ones rested. As she walked the grounds she paused every so often to read a name off a headstone and would recall what their corpse looked like. She would remember draining it of blood, of replacing it with embalming fluid and applying the make up. She even remembered doing hair and dressing them up in their final outfits, not surprised to see that out of all the bodies she tended she was still the best dressed. It gave her a satisfying chill to think about how they died, or at least what she was told of their deaths, most in normal ways but every so often at the hand of a supernatural. Coming to one grave in particular she couldn't help but bend down to run her fingers along the raised edges of the letters. This one was special to her, this one, she had put there herself. Her lips curled up into a smile as she took a moment to enjoy the memory coming to her, of stalking the young woman, of chasing her and finally of ending her life. Then being the one to have to sew her back up and make her pretty again really just had put the cherry on top of her sundae. It tickled her pink and still did, even though this had been almost a year ago that it happened. Even though she should have moved on, she couldn't help remaining where she was, just so caught up in the deliciously sinful memory. |