Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 12:41:31 AM)
(This user has entered Greenwood Cemetery ~Evening~) (IP = 98.155.160.243)

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 12:45:10 AM)
(This user has entered Greenwood Cemetery ~Evening~) (IP = 68.113.85.43)

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 12:45:29 AM)
(This user has entered Greenwood Cemetery ~Evening~) (IP = 67.174.186.111)

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 12:46:14 AM)
*He strolled into the cemetary searching for the odd bit of woman he called della. Dressed in jeans, tshirt, and boots, he had already had a few drinks though not enough to effect him all that much*

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 12:48:34 AM)
*Saffron gimps her way into the cemetery clacking her cane on cobblestone walks and wearing a dark teal satin and black velvet victorian style dress that covers her to mid calf. She has a large brimmed black hat with little black pom-poms and a golden brown veil that covers down to the tip of her nose. She has a messenger bag, black fishnet stockings and fingerless gloves and raisin purple Doc Martens. She makes her way around looking at gargoyles, statutes and mausoleums with reverence.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 12:49:14 AM)
It was late, the cemeteries grounds keepers closing the entrances to the place one by one. Della knew it. She stayed hidden in the deeper part of the cemetery where all the old crypts were, their stone crackled, the cement broken off and revealing wooden structures beneath many of them. It helped that she was wearing black, still dressed from work that very day.

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 12:54:24 AM)
*HE would finally find his way into the depths of the city of the dead. He was quiet enough not be be noticed by the caretakers as he moved around in the dark.* delllaaaaaaaaa..... *he called out quietly as he went*

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 12:55:27 AM)
*Saffron seemed mostly interested in the archtecture for the moment. Somehow the graveyard security missed her, even walking out in the open evening sunlight. Conveniently behind a structure or they were looking the other way as she would have been in view. She just kept on walking, reading cover stones and plaques as she encountered them. A pigeon followed her, sort of. It went about its own business of chewing on flowers before hopping from roof to roof to keep up and look for more morsels. Saffron would stop in her tracks hearing the name called out, trying to factor the echoes for a source location.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 12:57:56 AM)
Hearing her name, Della smiled, standing from her crouched position where she'd been. "Over here, Jordan." Waving her hands so that she would be easier to spot. As he would get closer, Jordan would notice several things open the ground at her feet, a chisel, a shovel, an axe and a bag. In one hand of hers was a flash light, a dive light actually, but it was turned off as she waited for the cemeteries keepers to leave.

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:01:25 AM)
*walked along listening, hearing a voice she could recall, familiar, she thought. In tandem with the name, she was even more curious. She moved quieter, a mental summons landed the pigeon on her shoulder for a moment. Then it took off flying for a higher vantage point to look around.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:01:25 AM)
*He wasconfused and it showed on his face as his brow furroughed a bit* what the hell are you doing woman? *moving closer to her he would look over her tools and then retun his gaze back to her face*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:04:45 AM)
"Retrieving something of mine...or well, going to. Just waiting alittle longer." Pausing as she crouched back down to stay out of sight incase any of the keepers happened to be doing one last round of the grounds. She continued to whisper. "Ive watched the place for a couple days. Always takes them 45 minutes after theyve closed to leave." Della reached in her pocket, removing the iphone to check the time. "God damnit, now its not working at all." Her eyes finding Jordan in the darkness. "Do you have the time?"

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:06:07 AM)
*he would slip out his cellphone and hand it over to her before leaning up against the crypt nearby. Not eactly hiding but not staying much out in the open either* What the heck is it?

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:06:33 AM)
*Saffron followed cues from the pigeon to find a place from where she was not entirely visible, mostly concealed by an ivy covered tomb-plot. She peered over toward the couple listening with her Arcane in full effect for the moment. She recognized Jordan immediately. The woman, she seemed familiar, but different. Perplexing. And with the same name. It bore investigation.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:09:11 AM)
[Pardon me a moment, putting son to bed!]

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:13:07 AM)
The crypt was old, the carvings faded as it lay flat against the ground where the rain could fall upon it relentlessly. The name on it was hard to read in the dark but with the light of Jordans phone when Della happened to use it for checking time, he'd be able to see it: Esther Albano, the date long since washed away by moisture. "Ok they should be gone.. fucking about time." Handing the phone back as she turned on the dive light, flooding the tiny, singular burial spot with light.

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:17:02 AM)
*taking his phone back he would watch her as she began to work. Not offering help he would simply chew on his fingernails as she did whatever it was she was doin* Seriously what the hell is going on? I really fucking hate it when you're vague and weird dude.

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:19:21 AM)
*stayed where she was, curiouser and curiouser. As curious as she was she didn't cast any spells that might alert 'someone' to her presence just yet.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:19:21 AM)
Her hands ran the length of the flat stone, feeling around the edges to find the seals which may or may not still be in place, the tomb itself being old and unkept. She continued to whisper despite the obvious 10 ft illumination they were surrounded by thanks to the light. "I told you. Im getting something of mine. It's in this crypt.. tomb..thing."

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:19:37 AM)
[Saffrons real name is Alice!]

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:21:40 AM)
*blinked, looking at the young woman and the obviously very old tomb.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:23:15 AM)
What the fuck is it? Jesus... don't you answer questions anymore or is everyone in this town just deaf when I ask?

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:23:53 AM)
[the things laying flat on the ground..are they called sarcophagi?]

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:25:30 AM)
[[no i forget what the hell they are called though]]

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:25:37 AM)
(I know the type of grave you mean, I think, but I don't know what they're called.)

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:27:59 AM)
"Its me!" She whispered swiftly. "Its me.. dont you see? Look." Her hand running almost lovingly over the stone where the name was chiseled. "Esther Albano. She was me." Smiling as she picked up the chisel and contorted herself enough to attempt removing the seals beneath the stone lid. "I want whats inside. Oh fuck..." Realizing without a hammer to hit the chisel she wasnt going to get far. Giving a whince, her eyes found Jordans once more. "Can you help? You could make this alot easier."

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:29:00 AM)
*raised an eyebrow in the dark. She fought off the urge to say "fascinating". Kept watching.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:29:36 AM)
Are you seriously just trying to get a dead body? Cus that shit is for one creepy as shit and for two not something normal sane people do...

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:32:12 AM)
"Jordan... she was me in a past life." Looking at him like he'd lost his marbles. "You honestly wouldnt be curious if you found out the identity of -you- in another life and knew where they were buried? Pleeeease." Surprised he'd not considered that fact. "Besides, I dont want a dead body. I want her skull." Her tone was enough to give anyone the creeps as she quipped oh so matter of factly.

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:33:52 AM)
*Saffron stepped out into the causway between rows of crypts but kept to the darkness moving silently as she could, but wanting a closer look at the cover-stone. She did nothing to draw attention to herself (3x Dex Stealth if it matters).*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:33:58 AM)
Ah no... and you seriously need some help. I think all this ghost shit is driving you nuts dude. We all have had past lives, its not a big fucking deal, but if you obsesss like this you will go nuts and you will get lost in the past. So how about you get a grip and just move the fuck on dude. *he walked up to her and grasped her bicep tightly*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:37:36 AM)
She wretched her arm free of him. "Im not going anywhere until I retrieve My skull. Jesus, its not like its going to be all fleshy. She died a hundred fucking years ago." Keeping down into her crouch as she looked up at him. "Look, just help me. Do that thing you do. Then it'll be easier and we can get out of here." Wiggling her fingers as if to suggest magic though the only way she knew how to do so with body language was the hookus pookus gesture.

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:41:25 AM)
*got as close as she felt she needed to, till outside the light's greater intensity. At the mention of the skull, she even took a gingerly step backwards, looking around at the grounds for a moment before looking back.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:42:55 AM)
No... obsessing over your past lives is a bad path Della... I'm not kidding. You need to cut off now before you get too deep into it. This shit has gone past the point of ok. *He looked at her with a bit of anger behind his eyes*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:46:18 AM)
"Jordan, Im not obsessing. Im investigating, exploring, coming to understandings. Cant you trust me?" Her brow narrowing in disappoint he didn't understand. "You may think this is all crazy but its not. Dont you get it.. this is my past. My flesh and blood. To understand them is to understand myself."

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:47:43 AM)
*where she once considered being of aid, or then a voice of reason, now she was just quietly stepping back and away from the scene. She was here to look at gothic stone-work and read stories not found in books. Violating sanctified remains wasn't in her plans. She stayed close enough to listen but returned to the peaceful query she'd come here for.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:48:34 AM)
I do understand della... and this is not the way to do it. This is the way to become mired in the material and deny your spiritual self. this is thw way to get lost in the past and become something abhorrant and vile... I've been doing this for a while so listen to me and cut the shit out ok?

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:52:10 AM)
Her jaw tightened, Della picking up the dive light, clicking it off and throwing it against the stone. "Fine." And in a huff, she began picking up the tools she'd brought with her, angrily shoving them in the bag, the dive light the last to disappear inside it. She looked to Jordan once she was all packed up, her expression rather indignant.

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:52:14 AM)
*with Jordan's words, she turned her neck to one side to look at him. Something true in what he said, but probably not what he meant. She made a note of it and continued to read a placard on one of the tombs.*

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 1:54:50 AM)
Seriously Della... don't fucking push me OK? You want to talk about shit fine... but don't act like a fucking animal with me, I won't fucking tolerate it. *The humor had left his voice and a deep sinister tone crept in. Something had been awaken inside of him and it seethed now just below the surface. For once the happy go lucky mage clenched his jaw and stared her down*

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 1:58:35 AM)
*she readied her lobotomy hook to assure she'd have a chance to stop any violence. As it was it was getting hard to read with all the f-bombs dropping.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 1:58:48 AM)
She gestured for him to walk, following suit whenever he actually did. She clinked and clanked as she walked, the 'tool's in her bag banging together which each step Della took. "What the hell has gotten into you? You mister "Look at me I can rot a knife" and you think this is weird?" Muttering as she walked, her eyes down to the ground beneather her feet most times to make sure she didnt trip.

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 2:03:17 AM)
*He took a deep breath and calmed himself before talking* Look theer is a lot of shit you don't understand and I'm a shitty teacher... The thing is though that you have to focus on this incarnation and the lessons it has to offer... if you focus and obsess too much about the past lives you have led you can completely lose yourself. When a mage loses themselves it's a dangerous thing Della....You can turn to evil and become a thing we call a nephandus. A mage consumed by his emotions and passions that becomes a thing more beast then man...Or you can lose your mind and become a marauder, Crazy weird things who use magic and are consumed by chaos. I just don;t want to have to.... *he looked at her and sighed* I like you ok? Just try and not be an asshole. *he smirked at her and gently took the tools from her*

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 2:06:45 AM)
*Saffron went on reading tombs, but for a while the pigeon kept tabs on the couple, finding places to watch, then fly on to the next.*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 2:09:30 AM)
She'd remained expressionless up until he spoke the words 'i like you ok?', Dellas mood shifting though she kept it to herself. As Jordan went to take the bag from her, she pulled the bag against her, coveting it against her chest, the handle of the shovel almost giving her a wallop to the face."I can carry it." Once outside the cemetary she paused, giving Jordan a darkened gaze before turning her back on him and heading toward her car which was in sight just down the road alittle.

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 2:11:45 AM)
*he wasn't in the mood in the very least. Instead just turning and heading down the street. He removed a bottle from his back pocket and began to swig from it deeply. there was no goodbye or see you later, and for the rest of the night at least he was donewith women*

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 2:12:30 AM)
[So happy I lead you to drink LOL!!]

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 2:12:38 AM)
[[lol]]

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 2:14:49 AM)
Once they were a good distance off, Saffron walked to the tomb she'd been at and read that one, or as much of the weather-worn stone she could. She stood over the stone for a moment with her tape measure in hand, then went on about her business.* (thanks for the very odd scene guys. If you're leaving Greenwood, we part company here :) )

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 2:15:46 AM)
[Thanks for coming! Sorry we didnt interact >_< ]

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:01 AM)
(nah its okay. Saff is odd, this happens sometimes)

Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:12 AM)
yeah she is]]

Della Sweeney (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:39 AM)
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Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:41 AM)
(later y'all)

Saffron Dorsey (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:46 AM)
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Jordan Malave (Mar 1, 2011 2:16:55 AM)
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