Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 9:08:58 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 9:09:23 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 9:19:28 PM)
I think his name was James. *She softly cooed in a low whisper of a voice, even if it was without tone or inflection. Walking up beside of Ben in the quite cemetery dressed in all black this evening, but none the less it still looked like a party dress as if she was ready to go to a debutant ball. The length of her dress hitting just above be knee, black heels pair with lace glove, that only covered her hands up to her wrist. In right hand she held a single white rose that had –mostly- been plucked free of any thorns. Bradley or her car was seen no where about. Just the sound of the rusting iron gate closing behind the doll like figure.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 9:20:37 PM)
*A skinny brunette teen stood silent among the misted gravestones, leaning against a decrepit tomb covered in consuming vines. The cloudy night made vision somewhat impaired, particularly in viewing this man garbed in a dark grey button up and pants. Stark against the wary night was a deep red tie, offsetting emerald eyes that scanned the scene for visitors. Upon spotting Elyse, he offered a half grin* “Hey, stranger.”

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 9:25:12 PM)
Stranger? *She questioned with a tilting of her head, doll like curls falling down around her face only to be pushed back behind her ear, with a brisk movement. The rose she held brought was brought up to her crimson painted lips brushing against them, hiding what might have been the faintest smirk, if only held for a split second.* I would think I know you better than some do at this point, and of course you know I as well. Do you come here often? Someone you are looking for perhaps? *She asked her eyes lifting to read the nearby tombstones for anyone with his last name.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 9:32:47 PM)
*With a soft chuckle, Ben leaned off the crypt and took a few steps out to the rows of dead.* “No Wey’s around these parts. I often come here to muse, or to speak. Helps me relax, and reflect.” *After a few seconds of silence, Ben turned around suddenly and stepped closer to Elyse, unruly brown hair assaulted slightly by the wind.* “A white rose? Come to say goodbye to someone?”

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 9:40:32 PM)
*Elyse nearly the temperature of the cool outside anyway, was not bothered by the sudden gust of wind. It blew past her like it she was a stone. In many ways that is what she really was. A stone, emotionally hard and cold, but also for the most part stable in comparison with many of her clan. Moving the rose away from her lips it previously perfect white pedals now stained with red from her lips stick.* Goodbye? Perhaps, I doubt she let him do with how well I tied him up. I think his name was James. Though I didn’t ask, just call it a hunch I suppose. *Nimble all too thing bony fingers extended the flower to Ben with one hand, the other falling behind her back. The whole scene of meeting in a grave yard with a brightly shining moon and think waves of fog covering the ground beneath the two seemingly alive teen’s was almost what could be considered a picture perfect moment, by someone who had slightly gothic and screwed up tastes.*

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 9:48:32 PM)
*Ben’s suave expression gave way to a small frown as he gently lifted the rose from her cold fingers, sure not to find thorns. Ironic; a rose saying farewell tainted with the color of love. Pursing his lips momentarily:* “What was your family like, to deserve so much ill will?” *Worry? It was not the first time he’d shown compassion for the living, and indeed each reaction he offered seemed different than the last. The breeze settled and nearby leaves ceased their crackling venture across worn pavement.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 9:58:41 PM)
*His frown confused her, and at the same time made her feel something as well. Just a little pin prick of unhappiness at the look he had given. Perhaps it was not directed at her. She could not tell either way. Dropping her hands down to her side, darkly painted eyes cast away from Ben and his frown now, rejecting it by amusing herself with the way shadowy clouds drifted over the moon.* You know I give them ill will? Because. She made me this way. James on the other hand…he was no family…I surely took him from his…well I didn’t but the lady in the floor surely did. No matter…it is over with.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 10:14:44 PM)
“The lady in the floor. It seems like the people you suffered were your mother and grandmother, yes?” *Ben asked inquisitively. The malcontent that might have been on his face before had somehow mutated into concern with the quiver of his eyebrow. Smelling the rose, he continued.* “I’ve always found it easiest to ignore the lives I was connected to as a human. I don’t wish harm, but their involvement in my life ended when the heartbeat stopped. Do you seek them out?”

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 10:26:13 PM)
*Slowly she looked back down her eyes looking off in the distance but not really focusing on anything at all. Lost in her own thoughts, trying hard to recall the memories of what was once a living and breathing body, everything seemed so hazy, hard to bring back. Closing her eyes, with her body leaning back against one of the taller gravestones for support she spoke softly* Mother no. I don’t remember her. The other one. She is alive. I seek her out sometimes still, just to know she is enduring life trapped in a worthless body. They all thing she has dementia, but she is saner than most. *A terrible mechanical laugh slipped from her lips* “I thought of keeping her alive like that…forever…letting her sit in her own filth…that would be amusing..”

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 10:52:27 PM)
*The brunette nodded slowly, face melting smoothly into solemn indifference. What was he thinking about? In a sarcastic tone, he said:* “They must have been some special people to earn such a place in your heart.” *Ben watched her think on a life long gone. He was rather happy to not suffer such a loss of memory like others often did, though he supposed there were probably good reasons for some to never recall the worst of existence. Turning his head suddenly, he turned his head toward the crypt and made a 'shooshing’ sound.*

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 10:59:08 PM)
(( I am sacn'ing and this sheet is awful hold on))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 10:59:20 PM)
(( awww, I'm sorry

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 11:26:28 PM)
*She didn’t get the sarcastic tone. In fact she thought his word were in Ernest. What was that strange stinging feeling she felt lately when he expressed any sort of displeasure? It was not like the same feeling she felt for her sire, a normal string of fear of not making Marcus happy. Opening her eyes once again, she stood straighter with a more perfect posture.* These mortals do not hold any place in my heart at all. I would strangle the life out of them if I took a notion to it would not bother me. But you know that I would not harm you.

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 11:49:44 PM)
*Raised his hands defensively and took a step forward.* “I had no intention of assuming of you. I apologize.” *With that, he stepped forward and placed a warm hand on her shoulder. The last thing Ben wanted was to offend his bond-mate. Wait . . .* “I know you wouldn’t harm me. I just tend to care for mortals a bit much.” *Swallowing a bit, he leaned in closer to her, heat radiating from his body like a heat lamp. With a smile, he continued:* “We can just call it an oddity of mine.”

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 11:50:22 PM)
(( I was wondering if you wouldn't mind pausing the scene here and picking it up later. I'd just like to get some more rest before working the mid tonight ))

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 11:51:07 PM)
(( sure! I am going to be going soon myself))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 11:51:19 PM)
(( Alright, catch you laters!

Elyse Benson (Jan 20, 2011 11:51:23 PM)
(( I will snap it and we can pick up later))

Benjamin Wey (Jan 20, 2011 11:52:07 PM)
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