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xx A Drink in the Boneyard (P: Andy & Michelle)
« Thread started on: Mar 9th, 2007, 6:03pm »

Adrian stared blankly ahead at the tombstone, reading over the text again and again. The sun had dipped below the hills, and the entire place was surrounded in inky blackness, but her eyes had long since adjusted to the light, and she was able to make out the close letters scribed on the modest grave. She had her head resting on her knees, one arm curled around her legs, and the other holding a bottle of hard liquor she had swiped from a drunk on the way here. She wiped her nose on her sleeve, her red eyes even redder and more puffy than normal. One could easily see why. “Bastards,” she thought, “You look at this grave and all it tells you is his name, his age, and his profession. It says nothing about the man buried here.” She took a swig, blinked a few times, and looked over the words written on the small stone slab.

CONWELL EMMANUEL JAMES
STAGE MAGICIAN
1858 ~ 1877


Her throat felt tighter as she read it. The initial shock had worn off, and now she was feeling the full brunt of his demise. Death had finally reared its ugly head, and she wasn’t sure if she could just bottle it in this time. Conwell, the only person besides Scott she had ever truly opened up to, was dead. Her future husband, her love, was a corpse. And if she hadn’t gone chasing after her uncle in Romania, he would probably still be alive. She blamed herself for this, if she had just taken his advice and left that life behind, he’d still be alive. And now… People will walk by his grave every day, but nobody else knew him but her, Sean, and his troupe. She seemed to be the only one who knew he was dead, atop that. She took another swig, as her eyes started to get very glassy. People would look at the grave and remember his ‘comedy’ performance… Not him. They would walk by, and they would have no idea about his love for the world, how he was able to find joy in everything… He was so happy, he never deserved this. All he did was fall in love with her, even before she had fallen for him. She had caused his death. If it wasn’t for her, Conwell would be living a happy life right now.

She set the bottle down next to her, and curled herself up into a little ball. She was a murderer, a taker of lives. How many others had she caused the same thing she was feeling right now? Wives, husbands, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters… She had robbed people of these things countless times. And she wasn’t going to do it. Not anymore. Right here, right now, she silently swore off of the assassin trade once and for all. And, oddly enough, she actually heard guitar music somewhere in the graveyard… She looked up, looking everywhere for the sound, until her ears pointed out the direction. The song was beautiful, cheery, an amazing piece, and had the worst possible timing. She picked up a rock, and threw it as hard as she could at the sound.
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« Reply #1 on: Mar 9th, 2007, 7:26pm »

Michelle was sitting atop a stump in the middle of the graveyard, tuning her guitar. She just had to wait for a bit, and practice on the guitar was the best way to waste time. She finally started playing one of her favorite songs, and not three seconds into it, a rock comes out of nowhere and smacks her right in the forehead. She dropped to the ground, bringing the guitar down with her. The instrument hit the dirt, and she landed on her back. Of course, she also didn’t take very kindly to this- she stood up, sat her guitar on her former seat, and marched right over in the direction the rock came from, where she saw a strange-looking woman apparently drinking in front of a gravestone. “Hey, what th’ heck is your problem? I was just trying to play my damned guitar, what did you throw a rock for?!” she shouted.
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« Reply #2 on: Mar 9th, 2007, 9:40pm »

Adrian just glared at the woman for all it was worth, about ready to pitch the bottle at her stupid, thick, idiotic head. “Shut yer mouth, lady. I don’t care if you’re a friggin’ duchess, you play that thing near me again and I snap it in half.” She spat, her scratchy throat giving her voice a similar effect. She took another swig of the alcohol, and looked back at the gravestone. That was always her answer, wasn’t it? Get angry. Get mad. Yell, scream, kick, and throw something at someone. It was like she was overloading herself with one emotion to bully out the others, and keep them from coming up. Maybe, just maybe… It was time to give that up. “Sorry about that. Under a bit of stress.” She apologized, and sighed, looking up at the woman. “You gonna be okay? I threw that rock pretty hard.”
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« Reply #3 on: Mar 9th, 2007, 10:47pm »

Michelle was even more irked at this woman for a moment, and was ready to throw a punch until the girl apologized, thus making her relax a little. She let out a breath, and finally looked over the woman, anger no longer clouding her sight. And, after that, she felt like she ought to be slapped in the face. Why else would somebody be sitting in a graveyard, in the middle of the night, staring at a gravestone while drinking hard alcohol? Someone obviously had died. It didn’t take a genius to know that, and it took a real idiot not to have seen it sooner. She sat down next to the woman, removing her hat and settling it on her knee. “For what it’s worth… I’m sorry for your loss.” She said, regretting acting so brashly.
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« Reply #4 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 12:46am »

Adrian almost reached over and smacked the woman, but held her hand. She glared over at the woman, her red eyes locking with her greens. “Lady, I don’t even know you. I don’t need yer unwanted sympathy right now. So what it’s worth, is diddly-squat.” She said, only remembering that she was going to try and be nicer to people after she said it. Andy took another swig from the bottle, and offered it out at the woman. Sure, the girl pissed her off, but that was no reason to be greedy.
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« Reply #5 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 12:51am »

Michelle happily accepted the bottle, taking a quick drink before handing it back to the girl. She shuddered a bit, the girl’s eyes were so horribly bloodshot from crying that they almost looked red. Contrasting with the woman’s pale skin and blood-red hair, it gave her a bit of a creepy appearance. Oh well. Michelle read over the tombstone, vaguely remembering the name, though from where she didn’t know. “My name’s Michelle. Yours?” she asked, turning her head to look at the girl on her left, expecting an answer.
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« Reply #6 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 01:20am »

Adrian shut her eyes tight, and took a big, long chug of the liquor. Three things could happen, at this point. One- she tells the girl her name. She rarely ever does that, was she willing to trust someone yet? Two- she refuses. The woman feels uncomfortable, and leaves. Might not be the worst possible outcome. Three- she gives a fake name, and the woman finds out her real name later after Adrian has had another six drinks. Right now, she just decided to throw caution to the wind… Things couldn’t possibly get much worse. “Adrian, but you can just call me Andy. Nice to meet you, Michelle.”
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« Reply #7 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 01:27am »

Michelle smirked. The woman didn’t seem all that bad, a little bit unpredictable, but she had just lost a friend. Anyone would be a little unstable. She rubbed her head where the rock had hit, feeling a bruise lumping up. The girl just had a fit of anger, it happens. And right now, it looked like the poor lass needed someone to talk to. “Who- who was he?” Michelle asked, partially just to get the girl talking, and partially for her own curiosity.
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« Reply #8 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 01:38am »

Adrian pulled her knees up closer to her eyes, and pressed them into her legs. Up went her mental defenses, like a wall around her. She was obviously starting to choke up, until she was able to put it down just long enough to speak clearly… Or at least, as clearly as she could. “Connie. My God, where to start… He was such an amazing person. He loved animals, always had these two little wolf pups at his heels. And that wasn’t all, he loved everything… To him, all of God’s creations are things of unmatched beauty. H… He…” she said, starting to choke up a little. She mumbled a couple strained apologies as a few tears escaped her eyes and rested into the denim on her knees, leaving two little dark spots on either kneecap. Tears. Adrian almost never cried. She just put on a sardonic grin, made some psychotic remarks at people, and probably did something horrible to keep all of this bottled in… But the cork was slipping.
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« Reply #9 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 01:44am »

Michelle scooted a little closer to Andy as the girl had started sobbing faintly. This guy was really a big loss to her, apparently. She had called him ‘Connie’, which made her think that he was very close to Adrian. Brother, maybe? Best friend? Lover? Whichever it was, Michelle wanted to help her feel just a little bit better. She spoke as softly and kindly as she could, her voice very soothing. Years of singing could do that to you. “It’s okay to cry, hon… It’ll help.”
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« Reply #10 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 02:01am »

Adrian fought to keep back her tears, gaining bit by bit of ground, the audible sobs turning into faint whimpers, and eventually, into silence. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she was still choking up a bit. Great. Just perfect. She had known this woman all of three seconds, and now she was opening up to her. Well, there really wasn’t any harm in it anymore… Her uncle was dead, there was no way he was going to send more assassins, and Mani was a corpse… Again. There wasn’t anymore danger, but she was so used to it, that she naturally felt insecure with people she didn’t know. She stood up, out of the woman’s grasp, and picked up the bottle. “I told you, I don’t need your sympathy. Go… Go elsewhere. Bother someone else, I’m sure there are plenty of other widows for you to annoy.”
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« Reply #11 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 02:07am »

Michelle sighed, and stood up as well. Until what Andy had said sunk in, of course, mainly the word ‘widow’. Conwell was her husband? Hell, now Michelle was just more confused. If that was her husband, and he was recently dead, Adrian should be inconsolable, but she was just telling her to piss off, keeping an almost perfect poker face. At first, she considered that it might be that Conwell died a while ago… But the gravestone was fresh, not yet covered in the dirt and grime that scatter across the tombstones with the passing of time. It had to have been within the week. She put her hand on Adrian’s shoulder, and nodded at her politely. “I… I’m really sorry…” she said, in the same quiet, smooth voice.
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« Reply #12 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 1:25pm »

Adrian spun around, and slapped the back of her hand across the woman’s mouth. “Go away! Just mind your own damn business!” she snapped, and turned on her heel, huffily walking off. The woman was just trying to console her, but Adrian didn’t want her to. Michelle seemed like a nice person. And anyone she ever became friends with, promptly died. She didn’t want to hurt Michelle, because she was talented, kind, and was generally the kind of person Andy wanted to be. But that wasn’t her, no matter how much she wished it was. That, of course, and the woman was charging her mental defenses like a puppy charging the Great Wall of China.
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« Reply #13 on: Mar 10th, 2007, 3:40pm »

Michelle simply rolled with the slap, and watched the woman walk out of the graveyard, bottle in hand. Poor girl had just lost a husband, she wasn’t angry or offended at Adrian, just curious as to why she was like that. She lashed out instead of trying to work through it, and she couldn’t imagine as to why someone would do that. Michelle simply sighed, walked back over to her guitar, and slung it over her back. There was only one place she could think of where that woman would go, and that was straight to the bar. So, thusly, as Michelle left the graveyard, that’s where she was headed.
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