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Aria stopped crying and looked up immediatly, there was a man above her, "who are you?" she asked oh god, don't let him have seen the names.. she shuffled a bit so she covered them, "what do you want?"

Jeanie followed the man and watched silently, he is clumsy she thought to her self and sighed, He had been clumsy too...

Kiba turned around "I always sit outside the church, everyday, but this is the first time I hear anything but the wind around here.. who might you be?" He didn't bother much to show any expression, it's how he was like ever since he could remember himself.

Kiba decided he should introduce himself if Aria bother to "The name is Kiba, and if you really come here as often as you say you should know that it's always this cold, but if you don't..." he sat down at one of the empty church seats, or what was left of it "This place is the home of ghost people who can't cross over to heaven or hell because they lost their loved ones, their sadness is the cold atmosphere you felt just now, it's nothing unusual to this place... That how it's going to be untill the spirits are either freed or this church will be reduced to nothing"

Kiba turned his head back "Even as I speak another one of them is griefing, the why part I'll never find out by myself, but maybe it's not my place to interfere with their afterlife" he walked up to where Sara was crying pretending to be able to see her "Unless they want me to be involved with them, they're the ones that make the choices, not us"

Sara looked up and became visible to the boy and girl. He stare at him as her ghost tears ran down her cheeks. She held her pendent tight and kept it close.

Aria jumped up as the spirit appeared, she said quietly, "normally, i'm to happy to notice the cold" then joined Kiba where he was standing, "don't cry" she said to the girl in front of them,

Jeanie sighed and looked about, Sara had stolen them away.. she moved closer and placed her hands round the young mans eyes, Kiba, he said his name was.. she then became visible to Aria...

"Such depression in the midsts of the church. The irony is stagering" Kent mused to himself, walking among the graves. With each new generation the ghost changed his clothing to fit the times. This time period was no exception. Clad in a tansparent leather jacket with a simple white shirt underneath, a pair of jeans on his legs, Kent gazed apon the poeople, and gosts gathered. "What a pity.." He added, looing them over. It seemed to him very few of the ghosts had any sort of clue as to what happyness was. At times he thought he was alone untill people came for service, that always brightened him up. Then of course, there was always the days it rained, where he would become as bitter as the rest. Stuck here for an eternity... they might as well make the best of things instead of drowning their spirits in dispair He told himself, taking a seat on the gorund beside the girl with the bleeding finger. he thought of speaking or even revealing himself for kicks, but decided against it, instead, choosing to watch. Resting the pale grey orbs that were his eyes on the scene before him.

Kiba moved his hands hands away from eyes, after he did the ghost that showed herself disappeared So she decided to cloak herself again? he stood up and streched himself a bit after bending down for a while "Well then... Aria, you were looking at some writings on the wall, are they yours?" his voice echos through the church, it was only natural after this place has been abandoned for so long.