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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:32 pm
Ben wasn't going to be walking around that corner anytime soon. That much was becoming clear to Leon as he stood next to the simple gravestone. The silence was deafening with the pitter patter of rain the only company for the fallen. The stream of water in rivulets from the top of the structure and its branching descent down into the earth. it was almost poetic.
"Sleep well Hunter." the boxer said softly to the marker, giving it a light pat and walking back to the quarters of the living.
or the soon to be deceased, either way, they were all still together in their fight.
((Exiting))
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:34 pm
Wilson nodded his head as Ryan moved to follow him. As his friend pulled up his hood to shield himself from the rain, Wilson instinctively reached up to tug his hood over his head even more. He smiled softly, grateful for the response. While he didn’t particularly mind being alone, especially when he had incurred it upon himself, company always made the situation better for him. There was another presence, another living person to talk to if he wished to speak.
His boots crunched against the gravel as he moved further down the line of graves. The urge to speak rose within him. Wilson stopped at an arbitrary marker. He looked at Ryan while he slipped his hands into his jacket’s pockets. “So…” He sounded awkward, reaching for words that had yet to enter his mind. “What do you think they were like? The hunters here, I mean.” A half-nod to the series of markers before he turned to read the name of the deceased hunter—it was completely foreign to him, all of the names were. But it brought him back to Benjamin Summers.
“They knew one of these guys. The other trainees. I wonder what he was like?” He paused. What would it be like, to know the person whose name was engraved on one of these graves? Wilson shook his head and forced a grin. “Do you want to go do something else?” He frowned briefly. That came out a bit rude, like he wanted to be anywhere but here. “Do you want to go to the cafeteria? Maybe get some cookies? I hear they’re delicious.” A genuine smile, and Wilson started walking toward the cafeteria.
[ exiting ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 7:02 pm
Ryan followed quietly after Wilson, reading the names on each gravestone as they passed them by. There were a lot of them, he found and that surprised him. He knew it shouldn't, but in all honesty, he would never have thought there would have been this many and he didn't. Not until he saw this grave site anyways.
"Don't know..." He looked back at the group that had gathered earlier, now only the one boy remained, Gale. "Not really something you could randomly guess at. At least not without a picture or memories of said person." He shrugged, not really wanting to think about it. The more he thought about these things, the more it began to bother him. Perhaps, since he had never met any of them, it was better to leave them as faceless. After all, he had people around him that he already had to worry about, he didn't need to add those, who he did not know, as well as those who already passed away.
"Sure, cafeteria sounds fine, but no way am I trying any of those cookies..." He muttered and followed after his friend.
Exiting!
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