Most evenings the twins managed to separate and end up in various parts of the cemetery doing their own thing whatever that might be but they always stayed within the cemetery as they were told by their Daddy and just about everyone else in their small family unit and were loathe to go against such rules at this point. Neither of them was curious or rebellious enough at this age to go against what was told to them by their elders. They sat next to each other quietly chattering about something as they sipped from tiny plastic cups together. Cheryl had obviously roped her brother into playing Tea Party right along with her plush named Robbie and Harry's plush named James.

They were pretty much happy and content playing together and not really interacting beyond this world but that didn't mean they would be unfriendly if someone did appear but the simple fact was: as far as they knew there was no one nearby.

"It is around here some where." The gloomy and tired looking Evander murmured low to his sister, walking at her pace with her arm looped around his. He had spotted it when he and their Mother had gone for a walk earlier, and he had been eager to show Ophelia, whom he was sure hadn't yet seen it. It was gorgeous to him, perfection incarnate...and he wanted to share that with his gloomy sibling. Soon enough he spotted it, moving to a halt in front of the ominous gates; the falling leaves made it hard to have the workers upkeep properly, leaving it to look rather creepy tonight. Within of course, they could see the rows of tombstones, from the newer ones closer to the gate and to the older ones further in the distance. "Is it not horrifying?" His lips twitched into what might have been a smile, but he certainly at least sounded pleased. "If you are feeling well enough, my Sister, I would like to go inside."

The straight black haired girl was leaning not heavily on her brothers arm, but was certainly using it for assistance. At least with Evander with her she could move at a faster pace then when she was alone. That much she discovered quickly. Though she was quite happy to be at home with Evander making her his perfect tea, she could tell by the tone in his voice that he really wanted her to see this.
She gave a small gasp when they approached the gates, the slightly rusted arches of metal looking so weather worn...she was sure they must creak something wonderful.

"Oh yes dear brother...but slowly...I would like to see this place...all of it." She murmured as she often did in her demur style of speech. Giving a small wave around to enforce the entirety of her request.

They were rapt in their little tea party for a long moment but not too far away they heard voices, quiet voices, unfamiliar ones. For but a brief moment Harry and Cheryl both tensed before they realized that the words were intelligent and not 'slow' moving as Zombie's often spoke in at least from what Harry claimed. Cheryl and Harry gazed at each other for a moment and they both took up their respective plush companions and started to wander a bit closer to inspect the source.

"Careful, Cheryl," Harry cautioned as his sister almost tripped over a teacup she set down.

Cheryl stepped over it a bit clumsier than she meant to and pouted a bit, "I saw it," she muttered and then proceeded to lead the way toward where they thought they heard the voices coming from.

"Of course." Evander replied in a tone more befitting a butler than a brother. Stepping forward slowly, he pressed his free hand against the door,pushing it open and letting it creak loudly. As always his face remained mostly neutral, but there was some small part of it that looked very pleased. Once it was open enough he lead Ophelia into the yard, his wings firmely together behind him, his eyes searching the area. He had thought he heard voices, but he hoped they were from horrible ghosts or zombies, and not regular people...but when he started to see movement from the corner of his eye, he paused the tour and looked over. "Look, Sister." He said slowly, almost amused, and gestured towards the two smaller shadows. "Natives...!"

Ophelia allowed her brother to do his brotherly duty, some would think she was taking advantage of her twin, but honestly he always did this for her, so why would she think any different?

Looking around she admired the stone fixtures, the tombs with the weeds growing over some and others that looked a lot fresher and newer to the lot. Oh it would be lovely if they got to meet a zombie. Her own wings sagged against her back as usual, she never truly had the energy to raise them. Perhaps someday.

She turned her head when Evander spoke, she spotted the shadows as well and she smiled a bit. "Are you sure? They look awefully small for zombies..." Ophelia murmured.

When the other two came into their view the twins stared at each other as they heard the words and then looked over at the other two. The twins both shrugged in unison and wandered closer to this curious pair that had apparently come into their little domain staring a bit up at them with curiosity. It was Harry that spoke up first despite lagging behind his sister, "We might look like zombies but we aren't," he pointed out quietly. Harry was not oblivious about how he looked versus how the zombies looked, at least not completely.

Cheryl canted her head to the side and stared at them through her curtain of hair and nodded a bit, she looked more like a ghost than a zombie but she didn't feel the need to point that out, "Hello. Are you looking for zombies? I think they aren't coming out tonight..."

"There could be, I am sure that children are sometimes buried here." Evander said quietly to his sibling, before the pair had his attention again. He could see them better now, and his comment about 'Natives' certainly seemed more fitting! Well, for the most part, anyway. "You are not?" Evander replied, a little perplexed. The boy certainly looked like one; the girl not so much. "Pity." He sighed softly, lightly shifting Ophelia's hand on his arm to make it a little more comfortable for her. "Hello." He piped back to the girl, taking a moment to admire the way her head tilted, and the way her eyes were glowing from behind the curtain of hair. "They are not? How unfortunate...perhaps we will have to come back again?" His gaze had slid to his sister this time, before moving back to the toddlers, offering them a light, butler-like bow. "Regardless, my name is Evander, and this is my sister, Ophelia. It is a pleasure to meet you."

As per usual Ophelia let Evander speak for them both, there was little point in a bunch of chatter. Not when Evander seemed to read her wants and needs like a well loved book.

"Pity," She echoed his choice of word as it was, a pity, the girl was haunting with her dark hair, the eyes...a very eerie touch. The boy how delightful he seemed to have a rather traumatic headwound. Even more so that he seemed completely unphased by it.

"A shame...and yes we must come...visit again." She breathed as she leaned her head against her brothers arm. Not that she was tired she just did it out of habit. "Pleasure to mee you both." She echoed as she managed a small curtsey before leaning back against Evander.

Harry shrugged a bit in reply to the older boy's perplexed manner, "Well, we...kind of aren't...We eat normal things but the zombies around here are kind of...Mean and stupid...They hurt others and eat them," he warned quietly as he hugged James to his chest. He wouldn't mind the zombies at all if they hadn't been out for the death of his family and him, apparently. "I'm Harry, and this is James," he nodded down to his plush companion. He allowed his sister to introduce herself.

Cheryl let out a small creepy sounding giggle, "My brother saw them once he says they want to kill everyone, I haven't seen them myself yet," she said simply as she looked up at them and watched as they introduced themselves. Clumsily, because she thought it looked neat, she tried to mimic the curtsey but it was hard with the plush rabbit in her arms. "I'm Cheryl and this is Robbie," she presented her own plush companion for their gaze.

In a way both of the twins hoped the other two wouldn't be leaving TOO soon.

"Oh I see. That sounds very traumatic." Evander agreed with a nod, though like his expression, something in his voice hinted to him being particularly happy with that thought. The thrill! A little smile lit up his face when he realized the girl was trying to curtsey - she'd get it soon, he was sure of it! It was adorable. "A very disturbingly good looking group." He commented idly, leading his sister a little closer to the smaller pair, his head tilting while looking down at them. "Are you four here to enjoy the sights and sounds as well?" The butterfly boy inquired curiously, looking at the corpse-like boy this time...he seemed to be taking care of his sister, just like he was!

A smile crept across Ophelia's lips, it was nice to see that there were some boy's that seemed to take after Evander, she have a small wisp of laugh, not trying to be rude as Cheryl curtsied.

"If you put a hand out, you keep your balance better.." She offered the small peice of advice to the young girl. She rather liked her, so morbid. Though young Harry was delightfully more so with that dried blood.

"Yes... have you come as well?" Ophelia echoed again, it was like she was letting her brother do all the work.

Harry shook his head, "We live here with our Daddy and our Uncle Stitches," he explained, "we live in one of the crypts," he added as an afterthought as the pair came closer. He didn't tease his sister about how clumsy she looked while curtsying he'd like to sleep without her plotting his demise and probably enacting on it - thank you very much.

Cheryl didn't seem to mind when the older girl giggled at her and nodded a little at the advice, she'd keep that in mind. She shifted a bit where she stood, "Yes, then there are people that 'work' here that help make sure the zombies don't hurt innocent people," she said simply because in her mind if people wandered here blindly they certainly deserved to get eaten for the most part, though she kept that thought to herself. "Do you always visit places like these?" she asked quietly. Unlike most people they weren't scared of them or uneasy of them, they treated them as normal which was something she appreciated.

"Uncle Stitches?" Evander parroted curiously, his eyes widening just a little bit from surprise. What a name! This Uncle Stitches person must be terribly interesting! But wait...they lived in a CRYPT?! His gloomy face seemed to light up then. They continued to explain, and the more they did the more they were the greatest things to ever exist. "Wow! You must lead very, very interesting lives! I would love to see the Crypt one day, if you would be so kind as to allow us in." He was more than interested, and it was obvious! "I try to visit them as often as I can, they are very exciting and feel very much like home." Evander nodded sagely.

Ophelia tended to agree, she rather found this dark and gloomy graveyard very welcoming, slightly jealous that the children actually lived here twenty-four seven. Stitches? My what an unusual name, he must be a rather unusual person.

"So there is more to your family?" Ophelia inquired softly, if there was an Uncle there must be an father or mother. Unless the zombies got them...a shame really if that was true. Maybe the parents were zombies...how interesting would that be?


Harry and Cheryl gazed at each other before Harry spoke up and answered Evander's, "Uncle Stitches is kind of like our second Daddy. He does pretty much everything with Daddy," he murmured simply not really seeing what was so odd about it. Some people had two mommies, some had two daddies and so on. At least that's what a children's book he managed to find forgotten in the cemetery said.

Cheryl nodded in agreement to Harry's words and looked between the two before she spoke up, "It ... is interesting sometimes, a lot of people come through here...Though some might run away when they see me or Harry," she shrugged carelessly after she spoke. Cheryl nodded to Ophelia, "Yes, Uncle Stitches and then there is Uncle Jack but he doesn't live with us or at least he doesn't sleep in our area of the crypt..."

She was a bit clueless where everyone in the Crew went when Roach Family were asleep.