M - The dead don't like you.

Lolita Monroe · 05-23-2010, 12:39 PM

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Length matters not! ♥ 300+ words.

Oversized shepherd ears listened intently as the other came a bit closer, her breathing and words stumbling over one another. Lolita could only watch her, her expression, for the most part, blank. This place was not a particularly welcoming one, and the creamy woman wondered why the female would still be there if she was so obviously frightened. "You're afraid," she stated simply, making the obvious known. "If you are frightened, why are you here?" It was a concept that was lost on the Monroe woman. Then again, nothing truly frightened her. She did not understand why one would choose to put themselves into a position where they are frightened, because nothing scared her. Lolita had lost everything important to her: her life, her darling Pippa. There was nothing left to be taken from her, and that gave her the ability to have no fears.

Lolita loosened her hug against her knees, emerald eyes scanning the graveyard. She knew a bit about places like this; she had spent a good amount of time in them during the first few weeks of her death, thinking that it was where she belonged. It had only been after she had realized that her body would keep going that she finally left the churchyards. "This place, it is a graveyard," she explained, "and it is where the humans used to bury their dead. Each stone marks a grave—a human is buried there." It was a dreary place, even in the best of weather, and Lolita could not imagine why the other female would have ventured so far in without a reason better than curiousity. It was part of why she had come to this place. Lolita had not really expected to come across anyone here or be found, either. Well, that had not worked

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