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Post by Helena Winters on Oct 2, 2013 22:50:38 GMT -6
 Tap, tap came the sound of the black velvet heels against the stone road that lead through many matching death stones. Each stone marked with a name, date, and death. A dreadful reminder that the ones you loved were no longer within your reach. Their warmth and sweet scent gone tell death take you and you rejoin. Helena made her way towards her dear friends stone. Since it was her friends dream to become a fashion designer, Helena wore her best. A black dress that seemed to be strapless but was wrapped in lace that covered her arms and shoulders. The lace was designed to be a pattern of roses and thorns. She wore dark gray legs to cover her soft pale white skin. Her onyx black hair fell loosely down, hovering over her shoulders with uneven cuts. In her hair was a gray jeweled pin that was clipped in her hair. Attached to the pin, was a short vial that covered Helena's extremely beautiful face. The vial tucked under her chin and made her outfit seem dramatic, just like her make-up. She had a mixture of black and grays for eye shadow that seemed to make her blue-silver eyes shine and with natural good skin she didn't need anything for that, but her perfectly shaped lips were colored with scarlet red. Around her neck was a thick black jeweled choker necklace that had a silver cross hanging from it.
Helena had in her hands fresh cut roses. Her eyes seemed to be growing ever so lifeless as she made the long journey to the grave of her dear friend. Coming to the grave, she rested a soft pale white hand upon it and looked down at it with blank eyes. Bending down, she placed the flowers next to the stone and looked at the name. "David Charles Snow", no the name was not suited for this stone. "Ghost..." Helena called his name with her mature and attractive honey voice. "Our dream is almost real, your name will become a part of Fashion history and I hope you watch me with every step. I will make your dream come true, I swear to you. I will keep my promise my love, I will keep it."
The sound of footsteps upon the stone road in which she came made Helena freeze with her words. She stood back up, fixed her dress and turned to look over her shoulder to see who was traveling upon the sad long road. She hoped she would not be overwhelmed with a fan of her fashion, for it was not the time for the love that she deeply loved. No, she wanted to be with Ghost, or what she had left of him.
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Word Count: 500
Tags: Helena
Notes: Winters first thread!
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Post by Lilith Gray on Oct 3, 2013 18:23:34 GMT -6
Lilith had been in the Graveyard for a while now. She liked to fix up the old headstones and take soil samples and everything else she could think of to do here. Today Lilith was wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a loose fitting shirt that had feathers around the neckline. Her hair was in a long braid. She liked this outfit and it seemed to already be covered in the dirt she had been collecting.
Lilith was sitting on a grave with one hand on the dirt and one hand on the tombstone. A small patch of beautiful flowers started to sprout from the dirt and the tombstone stitched all of the cracks back together. Soon the grave looked like it was planted yesterday. She looked back at many of the others and smiled. They all looked new. Sure there were many more she had yet to get to.
Suddenly Lilith heard a noise. She peeked her head up and saw somebody kneeling down next to a grave. She frowned. It was always sad when she saw somebody here. Usually it was empty. She sighed and grabbed one of the fully formed flowers and got up. She walked towards the lady and hoped that she would accept the flower and maybe even want to talk about whoever she lost.
Lilith watched the lady get up and was stunned at the dress she was wearing. It was absolutely beautiful. Lilith held the flower behind her back as she noticed that the flowers the lady had were roses. She changed the flower into a white rose as to fit the pattern. "Who were they?" She asked quietly as she held out the rose for her if she wanted it.
Lilith had never lost a loved one. She had never had a loved one, she had never even had a real friend. All she had was her job, her cat, and her powers. She wondered if she was being intrusive. She did that sometimes. "I'm sorry would you like me to leave?" She said in the same voice and looked at the toes of her boots.
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Post by Helena Winters on Oct 3, 2013 20:56:31 GMT -6
Helena rested her alluring silver-blue eyes upon the young girl with long red hair that was pulled back in a braid. She examined her style of clothing and for some reason she could not help, but picture Ghost, being his outgoing self, walking up and describing the kinds of clothing that would match the young girl. The make-up that would make her face blossom like a rose, and overall make her sparkle like a star. Yes, Ghost was the light of Helena's life, he was her life tell he left. He did the same thing to Helena when they started to hangout when they were younger. He would always draw Helena with some overly gorgeous gown and claim that he would make one just like it so the world could see her beauty. He would be the designer and I would be his model, a perfect match.
Helena let out a sigh as she thought about her dear friend and past lover. Helena gave the girl a naturally attractive smile and took the white rose from her hands, her pale white skin gently brushing against the girl's hand. Wrapping her fingers around the stem and turned to Ghost's grave and place it next to the bundle of red roses she had placed. "His name was David, but he liked to be called Ghost. He was stubborn about it too. When a teacher or adult would call him by his normal name he would act as if he heard nothing, not even the wind. He was such a stubborn boy." Helena turned her gaze away from the gray stoned grave to the girl as she offered to leave. She gave her head a small shake, her soft onyx black hair swaying gently from side to side. "No, no there is no need for that. Ghost loves to meet new people and I'm sure he would have loved to meet you if he was here with us." Helena gave the girl a warm smile and turned her eyes back to the grave, her mind getting lost in the memories of the past.
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Word Count: 391
Tags: Helena, Lilith
Notes: Thanks for joining!
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Post by Lilith Gray on Oct 3, 2013 22:13:02 GMT -6
Lilith watched the lady look her up and down. She felt like she was being examined like one of the subjects in her lab. She wondered what she was thinking, but just kind of brushed that thought away. When the girl took the rose and put it with the ones that she had already brought. It stood out among the red roses and she decided she liked choosing the color white over red. She thought back in her memory as to why roses were red. Anthocyanins where what made roses red. They were red colored pigments, thus making roses red. She thought about saying this, but decided against it.
Lilith listened silently to what the lady told her about the boy, David, or Ghost. How he was stubborn about what he was called and how he would have like to meet somebody new. So Lilith sat down beside the grave and set the gravestone against the crook in her back. "So I guess if he liked to meet new people then I should probably tell him about me." She said as she thought up things about herself.
"I'm Lilith Gray. I work as a scientist, but spend most of my time wandering around doing random stuff because it just so happens that I'm extremely smart. I happen to have a kitten that is unnamed so far, it's complicated. And I..." She trailed off, having nothing else really to say that wasn't too personal. She flashed a smiled up to the lady.
For the first time Lilith really looked at the lady like she was studying something. The lady was striking really. She was really amazingly beautiful. "You're really pretty you know. I bet you've heard that a million times before." Lilith kind of laughed a little, then stopped. It felt wrong to laugh when she was sitting with her back against the headstone of this lady's friend or brother or boyfriend or husband or whatever he was.
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