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Joanna Harvelle	Posted: Mar 4 2008, 08:58 PM
Member Group: hunter Posts: 10 Member No.: 21 Joined: 1-March 08	Why a cemetary? They were just way to disturbing, so why a cemetary? What was the point of being here? Jo had no family buried here. She had no friends buried there. It wasn't even a sunny day, it was gloomy and the sky was grey. Everything about it screamed depressing. It looked as though it might rain, and the wind was starting to kick up a bit too. But did that bother Jo? Not in the slightest. What did bother her was that she was in a damn cemetary! Especially on a day like this, it just added to the whole aura of it. Which again, brings us back to the all important question, if being there bugged her so much, then why was she there? Simple, she happened to decied to wander over there. Impulse had told her to go to the cemetary. It didn't matter how she got there or anything, but she was just, there. Odd, I know, but then again, no one ever said Jo was normal now did they? Plus its always good to go with your impulses. Sometimes they prove to be false, but at times they can be rewarding. Maybe, you'll find something you never thought you would find, or something you were looking for. Then again, maybe you'll find nothing at all. Maybe your impulse was wrong and you might just even lose something.... but so what? At least you followed your gut, and since when is it ever wrong? Stepping slowly across the ground, Jo shoved her icy hands inside the pockets of her warm brown jacket. The one with the wool lining, god that thing was warm.. Earlier, She had gotten so food earlier from a Chinese place, and it came with a pair of black chopsticks, not the stupid wood kind. So she figured, what the hell, and threw it up into a sloppy bun, holding it in place with, of course, the chopsticks. It was something different. So were the dark stonewash jeans which I am happy to report are themselves brand new. The belt though, oh that thing is old. She did have a thing for belts with great buckles, and this was defiantly one of her favorites. Big, Golden, with a pattern of a scorpion engraved into it. Beautiful. Looking up at the dark sky, Jo let out a sigh as she stared into the nothingness. She could hear then wind whistle through her ears as she stopped walking and stood there, just starring. It was an odd sight really, a woman just standing in the middle of a graveyard with her head tilted up towards the sky, not looking at anything, breathing so softly that unless one looked really closely, one might think she was not breathing at all! Something about grey clouds always captured her attention. She actually thought it was rather interesting to look up at the clouds. They were like, swirling dark pools of water, especially when it was windy, because the tended to move faster. Oh but look, she is getting all poetic now, time to move on. Pulling her eyes of the sky, she looked around to see if there was anyone nearby. She saw no one, so she shifted her gaze down to the ground and began to walk again, listening as the buckles on her boots clicked. Suddenly she heard a noise and whipped around. "Who's there?" she waited a moment, and when she got no answer, she moved her foot back. As she did, Jo gave out a laugh. It was only a twig. She had stepped on a twig. But, when you were out in a cemetary at a time like this, one could never be to careful. She did have to admit though, it was fairly funny. Thus, she laughed. And then she stopped, rather abruptly, and continued walking. Soon enough, she picked a grave, and stood in front of it. She looked at the tombstone, and read it to herself, wondering in the back of her head where this soul had gone.

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