Post by Skyler Harbinger on Jul 18, 2012 10:31:18 GMT -5
Despite it being a place for the dead, Skyler had always enjoyed cemeteries. They were the one place she always felt truly at home. The whispers of the dead comforted her and the feel of their presence made her feel less lonely. Besides, they weren't that bad once you got used to them.
The noontime sun bore down on her, warming already slightly feverish skin, but it wasn't overly uncomfortable to her. Then again, she did have a favorite tombstone to perch on whenever she came here, so her idea of comfort was highly questionable. Either way, that tombstone currently had an occupant, one leg tucked under her and the other dangling off the side.
She pulled her hair out of her face, tying it back into a loose ponytail before dropping her hands into her lap. She'd been trying to see if she could break the separation of her visions for awhile, but so far no results. Sky had a bit of free time; might as well try again where there's a small possibility that anyone would stumble upon her (or, at least, so she would think) and hope for some progress. Or at least that she doesn't get a headache for switching visions so often.
It was a weird thing, even after so many times, when her vision shifted. All of a sudden the color was drained from the world and people appeared where there weren't any before. If she was going to be experimenting, she might as well see how many spirits are around so she doesn't purposely bother any of them. They tend not to like trespassers or those who bother them without cause. That and she was always curious to see what they did with all their time, seeing as they were dead and had all this free time on their hands. They were no different from the living, in some ways, and it amused her to see some of their antics.
No matter how many times she tried to identify the dead here, she couldn’t. None of them were familiar to her, at least not in the way that those of her hometown were. Then again, no one in Nova City was familiar to her, given her own self isolation. It was the best way to handle things, though; if anyone saw her creepy eye trick or talking to air, she’d be in a mental hospital or wherever they took their monsters here, labeled as some sort of threat.
Another reason she went to the graveyard to do her experiments. What normal person goes to one without a good reason? And even if someone did come, what reason would they have for bothering someone who looked lost in her own thoughts? They'd think she was mourning, which was good. They probably wouldn't like the real reason she was there.
The noontime sun bore down on her, warming already slightly feverish skin, but it wasn't overly uncomfortable to her. Then again, she did have a favorite tombstone to perch on whenever she came here, so her idea of comfort was highly questionable. Either way, that tombstone currently had an occupant, one leg tucked under her and the other dangling off the side.
She pulled her hair out of her face, tying it back into a loose ponytail before dropping her hands into her lap. She'd been trying to see if she could break the separation of her visions for awhile, but so far no results. Sky had a bit of free time; might as well try again where there's a small possibility that anyone would stumble upon her (or, at least, so she would think) and hope for some progress. Or at least that she doesn't get a headache for switching visions so often.
It was a weird thing, even after so many times, when her vision shifted. All of a sudden the color was drained from the world and people appeared where there weren't any before. If she was going to be experimenting, she might as well see how many spirits are around so she doesn't purposely bother any of them. They tend not to like trespassers or those who bother them without cause. That and she was always curious to see what they did with all their time, seeing as they were dead and had all this free time on their hands. They were no different from the living, in some ways, and it amused her to see some of their antics.
No matter how many times she tried to identify the dead here, she couldn’t. None of them were familiar to her, at least not in the way that those of her hometown were. Then again, no one in Nova City was familiar to her, given her own self isolation. It was the best way to handle things, though; if anyone saw her creepy eye trick or talking to air, she’d be in a mental hospital or wherever they took their monsters here, labeled as some sort of threat.
Another reason she went to the graveyard to do her experiments. What normal person goes to one without a good reason? And even if someone did come, what reason would they have for bothering someone who looked lost in her own thoughts? They'd think she was mourning, which was good. They probably wouldn't like the real reason she was there.