Rydia Jones
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Post by Rydia Jones on Sept 27, 2014 22:04:56 GMT
[ I am not good with titles... ]
Normally, Rydia wouldn't like the cemetery, for it was rather creepy and her imagination easily took hold when every she entered, but today was just a little different. She wanted silence for the time being, and the cemetery was the perfect place for her to get that. The most that came by were grieving people who often kept to themselves, making Rydia anxious to sit down and do as she pleased. Besides, the cemetery had great muses for writing, which was something the younger girl rather enjoyed. With that in mind she crossed through the gates, her gaze looking at each creepy stone and dark oak tree. Her imagination took quick hold, thinking of great heroes combat zombies and varies undead creatures of the night.
With that, the brown haired seventeen-year-old swayed, soon to wonder from her position to think about the marvelous idea. This seemed to be how all her thoughts began, by looking and listening. Her dark blue eyes gazed over headstones, yet she seemed to ignore each thing within the cemetery, but soon enough realized she was wondering once again. With a sigh, she tipped her black fedora down, sitting underneath a tree. She drew up her knees, her notepad blank in front of her, bagging for her to leave some pencil marks on its white paper.
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