Oh no,
don't go changing.
That's what you told me from the start.


Kohl and alabaster checkered vans treaded silently along the emerald hued blades, soft emerald coloured occuli positioned toward the ground, watching the never ending change of scenery beneath her feet. Larynx constricted, carbon dixoide escaping her petite frame in an audible form. Oral muscle was erected from between the two rosens, running across the outline of her labrum's, pausing only to toy with the metallic hoop which decorated her lower labia. Upper appendages shifted, thumb's slipping into the denim rings which were meant for holding a belt, but which rarely did so. The cool spring breeze was brought down upon her lithe structure, causing the obsidian material of her Marilyn Manson shirt to sway in a ripple like movement. Yes, in her opinion, Marilyn Manson was sex. Also her greatest idol. Most considered her a freak for that fact, but, she couldn't care less.

Feminine physique wandered past the eeriely large iron gates, which produced a nice effect with the creaking noises it made as the wind hit it. Gaze was shifted upward, taking in the ghastly form of art which surrounded her. It was comforting, thing's that should cause depression. She read some name's off a few headstone's with no particular intrest, just trying to find something to preoccupy her thoughts so she wouldn't go insane of boredom. Enamel's clasped the rosen flesh of her bottom labia, gnawing on it absent mindedly. The dame continued onward, cranium poised limply from her shoulder's. Posture was slightly slumped, finding it morbidly boring in this cemetary. Death, it was everywhere. She herself was half dead. Why did people care so much? The dead were still walking the earth. Although they were more often known as vampires.

Long multi-coloured threads were blown back, cascading down her spinal cord. Thorax rumbled with a faint growl, cursing at the wind. Now her hair would be wind blown, and it would look horrible. Vain you ask? Yes. But Reese liked to look her best. Finger tip's were dragged over the coarse rock which created the headstones, being violently jerked from her thoughts as a feminine cry entered her lobes. Crania was tilted upward instinctively, emerald's scanning the terrain quickly. She saw no other's. Labio's were drawn into a faint frown, forehead producing a few creases as the miss tried to locate the source of the sound. Finally she decided on a location, lower column's slowly carrying her slender figure towards the chosen destination. Finally another feminine silhouette came into view, Reese decided she'd find out what troubled the other harlot, it would give her something to do. She made toward the other girl, pallid facade clearing of all expression. She walked up behind her slowly, catching the vampiric aura immeaditly. Why would a vampire be crying over the dead? Reese herself was half vampire, and she would never be found crying over someone's grave. "What's wrong?" Vocal cords emitted the question quietly, as to not startle the female. Although the answer should have been quite obvious, seeing this was a graveyard in all. God, Reese was an idiot. Dome was shaken slightly at her own foolishness, quickly covering up the stupid inquiry.

"You'll be fine, you'll get over it eventually." The statement was given in a sheepish manner, a barely visible smile falling across her lip's.

Reese remained silent through the introduction and following statement, labrum's slowly curling upward into an amused grin. The way this girl spoke, it was as if she were a narrator on a television show. Realizing that she blantly flaunted this expression on her face, she quickly cleared her facade of emotion, returning it to the previous solemn look. now she felt a need to introduce herself, in the same manner of course. Reese was in a mocking mood. "I'm Reese... retarded, ill mannered and probably high." Upper appendage was extended toward the other female in the formal gesutre of greeting, a pleasant smile adorning her pallid facial features. This new aquantince, who called herself Anna, seemed friendly and true enough. She also held a unique beauty, which Reese found intruging. It made her want to stay long enough to get to know this other lass.

Noticing that the dame had shuffled over, sole's paced across the emerald hued stalks, feminine frame bending as she lowered herself onto the decaying platform beside the girl. Upper extension's were brought upward, playing with the multi-coloured thatches which coated her cranium, making sure they were in perfect place. Once satified with the quick inspection, attention was returned to the harlot, searching for a reply to her second sentance. "And how could their death possibly be your fault?" The question was emitted in a disbelieveing manner, not seeing how this feminine could possible murder her own parents. And if she hadn't, then how else could their deaths possibly be her fault? It was beyond her why people blamed themselves for people's deaths, when really it had nothing to do with them.

Reese had been responsible for many people's deaths in her lifetime, and she felt no guilt or pity. It was the circle of life. You live then you die. Everyone has to go sometime. That's how she looked at it. Enamel's were placed upon the steel barring which ran through her lower labia, producing a faint clicking noise as she chewed upon it. She watched Anna silently, waiting for a reply. She contrasted beautifully with the eerie scenery which surrounded their two forms, the nigrescent cloth which she wore complimenting her feminine figure nicely. Of course Reese was a bisexual, wasn't everyone nowadays? Well, no, not everyone. Alot of people tormented her for it, but honestly, she didn't care. If people were going to be that shallow, they weren't worth anyone's time. They were a waste of air in her opinion.

ooc; muselesssss x.x

Multi-toned finger tip's ran across the coarse rock surface of the bench that the two were currently residing on, gaze falling back to the scenery as the other female poured her heart out. No, Reese felt no pity for this one. Pity was a useless emotion. Everyone had rough patches, but they all got over it. Even Reese herself, believe it or not. She appeared to be the happy-go-lucky type of girl, she sppeared like that nintey-nine percent of the time, but, even she had time's when she just wanted to go hide from all humanity and wallow in her pool of self-pity. And she did. But, that hadn't happened for a long time. She was better at controling her emotion's now. She barely never felt anything anymore. She'd become a stone, a mere object like this stone bench she sat on. No heart. A heartless bitch. That's what she was now. A sucker for one night stands and alcohol. She hadn't felt an emotion toward any other living thing in years.

Cranium was lowered then brought back upward in a slight nod at the miss' words, understanding her circumstances perfectly. Reese herself had been in the same place, gone through the same thing. Only she had gone through it a long time ago. Almost just after she was born. Reese had been abandoned shortly after her birth, just because of the mere fact she was a hybrid. "Listening to people often turns out bad, just follow your heart." That's what Reese had done, and it hadn't made her life any worse or better. So what the hell, might as well tell someone else the same thing, give them a vague glimmer of hope, right? Be optimistic. Yeah right, that was a load of bullshit. She fell silent once more as the other spoke, soft emerald coloured voids lingering upon her pallid facade.

Once the words 'thank you' were emitted from the dame a smile immeaditly found it's way upon Reese's facials. She hadn't heard anyone say that in a long time. "You're welcome." The reply was given in a sincere tone, pallid visage still decorated with the grin. Hearing her inquiry about her own life, facials were twisted into a faint frown, forehead becoming creased as her brow's furrowed. What could she tell the other femme about herself? She didn't have a very interesting life. Ah, she'd just tell her of her own rough upbringing. Facade was cleared of expression once more, oral muscle running across her labrum's before she spoke. "Well, as for myself," Vocal cords uttered the beginning of the sentance a bit unsurely, trying to think of how to continue. "I was abandoned when I was young, because of my blood." Enamel's were brought down upon her lower labia, still wondering how to finish the statement. "I'm a hybrid, half mortal and vampire." Okay, good so far. You've gotten your species out there now. "My mother was the vampire, my father the mortal... My mother hated me for the mixed blood, and wanted nothing to do with me. Shallow I know." Words were spoken with a hateful tone as she spoke about her mother, Reese had always hated her. "And my father... Well, he was scared shitless of me. But, I can imagine why. Him being a mortal and all." She trailed off, not knowing what else to say. She looked back up at Anna sheepishly, a small chuckle escaping her petite frame.

"But, that's not all that interesting now, is it?" Labio's were decorated with a foolish grin, wondering if that had taken the other girl's mind off her own troubles.

Once again she fell silent, the two rosen muscles still pulled upward in a grin. Once she thought about it, their lives were very similar. But hell, everyone had somewhat of a sad story in their history, did they not? Cranium was lowered then brought back upward in chain reaction at the miss' words. "Right you are." Reese was very much over her past, rarely did she even think of her history anymore. It was pointless to dwell on the past when there was so much ahead. Soft emerald gaze followed the lass' slender figure as it moved from the bench, one finely crafted brow rising upon her pallid facade. A small ripple ran through her spinal cord as the other's chilled touch was felt, but she made no attempt to fight back as she was pulled into a standing position as well. Alabaster and obsidian checkered van's were poised firmly against the ground, her palm's remaining limp in Anna's.

The small smile with was currently adorning her facial feature's was widened slightly at the offer of going out. Now of course Reese would accept that. Partying was her life. "Sounds good to me." Vocal cords accepted the offer with a chuckle, enamel's once again brought down upon the metallic ring which ran through her lower labia. She was glad she'd taken her mind off thing's, and even more glad that the favour had been returned. The only thing was, they were in the middle of a graveyard, where were they supposed to get a drink? Or anything for that matter? The bar was just down the street, and the strip bar in the opposite direction. Those were the only two places Reese could think of that sold alcoholic beverages. And she didn't think a strip bar would be the greatest place to go with a new aquantince; unless they were as messed in the head as she was.

Eh, it was easier to leave the answer to that question to Anna. "Where are we going?" The question was emitted in a light manner, as if implying that she didn't care where she chose. Emerald coloured occuli remained fixed upon the other female's, admiring her feminine features from a closer proximity this time.

ooc; geeh, absoutley zero muse. sorry x.x