alive amoung the dead|fagin&'donna INACTIVE

[belladonna]

Standing before the marble gravestone, the girl raised her gaze on the changing beauties of the evening sky, an inner glow deepening and warming with the colours of the heavens and their glassy waters. In one hand, a cassette player. Enduring herself into such a manner wholly faithful, she stooped and lay a hand lovingly on a curve of marble.

'It's a nice night, Agnes.'

Her crimson lips smiled partly, dropping and sitting down at her sister's grave. She leant her back against the stone, setting the player down at her side then dropping her hands onto her lap. A silence became across the yard, until Belladonna pressed down onto the play button. The music, a last symphony of Mozart, with the quiet caressing tones of the orchestra, floated through the silence and stole into Belladonna's soul, lulling it sweetly. Gazing back up into the sky and lightly stroking the stone with the back of her white hand, she felt herself drawn ever farther into a confused whirl of dimmed lights, tones and colours.

Her impulsive and sensuous nature, struggling hitherto with the drab commonplace of everyday events and people, was truly calmed. Peace, and the company of akin. It was almost as she had visioned it; full of content, music, and overpowering emotions, breaking with the force of thunderbolts. Mozart's symphony took the girl in soft, intoxicating arms, enveloping her with charm and lured and rocked her on the waves of inner contentment. Holding her in an ecstatic lethargy, her body sagged more and more against the gravestone, and eventually, she was asleep.

'Mozart - Lacrimosa', the song of the dead.

[fagin]

Mister Fagin Esquire was out of his shop. To those who knew him, it would seem like a miracle had occurred. He only ever left the shop to buy groceries and gin, and even then those occasions were rare; the older man had a way of making a tin of beans last a week.

But tonight he hadn't left the shop to stock up on tea bags and alcohol. He had left for an entirely different and all the more spiritual purpose, not that Fagin was really a religious person. He had been brought up quite religiously by his parents but his beliefs had really fallen by the wayside of late, particularly since he'd taken up pickpocketing, buying and selling stolen goods, and all his other questionable activities. One's faith didn't seem to play a part there.

No, tonight Fagin had decided it was high time he visited the cemetery again, to visit the graves of his deceased relatives; Elijah, Olesya and Ezra. He hadn't visited them for nigh on three months now.

The graveyard was quite dark and suitably eerie, and Fagin found he felt slightly afraid despite himself. This feeling of fear wasn't helped by the sudden strains of music the old fence heard not too far away; melancholy and frightening, at least in his opinion. He intended to ignore it and continue on with his purpose in mind, but curiosity got the better of him. Looking over his shoulder, as if to assure himself he wasn't being watched, Fagin followed the sound of the orchestra further into the graveyard.

The sight that met his eyes when he at last located the source of the music was a strange one indeed. A young woman lay sleeping against a marble headstone, a small tape player at her side. Fagin raised an eyebrow, curious as to who this girl was. Was she homeless, taking shelter in the graveyard? Were cemeteries her preferred hang out? Or was she, as he was, visiting the grave of a loved one?

Getting as close as he dared, Fagin squinted at the headstone, trying to make out the words. Whoever this Agnes was, she certainly seemed to have been well off if she had a marble grave. Hmm.

Fagin returned his attention to the young woman and her tape player. He wondered whether or not he should wake her up; had she intended to fall asleep or was that quite by chance? At any rate, Fagin wanted to music to stop. Without thinking how doing so might affect the slumbering young lady, Fagin leant down and pressed the stop button. The dead were meant to rest in peace after all.

[belladonna]

The notes, and voices of unearthlyn rapture - a rapture above all melancholy and beyond all mirth, she had remotely heard came to an abrupt end. Her face clouded in an instant, as if startled by the sudden silence. Changes subtley came over her countenance, from the girl's sleeping lull - ever so sedate, to confused murmurs and a clouding of the brow. She awoke, and within seconds was uneasy. Her eyes followed up the figure of her awkening, gleaming in injured amazement.

Glancing anxiously over him, she thought he might have been some sort of vagabond. Much older than she, broad-shouldered, of medium height, dark and in the shadow of a tall tomb, all too eerie. Belladonna shrank back against the headstone, like she were protecting her sister moreover than herself. She promptly threw the frightened look off her face and, when her eyes came to his, and under her voice, with a deeper seriousness of brow.

'What do you want?' The girl asked, almost tamely placid.

[fagin]

As soon as he turned the tape player off, Fagin got the impression he really shouldn't have done. The figure stirred and seemed to wake up; her expression changed from confused, to anxious, to frightened then at last to serious in the blink of an eye. Fagin felt bad; he really should have just let the tape play, but there was no going back now.

'What do you want?'

Excellent question, Fagin thought. Just the question he would have asked in this situation. Now...how to reply to that? All he'd really wanted was for the music to stop, it had been scaring him. But was he really about to admit that to this young woman?

"I...er..." Great start. "Um...I'm very sorry to have disturbed you, miss...I'm afraid...the music...it...erm...if you must know it scared me a bit... I wanted it to stop but I didn't want to wake you up..."

He bit his lip having said this, looking more afraid than the woman before him had, and she had more right to.

"Sorry..."

[hamlet]

[Hey guys, I was just wondering if this will be continued. If not, you guys know how to move it ]

[RICHARD PLANTAGENET]

ooc: Personally I wouldn't mind continuing, since I feel I've been neglecting Fagin and Tichy is epic to roleplay with. But since we haven't posted in awhilemaybe we should just leave it...thoughts, Your Tichyness?