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Post by wolf on Jul 16, 2008 7:12:36 GMT -5
It was a misty morning when Jason entered the cemetery, it was chilly and moist for the moment. He didn't know anybody buried there that he knew of yet, but he just watched the stones go by and the names just as so go. The ages varied so much that it began to hurt as the tombstones just got new and newer. He looked over and saw multiple new patches from the victims of the Starbucks explosion. Then more IS patient graves, he was reminded of a cold November morning when he and five other men carried in his friend into Memorial Park Cemetery in a black box then lowered him into the ground, his sixteen year old friend who died from an illness.... that there was an overpriced cure for!
Jason found a spot across from a tombstone that read 'King', naturally he had no idea who the people were but he just stared at the tomb stone. They had a five year old child died around 49 years ago, named Jack even. Jason didn't know who it was but felt bad for the parents that out lived the child. He felt selfish for being there and not knowing the man in the ground.... it was none of his business... but it was quiet there... so he sat and he thought.
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Post by necromancer on Jul 17, 2008 12:56:29 GMT -5
Graveyards always prompted philosophical introspection for Devin. They brought the very essence of his power into a tangible light. He was filled with questions, most of which could not be answered. For example, if he was able to bring the dead back to life, where were they while they were still deceased? Usually when he resurrected people, they claimed that they had no recollection of the time when they were dead and buried. It was like a deep sleep. Occassionally, there would be some person who claimed they had gone to heaven and seen God, but he suspected those people were lying. Devin was no fool. If such a fate were true, it would have happened to everyone, not just a select few.
Graveyards now presented a temptation for Devin. They used to be where he would advertise his resurrection business. He would approach mourners visiting graves and offer his services. Right now, he was merely here to think. He felt right at home at graveyards. Death was such a part of his life now that he could not see his world without it.
He noticed a person standing by a grave. He was near the same age as Devin. He wondered what he was thinking and whether the person whose grave he had been looking at had died recently.
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Post by wolf on Jul 18, 2008 18:04:59 GMT -5
A scent reached Jason's nose and he didn't turn at first, his guard was up but he didn't move. He didn't know who the person was and simply by his scent couldn't determine if it was a human or a mutant, a mourner or even the unlikely graverobber. He took in a deep breath of morning air. He should probably go and work on his car again, maybe he'd be able to to fix it up enough to take a long drive home and actually visit that graveyard. He'd have to avoid his parents though.... his father was probably still getting worse and probably would be dead by the end of the month.
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Post by necromancer on Jul 18, 2008 18:19:31 GMT -5
Curiosity got the best of Devin. He was always interested in the types of people who came to graveyards. No matter how many people he spoke to, he was constantly finding new little surprises. He decided to greet the young man.
"Hello there," he said. "Nice weather we're having." It was best to start off with small talk. People were usually put off with the heavy philosophical questions if they were posed right away. Devin could understand why. Most people were rather disturbed when they encountered a gaunt looking young man in a graveyard asking them questions about death.
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Post by wolf on Jul 18, 2008 18:57:00 GMT -5
"Uh Hey." Jason looked at the boy and stood up from his spot. "Yeah, it is pretty nice right now." He put his hands in his pockets. He wasn't quite sure what else to say, they were standing in a cemetery talking about the weather. He thought for a few seconds before speaking again, "name's Jason, may I ask what yours?"
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Post by necromancer on Jul 19, 2008 17:46:59 GMT -5
"Devin Jacobs, but you can call me Necromancer if you want," he said. He didn't really use the nickname as much as some mutants. He found it rather impersonal. However, he liked people to know it so that they recognized his power.
"So very sad," he began. He knew very well how to deal with people in graveyards. Though he had few social skills, his powers of manipulation in cemetaries were well developed from years of practice. "Life's just not fair. You must be a strong person to deal with tragedy."
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Post by wolf on Jul 19, 2008 21:23:01 GMT -5
Jason put his hands in his pocket and shrugged. "I'm not a mourner." He said "I'm just trying to clear my head, it's just quiet here."
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Post by necromancer on Jul 20, 2008 14:48:14 GMT -5
He hadn't anticipated this. Most people didn't come to graveyards just to clear their minds. Cemetaries weren't exactly known as a great hangout place. However, that wasn't a big deal. He decided to relax and just go with the conversation. There wasn't really much he get out of this guy anyway. He wasn't going to restart his resurrection business, as much as the allure of a cemetary taunted him to do so.
"I suppose we have this in common," he replied. "Graveyards are such curious places."
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Post by wolf on Jul 21, 2008 3:40:17 GMT -5
"Yeah." Jason nodded, "most of the time it's where we bid someone goodbye before shoving them in the ground." Jason blew his bangs away from his face. "Yet most of the time we make the marker look interesting." He pointed to one that had multiple family photos on it, it was a newer one, dated about a year before the current date
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Post by necromancer on Jul 21, 2008 15:03:15 GMT -5
"Alas, poor Yorick," he said, quoting Hamlet. It was a pity he didn't have a skull with him. It would have suited him quite nicely. "That is a lovely setup you have there. Excellent indeed. It is more than I would hope to have when I kick the bucket. When I die, I will probably have no more a cardboard sign saying 'Devin Clay Jacobs' with an arrow pointing downwards. Or perhaps I'll just be thrown into a river to save funeral expenses. And it will all be just because of the almighty dollar. Honestly, people are completely imbeciles. Their eyes are in their wallets, and their brains, if they have any, are busy watching reality shows."
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Post by wolf on Jul 23, 2008 17:21:40 GMT -5
Jason listened to Devin talk about his own tombstone. Jason only escaped to his own mind for a second, he hadn't even considered what would happen to him when he died. It was possible that he would be just like the other boy's example. Thrown in the ground with a cardboard sign or just tossed in a river, he knew he wasn't invincible but it wasn't something normally anyone really thought about death.
"I guess I'd be in the same boat." Jason finally said, "My dad's brain is almost gone and my mom probably will do something stupid with the money he leaves behind. I haven't worried about money yet." Jason sighed, it really was about the size of someone's pocket and the celebrities they knew. He knew a doctor, if that meant anything to anyone besides those who'd gone into surgery. Then again, he also had been spit on due to a death that his father wasn't able to prevent. "My brother's broke and at the moment, I have no interest in running out and starting a family or becoming famous for something trivial. " Jason sighed, he'd probably would be stuck in the ground and never thought of again by anyone since he was the youngest and by far the healthiest. He doubted he'd have anymore family then he had now.
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Post by necromancer on Jul 24, 2008 14:16:28 GMT -5
"It's always about money in the end, isn't it?" he said. "You don't even need to pay anyone for them to respect you. It's all about how much you have in your pocket. If you've got nothing, then they might as well throw you in a ditch." He was disgusted by the shallow nature of humanity. All his life, he had struggled with poverty. It was only when he had made massive amounts of money resurrecting people that he had gained any respect at all. But it was all false, all of it. He recognized it.
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Post by wolf on Jul 27, 2008 12:51:03 GMT -5
"Money makes horrible people....." Jason commented. "I went to private school, I know all the types. I was pretty well off myself. Dad made good money so mom didn't have to work and he could send me to a high class school. The people there were well, bastards, but people would kiss their lazy asses for a small tip or even do their home work for a small fee." Jason put his hand back in his pockets. "Granted there were a few people that had some decency in them, there weren't many." Jason sighed. "all my friends went to public school."
"There was a bit of genuine respect that I had, but then again, it was all childish. When you're little you don't worry about money or anything you're practically invincible and everyone is your best friend and you try to treat people as well as you can. Then you grow up and money=power, power=respect. Everyone wants it. Cept a few, but they're rare. Only reason my brother's broke is because he made a deal with the school he works for that as long as he worked there, they'd fed and house him then they wouldn't have to pay him. Jack's a freak though."
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Post by necromancer on Jul 30, 2008 13:07:19 GMT -5
"So now you don't go to this private school anymore? You lost the money and now you have to go to a public school like everyone else?" he said. Secretly, he was jealous of Jason. Though he wouldn't have liked to be surrounded by rich snobs, he would have like to opportunity to have a better education. Right now, it didn't look like he was going anywhere. After he graduated from Xavier's school, he was probably going to get some horrible blue collar job and be stuck with it for the rest of his natural life. He didn't have any money for college, and his grades weren't good enough to allow for scholarship. In addition, graduating from a mutant school probably didn't impress any university.
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Post by wolf on Aug 3, 2008 23:53:29 GMT -5
"No, I graduated before my dad lost his mind. Then ran away from home and decided to go to the school my brother teaches at, for uh special people." He hated saying that deep down, but he didn't quite know Devin and saying that his brother worked at the school for mutants, not the brightest idea he could muster out of his head, he hated the sound special people. It made them all sound retarded.
"Wish I went to public school, less snobs, more normal." Jason said, he always just wanted to be normal. His normal, his mutanty normal, just to be like normal kids for a little while, he'd grown too use to the powers he had. If he tried to get the cure, he'd probably freak out when he could see reds and green. If he suddenly couldn't smell the things he use to be able to smell, this was normal for him, and it would remain that way.
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