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Post by Harper on Feb 27, 2010 16:28:14 GMT -5
Harper was in the graveyard. He didn't exactly know why. He was an orphan. So what if he knew who his parents were and where they were buried, since Sister Johnson took him to their graves every Sunday from the time he was five to when she was forced to retire. Of course, by that time he was of age and joined the army.
He was a three week leave and he didn't know what was drawing him to the cemetary, but he found himself in front of his parent's grave. He didnt' mourn them. He didn't mourn what he never knew. But he was there and for a second, he felt sorry. Sorry for what he never got. But also glad. He loved the life he had gotten with his "little sister" Sonja and Sister Johnson, who was like his mother. So what if it was the basement of the church in an underfunded orphanage? It was still a fun life.
He heard someone behind him, so he thought he should turn around. Normally people here were actually grieving and not just doing this out of respect and a "what the hell" mood.
"Hello." He said.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 14:16:02 GMT -5
Saffron was walking through the grave yard taking the most round about route she could to her parents grave. She was still decideing if she should go, tell them she and her grandparents were talking again, maybe that she had met a witch. Saffron wanted to tell them but something didn't want her to.
She was wrapped up in her thoughts and walked past someone she didn't notice till he said, "Hello." She turned and faced him, her head still slightly ulp in the clouds. "Hello, cherie." she said
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 14:35:16 GMT -5
"Hi." He said, again. "Who are you here for?"
He supposed probably her parents. Most people their age in a graveyard were either there for parents, lost lovers, or other family. And she had a sad face, but also with hope and happiness in it. Rather confusing, but usual nowadays.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 14:44:52 GMT -5
Saffron gave him a half hearted smile. "My parents, I think, I'm not really sure at the moment." she said. Ron shooke her self, "Who are you here for? Your parents?"
The man looked military. A solider returning from home? He didn't look injured, so probably on leave. He also didn't look grieving. Orphaned young? She would ask him, if he didn't awnser for himself.
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 14:56:28 GMT -5
"Parents. Whole family basically. They're all buried from here." He said, pointing down at the ground. "To there."
He pointed far away.
"That's about three generations or so of my family." He said. "Do you have anyone else besides your parents you would be visiting? Or do you just wander graveyards randomly?"
The last part was said teasingly. That was just Harper's way.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 15:10:59 GMT -5
Saffron looked at the long row of graves he had pointed to. "That is a lot of relatives." Ron said.
She smiled. "No, I don't tend to. There are a few fallen soldier's graves I visit, but other than that. I would be wandering around a grave yard."
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 15:15:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, my family is rather large and all that other stuff. Or was. I'm the last one left." He said. "Can't say I'm too upset about that fact. Orphaned young. What's your story?"
He smiled a bit at her "I would be wandering around randomly in a graveyard."
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 15:36:10 GMT -5
Saffron nodded. "Natural or War related?" Ron asked. "My parents were at the first battle, they fought, they died. My aunt took me in."
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 15:55:15 GMT -5
"Well, I believe I had an uncle or two that died in the last war. The rest died naturally." He said. "I went to an orphanage. And I lived there most of my life, until I was old enough to leave. Never knew my parents, never missed them."
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 16:09:37 GMT -5
Saffron nodded. "I have fleeting memories. I had replacements for my family though." Saffron said. "If they died naturally, was it disease, or something similar?"
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 16:16:18 GMT -5
"I dunno. Too young to remember." He said. "Probably disease. I was three when they died. All my memories of them are these two headstones. And they are pretty sucky headstones at that. I should probably find who made them and complain, since they are cracking and it's only been eighteen years."
He nodded.
"I'm sorry about your family." He said.
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 16:28:54 GMT -5
Saffron did the math in her head, 21.
She smiled. "You should, but it isn't the person who made the stone's fault, There have been a lot of kids around here that have been messing with the grave stones." She said. "It isn't your fault, cherie. You are a soldier, right?"
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 16:39:42 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Hmmm..Is it that obvious?" He asked. "I'm on leave. Visiting my "little sister" after this."
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Post by Saffron on Feb 28, 2010 17:07:26 GMT -5
"Only slightly, but I have a friend that is a soldier. I wouldn't call you similar, you unlike diable, are nice." Ron said, muttering diable. "Little sister? Orphan as well?"
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Post by Harper on Feb 28, 2010 17:14:41 GMT -5
"She's not my biological sister, but yes. We're both orphaned. Her name is Sonja. Sonja Amber." He said. "Thanks. I try."
He gave her a smile.
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