Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2011 22:30:33 GMT -6
[/b]SIN
as long as you believe,
that i'm good enough to lie,
The cloud was a mass of grey. The sun wasn't even visible, and the constant rumbling from the heavens hinted heavily at the storm that was no doubt brewing. Most people chose to be indoors at this time, for the air was heavy with the promise of rain. A lone figure paced the streets, running across roads and leaping over fences recklessly now that there was no one to yell and stop him. Him, an interesting pronoun because, especially today, the boy in question looked exceedingly feminine.
The small boy made his way across town, completely undisturbed and unobserved. His pace gradually slowed to a walk and he walked down the street with his hands tucked into the pockets of his shirt (which, being long enough to be considered a dress, added to the overall femininity of his wardrobe). Unlike most teens his age, he was completely alone. That was, for the moment, how he preferred it. Sometimes he felt the urge to surround himself with those that called him friend, but today was a day when the mindless chatter of others was only grating and annoying.
One might wonder what Sin was doing in the graveyard. He had never lost anyone close to him; he had never gotten close enough to anyone for their death to mean much of anything to him. So he really didn't visit the graveyard to reminisce, or to talk to gravestones, which was a perfectly pointless practice. He did find, though, that it was easier to find peace and quiet in a graveyard than even in a library.
As soon as Sin stepped into the graveyard, however, the rain decided at that moment to fall down, in sheets so heavy that it actually knocked the small boy over. Cursing soundly and in multiple languages under his breath, the boy covered his head with his arms and ran until he saw something that looked remotely large enough to give him some shelter. Of course, it was a grave, but who were the dead to care? He was sure they wouldn't mind sharing their home with him, at least until the storm passed. "I hate the rain..." he murmured, sitting with his back pressed against the stone. He hugged his head and curled up to protect himself from the rain, which was now coming down in semi-painful waves.
Sin looked up. Had he heard something just now? Was someone there? He looked around slowly, wondering cruelly what kind of pathetic moron (present company excluded) wandered a graveyard alone in the rain.
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