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paradisalost2010-11-02 07:05 pm
embattles.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2010-11-02 07:05 pm
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[The cemetery, now that it's nearing the end of the festivities, looks a little different. Decorative throw pillows, if you didn't leave any customary ones for your dearly departed, have been provided for all of the graves, sitting neatly near the flowers and other decorations and offerings. A table has been placed next to the entrance, an imitation of the more personal shrines, should people wish to make any more grand gestures before the evening is through.
The cemetery itself, in a blank spot has a large spread out picnic blanket and a battery run boom box, playing slightly uplifting music to fill up the background, a few baskets are next to it, for people to enjoy food and drink and dancing for a few hours, before the dead are compelled to come sit on their graves]
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The cemetery itself, in a blank spot has a large spread out picnic blanket and a battery run boom box, playing slightly uplifting music to fill up the background, a few baskets are next to it, for people to enjoy food and drink and dancing for a few hours, before the dead are compelled to come sit on their graves]
[[ooc: forward dated to midnight. pretty much a mass post for people to use to speak to their friends, celebrate with others. A special performance will close out the night, and thread jacking is encouraged! Edit the tags to include your character, as you tag into the post ♥]
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[Amy doesn't quite know how to articulate her opinion on the subject, either--intellectually she knows and accepts (except not really accepts) that he's going to die in her future, but as far as she's concerned, the human-shaped model of living plastic with its arms currently around her is alive, and that counts for something]
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I'm Rory, the physical impossibility.
[it's even harder for him to accept, because even though he knows he's plastic he--feels alive, in most of the ways that count. As long as he keeps up the simulated breathing and heartbeat, he can almost forget he's not alive. But the longer he stays in Paradisa, the more it almost begins to feel like whatever happens at home doesn't matter. Because they're here, making this life, and it's sort of useless agonizing over what happens at home when they have no hope of influencing or changing it.
After a pause, he kisses her temple]
But I'm not dead here.
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[she leans into him a little more firmly in lieu of a hug. He feels alive next to her, with his warm plastic skin and his simulated breathing and heartbeat, but she knows that even if he weren't keeping up human appearances, she would still be just as comfortable sitting next him as she is right now]
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They sit there in companionable silence for a few minutes more before Rory gently squeezes the arm about her shoulder and turn his face toward hers, saying lightly]
Are you about done here? Because I think I am.
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[she looks back at him with a teasing smile]
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Yep, that's it.
[he gets to his feet, brushing dirt and leaves from his jeans and wincing as he tugs at the seat of them, then holds out a hand to help her up]
Plus there was a rock digging into my arse ... it's a bit distracting.
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You should have said, stupid... there's pillows everywhere.
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It wouldn't have helped much ... just made a lumpy pillow.
[takes a deep breath and lets it out, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and looking around them]
So what now?
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I bloody well hope so.
[because he's a bit tired of looking like a voodoo freak show and doing a double-take every time he sees his own reflection. After a beat he bites his lip and shrugs a little]
Sounds good to me. I don't think there's much left out here to do anyway.