The World's So Filthy Anyways

[Robin Rath]

Robin bound happily out to the cemetary, remembering all of the wonderful times she had here, all the times she had just curled up atop a mausoleum, listening to the cold stone's stories of it's experiences, dozing off under the moon only to awaken to some loud person or the blazing, screaming sun burning her ear. She licked her lips, smiling to the grave stones. Everyone was afraid of the cemetary, wary of the carved marble statues, crossing themselves upon entering hollowed ground, but Robin loved it. She was meant to be here, next to her kindred spirits anyway, it shouldn't matter if she was here - she was respectful, but comfortable.

Robin blinked as she came upon her mausoleum, brushing her hands over the cracked corners, frowning. "Mother Sound, what have they done to you, you're withering away in the cold," she sang gently, frowning all the while, weaving about the rectangular building errected in the memory of another - she would sing to them. "Mother Sound, look what the world's done to you, they took your soul.. Whole.. I.. have done this for the sound, have done this for the sake of you.." She climbed up atop of it. "

"The sake of me, and you - you mark my freakin' words.." Robin sighed, stopping mid-song, staring into the moon hard, it reflecting in her souless, cool blue eyes, delving, diving for something alive, something deeper than eternality. Robin squeezed her eyes shut, her knees helf close to her chest. "I.. have done this for the sound, have done this for the sake of you, the sake of me.. And you, you mark my freakin' words, we're the ones supposed to be, we're here to rock the rubble.." Robin's chin was on her arm, she humming the tune softly now.[/size]

[ashley]

Okay, so maybe the cemetery wasn't exactly the place Ashley Rand wanted to find himself right now....guess he should have paid more attention during the whole guided tour thing his first few years....oh well, no sense in worrying about it now. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and white dress shirt, the top button undone and a black long coat over top. He was dressed a bit elaborately, more so than he usually dressed, but he was still comfortable. He had just left the company of Natalie, more than likely the reason for his attire (seeing as how miss Bane was a stickler for a dress code) and now he needed some time to himself, to sort out their little meeting and the things they had discussed.

His arms hanging loosely at his side, Ashley weaved in and out of the tombstones, glancing to read a name here and there, but not recognizing any of them....not that he really cared. The night air was a bit....brisk and so in an attempt to stay somewhat warm, Ashley slid his hands into the pockets of his coat and pulled the garment around him. He relaxed a bit more as he felt the familiar feel of his wand where it lay hidden inside his coat pocket, wrapping his fingers around the slick wood in some cautionary manner.

As he walked, the faint sound of a voice drifted to his cold and numb ears, catching his attention and pulling him toward some unknown destination. Ashley may have been cautious, but he wasn't a coward, so seeking out the source of this soft lyrical voice wasn't too hard to talk himself into, after all, he was decent with a wand and he had a feeling that if anything happened to him right now, that Natalie would see to it that she was duel compensated for her loss of property.

The dead grass underneath his feet gave way to his superior weight, crunching as he walked, alerting anyone or anything with sensitive hearing of his presence, but that was something that really couldn't be helped. He strained his eyes against the encroaching darkness, trying to see far enough ahead of himself to give him a heads up of sorts, allowing himself to see his prey before he became prey himself. As he neared a particularly large mausoleum, he could make out the faint outline of a feminine body but nothing more. Naturally intrigued and taking advantage of the lack of conversation, Ashley took a chance, and spoke first, "Strange place to drown inside your own thoughts....."

[Robin Rath]

The wind picked up some, carrying a scent acrost the field of the dead to Robin's vampiric nose, her cloudless sky eyes opening as it registered in her head. Human, male. By the sound of his step as he grew ever closer, not minding to trample over the dead grass and the dead themselves, he was a young, sure-minded thing. He probably went to school here - well, of course he did, why would he be here if he didn't? Robin smiled to herself, letting her eyes close once more. Let him come.

The acuteness of her hearing made every step seem like the crinkling of the grass beneath his shoes was the screaming of it, shrinking from his commanding feet like useless peons under a wrathful deity. Robin's light brows furrowed some in the center as she tried to think of other things rather than the pained, frantic shouting of the undead grass. The wind pushed through her sunny hair, tossing it into the air a bit, smattering sunshine against the dark sky - it wasn't the sun's turn to shine yet, and you could see the moon glare.

Robin took a slow breath, allowing the cool of the night to rejuvenate her half-dead lungs, savoring the cold feeling, though she was always cold. She opened her eyes again, the ensuing massacre so close, she could smell the man's cologne. Robin licked her lower lip lightly as it soon came to a stop next to her mausoleum - he must have heard her singing. She didn't think anyone would, except for those already underground, though she didn't expect anyone to come along either. She didn't move - maybe he'd think it came from the wind or the spirits and high-tail it out of the cemetary? She smiled at that.

Though soon enough, his deeper male tone rang out, assuring her that he was above puberty and quite settled where ever he was. Robin's pale lips pulled into a further smile, she shifting her position slightly to peek over the side at him. Since he was looking up - and she could see rather well in the dark - she could see every feature wrought in his face under the moon's icy glare. She tilt her head a bit, aware that her own face was cloaked in shadow, her blonde hair a cascading halo of light.

"Strange place to hunt down a lady drowning her thoughts," Robin retorted gently, though you could hear the jesting smile in her voice. To get down, to keep her high place, to get down.. Maybe in a moment. "Assuming that you have a deeper reason than stalking me - for I believe I may have only seen you once before - may I ask why you've come out..? You're dressed pretty nicely, but it's terribly late to be paying your respects. Not to mention, the way you stomp about, you don't seem to care much about this place." Robin let out a cool breath, pulling her head up, now a profile in the moonlight as she looked towards the sky. "Too bad.. They've lived your life and perhaps harder ones, I think they need our respect."[/size]

[ashley]

Ashley stopped just short of the mausoleum, his hands still tucked safely away inside of his coat pockets, his wand resting in his right hand, his fingers loosely around handle. Yes Ashley had a bit of a personal touch added to his wand, after all, a young man such as himself with a passion for dueling and quite the aptitude for it deserved to have a more....distinguishable wand from everyone else. He wouldn't draw his wand unless absolutely necessary, unlike some others he happened to know around the school, for Ashley only drew his wand when he knew the time was right and when his own victory was surly assured, after all, there wasn't any sense in showing off his skills if he was going to lose the duel, so why let his opponent know just all he was capable of right off from the start? No, Ashley preferred to let his quick wit and silver tongue guide him out of harms way, sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, that was just a chance that he had to take.

Robin looked vaguely familiar to Ashley, but then again so did everyone when you started second guessing yourself as to if you had really seen them before or not. She had a few features that seemed unforgettable, like her hair and her eyes, but what disturbed him the most was the calm demeanor on her face, like she was half dead or something. Her eyes seemed so lifeless and cold, like her heart no longer beat any emotion into her body whatsoever....strange I know...but still, there was something about her that Ashley really didn't care for and something that made him uneasy. Being around Natalie for so many years had taken the fear out of almost anyone else, but Robin, the feeling he had around her was different. Ashley wasn't necessarily afraid....just...'uneasy' I guess you could say.

Licking his dry lips, Ashley took a slow breath, readying himself for this strange conversation he had jumped into. "Call me crazy but someone who's lying on another dead persons house shouldn't be lecturing others about respect for the dead," he said with a half shrug and smile, doing his best to make out the features of the girl in the fading moonlight, "but then again, that's just me," he added with a very short and forced laugh, almost as if he was nervous in some way.

[Selli Riggs]

Yes the moon was shining, and the night was calm for these two students, but little did they know, they were not alone on this night. Selli hadn't known either until she heard the two chatting away oh-so merrily. It was odd how so many students in one castle often found each other in the same spot in the middle of the night. You would think there would be more places to wander, and Selli for one was shocked and a little bit impressed that the two students she had spotted came to the cemetery. Many people could be uneasy with the fact that there are spirits among them, and the most usually linger around their graves.

Selli did have a good understanding of spirits, after all there was one inside of her. But it came out in a very bright manner, and she could control it...most of the time. The point was, anyways...that she could feel the spirits, and she knew they were everywhere, and they only helped to feed her flame. So she came to the cemetery often to connect with other things. It was so interesting how when they were alive Selli probably wouldn't take a second glance at any of those people, but I guess everyone was more interesting when they were dead.

Her studies of the walking ghosts were interupted though as she had been watching Ashley and Robin for quite some time now. Robin intruiged her the most, the vampires were growing and growing by day it seemed, it was no wonder she was here, but there was no reason for the boy to be. He did look timid and frightened though, and very out of place. But then again, one might think Selli was out of place because she was in a dark cemetary yet, she had a bright glow about her. It seemed she just lighted up the place, and it probably gave people the wrong impression of her, but that just benifited her more.

Selli walked up to the two, her eyes looking full of excitement, and her facial expression looking full of superiority. Perhaps she was judging those two a little too quickly, but that's what Selli Riggs was best at. "If you ask me" She said loudly after clearing her voice, "The boy is right, someone who is half-dead is merely taunting the real spirits." She said posing her thoughts toward Robin, because she really never was fond of vampires in the first place.

[Robin Rath]

Robin smiled some at the boy's words - oh, he was naiive. She had all sorts of reasons to be here, perhaps, but at the same time, you'd think she'd be spooked to be here. Robin had cheated death, and had been paying for it for maybe a hundred years now, and yet she frequently took a little personal time in graveyards, mingling with the spirits who sometimes personified their envy and thoughts of injustice physically - pulling her hair, tripping her, ripping her clothes. Robin was used to it, and wasn't really spooked anymore. They deserved whatever kind of revenge they could get, and she would take it from them.

Since Robin had entered the cemetary that night, she had had a feeling - to be more specific, as if something with a false glow was drawing the spirits rather than allowing them to wander. She hadn't bothered to investigate, she didn't feel a need to. If it grew stronger, she would see what was going on, but otherwise she kept to herself. She pulled herself up as the powerful thing approached, half expecting to see a specter of some sort, but was confronted by a girl. A mere girl. Minus the odd aura eminating from her pores. Robin squinted some, feeling as though the girl had swallowed the sun. Robin squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, looking to her again, trying to adjust her eyes.

Robin watched the girl's mouth as she spoke, taking in her face, the sureness in her eyes, the stability in her stance - she wasn't about to bend to any sort of thing. She must absorb spirits, be their keeper, their helper, their sovereign, their light - Robin's look remained stoic, perhaps even slightly amused. In a moment she was on the ground - shorter than the other two, yes, but on a different sort of level. She glanced over Ashley then, finding his hand crammed in his pocket - probably locked about his wand. He was scared. Robin bit back a smirk.

Sunny hair drenched her shoulders, her wand in the back pocket of her black knee-length shorts - a precaution. She didn't like fighting so much, so she usually just used her vampiric speed to jetison herself from the situation, but it such a problem arose in which she couldn't escape, well, she had a back up plan. Her zip-up hoodie - black, of course - hung slightly unzipped, pulled to the side some, exposing more of one milky shoulder than the other, as well as her neck. She wore rather tight-fitting sneakers, her fashion aimed towards comfort and practicality rather than a differentiation of class and standards.

Robin was sure she had seen Selli before. She had been here for a while, Robin had, and if people were in her house, she usually saw them atleast once or twice. Robin chewed her lower lip, looking into Selli's bright face hard, trying to remember exactly when, but she couldn't pull up the scene in her head. She let out a breath she didn't know she had taken, glancing to Ashley again with too-bright eyes. It was as if they were glowing, for she was standing in the shadows of the mausoleum, liking the bit of darkness she could find, hoping it would sooth her eyes from looking into Selli's aura.

"Perhaps I am," Robin said finally, her secret revealed - Selli must have heard about her before. Probably from the spirits themselves. "I may seem like I'm just taunting them, but if they feel the need to manifest and take out their hardships on me, then so be it. I won't stop them. Though quite honestly eternal life isn't all it's cracked up to be." Robin set her jaw for a moment, wondering if either would oppose that statement. She had seen plenty, experienced much, but everything was stunted. Even eternity had boundaries.[/size]

[ashley]

Ashley turned his head sharply, not quickly mind you, but quick enough to give himself time to take in the to other unexpected visitor this evening. The girl looked...well...strange to say the least, but growing up as a wizard you get used to seeing things like this. Vampires and werewolves, spirits, mediums, all that supernatural stuff that muggles wrote off as fiction was in fact very real and part of the everyday lives of wizards and witches, much as getting up and going to work was to muggles. However, no matter how normal this sort of behavior might have been for Hogwarts, Ashley still stepped two steps sideways, giving himself plenty of room to fight.....or run...whichever he deemed the most beneficial (and knowing Ashley it would be run, after all, he was the only one he had to save and running was so much easier than dueling).

The two girls talked about spirits and vengeance and all that stuff that really paranoid Ashley, after all, how does one stop a vengeful spirit from attacking you? That was a question that Ashley didn't want a real answer to for finding that answer might actually require finding a pissed off spirit first, and trust me, that wasn't about to happen as far as mister Rand was concerned. "Well ladies, while you both might find angry spirits entertaining, I don't, so why don't we try to refrain from pissing any of them off tonight? Sound good?," he asked with a rather smart tone and a sarcastic look on his face, not really many anything by either, it was just classic Ashley Rand.

The eternal life bit set in Ashley's mind for a moment, being kicked around and weighed carefully. Sure living forever had its advantages but in the end, wouldn't it just get really boring? Wait a minute....did she say living forever? "Eternal life?," Ashley asked quickly, not caring if he was interrupting anyone or stepping outside his turn to speak, "Sorry, a bit slow on my end right now, but do me a favor and clear that up for me. Eternal life for who....them...," he said glancing over his shoulder at some of the spirits who wandered about the graveyard, "or for you?," he finished looking slowly back to Robin, his mind already working into a frenzied overtime. Ashley had no idea of what Robin was, but slowly, piece by piece it was coming to him....and how he hoped he wasn't right.