Sweet Dance

[annamariejohnson]

Her head was tilted down, eyes fixed on her feet as her legs transitioned in a fixed walk. Upon her shoulder lay twirling a pretty little black and pink umbrella. A striped shirt covered her arms, that bent in a crook, allowing her fingers to curl and twist the metal in her hands.
It wasn't even raining yet, but like the news had said.
Slight Chance.

She smiled, twirling through the headstones, kissing one after another with a passing palm, and even stopping to read a few others.
'Beloved mother-Father.'
'Daughter'
'Son'

She turned, hearing a flicker of paws scraping soft grasses.
"Hello, cat!" She greeted her small kit with a warm hug, the cat meowing a graceful little cortled purr. His fur shook at her soft touch and she smirked.
"Nice day, hm?"

[porcilen]

Jem entered the cemetery, the mud squishing under his feet, his eyes flickering around, seeing ivy growing everywhere and moss engulfing the headstones. The grass grew tall, seeing no one ever cared for the old cemetery and just let it grow wild, but over all the grass was pritty and fit the somewhat foresty surroundings of the quiet, cold, cemetery. But Jem..wasn't alone mutch to his surprise. There was a girl, and a cat. Jem made his way over to her, trying not to trip and fall in the dewy wet grass, finnaly he approached her "The cat might be dangerous" he said sarcastically.

Jem stepped closer "So. No any one..buried here?" Like I said..Jem spoke his mind no matter how bad the question was.
Jem squinted at a head stone then looked around.

[annamariejohnson]

SHe looked up, her knees straigthening so she stood up. Her brown hair tickled her shoulders, her arms held her cat loosely.
"Well." She lifted a knee, a bare thigh exposed to the sun and the bitter cold, while the umbrella twirled still behind her.
"Milo wouldn't hurt a fly..."
She stared around now, taking note to his question, "No. I come here for...photographs. Sadness seems to capture more heart than happiness."
Well, what about him? He had to have a reason for being there.
"So why are you here? Did a close relative of yours pass? Or...is there a completely differant reason?"
Her green eyes were layered hard on him, a concerned and concentrated stare that no one could evade.

[porcilen]

Jem looked at her then the ground, thinking to himself. "I-I..well I really don't know why I come here. It's quiet..you know. And really pritty." he paused before continueing " and...writing and photographs" he said, pointing to the camera in his left hand. A small smile arose in his pale lips "I just have a friend that is buried here. But..that was last year" he squinted and shuddered at the thought. It was awful what happend...and he was so close to dying to. The only who lived..also. Jem always blamed what happend on himself.

"I'm so sorry, I'm Jem" he smiled.

[annamariejohnson]

"No one understands how nice it is out here." She turned and smiled, her pale lips stretching into a fine smile!
"I'm Anna Marie. I'm sure you've heard about me and my lesbian friends, or me and my spirits...Or me and my whore ways."
She blushed at the last. She could explain that though! She was ruthless when it came to fun and she was the type to do anything just to have that fun! You couldn't blame her atleast.
"Jem..." She mouthed it, said it, "It's so simple, yet very sweet."

[porcilen]

Jem looked at her, kind of embarassed "Uh. ok." He said blushing slightly and looked around nervously "So your.." he didn't want to say it, and he kind of felt mean for asking. He shoved his hands into his pockets "Not like..I don't like them or anything" he added quickly. Jem was anything but mean. People just thought that he thought he was better then every one else, just because he was quiet.

[annamariejohnson]

"I assure you they are mere rumors." She smiled and turned away, setting Milo down, who bounded away swiftly.
"If anyone knew me, they'd see me as quite the oppisite. I dance..." She added that last part quickly, to change the subject that she blindly began, "I love dancing."

[porcilen]

Jem grinnend "Dancing huh?" he said and blushed slightly, he was a bad dancer...but used to be the best dancer in his school...that was a ong time ago. Jem looked around and stepped a little closer to her, his jolted slightly.

[byronspencerparson]

"You never have to /know/ how to dance." She twirled in her socks, her hair spreading out, "It's just the feeling of doing it."

((I'd post more, but people are reading over my shoulder /and/ i'm at school...))

[porcilen]

(lol)

Jem smiled "Still.." He said, smirking slightly, she sounded like him when he was in seventh grade.

[annamariejohnson]

"Still?" She stopped, her foot digging into the earth at such a stop.
"YOu don't start a sentance unless you plan to finish it." She moved close to him, not too close to make him feel uncomfortable, but still close enough.
"Still-what?"

[porcilen]

She wasn't very close, but Jem still sort of felt uncomforetble "Uh..er" he hesitated, forgetting what he was going to say "I guess still..nothing" he smiled.

[annamariejohnson]

She grunted and relinquished a bit, stepping back and turning in a circle.
"Are you sure it's nothing?" She asked, tilting her head as she danced her ballarina dance, "Surely there is something on your mind. Now speak it."

[porcilen]

Jem smiled and shook his head "No. No, nothing's on my mind" he bit his lip and tried to think of a way to change the subject "So uh, why haven't I seen you around?"

[annamariejohnson]

"You don't give much thought to my questions." She whispered, stopping on her toes.
"I guess i'm a fox like that. One minute I dance, the next I slip away without anyone even knowing I'm gone!"
She let out a quirked giggle, a proud one.