strolling with the dead -Open

[georgetteblanche]

[/center]Each year was different, each had their ups and their downs, but Gigi was beginning to find that they were all rather lonely as her friends seemed to be always doing something else. Though she didn't let anyone else know, it was effecting her more than anything else. Loneliness was a terrible curse she seemed to bare without any way out. There was little doubt in the why she was lonely, but she also simply couldn't change just to gain some fake friends. If they could not accept who she was, than they didn't deserve to be around her in the first place. It wasn't her job, nor theirs, to change who Gigi was and what she liked to do. But even with these thoughts, she was wondering why she was the way she was, what made her different. The dorm room was far too crowded for her, even if there wasn't really anyone around. So instead, she had left the safety of the dorm housing and went out into the crisp and cool night air. Dark locks dangled beneath her black fedora that rested upon her head, covering her softly tanned features in its shadow. Black high top boots slapped against the pavement below her fair figure. The legs of her tan jeans swayed with the swift velocity she choose for her stroll on this night. Above the painting of night darkened the sky, the clouds not letting any twinkling light flicker through their density, leaving only the street lights to light the path. That didn't seem to matter to Gigi though as she stuffed her gloved hands into her coat pockets. Brown eyes stared down at her feet as each boot stomped upon the sidewalk, her mind wandering away as she moved aimlessly through the city. Everything seemed so minuscule as her stroll began to calm her rapid thoughts, her lonely intentions. A deep breath overtook her lungs as she let the cold night air fill them quickly. Shiver came across her as the exhale flushed out her insecurities, leaving her rather empty in the end. Lifting her eyes, she stared at the surrounding area, knowing where she was at simply seeing the dark building figures that surrounded her. An idea popped into her head as she smiled to herself and took the first left that she could, now having a destination in mind.

There didn't seem to be very many people outside on this night, but those that were, were not alone as their friends, boyfriends, or girlfriends hung close beside them. Gigi couldn't help but watch them as they passed her by, speaking in hushed tones with each other, smiling all the while. Something inside Gigi hated their very actions, their lovey dovey feel and how they held their hands so tenderly in each other. Some part of her simply wanted to bash their faces in and laugh at their misfortune. It seemed simpler than trying to be like them. Rolling her eyes, she continued on her way, focused and determined on getting to her destination. Feeling a bit warm, Gigi removed her left hand from her coat pocket and began to unzip it. Letting the black fabric part from each other as the zipper slide down. Her coat was quite nice as it was keenly wrapped around her body. The fine fabric certainly did keep her warm within the chilled air as her black locks waved over the coat's flared collar. Raising her eyes from the pavement, the silver nose ring in her left nostril flashed within the street lights that hung above as her gaze focused on the destination just ahead of her, the cemetery.

Younger people always found the cemetery to be creepy and spooky, some adults still thought that same thing, but not Gigi. She found the place of the dead to be quite a relaxing thing, reminding herself that sooner or later, this is where everyone ended up when it was all over. Adjusting her coat slightly, she pushed through the large cemetery gates that loomed over her. Some reason her mind instantly thinking of Monkey Bone as the song popped into her head. 'We welcome you to Downtown while you're in your coma,' she giggled to herself as she shook her head softly, her dark locks dragging over her coat with the simple movement. With the song still stuck in her head though, she still managed to focus on the surrounding area as she moved along the little cemetery path. There was quite literally no one around and the cemetery greeted her with the same silence she was giving off. "Peaceful," she mused out loud to herself, "Its a shame everything in life cannot be like this. People always have to do something to ruin what they have and never realizing what they had until it is lost to them," she spoke to herself. Straying from the path, she began to move through the aisles of graves and tombstones, her eyes surveying what a few of the tombstones read. Chuckling at some of the writings. "Beloved daughter. Wonder what made her so loved. Was it her ass or her eyes or simply the way she made her father feel," she joked to herself. "Now, now, Gigi. Do not be mocking the dead," she soon said before simply shrugging her shoulders, "Meh, they don't care, they are already dead. Yeah, why do people even say nice things about the dead, just cause they are dead. If they are an asshole in life, you should be able to say how much of one they were in death. Its only fair. Its not like you killed them by saying it," she noted aloud.

Twirling around within the cemetery, she found the peace to be so wonderful, though found she herself could not really stay quiet. Though with no one to talk to, she resorted to the one thing she did best, talking to herself. "I find it so amusing how I can sometimes not be silent, you know what I mean, Miss Winters?" she queried one of the tombstones as she stared at the writing upon it, "Huh, seems like no one really loved you, huh? Simply your name, birth and death. Nothing more for poor Winters. Wonder how many cats you had crammed into your home," she smiled brightly. "Course, there is nothing wrong with cats, they can be quite nurturing when you need it. Dogs may be more interactive, but far too needy. Than again, some cats and dogs reserve their roles and think they are the other," she laughed softly to herself. Clearly she simply couldn't hold her thoughts in anymore as she spoke each of them out loud, uncaring if anyone was actually around to hear them, but she doubted anyone was out here. Even if they were, she figured they'd ignore her anyways.

Her mind was going a million miles an minute, but it always seemed to whenever she went out for walks. It was her time to think to herself, ponder on her life and come to terms with it, so to speak. No one could really understand how she worked besides herself, though at times she didn't even understand. So walking always seemed like the best thing for her and her waning mind. Sighing heavily, she came to a stop and simply plopped onto the cold grass below, sitting upon the grave of some Steve Needham. She didn't know who that was, but that didn't really concern her all to much. Without regard, she laid her back down, letting herself sprawl out onto the harsh cold grass as it greeted her coat with its spiny little pricks. Gigi's hat slipped from its place upon her head as she rested back. Raising her left hand, she snatched her hat from the ground and rested it upon her stomach as her brown eyes stared up at the dark sky that loomed above. Silence was everywhere and it was calming as she found herself alone with her own thoughts, no longer speaking them aloud. Supposedly she only felt the urge to really talk when she was moving, now that she was laying still, the urge simply drifted into the soft blow of the wind.

Boredom, that's what she felt, but she ignored that aching feeling as she simply pushed it aside and let her eyes close. Gigi simply enjoyed the rush of cold air crashing over her body as it moved across the surface of the world. There were no voices of her friends saying what she was doing was foolish, no nagging from her parents over the phone. She was alone and had her own type of peace and quiet, something she liked enjoying, but never really gave herself the time to do so. Hands came to rest upon her hat as her breathing was calm and steady. Her mind drifting into what could have been if she had done things different. Stayed in France and enjoyed her time there instead of coming to America to be with these uncivilized morons. Though she knew those back in France were no better. Corrupted by the words of the Americans here. "Why can't things simply be different...be better," she mused aloud, breaking her personal silence, but she heard no reply from the world around her. That alone was quite a pity.
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