Torture?

[J-Bear!]

Dae wandered the endless graves, wondering why she was there. She hated graveyards; they scared the crap outta her. "Why?" She whispered aloud, thinking of the murder suicide that killed both her parents.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"Hey hun, you're looking pretty glum," a voice rose to greet her. It was a full voice, but undeniably a woman's. The owner sat on a grave nearby, her cream colored slacks and V-necked short sleeved shirt contrasting with her dark skin. She was smiling with a rough but motherly humor that could be seen sparkling in her warm eyes. Her black hair was a mass of curls carelessly tied back.

"What's the problem?"

[hannah montana]

"Got a problem, Sugar-Butt?" Clarik asked casually as he jauntilly marched into the cemetery. He tipped his imaginary hat at her politely and then waiting for her response, eyeing the random lady in a creepy, paranoid way.

[J-Bear!]

Dae was startled. She looked up, hearing a woman's voice. "Oh, there's not really a problem, it's just . . ." It sounded silly when she thought about it, but she shrugged it off. "I'm just a little creeped out by cemeteries." She paused, not recognizing the face. "Umm . . . Excuse me, but what's your name?" She thought about it, and asked another question. "Are you a teacher?"

After that, Clarik arrived, and everything went downhill. [[EKSDEE]] Not really. "No, not really. Cemeteries creep me out, though. And why did you call me Sugar-Butt, Honey-Face?" She smiled sweetly, then burst out laughing, an odd sight in a graveyard. Dae was one weird girl, though.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"You have punched him for calling you that," the woman laughed, hopping off her tombstone. "You have to make them work for it, or they won't appreciate you. Don't worry about cemeteries. It's not like dead people can hurt you, right?" She then held her hand out amiably, saying, "No, I'm not a teacher, but I guess I'm here for the ride. Cashon... eerr wait, you know him as Rell... Rell sent me over here to watch you, but watching is kind of boring." She shrugged apologetically. "Do you mind me following?"

[hannah montana]

"Cashon?" Clarik questioned, a wry grin curving onto his lips. "Cashon...I'll make sure to call him that next time." He looked to Dae and tilted his head, almost arrogantly, as if waiting for something. "Well? Aren't you going to punch me?"

[J-Bear!]

Dae laughed. "Naw, I got other ways of training 'em," she said, talking to both Clarik and the woman. "So, wait, Rell's name is Cashon? Really, now? Interesting . . ." She paused. "No, not really, but there's not much I'm gonna do here, just wander." She proceeded to shake the woman's hand. "Anyways, what's your name?" She asked, shaking her still-dyed hair. "So, Clarik, what have you been up to?"

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"My name's Jennith, and well met. I guess you're Dae, and apparently you're Clarik." She swished out a bow and knocked an arrow on it, looking at the gloomy field of rocks and the occasional mausoleum surrounding them. "So if we're just wandering around, where are we going? Zombies usually aren't that much of a problem to a party of three. It's the wraiths that try to get in your head..." she mused. A cold wind ruffled her head, but she didn't seem disturbed by it.

[hannah montana]

"Yo, Jenni," Clarik greeted with a nod of acknowledgement. He shrugged and said very sarcastically, "I've been...around. I was coming to the cemetery to see if I could raise up the dead, you know, and maybe have a party or something, but then I decided to hang out with you instead."

[J-Bear!]

Dae made an anime peace sign, and tilted her head. "Yep, that'd be me!" She paused, then ditched the anime thing. "So, Jennith, how do you know Rell? And, if you don't mind, don't tell him I was digging in his past. He might not like it very much." She laughed.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"Tu'la, Clarry," Jennith replied, her voice bubbling with mirth. "I'm so glad you decided to 'hang' with us. And it's alright Dae, I won't tell him. I know how he gets. Our parents knew each other, and since we both hated our parents, we got along splendidly." Jennith laughed. "And are you such a horrible student, Dae? I can tell he's not ecstatic."

[hannah montana]

"Oh, so Cashon comes from a broken home?" Clarik asked in a voice dripping with mock-concern. He had never understood parents, or the concept of them, probably because he had been running for a big part of his life and he had never had them anyway. Occasionally, Clarik wondered how such a godly-handsome-sexy man like him was created, so he had wondered what his parents looked like. After about a day of imagining, he decided he was the spawn of one adorable angel and one sexy devil. Sounds real enough, righ?

[XD]

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"More like a ruin," Jennith giggled. "You should have seen his Mom's housekeeping. Still, I have to envy that. My mom was opposite, and I'll never know how things got so dirty when we cleaned and reorganized them five times a day. You just turn around, it looked like someone had hurled on everything again. But past is past, it shouldn't touch your present or future."

A lone zombie rose from the earth and started running about, hitting stones and tripping over roots like an animal on speed.

[J-Bear!]

Dae shook her head. "No; Cashon has much too high expectations for everyone. That's his problem. I told him I came here knowing hardly anything but theory, and he expects me to be able to fight off an insane slayer." She laughed. "And he pretty much hates me for dating Clarik. He's gonna hate me even more once I start calling him Cashon to his face." She smiled.

[hannah montana]

"Aye, wasn't that my plan?" Clarik asked with a grin. Finding new and more creative ways to piss Rell off was always held in high regard...