Dearly beloved, we gather here today... [Open]

[Riley]

The graveyard? What made him come here? Riley weaved inbetween the huge markers aimlessly. With a start, he noticed that he had stopped. Looking down, he scowled.

Rachel Lynn DeFeo
1970- 2001
Loving Mother, Devoted Wife

Why did he come here? He never visited his mother's grave. Not since the funeral. He stuck his hands in the pockets on his coat. His hand closed around a straw wrapped. Withdrawing the hand, he examined the wrapper and wondered if he remembered how to fold them. Leaning against the stone angel that marked his mother's grave, Riley began folding the strip of paper. Ih a few moments he had a little paper flower. Slowly, he placed it on the angel's outstretched hand and stepped away.

[Ehhh, that wasn't that great.]

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[Aiden.]

Ah, the graveyard. Not the best place in the world, but one of the more peaceful after a mere three hours of sleep. But that was what he was used to.. three hours or less of sleep. That’s how he lived. Well.. not really, but what he did for a living was a different story. He tossed his hair out of his eyes with a sharp tilt of his head, and smirked as he looked around the graveyard, pulling the bottom of his Atreyu hoodie down over the waistline of his jeans. His steps were quieted even more as he made his way across the grass, through the tombstones. And then, he stopped. He heard the crinkle of paper being folded, a weird thing to be heard in a graveyard.

Aiden smirked to himself yet again and walked in a slightly slower pace in the direction he’d heard the noise, tossing his hair out of his eyes again. As he neared, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, coming within a few feet of the tombstone with an angel perched on top. He brought himself to a stop as he saw Riley, and watched him place what looked to be a flower in the palm of the angel’s hand. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak yet, crossing his arms over his chest and hugging his elbows to his thin body. Okay, so it may not have been cold, but who cared? Aiden didn’t. “Well, havin’ fun?” He spoke gently, cursing his slight Australian accent. The question, of course, was a joke, not meant to be sarcastic. Or was it? Aiden coughed a bit, tossing his hair out of his eyes a final time.


[ ooc. oh god. sorry, it's an out there post. =D couldn't think of much to add. ]

[Riley]

Not turning to see who it was, Riley smirked slightly. He brushed a bit of something or other off his shoulder and turned to face the familiar boy. "Of course."

[/color] he replied quietly. He eyed Aiden calmly, wondering why he was in the graveyard. Of course, he wouldn't ask. It wasn't any of his buisness. Besides, he didn't even know why he was in the graveyard in the first place.

Riley stood straight, glancing to the side for a split second before returning his gaze to Aiden. He must've seen a cat. But, in his line of work, you could never be too careful. He listened for the noise of someone approaching, just incase it might not be someone on his side. [/size][/center]

[Aiden.]

“That’s always good, I suppose.” Aiden shrugged, peering at the headstone behind Riley. Hm. Rachel DeFeo, eh? Must’ve been a relatives of Riley’s. Aiden moved to quickly, and a soft crack could be heard as his elbow cracked. Fuck. He cursed silently, pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking around the graveyard. Seeing a cracked tombstone, he went over to it and bent to read it. Though he had respect for some people, the dead weren’t most of them. And so, he was standing directly before the tombstone. He could hardly read it, as the cracks wound throughout the whole thing. Damn. Standing up straight, he through a cautious glance around. Not just because of his paranoia. He had a reason to keep watch, and so did Riley. Which made being in an open place in broad daylight a sort of bad idea, especially if they knew what they looked like. Double damn. And it wasn’t any better than Aiden had a slight streak of bad luck. Oh well, he was a sneaky little bastard, he could get by. Not really sure about Riley, but hey.. Aiden would help if he needed it.



[ ooc. eep. icky post. ]

[Riley]

Riley frowned inwardly. If someone was watching them, he didn't want that person to know that he was aware they were there. He turned a leaf over with his shoe, still listening. He didn't think anyone knew who they were, especially if they were one of the police's bitches, but he could never be too sure. Unless, of course, he had connections in the CIA, which he didn't. Yet, anyway.

He just nodded in responce to Aiden. He wasn't a talker, not really. He lowered his head and pretended to study something on the ground, trying to see if there really was anyone watching them.

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[Reilan]

Leaning on the large memorial of a guy no one cared for… an odd girl born with many omens. Filtered ashes fall down her air pipe as she tugs at a cigarette with her lips. She clings to the sweet smoke before exhaling, eyes oozing with contentment from the nicotine which filled her blood even as the dead continued counting the seconds from when they died. Time, it was disturbing… its precision godly. Women were girls when they kissed its feet, men were boys when they catered to its whim, and this catering of whim was life itself and it was time which ended life. Yes, it seemed time, so ungrateful for its services, ended them. So the basic story line: You are born and grown to be an adult, though to time you will always be a child… you feed time by living, only to die when it gets bored of your servitude.

Thoughts of how the basic system of existence went was a manacle for human joy, such disturbing thoughts of why, when and how made everything meaningless. For we had created our own meaning, when we came to exist… we made our own morals and explanations and emotions. It was a sweet trade for the lies we live, the lies of how we were really slaves to our own existence. The cemetery was a reminder, its graves examples of the indentured servants who ended up with nothing in the end. Oh how sick it made her feel, yet how intellectual as well. All the blind fools out there and she was not one of them. She knew that time would one day take her away, and because of it, she lived her life to the fullest.

[Riley]

Riley quirked an eyebrow as he saw a thin trail of smoke rise from behind the memorial of the guy the graveyard was named after. If they were watching him and Aiden, they wouldn't want to be seen, would they? No, didn't think so.

Riley quietly picked his way to the memorial, careful not to make noise incase they really were someone to be wary of. He breathed out quietly as he crouched behind a headstone in a way that he could see but not be seen. Letting out a sigh, he stood in full view when he saw that the smoker was one of his own, the asian.

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[Aiden.]

As Riley moved, Aiden glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t one to worry, but to hell if he wasn’t paranoid. Who couldn’t be, if they were a Thief? Aiden would’ve liked to meet the one Thief who wasn’t paranoid. Realizing he’d zoned out, Aiden smirked, a mere upturning of one corner of his mouth, and turned fully, in full view of both Riley and the girl, who seemed to be one of Riley’s followers. Just because Aiden was a Thief, and followed most of Riley’s orders, didn’t mean that he knew every single one of the Thieves. He was more to himself, one of the more anti-social of the group. He hadn’t a problem with it, because he knew he could stick up for himself, though he wouldn’t fight a fellow friend, another Thief, I mean. He had no problem with fighting one of his friends, if he didn’t trust them enough.

Again. This was the second time within five minutes that he’d zoned out. He wasn’t used to standing still for more than a few minutes, and he’d been standing there.. oh, what, five? ten minutes? He didn’t know, but he’d have rather been out pick-pocketing, as usual. Or even be getting an extra hour’s sleep, even though he knew that that was impossible. He would never sleep over three hours. Possibly less, but never more. Which, when he’d first gotten into this ‘business’, as he called it, was very difficult. Now it hardly fazed him at all. He re-crossed his arms over his chest, his head slightly cocked to the side in a slight curious manner. Oh, how his curiosity would one day either get him caught, or kill him. You know what they say...

...curiosity killed the cat.

[Reilan]

Soft footsteps destroyed the rhythm of her ease, though she was too laid back to startle, she quirked a brow when she heard the subtle sounds near her. Her anxiety withdrew and she casually took another drag from her cigarette when she saw who the person was. She leaned over to take a look at the other boy, letting the smoke leave her throat slowly as she spoke, “Who’s this?” Her tone was solemn, lacking any ecstatic character. Though she was not a very angst type of person, she really had no need to be full of butterflies at the moment. For her the moment was relaxed, and she had no intentions of interrupting its mood.

She flicked the excess of ash on her cigarette off and looked to the ground, taking another drag before putting the cig out. Once done with ending the life of her little friend, she unwrapped the A7X sweatshirt from her waste and slipped it over her body.

[Riley]

Riley looked between the two for a second before realizing that they didn't know eachother. It didn't make any difference to him, but he decided to introduce them anyway. "Aiden,"

[/color] Riley said softly, looking to the boy. "This is Reilan. Reilan,"[/color] This time he turned to the girl. "Aiden."[/color] He stood inbetween the two, not exactly moving, but just thinking. Wrapping his arms around himself, Riley glanced from Aiden to Reilan. He didn't expect them to immedantly become friends or anything. After all, you can't trust a theif, eh? [/size][/center]

[Aiden.]

Aiden nodded to the girl, who Riley called Reilan. He would be civil to her if she was civil to him, because that was the way he worked. He doubted she’d gain all of his trust though, hardly anyone ever had. He flicked his hair out of his eyes again and looked around the cemetery. He decided to speak. “Yeah. I’m Aiden. Nice to meet you.”[/b] He said, and, yet again, cursed his accent. It didn’t make him sound like a fool, no, but he found it odd, seeing as how he couldn’t remember either of his parents. He figured it was a trait from his father, though, because from what he remembered of his mother, she didn’t have that much of an accent. Damn. Another zone out. He needed to move, steal, do something of interest. Out of pity for himself, he moved closer to his two fellow Thieves, even if he only knew one of them at least half well.



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[Reilan]

She gave a slight nod to this Aiden, her hands going with little delicacy to her purse before speaking in the same tone as before. Unlike the boy she had no accent, even with her foreign blood, and honestly she was jealous, she found accents to be quite charming “Pleasure,” she said as she unzipped the bag digging in and taking out her box of Newport’s opening it, taking a cig out and sticking in her mouth. She lit it and stuck her lighter back in the purse questioning the two before putting the box in with, “Anyone want one.” Her voice was slightly muffled and mangled by the cigarette being in her mouth, but with prevail the words could still easily be heard.

She moved her free hand towards a chunk of orange-red hair that blocked her line of vision, but only to no avail, as the ghastly chunk made its way back over her left eye. An annoyed expression came about her face as she again moved it away, and this time, it stayed.

[Isabella]

She'd been walking away from the grave of Eliza with tears in her eyes.She wiped them away quickly as people came into her view.'Are they thieves??' Izzy asked herself suspiciously.She walked by them quickly but they seemed...intresting,if that was the word to describe three people in a graveyard.She scowled as she turned herself around and steered her petite frame toward the trio.
Way to go,Idiot she told herself as she stood in-front of the rather mischievous looking guy.Her cat like eyes glowed as she introduced herself
"Hello,my names Izzy" Izzy was her nickname but all the same it worked.

[OcC:In the rules why is the answer to life 42?]

[Riley]

Riley eyed the girl suspicously, not moving. After a moment or two, he stretched out his hand slowly. "Andrew."

[/color] he replied cautiously. He didn't know this girl, so why give her his real name? He only hoped Aiden and Reilan would have enough sense to follow his lead and not give up their real names.

[Eww, short... Anyway, 42 is from Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. That's the only reason.] [/size][/center]

[Isabella]

She knew enough to know he was lying through his teeth.She wasn't letting him now that though.She grinned wolfishly and took his hand gently,the same way her mother used too...well before she went crazy-another point for another day
"Pleased to meet you" she lied without changing her wolfish expression.He's a good lier but he shouldn't have hesitated...he really shouldn't have hesitated she criticized the guy blankly.

[OcC:ditto here]