If there's one thing he hated above all, it was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting around for bloody or dead rats wasn't a way he liked to spend his evenings. The nurses all had his number, if shit went south they could call. That decision found him upon his normal run, this time cutting through Lafayette cemetary. Treating the lower headstones like hurtles he did a few springs across the place, smelling ghosts lingering in the older portions.
He knew which places to stay away from by now and kept to the new(er) sections. Last thing he needed was a run in with a ghoul, or worse, a hungry ghost. Really didn't need anything from here following him the hell home! Try explaining that one. Running up the side of a small tomb he kept his feet moving to jump the span to the next. From tomb to tomb he leapt, using the circuit as a means to keep his foot speed up. With how old even this new section was, some of the stone cielings were ready to crumble as is. It was an idle thought that had him considering bringing side-walk chalk out one of these nights and making a game out of this. Maybe another time.
It was nearing the new year and it marked the 27th year that Juilett Tisono had passed away, passing that family curse on to Susette. She had never had the chance to meet her grandmother, but what memories she had of her she loved the woman. Probably even more dearly then anyone else could have ever loved another person. It was one thing to be in love with someone, or even to love a family member but to be intimately connected with thoughts, feelings on a personal level. It was something else entirely. The day had been long and thankfully the weather had kept up so even now at night with the gloom closing in it still was above 60.
Cowboy hat was settled on the edge of her knee as she sat perched on the cold stone mini fence that lined the front of the family crypt. She sat in silence simply listening to the night and connecting with the dried and withered shell of her grandmother within the stone walls. Eyes closed to the world, she let the memories come full force. It was almost like she was living through her grandmother's eyes, a intruder in the woman's body, a parasite living off her strength.
It was the 1940's, Juilett Tisono was learning to deal with her new powers, her gift. She liked to think of it as a gift where as Susette looked at it as a curse. It was something so beautiful, her grandmother sitting under the shade of a lovely Weeping willow on the bank of land looking out over the bayou. A checkered blanket was spread beneath her, as she marvelled at the rays of light being cut and sliced down into mini flashes of warmth against her skin. It was so peaceful, so simple and amazing and so completely alient to Susette. She was never like Juilett in her life, she prefered jeans to skirts. Cowboy boots to heels, hats to ribbons and bows. Her vision swam as the memory shifted to look into the face of a handsome soldier dressed in his finest. A bespeckled uniform with a row of ribbons and awards pinned to that chest. Love flooded her despite the fact she knew it was her Grandfather who later was killed in WW II. But here she saw his face as a fresh soldier returning after his first trip overseas. Sweeping his soon to be bride off her feet for a random day time pinic.
Eyes snapped open ruining the memory and causing it to disappear like mist in her mind. Her hands trembled, looking down at them all she could do was rub them vigerously against the jean fabric on her thighs.
