Mischief in the graveyard (open)

Whistling as he walked as if he hadn't a care in the world, Cáel smiled making his way further into the graveyard. He found it amusing how people feared the dead and held so much superstition about graveyards and such. The boy supposed being in such a place at night when the fog was thick would cast an eerie feeling. There was also the grave robbers, necromancers, and muggle horror movies to blame. And let's not forget wizards making Inferi and the occaisonal delinquent who threw a party to prove he wasn't scared.

Normally the boy wouldn't have entered. Not because he felt that the place was foreboding, or that he was scared. No, Cáel usually couldn't . Most graveyards had iron wrought fences around them. Whether it started because someone a long time ago thought it would keep their dead protected or to add an illusion of security, he didn't know. Nor did he care.

Seeing the small gate open creating a break in the iron perimitor, Cáel stepped through. An itchy uncomfortable feeling settled on him almost immediately. Ignoring it, the boy pushed on. Pursing and pushing his lips out he began to whistle. Going from grave to grave, he read the birth and death dates imagining how each one might have died.
Cáel didn't know or recognize any of the names. He and his family didn't socialize with those not of their kin. In fact, none before him had ever left the clan even as briefly as this would be, to study magic elsewhere. It couldn't have been that none else had been invited. It was just that he had been the first to accept. Or to have been asked during such exciting timing.

Seeing that he was not alone, Cáel smiled deciding to have some fun. Being sure to stay out of visual range, the boy began to pitch his voice so that it carried, the direction incertain. Pretending to wail and sob, Cáel eagerly awaited the person's reaction.

Rebecca had once again decide that she would take the graveyard route home from work and it seemed that once again she was in store for meeting a rather unusual character, maybe not as bad as the last time, after all you dont meet a demon every day, but someone who like her thought that playing on peoples minds was quite fun. So she didn't really mind being the brunt of some joke he was trying to pull...for she assumed it was most likely a male.

Walking around softly until she heard the direction the sound was coming from Rebecca waited around in that general area, as she couldn't be sure just where exactly the guy would be and she cocked her head, looking at the spot where she thought he was with her hair falling across one side of her face.

She waited until he decided he had had enough of this joke and would show himself, if he didn't, she could live with that and she would just leave.

'How boring,' Cáel thought upon watching the girl looking around for him. She could have made it a little bit fun by at least pretending. This was alright too, he supposed. It just meant that he had to try something else to unnerve her. Although it really was a shame that some just did not have that innate fear of the unknown. That's what made it fun!

Trying to keep the headstone between him and her, Cáel circled around and nearly flinched when he came near the crypts. The itchy uncomfortable feeling worsened to where he unconsciously tried to rid himself of it by scratching. Moving away from the crypt, he glared at the bands of metal on the doors. Now he'd be in plain view since he hadn't moved fast enough. That however didn't stop him from quickly moving behind a white marble headstone that was as tall as he was to hide behind.

Maybe with his white clothing she would think he was an apparition? If not that was okay too. Hide and seek was another game that Cáel enjoyed to play. Picking up a rock, still trying to keep out of sight, he threw the rock high and smiled when coming down from it's arc it hit the roof on one of the crypts. It clattered off and thunked to the ground, the sound unbelievably loud in the quiet graveyard.

Rebecca had been right. The person making that wailing had been there and she sighed softly as she saw him trying to shuffle his way through the tombstones so that hopefully she wouldn't see him and figure out his rouse.

For a moment she wondered if she was supposed to be scared by what he was doing and Rebecca smiled crookedly, he would have to do a lot more than toss a few rocks in order to give her the creeps. Even though the loud noise running through the graveyard really did make her jump a little.

Finding a suitable tombstone to sit down on Rebecca took a deep breath and looked at the large tombstone that he had hidden behind and asked, in a rather bored tone:

"Is this supposed to be scary?"

Once again, the boy could only think how boring the girl's reaction was. Sighing, he hopped atop the gravestone, perching on it. Elbows propped on his legs and chin in hand, his blue eyes regarded the girl. "Are you a grave robber? Is that why you're not even slightly uneasy amongst the dead?"

Tilting his head, Cáel smiled without humor. "You know that they still have the Wild Hunt around here? And you're not scared?"

Rebecca merely blinked when the boy appeared on the tombstone, the casual manner for which he disregarded the dead persons stone he sat in made her anger prickle softly after all it was highly disrespectful to do that.

"No. I am not."

Moving slowly forward to look at the boy Rebecca tilted her head so that half of it obscured her face on one side, but her smile could be seen flitting across her face.

"Death is part of life yet you are not uneasy around life, I'd be more wary of life, than of death."

Now this was more interesting to Cáel and his grin became a bit more amused. "But death is so boring. Really there's only so much you can do if you're dead."

Grinning wider, blue eyes sparkling he stated, "If you prefer death so much just wait around. I'm sure that if you like it so much they wouldn't mind adding you to the Wild Hunt."

Swinging his feet idly, he tilted his head as he observed the girl. Of course if she joined the hunt she wouldn't be doing anything else and how boring would that be? That would only keep your interest for so long. Maybe that's why they were bit more cruel then the others?

"What's your name?" Normally Cáel didn't bother asking.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes a little bit, was there something that she was doing which was humorous? Did she say something funny? Folding her arms right around her chest she looked at the boy with a blank expression, trying to figure him out.

"You can do nothing. You are dead. If you can, you are not truly dead."

At the mention of this hunt again Rebecca stayed expressionless but her interest was piqued what exactly would they do on this hunt? Did they hunt humans? Deciding she didn't want to find out Rebecca only blinked in response.

"Holloway. Yours?"

A cold tinge edged Rebeccas voice as she spoke, not liking giving her name away.

"Well now, that really is debatable. What actually calssifies one as dead? Your corpse rotting in the ground? Yet ghosts and spirits wander about without need for a body. For your heart to not beat? Vampires have no pulse yet walk among the living," Cáel replied. There was also those zombies or inferi that the wizards like to muck about with, but the boy wasn't going to bring that up.

Eyes staring at her intently, the boy wondered if she was angry or if the arm crossing was a way of self comfort? Whichever it was, it proved to be more entertaining then earlier. Bracing his feet and hands against the cool stone of the grave marker he'd been perched on, he pushed off, jumping to the ground. Landing in a squatting position, he straightened and brushed his hands across his pants.

'Oh, she's smart,' he thought. Not giving out her full name. Very clever and actually very wise all things considered. "Cáel," he simply stated back giving her his most common used name.

"So why have you come to the graveyard if you're not a grave robber. Have you come to join them?"

Rebecca thought that the boy put forward a rather interesting argument, it was something that she often thought about but as yet she had come to no solid conclusion, only her own belief that had been cemented by what she had found.

"It is subjective opinion. If your body is dead, yet your spirit lives you are undead, so that is the way for all things."

Seeing that the boy had moved from the gravestone Rebecca kept a closer eye on him as he moved, wondering what he was doing that for, after all, maybe he wasn't as friendly as he was appearing to be.

"Pleasure."

She nodded stiffly, a small smile broke out over her face as he asked this question.

"It's a short cut. Yourself?"