ban on suicidals & males!

[ALEXANDER ANUBIS GRAVES]

there ever any wonder, why they look to the sky?

It was quiet in the cemetery, few things moved other than the crows and scattered ravens that nested in the trees nearby the area. Rows upon rows of the gray markers that indicated where the dead bodies were buried. There they rested covered by about a meter of fertile dirt and grass for the older ones. A few of the markers were neglected, dust having managed to creep its way onto the markers, obscuring the stories and the names of those who once lived. Now though, they headed to the realm of the dead while their bodies and places of rest were neglected except for occasional cleanings, marked by occasional rows that were cleaned up, clearer gray compared to the withered stone of older graves. Perhaps the occasional bouquet of flowers left by a kinder staff member. Otherwise, the place was quiet of human prescence and it was only fitting since what person would not be afraid of a place which marked that of one's own mortality?

Well... Perhaps the better question would be what human. A teenager sat in the graveyard, his back pressed against the edge of a grave. Black hair, smooth as the silken hair from a horse's tail, worked together with his black clothing to provide a marked contrast near his pale white skin. The only bit of color that seemed to be permitted on his person was a brown leather coat, which almost seemed back at the hour close to dusk, and the golden ankh on his neck which gleamed in the dim remainder of light as day turned to night. The seventeen year old's eyes were open, outlined in eyeliner in a manner similar to egyptian make up, watching the sky's color change from pale blue to dusty orange. The brown eyes gleamed of something like enjoyment at watching the natural scene. A faint smile even swept across his face as the disk of Atem vanished from the sky, allowing for Nut's cloak to envelop the sky. When the stars were up in the sky, the youth got up from his position and looked up at the sky.

"And so the natural cycle continues." Anubis said lightly with a fondness.He reached up to the sky then closed his fist and looked at it. "I will be back with you when my time down here is done Grandmother." Anubis was not referring to his mortal grandmother, who was still alive and hated him but to his immortal one. The goddess Nut, mother to Isis, to Nephthys, to Osiris and thereby no matter what myth is consistantly his grandmother. He didn't have all his memories back although he would never admit that to the people here. Admitting he was incomplete may make them think he was 'cureable'. They couldn't cure what didn't need to be fixed. Already Anubis was sick of the place, after learning where his room was he snuck out here. He was drawn to places such as this, the resting place of ancestors, even if the techniques of handling them have become different. Instead of keeping only a few of the organs and being mummified, they now preserved all the organs for death. Which didn't hurt, it just wasn't the techniques of the past, he wanted to learn of them at some point though. It would be great to learn the technology with what new knowledge he had learned of the body as a human.

That was why gods got reincarnated this way. His reincarnation messed up but he felt it had to be because of a problem with one of the other gods of death. They must not been keeping up with their workload. But it had lead to things being the way they are. His time as a mortal on earth were tainted by the memories of him being Anubis. Of course, he would not change this for the world and he is happy about the knowledge he had. It's just sometimes he regretted and allowed himself to amongst the gravestones of those whom he was suppose to lead to the afterlife but was unable to yet. He could still do something for them though. It was why he had brought the cloth handkerchief and a bottle of water. The spirits who were still around could be more at peace if at least their current place was kept clean and looking nice. Since it seemed few came around here to deal with the graves, he would take on the task himself.

And so the god in mortal form did so. He delicately wiped off the dirt from the gravestones,s tarting with the one near him. He was fully absorbed in it without a smile but simple concentration. It was his duty and although he enjoyed doing his duty, despite the biting wind of night, he also was doing a formal task as Anubis. The dark figure and dark jackel of cemeteries.

{ They search in vain and then ask why.

[MAYUMI FAYE KIMURA]

LAST NIGHT I WOKE UP TO YOU TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP
DESCRIBING A ROOM I’VE NEVER SMELT, I’VE NEVER SEEN
HERE WE GO AGAIN, THE ROLLERCOASTER BREAKS AND

Mayumi had wandered outside; she was dressed in her usual black outfit. That consisted of black skinny jeans, a black tank top and black boots. This time she added a black fedora, it was to change it up. She had her usual makeup on, and she had painted her nails black. Her heals made a sticky slurping sound when she lifted them to take a step. It had been raining and now the ground was mud. And she was sinking into it. ‘Oh great! Not I have to wash my shoes…Fuck.’ She muttered under her breath, she was not in the mood to have to walk in the mud. But she wanted out of the Asylum, Baylee was back and she had to think. She pulled a cigarette from the pack in her back pocket, and then stopped to pull the lighter from her boot so she could light it. She took a drag from the white stick of cancer then exhaled slowly. She put the lighter back and continued walking even thought she had to struggle to get herself free from the muddy trap that the ground had become. She kept walking and thinking of how her life had changed by being here.

She had fallen in love, gotten engaged and now was trying to have a child. She laughed at the thought of having a kid, a light little giggle. But it was loud here in the dark. She crouched down into the shadows incase a guard had heard her. She held her breath for a few seconds before slowly standing and continuing her walk. She hummed to herself softly and swung the arm that wasn’t holding the smoke to her lips. She had put the ring back on so the small loop of metal with the stone in the center glowed faintly when the moonlight struck it. She hadn’t been paying attention to where she was walking so she ended up running into a head stone. ‘Shit!’ She muttered under her breath while her smoke fell from her hands onto the soggy ground and her body slumped over from the pain. She rubbed her shin and stood up slowly.

She could hear the hissing sound of the damp earth extinguishing her cigarette. She sighed quietly and sat on the head stone, gently rubbing her shin and wondering why she had walked all the way out here. She dint even know they had a graveyard at the Asylum so it was quite a shock and surprise to her. She stood up and looked around to all the grey markers, each one telling of a past life that had for some reason, ended here. She wondered if her life would end here as well like these poor people’s had. But then she head a swishing sound, sort of like a cats tail. Faint and light but still audible. She looked around for the source of the notice, wondering if it was a cat or if another human was out here. She started to inhale sharply from fright, she dint think zombies were real but then again she had been wrong about ghosts too.

She made her way towards the sound slowly, her boots still making that sucking suction sound. She got closer and saw a dark shape in front of one of the headstones. Someone was standing on the grave, doing…something to the head stone. ‘Hey!’ She called out loud enough for them to hear her. ‘These people may be dead but they deserve respect!’ She thought someone was vandalizing the graves, and even though they were at an Asylum and these corpses may have been crazy people that dint mean someone could come and mess with them. She quickly drew closer to the dark figure waiting for there response.

/NOTES This will be fun! ^^ !
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/BANNER Mouse16 !
\LYRICS I’ll Take Famous Murders For $500 by Watchout! Theres Ghosts!
/CREDIT leena at caution !

[ALEXANDER ANUBIS GRAVES]

there ever any wonder, why they look to the sky?

The god didn't tend to notice the wetness of the ground very much. Wet ground was alright in his view since it meant fertility. His problem was mroe with rain then with mud but that made sense since he was a god of a desert country. He moved easily through the mud despite the wetness due to the ease in which he knew how to navigate through it from being from a northern country and having thick black boots which tend to keep even on even icy ground. Anubis was gothic but he was nothing if not prepared for dealing with most sorts of ground. Weather on the other hand was on the same line as rain, he was better with sunnier weather and the rest was a bit confusing to him. Still... He found his ways to deal with it. It was in knowing how to adapt rather than die, a trait kept from being a god, again in a harsh desert country. There were a lot of very handy traits he had from those memories and from simply just inheriting his skill with adapting to situations.

For example... The wetness of the cemetery made it a great deal easier to clean the gravestones then in drier weather. He only needed to use half as much water since the graves already had water on them. He did, however, need another handkerchief or to at least wash it off. The white cloth was streaked with thick gray and black dirt. He took a moment to stop in his cleaning to make sure the cloth was clean or at least cleaner. He couldn't do a very through job with just a waterbottle full of water but he did manage to at least make the cloth get to the level of off white. He then went back to cleaning the gravestone. He didn't really care about his clothing, even if the mud stained, it was black clothing so the mud wouldn't stain much. It was half the reason why his grandmother's cloak was that dark black color with the stars affixed to it. The stars made Nut look prettier while the black made it harder for dirt to be seen. Not to mention, wrapped around Ra, Ra can't be found and destroy in his time of rest. It really was a good arrangement.

He heard the suction sound of the boots but didn't pay any notice til the mortal addressed him and... Accused him of defacing the gravestone. In her defense, it was rather dark out and she did not know who she was talking to. As it was, Anubis was torn between his urge to rend her to shreds or the bubbling up of the darkly amused laughter within him at even that very suggestion. Laughter won and the dark boy's voice echoed in the near silent cemetery. "I agree, which is why I am cleaning the stones." He told her "It is apparent that few if any people come here to make sure the graves are presentable. I have taken it as my duty to do so just as I did before I became mortal." Anubis knew his words sounded odd to a mortal but he saw no point in pretending anymore. Those who knew him as one were dead or knew he wasn't. As well, his mind and thought pattern did not fit well with the typical thought pattern of the mortal seventeen year old he was in form, body and blood right now.

"What are you doing in the cemetery at this hour?" He asked quite neutrally "Obviously not defacing the graves I just cleaned." There was a hint of a threat in the last part. It wasn't likely she was going to do that but he would be uite annoyed if she was. He stood up, cleaning the rag with the water in the water bottle before setting it in his pocket and seating himself on one of the cleaner gravestones. Dark brown eyes looked out at her from egyptian-like eyeliner and his long hair still framed his face. His face was perfectly neutral, in fact, it was perfect for stoic too. His arms were crossed and he regarded her in a way one would regard some sort of interesting animal they had come across. Not as a lower being but certainly one of another type who had just managed to come across as interesting.

{ They search in vain and then ask why.

[MAYUMI FAYE KIMURA]

LAST NIGHT I WOKE UP TO YOU TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP
DESCRIBING A ROOM I’VE NEVER SMELT, I’VE NEVER SEEN
HERE WE GO AGAIN, THE ROLLERCOASTER BREAKS AND

She looked at the boy when he spoke, she sighed when she realized that he wasn't vandalizing the graves. 'I just wandered out here I guess.' She spoke with mock interest, 'I mean I honestly had no idea that this was even here.' The last bit was spoken with a hinting at surprise. He frowned at him when he stood and asked her if she was going to mess with the graves, she took a step back 'N-No...' This boy was much bigger than her, she herself only being five foot two. Her shoe got stuck and she tripped over herself, landing on a head stone. 'Ow...' She mumbled under her breath. She sat on a head stone near him and silently watched him sit down. She nodded as he told her why he was out here and she blinked at him with her piercing green eyes. 'Why?'



She looked at her black nails then back up at him, 'I mean why come out here in the dead of night just to clean off some head stones. No pun intended.' She had no idea if this strange Gothic boy with makeup on had a sense of humor but if he did she wanted him to know that she wasn't trying to be funny. She ran her nail over one of the head stones, moving the dirt on it with her nail. She dint mind that it was dirty, she wore black so it wouldn't really show. And if she got inside before anyone woke up she could stop by the bathroom and rinse out the dirt. She looked around in the dark as she took off her hat and ran her fingers through her blond hair. She bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath. She had never been in a graveyard before, she had honestly never seen a dead person.



She remembered the movies she use to watch about mummies and embalming. She had no idea why that thought had popped into her head. Maybe it was the boy, his makeup reminded her of an Egyptian Pharaoh. She smiled when she remembered how she went through that phase, she did her make up like that and dreamed of being Cleopatra. She sighed and looked at the boy. 'What is your name?' She was curious, the boy looked older than her but she was quite young when she went through her Egyptian phase. 'My name is Mayumi.' She smiled at the Gothic boy, her teeth shining faintly in the moon light. She decided that she should be nice to him, after accusing him of doing something mean when he was only out here doing something sweet and nice.

/NOTES I know its a bit short, sorry !
\WORDS 483 !
/BANNER Mouse16 !
\LYRICS I’ll Take Famous Murders For $500 by Watchout! Theres Ghosts!
/CREDIT leena at caution !

[ALEXANDER ANUBIS GRAVES]

there ever any wonder, why they look to the sky?

The seventeen year old was a bit surprised at the fact the woman had just wandered into the graveyard but there were worst places to wander into and worst places to end up in. He did give a bit of a wicked grin as she tripped although when she landed on the gravestone he hoped she didn't bleed on the stone. He didn't really want to have to clean up the gravestone again. Because of that he just sat down and told her what he did rather than going up to check on her. He didn't really care about her, right now, she was just another mortal to him and one who was questioning him on the obvious. When she asked him why, he blinked and looked at her cat-like green eyes. Why what? He found it a little strange to ask someone why they would clean the grave. What? He couldn't be a good citizen of sorts?

Well... since she asked he may as well answer. "None taken." He commented, not even having registered the possible joke. "I'm here mostly to fulfil my duties which the people here would not allow. It soothes me since it is my first day here. As for why I am here at this particular hour, this was the only time it was capable for me to sneak out." Anubis did not see much of a reason to lie so he didn't. Of course, that didn't mean he had to say the whole truth. There was really no reason to trust her with news of his godness yet. Besides, although he didn't need to play the mortal, he still had the act ingrained to some degree. Although he didn't go into the complete act, he still was playing somewhat mortal, abet an apathetic one. But that was considered normal for his type.

When she asked what his name was he nodded. "Alexander Anubis Graves." He said solemnly "Call me whatever you like but I prefer Anubis. It is nice to meet you." He did prefer the name. He went by that for a long time even in his mortal body. When he was younger he loved to be called by Anubis and it was his middle name. That being said, he was different things to different people and he didn't mind nicknames. Well... As long as they weren't the name of another god. Gods didn't like other gods, a few got along but they tend to compete over worshippers. this made Anubis not particularly like the obvious nickname for his name. But it tend to work out in his favor because they either went by his name or they made a nickname that was interesting enough he didn't mind.

{ They search in vain and then ask why.

[MAYUMI FAYE KIMURA]

LAST NIGHT I WOKE UP TO YOU TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP
DESCRIBING A ROOM I’VE NEVER SMELT, I’VE NEVER SEEN
HERE WE GO AGAIN, THE ROLLERCOASTER BREAKS AND

"Anubis..." She smiled softly and blinked slowly, like she usually did when she was talking to someone new and thinking. 'Its very nice.' She looked at her boots, barely touching the ground thinking about what he just said. 'Its your duty to come out here? Why? No one else comes out here...and the guards don't let anyone out at night.' She smiled at her very poor joke. She stood slowly and heard the sound of her boots sticking to the mud. She shrugged and reached into her back pocket for a smoke, she bent over for her lighter then lit up. She put everything away and wiggled her way back onto the head stone with the smoke in her hand. She smoked it and looked at the Gothic boy. ~I dint offer him one..Well if he wants one he can ask.~ She nodded to her inner thoughts then stared at the boy. It was his first day..well now night here. She decided to make him welcome.

'First day huh? I have been here for months, its not very exciting.' She laughed then winked at him, 'I can make it exciting...Just kidding.' She held up her left hand and the silver glinted. 'I have a feiance, sorry.' She smiled and laughed then moved the cigarette to her left hand so she could hold out her right. She took a drag before explaining the ring in her right hand, letting the smoke creep out of her mouth. 'This was my great-great grand mothers ring. Its real gold and Ruby's. I miss my grandparents...' She sighed blowing out the rest of the cigarette before inhaling the smoke again. Then she leaned toward the boy, 'You know I once felt my great grandmothers presence before. The room just smelled like her old perfume and I knew she was their watching after me.' She leaned away from the boy and wondered why she felt so comfortable talking about her dead family in front of this boy that she just met. She shook her head, as if trying to shake the thoughts into order or out of her head completely.

She decided not to care since it wasn't a huge deal. 'I want to see a mummy.' She blurted out the thoughts and blushed brightly in the dark, hopping that the boy couldn't see it clearly. 'I-I just mean...Well...Your eyes...They made me think of when I was younger and fascinated with the Egyptian culture and mummification...' She looked at him directly and took a deep breath before telling him one of the things she never forgot from that video on mummification; 'They take the brains out by using a hook and going through the nose.' She smiled and then spoke her next thought aloud, 'How did they know when they got all the brains out?' She smiled to let him know that she was comfortable with him and this conversation. She thought about doing her makeup like Cleopatra again, like she did when she was younger. Then she started to think about King Tut, then hieroglyphics, then she was lost in her mind. She was in her own little world all about Egyptians and the culture. But she could still have a conversation and pat attention, but now every time she said something it might come out Egyptian related. All because of this boy's makeup style.

/NOTES !
\WORDS 634 !
/BANNER Mouse16 !
\LYRICS I’ll Take Famous Murders For $500 by Watchout! Theres Ghosts!
/CREDIT leena at caution !

[ALEXANDER ANUBIS GRAVES]

there ever any wonder, why they look to the sky?

Anubis snorted. "The duty is more a personal one, to guard and protect the dead." He told her rather formally "If I can I want to make things better for the dead here and although I do not particularly approve of this method of handling bodies, I still would like to do my best to make things comfortable." It was not the dead's fault that mummification went out of style and although this worked to some degree since the bodies could not rot with the preservation fluid in their systems, they still would eventually. He had no problem with the organs remaining intact. In fact, new knowledge such as what he learned about the brain from his time as a mortal was paramount to changing things. They had assumed when they had found his parents' bodies that he had messed up but he had simply tried a new style with the mummification technique to preserve the brain and the heart in the body while taking the other organs that were useful in life not so useful in the afterlife out.

He listened to her chatter with a bit of amusement. It was interesting how much someone talked when they simply had a calm prescence who would listen. Specially one who despite living in Canada didn't actually mind cigerette smoke even though he didn't smoke himself. When she gave the comment about the fiance, he shook his head but in an amused way. "I am not interested in those sort of things anyways." He told her honestly "I can sleep with friends and be close to them but I do not have any interest in sex. I suppose they would call me asexual?" It was an interesting concept. He had sex before, he was a teenager and he was a sexy goth teenager who also happened to be Anubis, he had slept with a friend of his who was also a follower and a few others. But he did not feel drawn to that sort of thing. His work was more important. He wasn't even certain if his memories had not activated he would be interested in the activity. He did want to try having a family in the future though to complete his mortal experience which meant knowing the act or how to adopt.

When she started talking about her grandmother's ghost, he seemed to have a bit more of an intense interest. At the comment about it, he nodded. "She probably was there." He told her "The kinder spirits can stay behind to see their family one last time if they have the power and do not have any other task. Other ghosts are more fugitives." Some ghosts were stuck and that was ok, authorities like himself would just try to unstick them. But other ghosts simply stick in the world because of their anger and anguish. Those spirits were hard to handle and often times protecting their mind while allowing them to move on was the hardest action to do even if it was the right one. All spirits needed to move on eventually and he was quite annoyed that someone lax on his duty made Anubis have to remember his life as a god. He was a workaholic so he didn't mind doing extra work but being an adult would've been a better time to learn of his task and get to work, not as a teenager, and he did know that.

When she commented at the mummy thing, he chuckled. "I would show you one but I am afraid the authorities dragged away the corpses of my mortal parents I mummified." He told her "So they aren't here. As for how the brains are removed... Generally they are connected to each other so it's easy. When one has all the brains and the shell around the brain, all that's left is the skull. So one just needs to scrape to make sure they have everything." Anubis was too intimately familiar with this. He had not done this on human victims but he practiced on animal victims to keep up to snuff. To practice his skills. He was quite interested in the topic and he spoke of it animately, with fondness when he discussed it with her. He had no idea whether the topic would disturb her or not. He hoped not since she asked and he wanted to answer since it was something he knew and cared about.

{ They search in vain and then ask why.

[MAYUMI FAYE KIMURA]

LAST NIGHT I WOKE UP TO YOU TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP
DESCRIBING A ROOM I’VE NEVER SMELT, I’VE NEVER SEEN
HERE WE GO AGAIN, THE ROLLERCOASTER BREAKS AND

She nodded when he told her it was his duty, after all everyone wanted to feel useful. But her mouth moved into an “o” of surprise when he said that he mummified his parents and laughed about it. ~That must be why he’s in her~ the thought crept into her brain and hung their, like a label. ‘So did you really um…mummify them?' She was worried that he might mummify someone here, but she dint let it show on her face. She wondered where he had learned to do such a task. Had he read books or gone online? She knew she would never be up for something as gruesome as that. Organ removal, scooping out the brain…YUCK! She had seen Repo: The Genetic Opera. She knew how gross it was to take out organs…Well repossess them. But it was practically the same in her mind. She was snapped back to the current conversation when he replied to her joke. ‘Well I guess that’s good…don’t want any pregnant women running around.’ She made a small tittering giggle, with her mouth closed and looked at him. But honestly who wasn’t interested in sex? She had, had sex with Baylee once and it was fine. Then he raped her, but she forgave him for it. After all she loved him.


She let a huge smile creep on her face when he supported her theory about her grandmother’s ghost keeping her safe or at least watching over her. She nodded as he talked, agreeing with him because; for one he was right and two he was teaching her things that she herself had questioned. Then she got back on track about the mummy subject, ‘Why do you call your parents your “mortal parents”. I mean you’re a human too…so…yeah.’ She shrugged, not disturbed at the facts her produced but at the fact that he did it to his parents. She was fascinated yet disgusted at the same time. ‘So did they remove all the organs?’ She asked calmly, she wanted to learn more but she hoped he wouldn’t reference his parents when he filled her in

/NOTES Im sorry its so short. >.< !
\WORDS word count !
/BANNER Mouse16 !
\LYRICS I’ll Take Famous Murders For $500 by Watchout! Theres Ghosts!
/CREDIT leena at caution !

[ALEXANDER ANUBIS GRAVES]

there ever any wonder, why they look to the sky?

When he witnessed the o of surprise her mouth shaped itself into he figured perhaps the detail of his mummification of his mortal parents had been too surprising for her. Perhaps interest in mummification doesn't include interest in the bodies themselves or premade ones? He would have to ponder that. When she asked if he mummified them, he nodded. "Of course I did, I had no ill will against them and it was very much an accident that I killed them." Anubis said rather straightforward. "The mummification was to make sure they would go into the next life with their bodies intact. I had not particularly learned of the modern methods of preservation of the body or I would've reported my parents had died from an attacker and perhaps not have ended up here." If he had truly had a problem against his parents, he would've buried them wrong. But the fact was, he had with his own hand made sure they would be weighed and pass over correctly. Of course, they had thought he had messed up when he didn't take the brain but that wasn't a mistake and they never asked him.

Anubis raised an eyebrow at her nervous giggle as she joked about his lack of interest in sex. He knew it was a bit unusual to not have an interest in it but that didn't matter... As long as one had it when they wanted to procreate then it was all good. Of course, some people liked to have it for fun and he didn't mind granting people that particular version of sex. As long as he didn't have to think too much about it. This person seemed to be one of those who actually liked sex so it would be understandable why she would find it odd. It would be like someone who likes chocolate hearing that another person didn't want or like chocolate. It was simply a deviation from the normal. Specially in a society more accepting of sexuality. It made him a bit old fashion but also just a tad bit odd. Duty over sexuality and he didn't feel sexual attraction like most mortals did.

When she asked about the mortal parent thing, he blinked and chuckled at her assumption of him being human. "I suppose this form combined with the mortality and ability to be hurt would make me seem mortal." Anubis commented "But no... Gods can and do take breaks by coming to mortal form. I am Anubis in mortal form but of course none who venture here believe that. When I die I shall go back to my duties but for now I regained the memory of my life as a god early because an idiotic god is messing up." Although Anubis sounded neutral speaking, he was disgruntled when he said the end sentence. He was not the sort of god to approve of another god slacking off, specially for something as important as taking care of the spirits of the dead. Most of the spirits of the dead were serious for a reason. There was no greater task then to make sure the followers you studied in life had a good afterlife for their loyalty. Being his follower tend to mean he guided them directly and he judged directly. Even when he measured the hearts, he didn't punish, Ma'at did. But with his followers, he was the one who decided the punishments for them as was his right.

When she asked about the organs, he gave a relieved breath at being able to talk about something that was not awkward for either of them. Since he saw her awkwardness at the view of his mummification of his own mortal parents, he decided to avoid that subject. "Not all, the heart was kept in because at the time it was thought of as the center of intelligence and emotion." Anubis commented "Now that I know about the brain being an intelligence center, I leave the heart and the brain inside the body. The others are removed because they are the first things to rot and will make the rest of the body rot." He said this without looking at her, he was instead looking at the moon. He just seemed to muse and be perfectly calm.

{ They search in vain and then ask why.