Graveyard fever [prp- rebekah]

[Malakai]

Despite how pampered she was, nestled up in her hotel buried in money like Bill Gates. There were still certain things Malakai had to get her hands dirtied with.

It'd been a month though, and she'd just got the best manicure. It was probably red hot karma, a slap to her face, for being so crazy and emotionally driven lately that she chips every nail before the first foot is dug.

The shuck growls something to herself as she strikes the shovel in a few more inches.

It's two in the morning and she's somewhere in Louisiana. Digging a grave for some sorry motherfucker who'd gotten on her devil's bad side. Such a nonsense entity, but a thorough one. She may have despised her hundred years with him but she'd learned something. And those little something's added up to investments and a corporate business. Using all of her self control and charms to climb the tier tooth and nail. As charismatic as any demon, or in this case politician.

But one philosophy she had never practiced. ''The best way to get rid of someone is to have someone else do it for you.'' Demons were notorious for the laziness. It was laid out in plain view in the seven deadly sins. Icus was hardly a exception. Malakai thought it was a flash of poor decision. If you had to do something you should never trust someone else with the deed. She was a perfect example.

If she could afford it, she'd have left that man dead in his house eyes wide with fear for the police or neighbor to find. But Icus could not come sticking his nose around now. She had secrets to keep.

"Poor human." - They never knew what they were in for. And this one from her context clues, had made some crossroad blue's deal for money. He'd gotten it. But no seer or legend could outsmart her.

Malakai spends thirty minutes digging, and after she's just slight past six feet she climbs out and shoulders the body into the grave. Frowning something fierce as she covers the newly dug pit back with the soil.

Icus owes her a new pair of heels.

[Raining]

(mmm setting this before she heads to Boston <3)

There were times she liked to visit graveyards, as odd and out of place it was for a lady like her. Once you've lived over two hundred years, much of the past you cared about or saw is now gone and buried. She wouldn't know any names here, but she would just look at dates and see families that have come and gone throughout her time alive as a Vampire. This would be the human in her, still slightly bitter over the fact that this was forced on her. Call this one of her odd habits, her human side mourning her own death. On the surface, where the only feelings Rebekah acknowledges resides -- she feels only a mild amusement to see people who were born when she was... now perished.

Weak human lives.
Now serve to be her only source of food, whether bagged or fresh.

While light green eyes wandered over a grave of a man named Joseph Summers, a sound brought her out of her trance to... an odd sound coming from another area in the cemetery. Her head will tilt in an almost predatory manner as she tried to focus on the sound. It sounded like... someone was digging? Slight pain throbbed through her gums, at the though she might have some gravediggers for a after dinner snack. With a calming breath she would first see who it was before looking for a meal.

Rebekah weaved through the graves, taking delicate steps, in her small white flats (heels were awful to wear when walking through grassy areas). She was wearing a fairly casual black dress -- hugged her delicate curves and tiny waist, having on planning on going out somewhere before passing this cemetery.

She may still go, wasn't completely sure.

"Poor human."

Rebekah's eyes widened a tad, to see... a very lady-like... lady appearing to bury a dead body.

"Poor human, indeed." she spoke as she circled around a rather tall grave stone, but not too close. Being a supernatural being she could sort of sense others. This one appears human, but she didn't smell like a human, so 'bekah kept a casual, wary distance. "Mm what did he do, I wonder?" she asked and formed it a question as if she just asked the women what time it was.

"I'm surprised to see a woman such as yourself, shoulder deep in dirt."

A small amused smile played on her lips, all thoughts of a meal temporarily forgotten as something a tad more interesting came along.

[Malakai]

"Poor human, indeed."

It takes a lot of courage and skill to sneak up on a shuck (and a woman digging a grave). But somehow this stranger manages to do so. Looking every bit as suspicious as the woman currently with ten chipped nails.

Either way Malakai has a flash image behind eyelid of raising the spade to her shoulder and swinging like a 80's slugger. It'd probably be a appropriate decision if Rebekah had been lunging at her. But given the vampire is keeping her healthy, polite, and safe distance. Malakai feels less inclined to pull a Sabra and send her head from her shoulders. Instead the cursed witch decides to ''play nice''. Keeping her shovel guarded against her calve and loosely grasped palm.

"Mm what did he do, I wonder?"

Rebekah might trouble herself with silly little digs of thought, but Malakai has lived two hundred years digging graves. Sometimes on her hands and knee's. She does not worry about ''why''. Does not fool herself with pitying thoughts of ''why did he deserve this?". Honestly she could care less. A job is a job, and the sooner she got it done the sooner she could go back to some normalcy in her life. Some shred of humanity.

Long sob story aside, it's a stupid question and she doesnt want to answer.

"I'm surprised to see a woman such as yourself, shoulder deep in dirt."

Malakai gives Rebekah a discreet once over. More of a promise of future jab as she makes some noise within her throat, kicking a tad dirt with the toe of her heel and patting the grave with her foot distractedly.

"Trying to make friendly conversation at a cemetary belittles you." She says. Oh Malakai, laying that charm on thick there~ "From the looks of it you have somewhere else to be."

Well, unless Rebekah got all dressed up to meet a grave. Then Malakai just felt less creeped out and more sorry for the pathetic vampire.

She has never liked any of them.

[Raining]

If Rebekah managed to surprised... this being-- it didn't show. Malakai didn't seem much too interested in striking up conversation, Rebekah was only trying to be... semi polite. Hanging around here with this... women was a lot more interesting than her casual feeds at the local clubs. Why mingle with intoxicated humans, when you can have chit chat with a supernatural being, in the middle of a cemetery? Definitely much more interesting, either this was Rebekah's human side wanting to sate her curiosity or this was her vampire side... playing before she decides to eat or move on. At this early in the night it was hard to tell which one will win her over.

This woman may be pretty, but Rebekah feels more inclined to keep a handsome man alive and well. Hmm 200 years and she still has yet to swing the other direction.

"Trying to make friendly conversation at a cemetary belittles you."

The amused smile only grew, at the woman's hostile or bitter words.

"From the looks of it you have somewhere else to be."

"From a woman of your... clear financial standing. I could say finding you grave digging belittles you? But there's no need to be rude, kitten."

Rebekah kept her distance, she wasn't sure if this lady had any super human strength... and this vampire didn't feel like getting hit with a sharp spade. She would still prefer to look attractive and alluring to make her night a little more fun and less screaming and running away. She can heal a broken neck... but its painful and takes a lot of blood to speed up the process.

Its a complicated procedure.
No one wants to date a woman with a broken neck.

Either way, she kept a polite distance, not exactly planning on battles to the death.

"I may have somewhere to be, but its not all that important. Humans are a dime a dozen. Not everyday you meet someone like yourself... as charming as you may be." she replied simply with a faux polite smile. There were only so many hits to Rebekah's pride before she gets a little grouchy.

But she was genuinely interested in this woman, so she can null some of them.

Until the claws come out, anyway.

"How long does it take for these humans to realize they have extra bodies in their cemetery?" she asked, but much like her first question upon entering, it wasn't meant to be answered. She would love to be humored, but it never turned out that way.

[Malakai]

"From a woman of your... clear financial standing. I could say finding you grave digging belittles you? But there's no need to be rude, kitten."

Malakai despises many things in this world. She hates cats. She dislikes vampires (maybe they are too alike in concept). But she absolutely loathes pet names. Even if it'd been Lyra with those red lips of hers calling her ''baby'' or ''snookums'' she would have cringed.

The immortal leans on the edge of her shovel, planting her elbows against it and draping wrist as she leans, crossing one ankle over the other. Her eyebrow hitching. "Of my clear financial standing?" She retorts, smiling shallowly as she goes on. "Oh do tell, what hint's you to it? Is it the heels?" She moves a foot by inch. "The mediocre hair cut?" And grabs at a stray loch to yank it once. "Maybe it's the hoodie and jeans? I knew they'd give me away! Alas!"

A near century around a melodramatic kitsune had not had her absent of theatricals. But the message is hopefully crystal clear. You dont know me.

"I may have somewhere to be, but its not all that important. Humans are a dime a dozen. Not everyday you meet someone like yourself... as charming as you may be." "How long does it take for these humans to realize they have extra bodies in their cemetery?

"You must be young." she says, with every much as ''young'' sounding like it's a synonym to stupid. "I didnt dig a new grave, look." And sure enough there is already a tombstone that glows bright in the moonlight. A man who'd lived up until the late 90's. His body decayed bone and maggot now. Nobody ever ''redug'' a grave to check on it, she supposed. That was just rude.

And those who visited their loved one's here would not pay much attention to this one -- he'd been eighty when he died with no wife or children buried around. She'd checked. Icus may have beat the lesson into her skull, but it was a lesson much appreciated. She couldnt have ''murderer'' tacked onto her family good name.

Malakai gathered up the shovel, shucking it to rest on her collar bone and over her shoulder as she took a walk, more than likely Rebekah following in tow. Reaching her shabby little rent car (She'd never much liked hybrids, much preferred faster choices. With enough horsepower to dust a racecar) she clicks a button and the trunk pops open. Carefully depositing the shovel, Malakai slams it shut and wiggles keys in her fingers.

"Okay," she says, waving her hand. "You can leave now."

[Raining]

((aahh sorry about the timeline-ness in this post))

Rebekah herself leans against the large cross topped grave stone, watches with clear amusement while Mal has her melodramatic moment. This woman was almost fun to toy with, although she had admit that this one could easily toy with her as well. If they had not met in a creepy graveyard... they might have became friends. Hah, no one in their right mind would befriend a vampire, not that she complains. Then again this woman wasn't human, her blood pumping through her veins had... she just didn't smell like her regular blood bags.

"No offence, kitten. But no sensible person would wear heels in a cemetery."

"You must be young. I didnt dig a new grave, look."

Rebekah feigned a look of innocence, "But surely, no one would see the grave was recently dug into. The officials certainly would not be called to investigate a possible, grave digging." she retorted while holding the look of an interested student. Make me look like a fool... I can play the same game.

"But you've thought about that haven't you."

Rebekah didn't know why she was in a badgering mood -- maybe it was just to see how far under her skin she can get before something happens. It would seem Malakai has already made her choice, packing her spade up. The Vampire would follow, casually all the way to the gravediggers car.

"Very charming."

"Okay, You can leave now."

Light green eyes would glance to the sky, "The night is still young, any plans..." she purposely let the end of her sentence fade, to see if Malakai would toss in a name. Rebekah didn't think so, so the Vampire would walk off a few feet before turning her head.

"It was a pleasure, kitten. Look me up in Boston, if you're in the area." a small smile and she was walking off to her own car, parked on the other side of the lot. It was a small chevy volt, a comfortable car if you're travelling a lot like she was.