Jewell
```Do you feel it too? Things lost and found... They seem calm.```

Quiet ghastly whistles and howls fill his ears that make him shudder from the cold, pulling his blazer closer to his thin spindly figure. It wasn't that the place didn't seem unwelcoming, it was clear that it was in high maintenance but the thought of their being dead corpses beneath his feet was a tad bit unsettling, *Even if that wasn't exactly how graveyards worked.* It made him wonder more and more about the island, how long it had been around for, pokemon native to it and other trivial things as that. 

He looked off to the various lavender bushes that lined the outside of the gates, though he did feel quite unsettled in this environment the scent of lavender did manage to set himself to ease at some extent. Grimsley was more then aware off the two other people who currently seemed to be roaming the place, he always payed attention to his surroundings *Especially when there was such a small amount of people mingling around.* Had it not been for the dark type trainer sombre outfit choices he would have been more noticeable. 

The limelight from the foliage had made his ghastly pale skin seemingly illuminate, it was one of his most lifeless features. Anyone would think that he's a dead man, sometimes he liked to tell himself that he indeed **Was** Nothing more but a dead spirit roaming around the treacherous paths of the earth. This was one of the only places he wouldn't have left his pokemon out for free roam, he knew that they'd go off and bother the ghost like pokemon just for the fun of it. Sometimes he never really understood his team. 

The man carefully treaded onwards. He really wasn't the kind to go off and mingle away in graveyards to solemnly stare at the names of strangers he had never met. He hadn't expected there to not be anyone here but he could have sworn that he had seen either of the people once or twice before. Maybe he'd make the first move and offer a quick hello? Maybe they were here mourning their loved ones or relatives?

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You could only tell so much by looking at a person. Though this place was for things not so alive he couldn't help but feel like... Like things were calm and tranquil here. Yes it was quite and yes it was sombre, grim, maybe a tad bit off setting but... The elite four trainer felt as if he needn't worry for the dead. That they were happy living in whatever you'd call the next life be it as a spirit, living in haven, it all depended on how you look at it. He wondered whether people would still remember the countless of dead people here after all a person dies twice, once when they're buried in the grave and a second time is the last time somebody mentions your name.

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**AVEC;** 
`next up... Morty!`
Andy
```"I'm a man cut in half in this world."```

Wandering souls, lost memories and historical figures: that was what rested beneath the three's feet. It was a place where you felt as if everything would come to an end but that depended on people's point of view for death perhaps wasn't a dead end but more like the beginning of what people called the afterlife indeed.

Such a nice smell that traveled his nostrils, it was nothing like the reccurent scent of smoke that haunted his hometown, it was nice for a change although he admitted he kind of missed it as it reminded him of the person he wanted to become. 

Far from Morty the idea to mourn at the moment but he couldn't help but to look at the gravestones with a sadenned facial expression on which you could read regret and sorrow as if he *Knew* These people, which he didn't but it was always tragic to think these people ran out of time to live and share cheerful moments with their loved ones.

Ah of course he heard the two others making their way into what people called the sinned and stained ground of the graveyard yet he dared not say anything, from the shadows he preferred to take a glance at the pale figure that approached him from the corner of his eyes and inspect his formal outfit, it made him wonder what he was doing in such a place at this time of the day.

Yet his attention has been caught by another entity that he felt approaching him dangerously, before hearing a growl as it sounded to be a Pokemon, and perhaps footsteps, so many people were there but for what? He thought he'd be alone here tonight but it seemed that it wasn't the case. This time it was a woman, well dressed and her hair up, such a pretty person in such an obscure place..

Taking a step out of his darkened area, he cleared his throat as his scarf waved softly as the wind was blowing ever so softly. He didn't *Dare* To say anything just yet as he wasn't really the talkative kind.
Nicole
```*Spooked British Noises*```
Andrea
The female glanced at the graves as she walked around. She then realized there were probably dead bodies buried in the ground beneath her and the thought sent a chill down her spine... Or maybe that was just because of the cool air.

When the man stepped out of the dark, she let out a quiet yelp and stumbled backwards slightly. Yamper jumped out of her arms and tackled the man, thinking that he was a threat due to his trainer's reaction.