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Haunting Boston NPC Journal ([personal profile] hauntingboston) wrote in [community profile] hauntedbostonrpg2016-02-12 08:07 pm
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Paranormal Meet-Up @ the Old Granary Burial Ground

The Old Granary Burial Ground, listed as one of Boston's top spots for tourists with a love of history and Instagram photo ops, sits on Tremont Street in modern day downtown. Founded in 1660, the grounds hold thousands of Boston's dead, both ordinary and famous. Its colonial roots make it the final resting spot for men such as Samuel Adams, John Hancock, and Paul Revere. Its macabre gravestones, some featuring death's winged head, make it a favorite for lovers of a dark aesthetic.

Boston's flourishing, paranormal enthusiast groups often use the Granary as a meet-up location, and so it is quite ordinary for a series of announcements to be posted on social media inviting those with a love of all things spooky to meet for free hot cocoa and conversation at sundown by the Franklin obelisk, monument to Benjamin Franklin's parents.

A few colorful candles offer a welcoming environment for those who wander close enough to join conversation.

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[personal profile] wild_hearses 2016-02-15 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Beverley stood on the fringes of the small group, which had taken to forming up clusters around graves of interest. She cupped her hands around a styrofoam cup of free cocoa. She wore a mustard yellow pea coat with her charcoal trousers and boots, hoping for look that was both professional and approachable, in case she was able to leverage any conversation into a business opportunity for GHC. Of course, she wouldn't mind if things veered in a more personal direction... She relished the opportunity to give her frank thoughts on hoaxes, for instance, or her avid belief in alien life. Paranormal meet-ups drew all types.

Six tiny marshmallows bobbed on the surface of her hot drink. She leaned closer to sip it and her eyeglasses fogged. "Shoot." She wiped a gloved finger inside each lens.

A man wandered closer. She looked up, optimistic, but was disappointed as he mumbled, "Excuse me," and shuffled past her to toss his cup in a garbage bag.