Fire It Up || Guerrilla [BTO] Jun 20, 2013 6:16:26 GMT -4
Post by Rafael de la Cruz on Jun 20, 2013 6:16:26 GMT -4
The Memorial Hall, at most times of the day, was devoid of all life. It was just a fact that no one cared to come inside, probably because most of the deceased being honored had no family left to mourn them, and because what mourners were left had better things to do than sit around and stare at pictures of their dead friends and relatives. The dead probably didn't mind that no one wanted to come see them. At least, that's what Rafael told himself. Ghosts couldn't argue with his logic, and they certainly couldn't dictate how Rafael behaved in a public (albeit empty) forum.
It was probably disrespectful to smoke in the Memorial Hall. It was also probably disrespectful to light a cigarette on the candle flickering just beneath the portrait of some fallen soldier and to busy oneself cleaning a machete while leaning against a placard commemorating another. If Rafael cared at all for mushy sentimentalities like respecting the fallen or lighting candles for ghosts that he didn't believe in, he might have considered not doing any of these things, especially not in rapid succession.
The fact that he was alone was only giving Rafael greater incentive to fuck around. In fact, the Memorial Hall was so frequently deserted that it often served as little more than a glorified clubhouse for him -- not as if he would suddenly sprout a sense of dignity or respect for the dead had someone joined him in there anyway. His favorite justification for his disrespect was by far the fact that there was no sign anywhere near the memorial Hall telling him anything otherwise. "Use common sense" wasn't a rule listed anywhere, and so Rafael considered himself immune from even that sliver of public etiquette.
It was easy to get away with doing whatever he wanted in the Memorial Hall when no one was around to rebuke him for it. He had only been caught using the Memorial Hall as his own personal clubhouse a few times so far, and the most anyone could do to stop him was snap a few unfriendly words at him, which were easily deflected or countered. He didn't keep his guard up at all, although he faced the door; anyone that came in wasn't going to bother him or even offend him. Rafael was never one to let anybody perturb him, especially when he was going to any lengths to relax.