How This Tainted Love Started.. (luke)

[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a9a9a9 url(http://i51.tinypic.com/143p6yp.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #9d8e7d; border: 0px; width: 500px;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 250px 20px; color: #000; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #9d9d9d;] "Pretty much," he laughed. "Never a dull moment. Except that being on the road is all made up of dull moments, just in between the crazed excitement." He fiddled vaguely with his hair, making sure it was smoothed down over the scar. "So how do you help out hunters? Do you manifest to them or what?" His experience with hunters was that a lot of them would shoot-with-rock-salt first and ask questions later. Though the cuteness might have been a factor, Luke's other experience with hunters was that a lot of them were unabashed horndogs. Location: A Motel Room in Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants Notes: Shy.

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Spectra giggled softly when Luke said that there was never a dull moment. "I figured that. Life is never normal when Hunters are in them."

[/b] She said, as she got on her stomach and rolled onto her back. Putting her head almost off the bed but, right on the edge. Though being a Ghost, it was like the bed was still there under her head.

"So how do you help out hunters? Do you manifest to them or what?" Letting a sheepish smile curve her pouty lips, Spectra looked to the side. "Usually, I meet them after finding out what they're hunting. I'm the Hunter of Hunters, I guess you could say. But, sometimes, I get a little impatient and appear in their hotel rooms or cars. Mostly the hotel room since they would probably get in a car accident if they saw me."[/b] She explained, before laughing again. "Sometimes I'm greeted with rock salt aimed at my head but, that doesn't stop me from coming back."[/b]
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Location: Luke and Spectra's motel room in Montana
Music: Monster by Skillet
Outfit: Ghostly Babydoll
Notes: Finally, caught up with all my posts!!!
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Luke laughed and shook his head. "None of them have ever tried to chase down your story, find your bones? Or whatever your anchor is." He didn't ask what or where it was. That would, he felt in some obscure way, be rude. "You've been pretty lucky so far." By the standards of Luke's experience, Mona was relatively new at this ghost gig, he was a little worried that she'd get in over her head. Why should he be worried about her? It didn't make any logical sense, she'd gone way out of her way to make the point that she could take care of herself. He decided that he was probably just tired. It had been a long day and the headache was coiled around his brain like a python, squeezing but not yet constricted tight. It was coming, though. It might wake him in the middle of the night, force him to take one of the pills that would leave him groggy and helpless in the morning, having to lie on the bed while Norah packed up his shit, Alec pulled a shirt on over his head and pushed Vans onto his feet so that he could lead him the ten steps up into the RV and back to Norah's bed. Goddamn he was tired. Not sleepy, but the soul-weary exhaustion that rode him when they'd been pushing too hard. Vegas was coming soon, he reminded himself. Soon. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: A motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants Notes: I am much too fond of making this boy suffer. I think that makes me a bad person. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] When Luke asked if Hunters ever tracked her story or found her anchor. Well, her anchor is the heart necklace with the rose in the necklace that is around her neck at this very moment. And since she never tells anyone her story, no one has ever tracked it. So, she was still smart. "I may not seem like it but, I'm very careful about whom I tell my story to."

[/b] Spectra explained, with a cleaver smile on her baby like face. Biting her lower lip, she was looking around the room all of the sudden.

"Like if I told someone like you, I would probably trust you with my story. To keep it secret from other Hunters. But, I don't want to make your headaches any worse with my problems."[/b] She said, remembering earlier when he said that he gets bad headaches when ghosts are around. And that they get even worse when they tell him the story of their murders. Looking up at Luke, her blue eyes were still that eery shade though they were different then the eyes of other ghosts. They were still warm, gentle and compassionate. Not cold, hard and emotionless. Because she was still remembering her human life and how to act like a human. Though she's still waiting for her own little 'Ghostly Trio' to try and make her into a real ghost like the ghosts that Casper had. Yep, that was her. Spectra, the friendly neighborhood Living Dead Girl. That sounded better then Ghost.
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Location: Luke and Spectra's motel room in Montana
Music: Howl by Florence and the Machine
Outfit: Ghostly Babydoll
Notes:
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "Don't tell me," he warned, quiet and earnest. "Not because of the headaches, they happen whether people tell me stuff or not. It's not the stories that cause 'em, it's just...life. Or, rather, death." He shrugged, it was useless to try to explain it or excuse it. "Don't tell me 'cause my perspective is dangerous to you. You think I'm a nice guy, sitting here chatting with you, talking about hunting. But I do horrible things to the dead. I use them, shove them around, change them just by being there." He reached over, quick in a way that was entirely human but which looked faster than it was simply because it was so focused, so directed after his mellow clumsy fumbling thus far. His hand caught her wrist, wrapped around it, the press of flesh on flesh even though she didn't have any flesh to touch. "Being around me amps you up. Makes you stronger, makes you more human. Makes it harder to lose it again when I leave." He let go of her again, rubbed his palm against the knee of his pj pants. "Don't trust me, Mona. I'm not good for ghosts." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: Ugly truths that sound like self-pity. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Spectra heard Luke tell her not to tell him her story. She was about to ask why when he started going down the list of why. Trying her best not to show her fear, she sat up and swallowed lightly. So much for having a human friend. Laughing softly, she was trying to make the best of it. Despite the instant tension in the room. "You couldn't be that bad, Luke. You should see me on a bad day."

[/b] Spectra joked, but she could tell that it didn't work.

Especially, when he grabbed her wrist causing her to gasp lightly. "Being around me amps you up. Makes you stronger, makes you more human. Makes it harder to lose it again when I leave." Her blue eyes were fearful after hearing those words. Great, she was visible to everyone in the world. Luke then said that he was no good for ghosts, using her real name. Shaking her head, Spectra got off the bed and moved to be on her knees, in front of the Psychic. "To me, you seem harmless. You're a sweet guy despite your flaws. You shouldn't let it make you into a bad person." 'Or make me into a bad ghost.' She thought the last part, to herself.

Spectra couldn't help but, feel afraid now. She had no idea what to do now.
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Location: Montana
Music: Do It like a Dude by Jessie J
Outfit: too lazy
Notes:Spectra is a fraidy ghost girl now..
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] "You say that like it's a choice or something. Like I can decide not to crank every ghost I meet up to eleven for a few hours and then abandon them and leave them helpless and watching their humanity fade back away like smoke." He shook his head. "It's just what I am. I've spent years trying to find a way to switch it off, or even just dial it back. I couldn't figure out how other mediums ever got hold of their shit, how any of them could function if they were like me. Turns out they're not. That normal mediums can just talk to ghosts, sometimes even that's sporadic." He smiled at her, reached down and brushed her bangs back off her cheek and tucked them behind her ear. His fingertips were warm and slightly rough, stroking her cheek and hair in an utter impossibility. "Best I can do is decide how I use the rest of it. I could spend all night slamming you against walls. Could cut you and make you bleed with it. All the shit that you ought to be immune to by being dead, you're not. Not with me. Worse, I could force you to do things I choose. Order you to attack other people, lock you in one place. It's not right, a person shouldn't be able to do that to somebody else. I may or may not be a decent guy, but I'm not harmless." [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: Fair warning. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Listening to the boy in front of her, Spectra felt sympathy in her heart for him. Though she was mostly feeling fear because he could do whatever he wanted to her. Make her feel pain, bleed and bruise. Biting her lower lip, she just sighed. "My mom always told me that things happen for a reason.."

[/b] She started, knowing that Luke would lash out at her but, she was going to take it. Even if it did result in her being pushed against the wall again. "Maybe you were given more because of the Hunters that flock to your band. To help with Ghosts that deserve to be put to rest. Instead of haunting the living."[/b] Spectra finished her thought, just to see his hand on her smooth cheek.

It's only been a year since she's felt something or some one and, it felt amazing. Her blue eyes closed as she leaned into his gentle yet rough touch. "Best I can do is decide how I use the rest of it. I could spend all night slamming you against walls. Could cut you and make you bleed with it. All the shit that you ought to be immune to by being dead, you're not. Not with me. Worse, I could force you to do things I choose. Order you to attack other people, lock you in one place. It's not right, a person shouldn't be able to do that to somebody else. I may or may not be a decent guy, but I'm not harmless." Then, Spectra opened her eyes and audibly gulped when he said those words.

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Location: Montana
Music: Kiss with a Fist by Florence and the Machine
Outfit: too lazy
Notes: Mixed Emotions...
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] He looked pained. "Really? You figure your death was for a reason?" Luke shook his head, tucked Mona's hair back on the other side and stood up to go pour himself another drink. "I'm like this because I got hit by a car and because my mother has a little bit of what she calls a 'twinkle'. Apparently cracking my head in half like an egg turned a twinkle into a floodlight." Luke poured himself a weak rum and coke and leaned back against the dresser so that he wouldn't go back and pet on Mona again. It would only make it worse for her when she took off, or he did. A swallow of his drink and he asked, "What are you looking for, Mona? A hunter to work with? A particular kind of case that draws at you?" He could at least try to help her some after being an ass to her earlier and then spooking her by telling her the truth. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: He's sorry. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] "No, it was because my Dad was a.."

[/b] Spectra stopped herself, before she slipped up and said that her Father was a close minded bastard and killed both her and her Mother. Looking away, she sighed as she mentally abused herself. Really, after what Luke has said earlier, she didn't want to resist telling him more about her death. He had truly scared her to her very core. Watching him stand, mix up a drink and speak, Spectra felt different things. She wanted to run away. To kiss him. To have him toss her on the wall or the bed.

"God damn, teen hormones!"[/i] Spectra hissed mentally, to herself as she walked over to Luke. "Just needed a place to crash. And since apparently, I'm flesh and blood now. I can't just waltz through the wall into another room."[/b] She explained, with a shrug of her shoulder before crouching down and pulling out a little mini bottle of Tequila. Now, her Mother was a Catholic but, she wasn't a Bible Beater like her Father was. So, she would sneak her some alcohol. Saying that she wanted to see how her daughter would be drunk or tipsy before she would go out with friends when she was older.

Sadly, her friends were mourning her death and drank her in honor. Spectra put her hand on the bottle top and was trying to unscrew it. But, I guess after a year of not opening things with human hands made her a little rusty because she couldn't get it to pop open. And not wanting to seem weak, she was still trying despite it starting to be funny to watch.

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Location: Montana
Music: Kiss with a Fist (I love that song)
Outfit: still too lazy
Notes:Being rusty can lead to comic relief.. Or another type of relief in the teens case.
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] He gave her a knowing sort of smile but didn't pursue the thing about her father. He'd meant it when he said that it would be better for her if she didn't tell him, and the point had been made. Instead he said, "You're not flesh and blood. You're just more corporeal than usual because you're around me. Get a hundred yards from me, maybe not even that far and it'll fade and you'll be back to normal." A bit of warning, 'back to normal' would include whatever mental and spiritual degradation that occured since her death. Which wouldn't be too much, she was pretty new at this, but enough that she'd probably feel it when it happened. Which had him adding, "I don't think that's going to do you much good, but here?" He held his hand out for the bottle, offering silently to open it for her rather than let her keep fumbling. "I'd offer mixers, but I think if it's gonna work at all it'll be weakened already, straight probably would do you better." He wasn't sure, it had never come up. But instinct said it would, and he'd learned that his gut feelings about this sort of thing tended to be right. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: Drunken ghost? Kinda weird. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] "I know but, it just feels like it. I mean, I can touch and feel things. To me, after a year, that feels like I'm human again."

[/b] Spectra explained, really feeling normal once again. Even though once she got away from him, she would be dead and invisible to the world. Which she hated that. She hated to watch the world go by and just have her, in her frozen self as a sixteen year old girl. And of course, one thing about her ghostly-ness, they would still cause the lights to flicker when she was upset. Sensing it, Spectra calmed down and stopped it. "Sorry about that."[/b] She apologized, handing Luke the little bottle.

Catching what he said about mixing it, she shook her head with a little cute smirk. If a smirk could look cute on her. "I'm no stranger to alcohol. No matter how innocent I look, I'm no stranger to it."[/b] Spectra told Luke, with a wink. Again her teenager hormones were rampaging through her veins. When she was human, they were more under control and not as rampant. Brushing her blonde bangs behind her ears, she watched as he opened the bottle for her.
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Location: Motel room in Montana
Music: My Boy Builds Coffins by Florence and the machine
Outfit: tired..
Notes: Spectra, down girl..
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] He twisted off the inconveniently-small cap and held the one-shot bottle out to Mona. "I'm sure you're a real party girl, hon. Again I am forced to reference the 'Wednesday Addams grew up and became a stripper' outfit." Giving her a sleepy-eyed smile, Luke looked her over and then had to ask, "Did they actually bury you in that? Or have you figured out a way to change your appearance?" Some ghosts did, it wasn't real common, but then Mona seemed to do a lot of things that weren't all that common for ghosts, like feeling the need to sleep (or at least spend the nights somewhere) and traveling wherever she felt like. It intrigued him, rather, while he still never let himself forget that there was more chance of the two of them damaging one another than being friendly, at least in the long run. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: Trying for caution. [/style]

[ghost]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #a4a9b1 url(http://teaandheresy.com/due/mona01back.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #c1a28d; border: 0px; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] A small little idea popped into Spectra head when Luke called her outfit, Wednesday Addams turned Stripper. Giggling softly, she brightly smiled. "I hate to correct you but.. This would be Wednesday's stripper outfit."

[/b] She said, snapping her fingers making her dress turn into two pieces. The top was low cut, showing a good amount of cleavage while the bottom turned into a mini skirt. Doing a little 'ta-da' pose, she still smiled waiting to see his reaction to it. 'He must like my stripper outfit since he couldn't talk mentioning it.'[/i] Spectra thought to herself, about her dress before switching to this.

Hearing Luke ask if she was buried in her previous dress and if she figured out how to change her appearance. Looking down at herself, Spectra nodded. "It's a pretty fair guess that I have. And yes, I was buried in that dress. In the town I was raised in, knew that was my favorite dress since whenever something special happened, I would be in it. So, they figured might as well bury me in it as well."[/b] She explained, still in the Wednesday Addams stripper outfit drinking the mini bottle of Tequila. She looked like a innocent version of Wednesday, if that was possible with her blonde pig tails and baby face. Then again, a Snake is nice to look at but is still fatal when provoked.
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Location: Motel room in Montana
Music: Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy by Tata Young
Outfit: Wednesday's true Stripper outfit
Notes: To say that he keeps calling her outfit, a Stripper dress, he seems to liking staring at it..
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[Alec and Luke Byron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2csj3t2.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #33291c; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Luke nodded and looked Mona over, then said pleasantly, "That is deeply disturbing. You have turned my childhood crush into a tawdry punchline, and cheers very much for that." He sort of toasted her with his plastic glass. "Nice trick with the clothes, though. That's got to be convenient for blending in when you want to go visible." He was still trying to get a sense of this ghost, figure out what she wanted. It was all very nice for her to claim to only want a peaceful place to spend the night, but as ghosts don't sleep, don't get cold, don't need rest, and don't require shelter, that seemed a bit disingenuous. And as he'd already warned her that he wasn't a safe person, or even necessarily a benevolent force, why was she still here if not because she wanted something? It would be lovely and all for her to say she was just enjoying the company but he wasn't really all that entertaining. Still, no need to be rude, and so he kept the conversation rolling and his reservations to himself. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: The Golden Age - Asteroid Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants and wet hair Notes: His momma raised him to be polite. [/style]