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Post by ghost on Oct 11, 2011 22:55:47 GMT -5
[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;] "That is deeply disturbing. You have turned my childhood crush into a tawdry punchline, and cheers very much for that." Spectra giggled, as she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, couldn't resist." |
[/b] She apologized, snapping her fingers again to go back to her previous dress. The so called stripper outfit, that she liked to call her Babydoll one. Drinking from her bottle, she looked around not feeling any different. Booze didn't work on Ghosts either but, she liked it because it made her feel human. Even crashing at a motel, made her feel human. "So, got a special someone in your life? Girl? Woman? Boy? Man? Something in between?"[/b] Spectra asked, in a teasing way when she listed all the things. Really, traveling through the country, you happen to see all types of people. With a mischievous look on her face, she tilted her head to the side cutely. Her hormones were taking over the longer she's around him but, she doesn't realize it whatsoever. All she knows is that she's more flirty. [/font][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 350px; padding: 20px 30px 160px 140px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Location: Motel room in Montana Music: I'm So Sick by Flyleaf Outfit: too lazy Notes: Is Ghostly love in the air?
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Post by Alec and Luke Byron on Oct 12, 2011 16:30:31 GMT -5
[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 laughed and shook his head. "I've got a ten show a week tour schedule and a steady but not overwhelming stream of fangirls. It's about all I've got the time or energy for, actual girlfriends and boyfriends want more attention than I've got to give them. When I'm not playing I'm rehearsing, when I'm not rehearsing I'm holed up with Rah writing and arranging, when I'm not doing that I'm training with Bishop to get up to hunter-speed, and when I'm not doing any of those things I usually try to grab a nap." "What girl's going to want to hear that she comes in last place to all that stuff?" Certainly not Victoria, his on-again/off-again girlfriend from high school. He'd been head over heels for that girl since they were both fourteen, but things had dissolved his senior year when it became more and more obvious that she was never going to be his priority. That hadn't sat well with Tor, she wasn't that sort. "Guys maybe deal with it better, but then they go out and screw everything they meet to prove they don't care." A shrug. "Fangirls are simpler." [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: Not to brag or anything. Boys. [/style] |
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Post by ghost on Oct 12, 2011 22:15:26 GMT -5
[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 listened to Luke as he spoke with a smile. It was soothing to hear him talk, without being thrown against the wall. Despite that it made her feel odd yet good inside. 'What is wrong with me? Do I have a fetish or something?' |
[/i] She asked herself, mentally wanting to know why she liked it so much. Usually that would have made her so pissed, that she would have set the room on fire. If Spectra could do that sort of thing, which she can't. "What girl's going to want to hear that she comes in last place to all that stuff?" Shrugging her shoulder, she had no idea what to say. "The girl might surprise you though."[/b] Spectra mused, drinking more of her Tequila. Still not feeling the effect from it whatsoever. Being a Ghost, makes you numb to everything happening around you and to you. So, that's always fun. Note the sarcasm. "Fangirls are simpler."Raising her brows at that, Spectra smirked as she walked closer to Luke. "What about Ghost girls?"[/b] She asked, with a little flirty look in her eyes. Now, that's what happened when your taken in the prime of your life! When your a ghost, you're fucking horny as hell and will try to screw the living!!!! [/font][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 350px; padding: 20px 30px 160px 140px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Location: Montana Music: drumming song by florance and the machine Outfit: too lazy Notes: Hormones are killer..
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Post by Alec and Luke Byron on Oct 12, 2011 22:41:36 GMT -5
[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]"She might," he sounded dubious, but I haven't met one yet who actually means it when she says she's willing to be last choice." He actually had more to say on the matter but the next question brought him up short. Ghost girls? Really? "Um. I never thought about it." Luke's surprise was great enough that he actually did stop and think about it, consider whether that would be possible, moral, or enjoyable. His first reaction was just 'ew', because what was he going to do? Stick it into her ectoplasm and wiggle it around? Gross. On further consideration he supposed it might be plausible, given that ghosts seemed to get more substantial in his presence. But the morality of it brought him up short. Luke might not always be the greatest guy, but he knew good and well that he could influence ghosts, what they thought and felt, could force them to do what he wanted them to. He knew that just being around ghosts riled them up, made them feel things they hadn't done in a long time. It wasn't right. Not right at all. "No," he said finally. "That's not an option." He might be a bit of a dick sometimes, but he wasn't a rapist. [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: Ran up against the moral dilemma. [/style] |
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Post by ghost on Oct 14, 2011 21:43:40 GMT -5
[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 didn't realize what she was doing. That she was practically hitting on poor living Luke. Until he spoke and told her no. Blinking her eery blue eyes, she registered what he had said and what she was doing. Frowning slightly, she backed away from him. "Did I just try to?" |
[/b] She asked, before slapping herself on her forehead. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! It's just being.."[/b] Spectra trailed off, only to sigh. "I should really go. I'm a Ghost, I don't need a Hotel room."[/b] She said, with a smile despite her hating to turn back into a Ghost again. She missed being solid and warm. Even though being around him made her a little loopy. She had to leave. Other wise she would have to worry about not raping him through out the entire night until morning. Spectra drunk the last of the Tequila and tossed it into the nearby trash can. "Bye."[/b] [/font][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, height: 350px; padding: 20px 30px 160px 140px; color: #412f23; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #828994;] Location: Montana Music: Like a Virgin by Madonna Outfit: tired Notes: don't want to be known as the raping ghost...
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Post by Alec and Luke Byron on Oct 14, 2011 22:52:11 GMT -5
[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 had a feeling, not unfamiliar to him (or, in fact, to any straight male in the history of time), that there was a cue here that he was missing. That he was probably meant to call after her, ask her to stay. Tell her...something. Something that girls understood and guys didn't. Probably something indicating that it, whatever it was, was all his fault. He didn't. It had been a long day, his head hurt and his patience was thin and he just wasn't up to dealing with somebody else's neuroses tonight. Especially not somebody dead and, apparently, both horny and prone to fits of short-term memory loss. Let her go. Find a hunter to help and flaunt her ectoplasmic ass at. He was sure it would be very complicated and enjoyable for everyone concerned. And that he was well out of it. "Goodbye, Mona. Take care of yourself." And that was that, he turned down the dome light to a bare glow and took the pills that would maybe let him sleep the night, and crawled into bed. [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 just so very, very tired. [/style] |
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