How This Tainted Love Started.. (luke)

[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 walked along the busy street, invisible to the human world. Completely null and void. No longer flesh and blood. Just a bit of ice cold mist that people feel on their skin when she passes by. Blowing a strand of her blonde hair out of her face, she put it behind her right ear. Her hair was in the usual ponytails with the black headband. Spectra remembered when her Mother said that she looked like Wednesday if she was a blonde baby doll, since she had on a black dress like this one. Well, everything's she's wearing is what she was buried in. So, it's her permanent outfit for all of eternity. Seeing a motel up ahead, Spectra smiled. "Might as well rest for the night."

[/b] She said aloud to herself, using her powers and zoomed forward to get inside and look around for an empty room. 'Even though I don't need it..'[/color] She told herself, mentally seeing since she's dead and doesn't get tired anymore. Peeping her head through one of the rooms, she immediately pulled out of the room with a shudder.

"Didn't need to see that.."[/b] Spectra said, seeing a couple having sex. Like whips, leather strips. Gags, the works. Letting out another shudder, she walked down a few more rooms and found a nice empty one and went sat on the bed. Seeing the radio on the nightstand, she smiled softly before snapping her fingers towards the radio. Two seconds later, Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie was lightly coming through the speakers. Getting up, Spectra started to dance to the music and it wasn't like the typical head banger dancing, it was a more slow and sultry dance. It still fit the music so, it didn't look odd.

But, the dancing was cut short when she heard someone messing with the doorknob. Without even turning off the music, Spectra went into the bathroom through the door and into the little shower. Twirling her hair, she was nervously about who it was. It couldn't have been the owner of the place since she couldn't be seen but, it could be a Hunter staying at the motel. Meaning she was a sitting duck if she was found out.
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Location: Motel somewhere in Montana
Music: Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson
Outfit:Ghostly Babydoll
Notes: Poor Little Spectra! Scared out of her mind!
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[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;] It had been a good show, they'd played at a nightclub right near the college campus, Luke loved those kinds of gigs. The audience generally had at least a decent proportion of people who'd actually heard of them and the crowds were small enough that he felt like they could really reach everybody in the audience. They'd played some of the stuff from Filth Wizardry, whic h was only just now hitting the selves, and it'd gotten a good reception. The afterparty had been intense but short, also good. So all in all Luke was feeling good, if tired and borderline headachey, as they got back to the motel. Letting himself into his room, Luke pulled off the bowler hat he'd been wearing (protecting his eyes from the stage lights really did make all the difference, he'd already ordered several more hats on the internet and a couple more pairs of prescription lenses with the blue tint that helped so much) and tossed it onto the dresser even as he frowned a bit. He didn't remember leaving the radio on, maybe the maid had turned it on while she cleaned? In any case, he flicked it off and sat down on the edge of the bed to work his way out of his boots, thenran his hands through the sweat-heavy locks of his hair. He pulled a bottle of Meyer's Dark out of a drawer and a bottle of Coke out of the tiny, rattly fridge and poured himself a drink even as he headed to go take a shower and get the smell of stage and fangirl off him. When he stepped into the bathroom and saw the blonde with the pigtails he heaved an audible sigh and drained his glass, set it down next to the sink. "Jesus Christ, lady, not tonight? I'm sure it's a real sad story and you've got unfinished business and what not, but can't you just...haunt somebody else tonight? I'm tired." Location: Luke's Motel Room, Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: A vest and jeans, no shirt. Notes: He just wanted a drink and a shower.

[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 someone about to get into the bathroom and she closed her eyes to turn invisible. But, when the person came in and spoke, she blinked a few times as she stared at the guy. The cute surfer boy guy. At first, she was going to ask how he could see her but, catching what he was saying in that cocky tone, her eery blue eyes glared daggers at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "You must really be full of yourself if you think I just came here to haunt you."

[/b] Spectra said, her soft voice laced with venom that was only used when she was angry.

Stepping out of the shower, she got closer to him. Right now, she herself was feeling a little cocky as well. "You know what? I think I might just stay here for the night. Just to mess with you for a while."[/b] Spectra told him, with a sarcastic smile before leaving the bathroom with a light hum. Sitting back on the bed, she saw the hat and smiled as a little idea crossed her mind.

Picking up the hat with one hand, she took her hair loose with the other, shaking her blonde waves loose before putting the hat on her head having it cocked to the side a bit. Turning the radio back on, Spectra started to dance as another rock song came in. If she remembered correctly, it was Tainted Love by another one of her favorite singers, Marilyn Manson. "Take my tears and that's not nearly all!!! Tainted Love!"[/b] She sung along loudly, with that little smirk on her full lips. She could be bad when she wanted to be.
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Location:Luke's (and Spectra's) motel room in Montana
Music: Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson
Outfit:Ghostly Babydoll
Notes:Ooh, she's upset.. Not exactly the best thing to happen.
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[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;] Luke scowled and followed her out to the main room, already going over to make another drink. "Knock that shit off." He poured another rum and coke, a little stronger than the last. This was going to hurt. "I told you that I'm not in...the...mood!" He lashed out with the part of his mind that was always there, always open and undefended and which he'd only recently learned to harness with intent. Parkers Crossroads had been an unceasing nightmare of agony and terror, eleven days of being lashed by death and horror every waking moment punctuated only by the blessed silence of the times when Castiel had knocked him out for a few hours to protect his mind from breaking entirely. But it hadn't been for nothing. Luke had known for a long time that he had a certain amount of control over ghosts, but that power had grown exponentially during the endless private battle of the time he'd spent surrounded by demontaint and angry, aimless death. Or, and this was a private suspicion, his power hadn't grown but his willingness to use it had. And he pushed out with that power now, driving it at this blonde ghost like a battering ram, trying to shove her back into the wall and pin her in place. "I am so fucking sick of being shoved around by the dead! Seven fucking years without a minute's peace, I don't owe you anything." The rage and helplessness and the weight of spending half his life in pain or buried under other peoples' grief was all there in the strength of the wave of power driving Spectra back away from him, his power had always been strengthened by pain. Location: Luke's Motel Room, Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: A vest and jeans, no shirt. Notes: I really do love to hurt him.

[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 was having fun tormenting the boy in the room. Poking her tongue at him, when he told her to stop. But, when she was forced against the wall, knocking the hat off her head, her blue eyes were wide in terror. "I am so fucking sick of being shoved around by the dead! Seven fucking years without a minute's peace, I don't owe you anything." Hearing him lash out like that made her feel bad instantly about staying in the room. But, if he hadn't had gotten her mad at first, she wouldn't be pinned to the wall like this. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to seem like I was barging in. I just want to stay in a room that's not being used for sexual proposes."

[/b] Spectra apologized, shuddering when she said the last sentence because of what she saw before finding this room. Reaching up as best as she could, she put her hair back into the ponytails and adjusted her headband. Letting out a sigh, she looked at the surfer boy/psychic. "Umm, mind letting me down now?"[/b]

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Location:Luke's (and Spectra's) motel room in Montana
Music:Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson
Outfit:Ghostly Babydoll
Notes: Oh, what a tangled Web we weave!
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[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;] Fucking ghosts. One minute she's taunting him and threatening psychological torture, the next it's all 'Oh, tee hee hee, I didn't mean it! I just didn't want my innocent eyes to be exposed to icky sex! Gosh, why are you being so unreasonable?' Typical. He pulled the power away all in a rush, dropping her without warning, and immediately drained his glass of heavily-spiked soda. "You couldn't have chosen my sister's room? You could dance the hootchie-cootch on top of her TV and she wouldn't have noticed you." Luke had always found it hilarious just how much of a psychic null Norah really was, even as she attracted every supernatural ghoulie and ghastie and long-leggedy beastie that passed within a hundred miles. The temptation was definitely there to pour another drink already, but Luke wouldn't do it. He wanted it too much. Instead he poured another soda and found his ever-present bottle of Tylenol, popping three in his mouth anc chewing them so they'd kick in as quickly as possible. Sounding tired, but less cranky than he had, "So what's your story, then? What are you after?" Location: Luke's Motel Room, Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: A vest and jeans, no shirt. Notes: Another headache, always another one.

[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 knew that he heard her ask to be put down but, she wasn't sure of when he was going to do it. Until her ass hit the floor. "Aw, fuck!"

[/b] She yelped, rubbing her butt lightly trying to calm the stinging pain. But, then she had to wonder how she ended up feeling pain. Maybe it was because she was around a Psychic that had her pinned against the wall? Somehow making her solid for a short amount of time. "You couldn't have chosen my sister's room? You could dance the hootchie-cootch on top of her TV and she wouldn't have noticed you."

"Hoochie cootch? Sorry but, I don't go that way."[/b] Spectra told him, standing up brushing off her dress. She was somewhat glad that she had picked his room to stay in. He was cute when he wasn't yelling at her. She watched him go from the spiked soda to regular soda when he popped three pills. "Maybe if you laid off the booze, you wouldn't need the pills."[/b] Thinking that the alcohol was getting to him.

"So what's your story, then? What are you after?" Raising a brow, she was confused about what he had said. But, realizing what he meant, she sighed. She hated to talk about how she died. "Sorry if I'm not one of those Ghost girls that just tells someone her story when they ask. I don't like talking about it."[/b] And the reason why was because she hated her Father so much that it made her powers go out of wack.

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Location: Luke's (and Spectra's) Motel room in Montana
Music: Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson
Outfit: Ghostly Babydoll
Notes: She doesn't like talking about it, surprisingly..
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[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;] "Oh yeah." He grinned almost reluctantly, like he really didn't want to find it funny. "I can tell by the ponytails and goth-stripper outfit that you're one of those wholesome, innocent ghosts who would never dream of teasing the living just because you assume that they can't fight back. Wait, except for the fact that you just did that three minutes ago." He went over and sat on the side of the bed, opening up the nightstand drawer and pulling out a hair brush to start getting the tangles out of his long hair. "And if I could lay off the ghosts I wouldn't need the pills. The booze just takes the edge off when I'm not willing to take one of the serious painkillers." Why had he even told her that? Oh, yeah, because he was just beginning to admit to himself that he'd been a dick and he really ought to stop that. A long breath in, another out, and he said far more gently, "Look, I'm sorry. I'm being an asshole. It's just already been a long day and a longer night and generally when ghosts turn up it's because they want something out of me. Some message delivered, some wrong righted, somebody to listen to their sad story. It gets..." Exhausting. Heartbreaking. Maddening. Agonizing. "rough." Still running the brush through his hair, giving glimpses now and then of a thick, curving scar that ran across the whole back of his head. "My name's Luke. What's yours?" If he was going to be civil, he might as well do it right. Location: Luke's Motel Room, Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: A vest and jeans, no shirt. Notes: His Momma raised him to be polite.

[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 can tell by the ponytails and goth-stripper outfit that you're one of those wholesome, innocent ghosts who would never dream of teasing the living just because you assume that they can't fight back. Wait, except for the fact that you just did that three minutes ago." "I'm sorry about that earlier. Had a hard death."

[/b] Spectra said, before putting her hands on her hips walking over to him. "And I'm going to let you have the goth-stripper outfit."[/b] She told him, with a wink before sitting down next to him. Well, at the foot of the bed. Not right next to him.

She listened to him say about the ghosts always coming to him and twirled her blonde hair around her finger. She felt bad for him. "It sounds rough."[/b] Spectra said, looking down at the floor. How could other Ghost be that needy? Are they that miserable in the afterlife that they have to find this poor guy and taunt him? Thank God that she's not that needy.

"My name's Luke. What's yours?" Turning to him, she saw the scar on the back of his head when he was messing with his hair. But, she ignored it. "When I was alive, my name was Mona. But, when I died, I changed it to my middle name, Spectra. And the reason I still remember is because I only died a year ago. Most ghosts don't remember a thing from their human lives."[/b] She explained, turning her eyes back to the floor taking her foot out of her shoe and making designs on the carpet, out of boredom. Going off into her own little world, she didn't realize that she was touching Luke's leg. Like, actually touching him.

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Location: Luke's (and Spectra's) motel room in Montana
Music: Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson
Outfit: Ghostly Babydoll
Notes: yay! thing's are lighting up!
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[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;] "I like Mona better," he said, not really thinking about it. Just an instant thought. "And a lot of them don't remember anything. More remember one or two things but remember them wrong, misinterpret them." He nudged his knee against hers, trying to get her to look at him again. "Keep remembering who you were, okay? Everything about it, good and bad, even the stuff that seems trivial or petty or dumb. Like your first grade teacher, the girl who used to be mean to you in junior high, the cartoons you used to like. All that stuff, that's what keeps you real. That's what keeps you thinking like a person." He took another swallow of Coke, mostly to clear the salty-bitter taste of Tylenol out of his mouth and said, "Look, I reek like sweat and some kind of fruit perfume that this chick at the afterparty was wearing and she kept--never mind." Hard to tell under his tan, but he might have actually blushed a little there. "And I think I still have some mascara on. If I go grab a shower real quick d'you promise not to go all Moaning Myrtle on me? You can stay and whatever, we'll hang after, but I feel sticky and disgusting." When they did auditorium shows a lot of times there was a shower room somewhere, or even bathrooms attached to the dressing rooms that had showers in them, but clubs didn't have that. It kind of sucked because usually that was the second thing he wanted when he came offstage. First was a huge bottle of water, second was to wash off the sweat and stage makeup. "Just gimme ten or fifteen?" He felt a little weird asking a girl he barely knew to entertain herself while he showered, but after all, she had sort of invited herself into his room for an indefinite period. The fact that his reactions to said girl weren't notably different than they would have been if she were alive was just proof of how much time he spent dealing with ghosts. At worst they were dangerous, but at best they were just people and he interacted with them as such. Location: A Motel Room in Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: A vest and jeans, no shirt. Notes: It's weird how normal he finds this.

[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;] Hearing Luke say that he preferred her mortal name better made Spectra smile. "Well then, you are now the first and only one I want to call me, Mona. I trust you, it's just other people I don't trust to know it. Meanly Hunters because they don't want to see if I'm good or bad. They just want to burn my bones to get rid of me.." She said, before hearing him tell her to keep remembering things from her human life. Like her first grade teacher and other little things like that. Giggling softly, Spectra nodded. "I'll always remember my first crush. I just feel bad that I never got to tell him that I liked him."

[/b] She mused, as she remembered what he looked like. He looked like Luke only paler and his short was way shorter.

Anyway, when he said that he was going to take a shower because of a fan girl was on him, she had to laugh again. Mostly because it seemed like he was embarrassed to say what happened. But, having a good imagination, she understood. "I got it and I promise not to turn into Moaning Myrtle. Though it has been a while since I sneaked into the boy's locker room at the local school."[/b] Spectra teased, with innocent look on her face. It didn't take long for her to break down and laugh, obviously letting him know that she was joking.

"Just gimme ten or fifteen?" Nodding once again, she watched him go into the bathroom and close the door. Falling back onto the bed, unknowingly making her dress ride up higher on her legs, up to the middle of her thighs. Spectra starting humming to herself before it turned into a song. "Sweet dreams are made of this.. Who am I to disagree? I traveled the world and the seven seas.. Everybody is looking for something.."[/b] She sang the haunting melody to herself. Letting her mind wander.
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Location: Luke's (and Spectra's) motel room in Montana
Music: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning
Outfit:Ghostly Babydoll
Notes:Since it seems that Spectra and Luke can touch eachother.. Maybe they could have a little fun? *winks*
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[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;] True to his word, Luke wasn't gone long. The shower ran for ten minutes or so and a few minutes later he came out with his dirty clothes bundled up to shove into a duffel bag (travel as much as he did and you develop a system for these things) and him dressed in a pair of striped PJ pants with comb-tracks still visible in his wet hair. "God, so much better." He moved around the room, correcting the slight mess of his arrival, checking that the guitar cases were stacked securely against the wall. He didn't have the glasses on, so he produced a funny-looking battery-powered LED lamp that sat under a translucent pink-orangeish plastic dome and lit that, setting it on the dresser and flicking off the lamp over the nightstand. The battery lamp gave off a soft, cool light that was only a little dimmer than the incandescent light had been but which was noticeably sourceless, the shape of the diffusing shade lit the room evenly, no bright spots or deep shadows while the dome itself only seemed to glow gently, not looking all that bright. "Photosensitive," he shrugged as he explained it to Mona, not quite embarrassed about it but not quite not, either. "So is here home? Not the motel, I mean, but this town?" There weren't a lot of ghosts who could travel far from their places of death, but it did happen. Location: A Motel Room in Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants Notes: Bizarro-world getting to know you chit-chat.

[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;] Singing all while Luke was in the shower, Spectra turned over and laid on the bed on her stomach. Her dress got a little bit more high but, she smoothed it down just as he came back into the room. Looking over her shoulder, she was instantly thankful that she wasn't alive otherwise he would have seen her pale face turn as red as a rose. Just from him only wearing pj pants and no shirt. 'Cool it with the teenage hormones, Mona!'

[/i] She thought to herself, as Luke explained why he had the lamp.

"So is here home? Not the motel, I mean, but this town?" Shaking her head no, Spectra let her lips curve into a smile. "No.. I've been traveling from state to state, helping Hunters when they can't figure out what they're hunting. With my Mom being a Hunter, she taught me everything about Monsters and everything."[/b] She said, with a smile but when she mentioned her Mother it faded. "She was going to take me on my first Hunt with her, when we were both killed."[/b] She said without even realizing it. Shaking her head, she let out a shaky breath putting a sheepish smile on her face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to tell you that.."[/b]

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Location: Luke and Spectra's Motel room in Montana
Music: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning
Outfit: Too lazy to repost the link X3
Notes: Spectra's in a teasing mood so that's why she's acting that way.
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[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;] Luke found himself noticing just how much smooth white thigh was being exposed as Mona rolled around on the bed, but he managed to play it cool largely by reminding himself that she was dead, ferchrissakes, she didn't need to be putting up with guys macking on her postmortem. And so he managed not to stare or anything, easier when she mentioned her mother. "It's cool," he said gently. "Sorry to hear about you losing her." He grabbed a water because he'd already brushed his teeth and didn't want another soda, he sat down at the other end of the bed. "We've got some hunters traveling with us at the moment. Well," he laughed, "all moments. My sister is...it's hard to explain, but she's got this thing where she finds dangerous, frightening men cute and wants to take care of them. Most recently she's started dating a phoenix who is, apparently, about eight bazillion years old and is a hunter because what else are you going to do after you've turned seven bazillion and run out of good TV to watch? So between them they've turned the band's tour into a sort of mobile hunter hospital slash rehab slash safehouse." He grinned, just because it sounded so crazy when you said it out loud like that. Location: A Motel Room in Montana Music: Golden Age - Asteroids Galaxy Tour Outfit: Just sleep pants Notes: His life is weird.

[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;] Seeing Luke trying to stay calm, Spectra didn't let a smile curve her lips. Since she didn't want him to see that she could see what he was trying to do. When the subject had turned to her Mom, she did let out a ghost of a smile. Pardon the pun. "Well, it's safe to say that our killer died the same day. I didn't go out without a fight."

[/b] She said, proud of herself for standing up to her Father and killing him. Luke said that there were some Hunters traveling with the band. So, when he went into explaining, Spectra listened trying not to laugh the whole time.

"all moments. My sister is...it's hard to explain, but she's got this thing where she finds dangerous, frightening men cute and wants to take care of them. Most recently she's started dating a phoenix who is, apparently, about eight bazillion years old and is a hunter because what else are you going to do after you've turned seven bazillion and run out of good TV to watch? So between them they've turned the band's tour into a sort of mobile hunter hospital slash rehab slash safehouse." Blinking a couple of times, she just let out. "Wow."[/b] That was all she could let out. Well, at the moment. "Then, every town must be pretty eventful, huh?"[/b] Spectra asked, getting on her knees on the bed. When she moved, the bed didn't at all since she wasn't alive.

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Location: Luke and Spectra's motel room in Montana
Music: Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning
Outfit: still too lazy lol
Notes: Ooh this going be good!
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