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- Posted: Tue, 22 May 2012 01:20:50 +0000
A falsely taken-aback look. "You're dead?"
She laughed shortly, mimicking his arm-crossing. Although, having a bit more sass (and a**) than this man, her hips tilted, too. She ran her eyes over him one more time, holding her hand up with pointer and thumb extended, a makeshift pistol of her own.
"Oh, darling, it's not your wardrobe I'm worried about..." from the tip of her pointed finger, small, slow moving bullets of smoke punctured the largest of the holes in his body. "I've not really been back to the world of the living lately, but last time I checked, you've got 'horror story' written all over you." Sharp smile, sharp teeth.
"Do you often go about there like this? What kind of job are you working, the Haunted Mansion in Orlando?"