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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 12:49 pm
Matthew smirked as the ghost enterd his body.
As, so your the reasion for Mimi's idotic screaming. Nice to meet you love..And I feel so loved for the greeting.. You want my life to be full of pain, well this pain I've already endured can't be much worse then anything you can throw at me..
Matthew lifted up his sleves.
Self inflicted pain and sucide, had been my dearest of firneds for a long, time.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:00 pm
Once again finding refuge on the top floor, Lawrence had found the key to his plan.
"This... Matthew... apparently he suffers from self-inflicted wounds. Dealing with pain by taking pain."
How... interesting?
"Idiotic was the word I was looking for, but at least both words start with 'I'. Now then, since we cannot toy with his mind, our answer is clear. He shall be the one to die."
We could make it look like an accident, Master. After all, he did mention that he was into suicide.
"A clever plan, indeed. The others will believe that he killed himself due to the sheer madness this wretched place ensues. Then our darling little Mimi will hurl herself into a panic and proceed to kill the others."
Then it shall be us that slays her, Master. Children are such vile things.
Lawrence hovered slowly to the window and gazed out for a moment. It was time for the other ghosts to have some fun of their own.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:08 pm
Gasping through a mouth that felt like a desert, Mimi brought movement slowly back to her quivering limbs, pulling herself up to her elbows by her single determination that she was not afraid. Her dark eyes glinted with something other- something scarier than anger.
"I'm fine."
She spat out in answer to Brittany, summoning moisture to her mouth.
If- if this place wants war, they've got it with this girl.
"I just fell, that's all. This place is in bad repair."
Mimi got to her feet, hands bunched into white-knuckled fists.
"We should see how the rest are doing."
She decided. The contents of her curiously heavy bag would have to wait.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:24 pm
Brittany didnt believe what Mimi had said happened but wasnt one to argue. "As long as you are ok." Brittany said, "then we shall go see what they are up to." She started towards the door to the room. She didnt like the rooms here...well other than the one she entered. Mints room had a simple and sweet aura. ....I dont think I should worry much about me in that room....more about the others....
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:30 pm
"Hey, d'you think what they say is true about this place? That it's haunted?"
Mimi tried to resume her normal self-confindence, pretending she didn't know what she was sure now that she did. She tried to give an incredulous air to the word 'haunted', as if she didn't believe in ghosts. Her barrier of denial was up again. She followed Brittany.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:47 pm
"No not really." Brittany said not really wanting to explain her beliefs. ....for now.... She began walking towards where she thought the others were but then stopped. "I dont know where they are...." she said a lillte nervously.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:18 pm
Mint was finished. Everything was dusted, folded, put away, and so on. If the girl comes again then she wouldn't be able to think that she was lazy... But what if she thinks that Mint is a neat freak? Mint groaned silently. How was she ever going to figure out a way to make any friends if they all think she's weird? Heat rushing up to her eyes, Mint stood there as she tried not to cry. 'I'm so stupid! I wish I wasn't so ignorant, and foolish, and ugly, and messy, and, and...' Mint thought as she continued to stand there and think how pitiful she was.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:20 am
Okay, the guy's are as dead as I look..Matthew sighed, as he returned to the girls. "I know it's hunated.." He whisperd, a sick twsited smirk playing across his lips.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:22 am
Atamia heard the commotion down the hall from her room, but that was OK. No one ever came into her room anymore. Still, it was getting rather annoying to listen to Anthony and Lawrence freaking the crap out of them. She knew Lawrence would have the sense to leave, but she didn't really know about Anthony. Then it stopped. She shrugged, then slipped through the locked door of her room and floated down the hallway, to find no one. No human, no ghost.
You let them get away?! I can barely believe you! You just sat and listened until you didn't hear anything, like a coward!
"I'm sorry, Liriel. I'll do better next time, I promise."
Harumph. Well, I suppose I'll let it slide this time. But you should scare someone soon. Really. They are so funny when they get jumpy, don't you agree?
Atamia smiled. "Yes, Liriel. I'll find one."
Floating around to all the rooms of her former mates, she ended up in Mint's room. Wondering how she got here, but not about to complain, she watched in silence as the girl started to moan. "Now that's just self pity, and you know what self pity deserves?" Atamia had taken on the form of a dog, and with that, she leaped at Mint and bit her in the arm. "That's what self pity deserves. Why are you even worried about what you are? You're a ghost, for god's sake. There's nothing better than being a ghost. Now, if you'll excuse me, I feel like scaring someone. Goodbye, Mint!" With that, Atamia became a black cat, though not a particularly ghostlike looking one, and bounded off with all the energy of a new born kitten.
Eventually, Atamia saw a boy, who happened to be Matthew, and a girl or two. Atamia didn't remember how to count. All she knew was she was going to scare someone. So she rubbed against the boy's legs, feeling as solid as she possibly could. She could do that, something only she could do. As it was, no other ghost could be anything but gaseous, but she could become completely solid, as she was now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:32 am
Matthew smiled softly as he saw what looked like a black cat, or a shadow of one. He bent down and gently scratched that cat behind the ears. He leaned back agains't the wall and stared at the cat. I like this place already, ghost like to pass through my body, and the cat's are black with green eye's.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:38 am
Atamia let herself be scratched on the head, loving every second of it. Then she opened her shining green eyes to stare at the boy. She sat, as if she would wait for another scratching, then said simply, "So you know." Her voice was calm and lonely, but not cold. Just as if the cat was stating a fact, or commenting on the weather. It drew up it's right front paw and began to clean herself. "You're the first to scratch me in 200 years, you know. I should award you with something or another."
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:00 am
Death would be nice. Matthew sat down and picked the kapt up, he sat it on his lap and scratched behind it's ears. "What can I say, I take a liking to things with black fur and shiny green eye's.. And you remind me of a cat I had before, ran in here and someone ate it aprently.." He shrugged as he started to pet the cat. "Don't bother."
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:13 am
"Oh, that's where this form of mine came from. A kitty came in here one day. Called himself Gigi, if I remember correctly. He wasn't eaten, he just wouldn't leave. Nothing usually does, once it sleeps here. It was raining too hard for the cat to go back outside and leave, so it spent the night and stayed here for the rest of his life. He's a ghost kitty now. You might be able to find him, if you go looking, but otherwise he'll just go around eating mice. Poor kitty...probably doesn't even know he's dead." But Atamia's voice showed no tone of real sympathy. She seemed to have forgotten how to use her emotions by now. She was, after all, 200 years dead and counting. Besides, she hadn't even really had that much emotion when she was alive.
The cat folded her paws underneath her and sat in the crook of his waist. She made a deep purring noise as Matthew began to pet her. Then she rolled over for him to scratch her belly, and began talking again, based off of what he was ebbing out of his mind. Loudly. "Death isn't all that wonderful, kid. Neither is suicide. Take it from me, you'll forget your original form in a few years. Since I have nothing better to do, and I've taken a liking to you since you pet me, what happened to you?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:24 am
"I'm sorry love, it's not that I didn't love you and it's not that I was scarred to oneday marrie you and have a family.. It's just..Life is so hard to live..I'd been hearing things.. I'm still wondering if there true. I know i really love you.. But do you love me to? Welll it's to late for answer now you've waited far to long. I'm sorry to have to tell you this...But tonight I shall be gone.. " Matthew said in a girl's voice. "That's what happend, she thought I didn't love her and I'd been cheating on her. So she didn't trust me pretty much and killed herself. But she lied...She never really loved me.." He said flatly.
"Hm, really I guess I'm not goign to bother finding him then, he was probably happier here anyways.." Matthew shrugged, letting out a low sigh. "I get the feeling you wern't alway's a cat, what's your story?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:47 am
"Well, that must suck. I mean, not like I've ever been in love or anything, but damn. Also, stop the self-pity parade or I'm going to have to bite you like everyone else." Atamia jumped out of his lap and onto the floor, walking around in a circle over and over again until she felt dizzy and had to sit down. She stared at the boy, her peircing green eyes practically seeing through him. Unblinking, unmoving eyes. Then she yawned and stretched, showing long, sharp, white teeth.
"I'm one of the few dead who can morph. The others are so solidified on who they are that they don't seem to notice that if they just let their old lives go, they could be just like me. A free, unbound spirit." Atamia stretched again, proving to be longer than before. "Well, as for my story, I was born in the late 1700's in a coffin. I first tried to kill myself when I was 15, and had figured out that there was something wrong with me. Then they lugged me off to this asylum, where I successfully killed myself 2 years later. They never unlocked my door. Supposedly the corpse that they decided not to move would probably scare other members. But all the flesh has rotted off by now, since it was the year...oh, I think 1804 when I died. Somewhere around there." The cat yawned, then climbed back into Matt's lap, curling up to go to sleep. "That's why I don't advise suicide, child. Wake me up if you find anything of importance that you think I should look at. Put me in your pack or something." The cat closed it's eyes, and in seconds was changing color, from black to white to black to white, ebbing darker and lighter. As she no longer had control over her form when she was asleep, she was also more liquid as she slept. Not completely, more like jelly.
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