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 Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:31 pm
Carlos nodded. Creepy!
"I had a friend who died when we were kids. Horrible accident. I swear, when we were at the funereal, there was something... Something that popped out from under the ground and was... Eating something. I tried to tell my Gramma, but she's nearly deaf and blind and told me I was just being a silly boy."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:33 pm
Jaime shrugged.
"Rumor has it ghouls only eat rot, if they have the choice." So don't worry, Carlos, your friend wasn't eaten until he was really, really dead!
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:36 pm
Probably was eating Uncle Ollie. He was an a** anyway.
"Mmmm. What's a ghoul look like?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:38 pm
"There've been varying accounts. Some say it's a disembodied torso, some say it has the body of a worm or a serpent," Jaime shrugged, "Some say it has no mouth or nose, some say its mouth spreads from ear to ear. Either nobody has seen one, or anyone who has hasn't gotten a good enough look. One common thread, though, is the smell of rot and glowing cats' eyes."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:41 pm
"Mmm." Carlos nodded. "That kind of thing weirds me out. I mean, it's not like I'd care, given the fact that I wouldn't be using my body any more, but still. Creepy."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:42 pm
"Just stay home during the curfew and don't wander into the cemetery, you'll be fine."
He of course expected Carlos to go and wait for a ghoul in a cemetery, and said ghoul would hopefully report back...
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:45 pm
Carlos gave a little laugh.
"All right." PSH. He'd be cemetery watching tonight. He had to. It was just who he was.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:48 pm
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" Jaime asked, plopping down on a bench at the bus stop. He was ready to go home now.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:51 pm
"I think I'm fine for today." Carlos grinned. "Thanks for your time."
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Carlos didn't take warnings again. At least this time he didn't wear his headphones. He just brought a blanket (In case, he'd fallen asleep in several cemeteries) and some charcoal and paper. He'd take rubbings of some of the older headstones, and then go to just... Waiting.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:57 pm
Jaime wanted to watch, but he knew he would attack. It was an undeniable reflex and primal desire. Instead, he'd warned Bas to not eat the big, burly visitor.
Bas didn't show.
Not at midnight.
Not at 1.
Not at 2.
ksshhhhht--fever! When you kiss me, fever when you hold m--shhhhhhhhhhkt--fell into a burnin' ring of fire. I went down, down, d--kssshhkkt--lollipops and rainbows, everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together--ksssssssssshhhsk
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:59 pm
Carlos jerked from his sleep and sniffed, rubbing one eye. Eh?
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:02 pm
kshhhhhht--light up my life, light up my--ksssshhhkt--some. Times in our lives. We all have pain. We all have sorrow. But. If we are wise. We all can hang. On 'til tomorrow. Lean on me. When you're n--KSSSSSSSSSSHKT--OLE' RED'S ITCHIN' T'HAVE A LITTLE FUN, GET MY LANTERN AN' GET MY GUN
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:04 pm
Carlos sat up, still rubbing his eyes. Hmmm...
"Hello." He said softly. Hey. It was a friendly greeting, and if it was some ghostie messing around, then they'd know he was friendly, right?
Or they'd go off like that She-ghost had and scare him pissless.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:08 pm
KSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHT!! -hours are slumberless. Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you, not where the black coaches and sorrow has taken you~
The smell of rot was incredible and pervading. An ancient radio thunked down at Carlos' feet, apparently dropped from somewhere behind his head. It was from the 50s with an old dial and a bent antennae. The channels seemed to be changing by themselves.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 9:09 pm
Carlos carefully reached down for it. Oh, God, he remembered that smell. But he just picked up the radio and turned around.
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