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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 19:31:03 GMT -5
Stone lay on a lounging chair lazily. He was repeatedly bouncing a ping pong ball on the paddle, having nothing better to do. The little action helped him sort out his thoughts better. If a spirit could be depressed...well....
Lately, he had been just that. He was brooding and sulking. He was utterly confused; torn between hurt, and trust. Stone wasn't even sure if he was glad it was Zane--because he had once trusted him--or even more hurt it was his closest living friend.
The ping pong ball slipped, and rolled across the mimicry floor.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 19:57:52 GMT -5
Dammit. Somebody's here, Lilia thought angrily.
Everybody was always out, visiting their lost loves, or old friends, or something. Victory usually left Lilia alone, probably wandering the Earth alone or welcoming a new dead person. Yet, somebody was downstairs playing ping pong, of all things.
Lilia stomped the floor angrily, mentally shouting, Get out!
It wasn't her house, but she'd live it in like it was because she was here freaking first.
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 20:33:47 GMT -5
Annoyance flashed through him; but it was quickly stiffled. The ping pong ball flew into Stone's hand. If he wasn't feeling so dismal, the spirit effect would have delighted him a little more. He remembered when he first discovered it. He still was a little new to it all.
Normally he would have more patience, but of course, nothing was normal anymore. "All you had to do was ask."
Obviously he wasn't the only ruffled one today. Or maybe this spirit was just particularly bad tempered all the time...
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 21:07:43 GMT -5
"Alright," Lilia said in a sugary sweet voice, "Will you please get the f**k out?!"
She wasn't always cranky. In fact, she was nearly always mild mannered. Quiet Lilia, sweet Lilia, but rarely cranky Lilia. Zane could always control her emotions - she didn't think he did it purposely, but, eh, it just happened. Stupid Zane and his stubborn attitude and obvious ignorance of that stupid girl, Lilia fumed. Egh,
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 21:20:09 GMT -5
Stone stretched his arms and emphasized how to lounge on a lounging chair; even though he couldn't see her, and she couldn't see him. He could be stubborn too (very stubborn, in fact) if he wanted to.
"Nah, sorry. I've had a rough day; but you're welcome to leave if I'm bothering you." He yawned and propped his arms behind his head.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 21:27:21 GMT -5
"Don't you be a patronizing little bastard," she snapped, appearing in front of him in a flash, "Out!"
She could see every inch of his dead face. An exact opposite of Zane. Light hair, fair, vampire-like skin, amber eyes. Well, perhaps not exact. Their hair was styled similarly, both of their eyes seemed to glow, both emitted that, ugh, manly aura. The same stupidity and stubborness. Shudder.
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 22:12:42 GMT -5
Stone raised an eyebrow. She didn't look like a...um...snappy person. She just looked like a normal girl--spirit. He gave her an appraising, searching look.
"What's up with you? Seriously bad day or something?"
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 22:25:14 GMT -5
"Maybe!" she snapped, flopping down on the couch beside him. "You know, I don't get it! She's pretty, yeah, but why doesn't he just go to her?! She's sweet, she's nice, yeah, so I mean really, just ask her out! Good God, instead he's sitting around moping! Like, what's that - what's that brand? Nike! Nike says 'just do it', right?! Why doesn't he listen to logos or something?!" she ranted.
She kicked her legs up and crossed them, her arms already crossed her chest. Her hair had flopped over her eyes, and she blew it out, still pouting. He's so... Stupid and... Naive! Agh!
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Post by spottie on Jul 23, 2010 22:54:28 GMT -5
Despite being previously irked by this strange girl, he couldn't help but laugh. Zane had called it a "dog's bark." Stone didn't know it, but it was slightly reminiscent to a dog's friendly bark. He ran a hand through his silvery hair, grinning at her. It was funny how quickly his mood changed. He was just like that.
"Guy sounds like a clam head. What's his name?"
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Post by ツღ on Jul 23, 2010 23:20:16 GMT -5
"Clam head! That's exactly it! He's just afraid! I mean, man up! He freaks out every time a girl seriously wants to love him or whatever! He clams up! Jesus! I - Ugh!" she drew her hands out of her hair and set them up on her lap. "Zane," she muttered murderously, "His name is Zane. Stupid, stupid Zane!" she cursed.
Clam. Idiotic clam.
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Post by spottie on Jul 24, 2010 18:33:19 GMT -5
Stone looked at her suspiciously. It was reminiscent to a look that a detective might give a murder suspect. "And the girl's name is Rosalie?"
Something shot through his nonexistant veins--something like adrenline, or fear, maybe? Nah, on second thought, not fear. Just adrenline. Somehow, he guessed this ghost's name: it had something to do with nature, something to do with a flower. Zane had mentioned Flower Girl a few times. He didn't like to talk about it often, but it had slipped out in their uncountable years of friendship.
She died in a fire. Flowers going up in flames.
"Flower Girl; meet the dead ex-boyfriend vampire!" He threw his arms into the air theatrically and dramatically. Stone decided he would call her Flower Girl until she mentioned her name, or until he remembered it.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 24, 2010 18:40:53 GMT -5
Lilia's eyebrows furrowed. She was silent before she parted her pale lips and said slowly, "Well... Dead Ex-Boyfriend Vampire, I'm not a hippie. Drugs and alcohol ruin the human body," There was a slight coldness to her voice.
"I, uh, guess though... Nice to meet you. Never got your name. I'm Lilia," she held out her hand, almost shyly, like a formal meeting.
It was as if she wasn't just ranting about Zane as he watched, amused. It was like they were at a fancy party - they both could've been holding glasses of champagne. Cue dramatic spy/agent scene, she thought sarcastically. They did, indeed, do a fancy dress-up in every 007 movie. Maybe the guy sheltered an inner princess inside.
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Post by spottie on Jul 24, 2010 18:49:44 GMT -5
Oh, okay, so it was introductions before remembering. Too bad; Stone wanted to test his memory. It sucked when he was alive--though loosely, because technically he was a vampire when he was "alive". So, then, he guessed that his memory sucked when he was dead. But now he was dead...again...so would it be better?
Damn. It was too complicated. Being dead was too complicated.
"Flower Girls aren't always druggies. Don't they go to weddings too? I'm Stone; and if my guess is right, you're the dead ex-girlfriend?"
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Post by ツღ on Jul 24, 2010 18:54:29 GMT -5
Fiance, she was going to correct, but then realized, Zane isn't mine anymore anyway.
"Yeah," she said softly, "How'd you know?"
Weddings. Stupid weddings. Weddings, weddings, weddings. Why were they so important? She was going to get married... Weddings were stupid. Overrated. Ugh. Those idiotic white dresses and strappy heels nobody saw - traps. They were traps to tie down a woman. Stupid happy faces plastered on to so-called friends. Overrated. Cheesy. Stupid, stupid, cursed weddings.
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Post by spottie on Jul 24, 2010 20:24:23 GMT -5
Stone looked at her like, you're kidding right?
"Nike: just do it." He repeated, looking amusingly deadpanned. In a softer tone and a second thought, he added, "He was my best friend, you know. But, he is a clamhead. Sometimes."
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