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Post by ツღ on Jul 24, 2010 23:07:24 GMT -5
That was when the realization hit her. OHHHHH! Stone was that creepy guy she didn't like seeing with Zane! He was the vampire! Mmf, she always thought Stone was kind of odd. It was now she linked the alive Stone and the dead Stone together, though. A grin of realization dawned on her face.
"Ohhh!" she mirrored her thoughts, "You're Stone! I remember now! I found you as slightly creepy,"
You know that thing that tells you not to say things? Lilia doesn't like listening to it. It's not that she doesn't have it - she just finds it annoying. Plus, just speak your mind, right? She flashed a mischevious smile.
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Post by spottie on Jul 26, 2010 23:09:27 GMT -5
Stone shrugged his ghostly shoulders. Instead of looking annoyed like most people would, he looked a little like, yeah, that's me. Actually, he was thinking, aren't all vampires creepy? Instead, he said:
"Nice to meet you too, Flower Girl." Stone had already decided to call her that; Rosalie and Lilia. Two flower names. Huh.
He blinked amber eyes at her curiously. Secretly he was thinking: ...So Flower Girl is the one Zane fell in love with a million years ago?....Flower Girl? Seriously? He meant no offense to her (even though she would never know he thought that...) Brown hair and abnormal eyes.
"You don't wear color contacts, do you?"
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Post by ツღ on Jul 26, 2010 23:20:56 GMT -5
Her first response, probably the most immature one, was, "Do you wear colored contacts?!". It was one of her more unprocessed thoughts; of course he wouldn't wear colored contacts! He was a vampire! Those were his natural eyes, and contacts would piss him off as they obstructed their scary sharp vision.
Instead of her original reply, however, Lilia replied in a semi-snarky tone, "Yes, because I enjoy being dead, I felt the vain need to experiment with colored contacts,"
It was weird. Lilia was actually having a conversation with a vampire! She'd ran into both dead and live ones, after she was dead, of course. But she never stuck around - something about a deep rooted belief they were going to suck the life out of her. Yet, here she was, having this completely normal (ish) conversation with a dead vampire, who happened to be her ex-fiancé's best friend and the ex-boyfriend of her aforementioned ex-fiancé's current infatuation. Confusing, or what?
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Post by spottie on Jul 26, 2010 23:34:29 GMT -5
Stone yawned, or nearly did, anyway. Half way through his wide jaw-hinging yawn he remembered it was rude to yawn in the middle of a conversation. If that's what Flower Girl and Stone were having, anyway. A conversation about color contacts and clam headed guys. He snapped his jaw back together. Could spirits even get tired, anyway? Everything was so damn confusing!
"Well if you died while wearing color contacts, then you might be wearing them when you were dead." He pointed out. He wasn't even sure if that was true.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 26, 2010 23:48:00 GMT -5
Lilia gave him the, did you really just ask me that? look. Maybe he really was sleepy, because, not only did he yawn, his brain wasn't working all too well either. Another stupid thought, because he was a vampire and he was dead. Something was incredibly wrong.
"I died in 1927," she met his eyes, "Contacts were extremely inconvenient and if I got hit in the eye, I would be so f**ked. Nobody wore contacts in our town."
Oh, his eyes! They were this deep, willful amber. Dark, mysterious, emotional. She could get lost in them all day long, daydreaming. I think today is my stupid thought day, she thought with a slight frown. She hadn't loved anybody since Zane, and just because she was dead didn't change anything.
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Post by spottie on Jul 26, 2010 23:57:32 GMT -5
A/N: Um, yeah, you'll notice three [#] things. I'm just too lazy to look up a historically acurate date. So fill in whatever number you want.
Stone looked at her grumpily. He gave her the, I can't belive you're making me say this look.
He said, in a comically deadpan voice, like he was reading an acting script. "I just met you, and until now, I didn't know you were dead for 83 years. By the way, I'm sorry to hear you've been dead for 83 years. Normally when I meet people, dead or not, I don't say: hi there, I'm a vampire named Stone! Technically I died [#] years ago, but officially I died [# years/months] ago! A maniac killed me with a rusty knife, and until [#] months ago, my body was in a glass case and put on view!"
It wasn't like him to be bitter. Actually, rephrase, it wasn't like him to show he was bitter. It also wasn't like him to say so much in one breath. One perk about being dead. Normally he didn't say so much bitterness in one breath. Today was a day of firsts for Stone.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 27, 2010 12:30:37 GMT -5
Lilia couldn't help it. She giggled. What? As aforesaid, she couldn't help it! He was cute, in that amusing way! "I wonder if that maniac's up here with us right now..." she said thoughtfully, her finger tapping her cheek while she did her thinking face.
Then she backtracked. "Wait, whoa, what?!" she shrieked, "They put your body on display?! What the hell is wrong - Oh wait, she breathed.
She remembered. Stone was the one killed in the laboratory. She walked past his body once, when she was "ghosting" through the place. It was terrible - that hall. Vampires with their own blood spilling out, shapeshifters frozen in the middle of shifting, even humans who had wandered the wrong way. Everybody who fell prey to that horrid place was hung there. On display. Like trophies. And they did nothing, nothing wrong! Lilia remembered crying when she visited that place.
Stone she remembered well. He was the only one with post-mortem marks on his body. She knew this because blood wasn't gushing out of every one of his lacertations. She remembered the large gash in his torso - the one that was the cause of his death, she guessed. And there were marks all over, cuts and slits and gashes and even bullet holes all over his body. Broken bones, missing flesh - he had been a terrible sight. Lilia had wondered what he had done to be tortured even after death.
Now, she looked at him differently. Not that he was weak, but he was strong. He had been that spy she'd heard of. He had endured that. It was different, seeing your own body being tortured. You didn't feel the pain, but you knew it was there. Lilia remembered seeing the licking flames long after the smoke had suffocated her. Her pale pink lips parted slightly as she looked at Stone with these new eyes.
"You're Stone," she repeated. She said it differently now. Like Stone had a whole new meaning.
She didn't know what to do. She remembered when all she wanted was a hug, so she just... Hugged him. She didn't plan to, or really mean to - it just came to her.
Then her eyes flew wide open. "Sorry, I don't - I mean - Like - yeah, I'm sorry for you and sorry I just, um, hugged you without - your, er, permission - The - I mean, the last thing I want to do right now is exchange sob stories and stuff - I just -Yeah..." she finished softly. "Uh... Sorry..."
Weak finishes suck. Don't you hate it when you just start blabbering these things (thank God "Please don't suck my blood" didn't come out) and then you realize what you're saying, so you try to stop, but you don't want it to seem awkward, plus, you have more to say, so you keep talking, but you slow down suddenly, and then you finish badly and - Oh, I'm doing it again! Lilia cursed herself.
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Post by spottie on Jul 27, 2010 16:10:29 GMT -5
Stone didn't jump back and shout, you freak what the hell are you doing?! He didn't throw her off and shout, be gone, nasty witch! Of course he didn't. That'd be just weird, anyway. Not to mention rude. He would have loved to know what was going on inside her head. In fact, he would've really liked to grab her and shake her upside down. But again, aforementioned, that would be just plain rude.
So he just looked at her, and gave her a funny look. It wasn't a 'what the hell did you just do?' look. It wasn't even a 'be gone, nasty witch' look (Stone had no idea where the witch thing came from. It just popped into his head. Weird thoughts tended to do that a lot). The look Stone gave her was just a funny look.
"You're weird." He finally said. What came out next was said with an air of realization. Of course Stone knew Flower Girl was weird. This was different though."Oh, well that's okay. I like you."
He continued, as if what he said meant nothing (because of course, it didn't mean anything), "And that maniac is dead already. Too bad he can't die again." He shook his head, disbelieving, "Honestly, anyone who thinks the Chicago Bears suck, deserves to die again."
Stone was already switching topics. Zane used to hate it when he did that. He claimed it made it hard to keep with him. Then again, Zane still hated it. "So, how'd you snuff, Flower Girl?
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Post by ツღ on Jul 27, 2010 16:25:17 GMT -5
OOC: Just sayin', CHICAGO BEARS ARE AWESOME BABY THANK THE LORD FOR TAKING REXMAN AWAY! Okay I'm good(:
BIC: Lila shrugged and said, with a small smile, "Thanks, bud, I like you too. Now we've got that down, we can sit back, relax, crack open a few beers, and exchange sob stories about how we died,"
It was so like Lilia to give back sarcastic comments - it was part of her nature. Plus, the last thing she wanted to talk about was how she died. It always seemed to be like that up here. You'd meet a person, introduce yourself, share how you died, and you'd be on your way. Stereotypical. This would be the first time Lilia would sit down and share her story.
"And I thought Zane would've told you. The townspeople thought he was a witch," her mouth twisted into a sardonic smile, "So they burnt down our house,"
That night had been terrible. She remembered the heat of the flames, the way the smoke choked her lungs, screaming for Zane. Not to mention she wasn't dressed very well, because, well... You know, they were young and in love and they were going to get married anyway! That didn't make it any easier for the men outside to resist... And the way they threw her back into the fire to flay alive after... She shook her head quickly, remembering spirits could read minds. She flashed an uneasy smile at Stone.
"We're not really going to share sob stories now, are we?" she laughed.
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Post by spottie on Jul 27, 2010 16:33:50 GMT -5
Stone shrugged. She didn't seem to want to talk about it. Actually, she didn't even seem to mind when Stone called her Flower Girl. Some spirits didn't like to blab about it, though. Stone didn't really care. It didn't bother him.
"I don't read minds. Well, I guess I can if I want, but it's too much of an invasion of privacy. It's like reading someone's diary...except...well, I guess it's worse. But, if you don't want to, I'm not going to press details. Anymore."
He paused. "So, how about those beers?" Back in the day, he was legally able to drink. Heck, anyone could drink. Then of course came the laws, the civilization and the terribly corrupt goverments, which included the 'no drinking until you're 21' law. So, he hadn't had anything remotely close to beer in a long time. Um. Yeah.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 27, 2010 16:43:17 GMT -5
"Sure," she shrugged and stood up. There was something about the physical need to do things that she liked. It made her feel more human and not so... Well, not so dead.
"Whatcha want? Heinekein? Tsingtao? Coors?"
Of course, beer would do absolutely nothing to or for them. They were dead - the beer would go down their throats and promptly disappear into abandon. So, hey, there were perks to being dead, right? Her liver would never be messed up and looking like it had been smashed by a mallet! Her smile reappeared on her face as she skipped to the kitchen.
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Post by spottie on Jul 27, 2010 16:59:14 GMT -5
"Whatever works."
Was it just Stone's imagination, or was Flower Girl already smiling? And, whoa, was she skipping?! He shook his head like a dog. No, no, he was just imagining it.
For the first time since he started chatting to Lilia, he found his mind wandering to Rosalie. But instead of thinking things like, what is she doing now? Is she having fun? Is she with Jasper, or that human girl whose name I can never remember? (A/N: He has a bad memory x]) Instead, he was wondering less carefree things. Things with more meaning, not just a dead ex-boyfriend's worried thoughts.
He was also wondering what Zane was doing. Is he still sleeping? Wait. Zane doesn't sleep. He gets knocked out. So then he's probably still knocked out. What happened with that human girl whose name I still can't remember? Did she not get the dream messages? Damn. I need to find out her name....
He turned his attention back to Flower Girl. "Hey, answer me honestly.... Are you completely, 10,000% okay with it if Zane and Rosalie get together? No regrets at all?
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Post by ツღ on Jul 27, 2010 17:18:40 GMT -5
Lilia hesitated for a moment, holding one beer in her hand as she thought.
Zane and Rosalie. Rosalie and Zane. Hm. They were obviously infatuated with each other. Maybe even a little obsessive - then again, when wasn't a girl obsessive about Zane? She herself had been. Zane and Rosalie. She supposed it worked.
"Well... I suppose I'm 9, 999.9 percent sure I'd be okay if they got together. I mean, they look cute together, don't they?" she smiled.
Her blond hair, his dark locks. His blue eyes, her amber ones. He being tall, she petite. They were close opposites - they would contrast nicely. Their personalities were similar, though. She was quiet, but fiery, and so was he. Except he was a little bit more broody than her. Lilia could imagine them together, definitely. She just wasn't sure if they would last.
"What about you?" she turned to Stone, tossing him a beer, "Would you be okay with them getting together?"
She walked back to the couch and plopped down, opening the cap with her teeth (no need to worry about bad teeth either. Who knew being dead was so sweet?). Lilia tipped the bottle back, looking at the stark white ceiling. The whole idea of being dead was creepy, though. The way everything seemed to mirror the real world. Except for the fact that if you walked out, you'd be walking on a cloud. That part, she always thought, was cool. The part where if you weren't concentrating, you'd fall down into the real world, was not.
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Post by spottie on Jul 27, 2010 18:13:57 GMT -5
He hesitated. Stone had been sourly hoping that she wouldn't shoot that question back at him. He didn't know how to answer. Wasn't the right answer: she'll be happy, so I'll be happy? Yet he wasn't sure if that was entirely true anyway. Of course, Stone had been perfectly happy living by that rule when he was alive. (Well, alive as a vampire, anyway.)
Then he scolded himself and slapped himself a few dozen times. What a retarded thing to think! It didn't matter what happened to Stone--besides, he was dead! Really dead, this time. And Rosalie was still alive. And she deserved happiness, or what was close to it anyway. Right now, she was nowhere near close to happy.
Stone reminded himself of the confession she had given to him, which he had listened from up above. And then he knew his answer.
"Well, yeah, I would be. Though, I can't honestly say I wouldn't regret a thing or two."
Stone paused. "Anyway, my human puppet is about to get into action. You wanna watch with me? It's at Zane's place." He said it in a coaxing tone, like he was trying to bait a five year old with a lollipop.
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Post by ツღ on Jul 27, 2010 18:21:44 GMT -5
Lilia raised an increduous eyebrow. "Don't tell me you took over the body of a human and you've been using that as a way to get to Zane."
She'd tried that before - gone into somebody's mind and took control. She left within the first half an hour. And she would never do it again. She still shuddered at the thought of the male mind. They thought oddly. And pervertedly. Monstrous. She shook her head again, clearing the cobwebs with a deep, unnecessary breath.
She finished off the beer and set it down on the table in front of her, watching it disappear into wherever it went.
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