Ghost Thread

Death by balloon. Nice! :)

Dirk finally gets to be the clown he always wanted to be, like a disgruntled Freddy Kreuger in Xrystal's nightmares for the rest of her natural life!!! Muhahaha

hahah I took the Innocent sigs as sarcasm! Darn you interweb!

Sorry to see so many others here now. :( But, I say, we haunt them.

*rattles cart and moans*

Whoooo! Damnit...

Y'all suuuuuuuuck! If anyone deserved to play the end game it was meeeeee! lol. Curse you, and here I am all young, sexy and never managed to achieve my goal.. to have sex on every continent. What a tragic waste.


Can ghosts have sex? hmmmmm

oh just wanna say... I got to go out with whiskey on my breath and a smile on my face.. girl's gotta be happy with that! Even if I am denied my rightful spot to see the end. *pout*

oh yeah, and on mah hands and knees, my favorite position. Thanks ladies! *winks*

*makes ghostly howls and booo-ing noises as she waves invisible arms and rattles chains at Shay wildly hoping Carly gets her subliminal messages*

damnit! avveeeennnggeee mmeeeee!


lololol

Kyle wondered if this was purgatory or if he was in hell. If it was hell, well then he had a rambler set up somewhere and he needed to speak to the local realtor about moving in. In any case, he considered the other members of his ghostly party and decided he wanted a cigarette.

Not surprisingly, he felt something shift in his coat pocket. Reaching in he found a pack of Pall Malls with a matchbook tucked in the cellophane. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, covering the flame with his two hands. Inhaling deeply rewarded him with a mighty fine buzz. He would wish for a fifth of scotch later.

The smoke drifted slowly up into Kyle's face, forcing him to squint what was left of his eyes. He reached out and offered the cig to any of his fellow dead peoples. Once the smoke cleared, he noticed who he had offered it to.

The burnt up little Cookie girl.

'Oh right...uh...oops. I'll be...over there...yeah.' With a sheepish grin, Kyle Evans walked away.

Frowning through the cloud of smoke around her through the cloud of smoke around Kyle, she reached to her feet and grabbed the charred remains of her Louisville Slugger. It'd been flame tempered before she had, so it was in much better shape than her shade seemed to be. Taking a halfhearted swipe at the reporter with the bat, she frowned. She just wasn't the girl she used to be.

But all the cookies had come with her. Reaching into the remains of her leather jacket, she helped herself to a spectral thin mint.

Kyle looked back in time to see the bat come swinging at him and he jumped just barely out of range with a girlish, 'YIKES'. Who knew the afterlife would be so volatile?!

He continued moving out of range of the angry little girl scout but lusted after the thin mint she pulled out of her jacket.

And now the Mr. Reporter guy was calling HER volatile. He'd be in for a surprise if he kept backing up into the volcano man behind him. Grinning crispily, she snapped her teeth on another mint. With an intensity only available to those whose eyelids had been burned off, she stared as Kyle neared another terrible blunder!

Ignoring the infantile banter between the two, Temperance scooted a little ways away and began to hum then sing, belting out a rocking version of 'Any Man of Mine' while spinning and stomping in a hip shaking line dance style.

Why they chose to look like death itself was beyond her. She preferred to see herself as just as pretty as ever in her midriff baring tee, faded cut offs and sassy red boots. Yes, she was quite a good looking ghost. Too bad they had no reflections. Or did they? Who knew.

Estaban walked arond the Shadow Realm for a bit, familiarizing himself with the place. Everything from the "real world" had a dreamy, smoke-like quality, and was equally insubstantial.

He pulled a smoke from the pack he now carried...or was that used to carry...as a habit, and fired up with one of the millions of disposable lighters he had owned...or did own?

He laughed at the lack of proper english for time and planar travel, and enjoyed the quiet for a bit, before his new eyes spied a familiar pattern in the distance...

"Tempy? Is that you? Ya know, I always wondered if the horizontal mambo were allowed on the other side..."

Kyle double pumped the exhaling smoke, a trick he could never do in real life - not that he smoked but hey his lungs were shot anyway, he shot Temp a look and stuck his tongue out at her.

Estaban rattled his spectral chains in boredom... His Texas upbringing was showing as he thought that the tiny links on these things were crap. Hell, they weren't worth hooking up to anything bigger than a German Shepard. It wasn't like you could haul a four wheel drive out of a decent mud hole with'em.

All in all, the afterlife was beginning to look a little shoddy...

Hmmm. Maybe he could haunt over at the local gym and check out the girl's locker room...

No wait, they were all dead, like him, weren't they?

Was that a tragedy or a fortuitious circumstance? Casting fate to the winds, Estaban set out to the nearest large city in search of a family Y center. Who knew? Perhaps the shades of several ladies would be hanging around and as bored as he was. Maybe then the chains could come in handy after all...

He smiled as he looped the chains over one shoulder and began contemplating an eternity of work out machinces, several willing female specters, and all the chains you could carry...

Things were looking up.

*is glad she's already dead or waiting for the lynch vote would give her a heart attack*

Thank goodness I can't pull my hair out cuz I'm dead...

"If anyone deserved to play the end game it was meeeeee! lol"

>:|

bah you're still just jealous you didn't get no luvin.

whoa... very creepy! I open the hit thread and start reading and you know what song I am listening to... Voodoo. And, even creepier, the damn lyrics synched up as I read. Gave me a chill.

creeped you out???? i finally get a chance to read the hit and, while not terribly surprised to be dead, totally creeped out over the whole creeply-crawly ending. eeewww!!!!! we have some seriously twisted mods!

i luv it!

Rattles chains in passing. Begins looking for a bottle of spectral rum...