i ain't afraid of no ghosts
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Jul 20, 2016 17:09:43 GMT
Post by the exorcist on Jul 20, 2016 17:09:43 GMT
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | I'M CREEPING IN YOUR HEART BABE - OVERTURNING, BREAKING YOU DOWN, SWALLOWING YOU. I'LL RUIN YOU. |
Mitch was just coming back from visiting his parents for the first time in a month when a ghost trailed after him. It was in broad daylight too - not that it ever stopped the damn spirits from wreaking havoc. Okay, he thought, play it cool. Which didn't even matter at all if he thought about it more deeply - ghosts were going to follow him anyway. Ignoring them has never, ever worked, so why start now? Except he was walking in a moderately populated sidewalk with other witnesses. Regardless of how many supers lived in this city, Mitch still preferred to avoid exposing his powers by fighting with an invisible being with gauntlets made out of purple energy. It just seemed plain fucking ridiculous too. Just imagine a scrawny Asian kid picking a fight with thin air with giant purple fists. His parents would be the very embodiment of disappointment if such a thing ever happened and they knew. Just keep walking, he told himself. He walked briskly, occasionally bumping into a few passersby along the way. People grumbled about rude young'uns and their lack of manners behind Mitch as he kept walking towards an empty alleyway. He sped up just a little more, eyes darting around to see if the area was truly clear of anyone. The ghost behind him picked up its pace. God, Mitch hated how ghosts constantly emanated the cold like an open freezer in the middle of winter. He shivered in his dark sweatshirt, which he wore in the middle of goddamn summer. He was so caught in his angry internal monologue that he ran into someone. Mitch stumbled back and scowled. " Watch where you're going." The Exorcist snarled. ooc | tags sally notes mitch is like an angry feral cat |
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Jul 20, 2016 18:55:12 GMT
Post by sally on Jul 20, 2016 18:55:12 GMT
HAPPINESS HIT HER
like a bullet in the back by someone who should know better than that The 5'5" girl was knocked plop on her ass! The hustle and bustle of Sentinel Hill was never too much for the Dunwich native, accustomed to the fast paced life of street travel with her hands full of phone and her brain full of ideas. It had become quite the task to keep her eyes on both her screen and her surroundings but @sallyfujo wouldn't be caught dead letting her attention split too heavily!
It was for this reason that she was completely convinced whoever'd ran into her was clearly the one at fault. Her glasses clattered to the ground and her fingers slapped the concrete in search of it's whereabouts before a dissatisfying crunch alerted her to it's location. The man who'd turned her ray-bans into pixie dust and plastic gave a shadow of an apology before continuing on to whatever important thing he had to attend to, hardly giving her the time of day in the light of her misfortune. The only one who seemed to stop and observe the situation was the young man who'd inadvertently caused this. He stood, gawking with the sort of indifference she'd sooner not associate with the guilty. Sally was aghast.
Who did this punk think he was?
"Where I'M going!?"
She instinctively rose her fingers to adjust her glasses, instead awkwardly rubbing her fingertips past her temple as she realized, again, that they were not on her face and were in fact destroyed. Brushing her skirt off and lunging back to her full height, face as close to this pedestrian's as physically allowed, Sally aimed a finger at the center of his chest and gave a hefty poke.
"You owe me new glasses buddy! Get ready to cough up some change!"
and thus begins the "im not gonna leave you alone," bs. even after she's no longer peeved at him oh yeah. yr in it for the long haul buddy.
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i ain't afraid of no ghosts
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Jul 20, 2016 19:37:18 GMT
Post by the exorcist on Jul 20, 2016 19:37:18 GMT
He took a peek at the pair of glasses that some idiot schmuck had stepped on and -
Yeah nope, they probably cost an entire paycheck and he needed that kind of money way more than this chick. Just as Mitch was about to open mouth to tell her to kindly fuck off, the cold in the air was back with a vengeance. The ghost was catching up to him. Fuck. WIthout warning, he took the girl's shoulders, turned her around, and steered her far away from the ghost trailing behind them as fast as possible.
"Shit, shit, shit," he quietly chanted aloud. "Fucker's persistent, fuck."
God it was gaining on them oh god. He'd have to find a deserted place quick and deal with it himself. Except there was a problem - he basically kidnapped someone in his haste to get away from the ghost. Mitch quietly wondered if he'd ever stop fucking things up with his own stupidity.
He finally stopped and looked over his shoulder once to see how far behind the ghost was - which was not that far. Fuck. Of all the fucking things he had to deal with today - whatever, he had a ghost to bust beat up. He turned to the girl, hands digging around in his sweatshirt pockets for those spare few charms.
"Look, I'm sorry about this but there's no time to explain," Mitch said, eyes darting behind him every few seconds. "There's a ghost behind me and you do not want to get caught up in this shitshow. Here."
He finally found the wadded up charms and shoved them in the girl's hands before she could protest. They were written in some special ink he'd found a while back - they were supposed to guard the wearer from ghosts wanting to possess someone. And in seven cases out of ten, a ghost would love to hijack a living being's body and wreak havoc. And he would know - he went through the whole being possessed spectacle and it was a Godawful experience that he'd rather not repeat. Where was the nearest empty place to fight a ghost?
Notes: welp here we go
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