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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 3:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 6:09 pm
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His thoughts float in the wind, making him wonder, is that all that's left of himself? He has no real form. After he started changing how he looks to those able to see him, his thoughts, memories and even his humanity have all seemed to drift with the wind, making him lose a little more each time there's a breeze. He floats across the world, waiting for something to cross his path, an opportunity for, well, he can't remember now. Doesn't know if there ever was a reason. Revenge? Pure hate? Just fed up with life? Did something just snap? Who knows. He can't remember now. He doesn't know his name, age, where he lived or what he did. He has been lost to history.
Suddenly, he flies past something while in the wind and a moan joins him with the wind. He stops and looks. He sees a girl, a ghost, just seeming to drift along. He latches onto her. He sees she is sad, but does not know anything about her yet. He tries to think of something quickly...
In front of the ghost of the young woman appears what seems to be the ghost of an older man with a suit and gray mustache. He is slightly overweight and about 6'2". He comes up to her and asks in a worried but calm voice, "My dear, are you alright? Oh, poor girl. Something terrible must have happened to you when you died. Can you speak?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 9:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 10:13 am
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He closes his eyes while she screams and doesn't open them for a moment after she stops. When he does, a smile flashes over his face. "Yes... As movie like it may sound," a drink appears in his hand. "I was killed by a business partner. Poisoned my drink." He looks at it and shakes his head. The glass disappears. "But, I learned how to stop reliving it." The truth was, though, he had never heard of a ghost freed of it's torment when it was stuck in it's cycle of reliving it's death. Not to say it never happened, but he had never heard of it. The smile he had for a second returned as he looked back up to her. "I could tell you how. But, I do not know if you would want to do it. It's not the nicest thing someone, even dead, could do." He was very careful with how he moved this form's face while speaking. Making him seem very learned of post-death, but not cold of harsh topics.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 3:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:23 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:58 am
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He gets close to her. "Well, what you must do is go to people, best people that you knew in life, but it's not necessary, and you go up to them and you," he floats behind her and whispers in her ear. "...give them a little idea. You tell them, that they want to do something. They want to kill someone, the same way that you died. I got my partner's brother to kill his daughter. The pain he suffered, allowed me the power to change my fate for the rest of eternity." He backed away from here with her back to him. He quietly took a deep sigh, knowing he wasn't assured she would do it, but pretty cocky as to it having worked. He didn't stop to think that she may have some kind of history, that she may grow angry with the added murder of the girl he put in his story.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:28 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:31 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:50 am
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"Well, dear Rosemary, I hope you success in your quest. May you remember, old Richard." He faded away from her into a cloud. He started to float away, but as soon as he was out of sight he took form as a motherly looking woman, thinking this would be something she wouldn't see as suspicious. He takes pleasure, maybe power, from the pain of humans like it was his mission in the after-life, but he must see, not only how she will cause pain to the living, but how she will react if/when this does not work to free her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:16 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:36 am
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He finds them and watches what happens. The pain of the mother, the woman that has caused pain like that to others, her suffering almost seems justified to him, and he starts changing from form to form, out of control for some reason, sucking up energy from around. The temperature drops, lights flicker, but all this was also happening because of what Rosemary was doing. With their combined need for energy, a complete blackout is caused in the town and a chill runs across the summer air. He stops himself, running low on excess energy, and continues to watch as Rosemary takes her revenge.
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