mathieu 'mat' darren blank
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Grim Reaper's Assistant
I think the hero dies in this one..[RS:4=Dylan for all eternity.]
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Post by mathieu 'mat' darren blank on Feb 26, 2012 3:41:57 GMT -5
"Baby, I love you to death.." He sang, wandering around the store. There wasn't much a visible spirit could do in the mall, other than annoy people. But he had run out of people to annoy. And the boy at the counter was just as annoying as he was. So that wouldn't have worked anyways. He wandered out the store, spotting a girl who looked... interesting. Tormentable.
"Did you dress yourself this morning? Looks like you could have used a little help from mommy." He told her, standing just behind her. A smirk played on his lips, one corner turning up. He put his hands in his pocket, running his fingers over the picture of Dylan in his pocket. It sure didn't bring him good luck the day he exploded.
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Post by reagan tanis burke on Feb 27, 2012 18:55:59 GMT -5
Reagan stiffened at the voice behind her. Who the fuck did this kid think he was was? She rounded on him with eyes blazing. "You're one to talk freak." Oddly enough he had no smell, so even though he was cute, she would get nothing from him, which made him useless in her eyes. He was made up with red eyeliner and black exes over his eyes, and wearing a ridiculous outfit. "I'm sure your mommy didn't dress you either."
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mathieu 'mat' darren blank
COLOR=black
Grim Reaper's Assistant
I think the hero dies in this one..[RS:4=Dylan for all eternity.]
Posts: 327
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Post by mathieu 'mat' darren blank on Feb 28, 2012 2:47:54 GMT -5
"No, my mommy didn't. My boyfriend did before I died in front of hundreds of people." He said with a smirk, passing back and forth through her.
"Besides." He stopped, so close to her face if he wasn't a spirit, she could feel his breath. "My mommy's been dead for seventeen years. My dad beat the fuck out of her in the head until she finally died on the kitchen floor. My mommy hasn't dressed me since I was four, baby doll."
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Post by reagan tanis burke on Feb 28, 2012 22:24:37 GMT -5
She smirked at him. So he was dead. Figures. "Poor thing. Too bad daddy didn't bash your head in as well. Maybe he could have saved you from becoming an annoying little shit." Reagan drawled at him, fake sympathy dripping from every word. Kit always said she was a bitch, but she didn't care, she was what she was, and it came with the territory. She walked through the spirit and continued shopping for new stuff for work. Maybe the kid would bother someone else eventually.
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