Don't you DARE say it (open)

[vincent]

Ugh. Who the hell names a place Lake Love? Right, the fucked up Blake Bitch would. Vincent shook his head. He hated the Blake Bitches. They were the fucking reason he was stuck here. What was his crime? He was born here. Fuck. A fucking Townie. Dammit. He didn’t deserve to be here. He wasn’t fucking crazy. He wasn’t even mad! Which took fucking skills if you asked him, he was over a hundred and his madness had yet to appear. He knocked on a tree that was nearby. Knock on wood, he didn’t want to catch the unfortunate disease that plagued his breed. He had seen friends and family fall victim to it, he didn’t want to be the next.

People may think he was if this kept up though.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glimmer as he wandered around the lake that was apparently where couples came all the time, not that he actually cared. And what was this glimmer? That fucking bitch ghost that now wouldn’t leave him alone. She shouldn’t be able to be so far from the witch she haunted, but here she was, following him around. He was a defensive death angel and he was old, it meant he had the unfortunate ability to see souls, or more specifically ghosts. Yes, there was a difference. Not much of one, but a difference all the same. Ghosts had forms, souls didn’t anymore. And souls fucking moved on! ”Why can’t you move on?” he asked out loud of the girl who wouldn’t leave him alone.

She just smirked at him.

Bitch.

Vincent tightened his leather jacket around himself. The chill winter night was getting to him, and the fact that he had a ghost around him really didn’t help this at all. They tended to make the area around them just a little bit colder. Not much but it was enough to piss him off. He took off from work for the night because he was sick of people looking at him weird when he glared off at nothing. Bitch was trying to make him look like he really was crazy! He was so done with her, why was she following him? Shouldn’t she be playing watchdog with the other little witchy she had been with before? She had died to save that girl’s life…she shouldn’t be able to follow him around. And yet here she was and he couldn’t find a damn way to shake her off his tail!

The sad part was, she was totally a chick he could have gotten along with in life. The more time she spent around him, the more clearly he could see her. Brown hair about the same shade as his, though there seemed to be fading red in it. Icy blue eyes often glared or seemed amused, as if she was stuck in a perpetual state of one or the other. He couldn’t see what had killed her though, which usually meant she had been mangled too bad to take the wounds with her to the after life. People who got their throat slit, usually their ghosts had a gaping hole in their throat, or if they had their heart stabbed it would continually bleed. Stuff like that. This one appeared entirely whole. Made him wonder. Either sickness, which didn’t make sense for a ghost, or total annihilation. He was willing to bet the second entirely.

”Seriously, I don’t need you making me seem crazy!” he growled at the ghost girl. And growled in annoyance when his yelling at seemingly nothing chased off one seriously gorgeous girl. ”You’re lucky you’re dead or I’d kill you” he growled out at the girl who simply laughed, a sound like the wind because they could do that from time to time. It was a game for her. Little annoying…ugh…he was going to drag her back to her little witch if he had to bother a necro to do it for him!

”Bitch” he grumbled, but she simply laughed again, the sound starting to make his very soul shiver, and she bowed. Apparently she was used to the title. He shook his head, arguing with a ghost was futile unless you were a necro, they could only talk to necros. He could see them sure, but that was about as far as it went.

He walked closer to the lake. He had come out tonight to get out and just walk. Curfew wasn’t for a while so it didn’t matter much. He could do what he wanted without people pissing him off, he had taken off work after all. It was too hard to focus with the bitch ghost following him everywhere. He did what he could to ignore her, but she was literally a breath behind him all the time. It seemed to amuse her to piss him off, and hey she didn’t have anything better to do either. Ugh. ”It would be nice if you could actually speak to me. If you insist on following me you should at least talk to me. Please don’t try though” he said, leveling a look at her confused face. ”I can’t hear your voice right and its creepy” She just rolled her eyes at him and stalked off in front of him. She couldn’t get far without his lifeforce to tie her to this plane, but she made her point.

He was lucky ghosts couldn’t cry.

He sighed either way. He was stuck with her for a while, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. ”Who you gonna call” he muttered softly to himself. She turned at that and looked at him with slight amusement in her eyes, he could see her clearly enough for that. She also was giving him a look that clearly said: ”Don’t you dare finish that sentence”. He just chuckled and shook his head, resuming his walk with the ghost around the lake.

Words: 1055
Comments: The ghost is Cris, another of my characters lol. She's pretty tied to the rest so I kept her on as a ghost when I didn't feel like actually making her.
Muse: There

[xavier]

He really hated being bored. It well..bored him. He thought with a little bit of a smirk. The one thing he did have was was his music. Xavier actually really liked Music and if he was going to stuck in this terrible place they called a town then he was going to have something to do while he was here.

She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sin she’s paid for...
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There’s nothing wrong with just taste of what you paid for
Say what you mean tell me im right and let the sun rain down on me give me a sign
I wanna believe

He jammed out a bit, nodding his head as he walked around The Winged District. He didn't know what he was doing here really. He was just walking around aimlessly bored as he didn't know what. He didn't have anything to do here. He didn't want to go sit with his sister so she could act like a frigging nut and bug him and make him feel guilty.

He shrugged a bit as he got a bit of a chill. Xavier wasn't wearing a coat, he didn't like wearing coats. He had on a long sleeved plain black shirt that was thick enough and tight black jeans on and black boots. He was in all black as usual and he was cold. Even though he was cold, he didn't care he just sat there and listened to the song as he made his way further into the district.

He sense something call it desperation another dollar another day and if she has the proper words to say she’d tell but she’d have nothing left to sell him...
Say what you mean tell me I’m right and let the sun rain down on me give me a sign I wanna believe

He bobbed his head some more as he walked into a place that had a lake. He looked around, he knew what this place was. He had heard that this place was Lake Love, a place named by the Blake sister that controlled this part of town.

Lake Love what an annoying name. He saw nothing lovable about this place. He looked up and around he spotted some guy standing by the lake and walking around it. This should have been normal except for the fact that it looked like the guy was talking to himself. Or yelling at something that wasn't there.

He shook his head, he knew that this place was known for it harboring crazy people but weren't the seriously nutty ones supposed to be locked up or something? He sighed and shook his head. Well. He had been bored. So here he could just make fun of the crazy dude. Xavier grinned and walked closer to the guy turning Panic! At the disco down a bit thought it was still playing and with his giant head phones he was sure that the guy would probably be able to hear it.

Say what you mean tell me I’m right and let the sun rain down on me give me a sign
I wanna believe
Whoa Mona Lisa, you’re guaranteed to run this town Whoa Mona Lisa I’d pay to see you frown

He grinned and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "So talking to yourself...Sounds promising"he said with a grin at him "Don't worry you don't have to explain your crazy self to me"he nodded at him but his face was definitely full of mocking. Still. What was this guy going to do about it?

Words: 660
Muse: alright
Notes: lol second post..not much better.

[vincent]

Vincent would rather be doing just about anything else. Scratch that, he would rather be doing someone else. Not that that made much more sense. He sighed. This bitch ghost of a stalker was driving him insane. He just wanted her to leave him alone so he could get back to his life, he very much so was enjoying his life, as much as he wished he could be out of this fucking place, and she was just pissing him off now. He didn’t approve of the ghost following him around. ”Can’t you just go back to your little witch friend?” He was just exhasperated, he knew the answer that he would get from her. It was always the same.

She just shrugged at him, a small smirk playing on her features and he sighed. She just was amusing herself being aggravating now.

Which was when he asked about the ghost busters, well not exactly, she didn’t seem to approve of him finishing the sentence, and her insulted look had inspired him to start laughing rather than just say it to piss her off, which he had been debating as well but figured he would behave himself slightly, emphasis on slightly not the behaving part. He rolled his eyes, following after her floating form that was doing something that would have been walking if her feet weren’t hovering a foot above the ground.

Slightly creepy but he was used to it by now.

Another voice spoke out around the fucked up place that was called Lake Love and Vincent mentally groaned even before he turned around to see who the fuck was trying to piss him off now. He wasn’t sure how to react to someone else being here. Being that it was a male voice he was a little less pissed off. If this bitch ghost had chased off another lovely lady he might have spazzed out even more than anything else, he was so sick of her chasing off his prospects when he so badly needed to get laid. Like seriously. It had been too long. But being that it was a dude’s voice, he was a little bit less annoyed. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket he turned, the slight chill at his back telling him that she was right behind his shoulder, peering over it.

So, he thought he was talking to himself then? Wonderful. Everyone seemed to think that, not that Vincent could exactly blame them. Ghosts were not easy to see and most people never acquired the skill, most only heard the slight voice on the wind or the chill that meant that they were right behind them or something like that. It was rare for them to actually see a ghost. He was just fucking lucky or some bullshit like that. Shoot him now. Not that it would do any good.

He shook his head. There was no point trying to explain ghosts to someone who couldn’t see them, it would just be a waste of his breath. Instead, a slight smirk tugged at his lips and he could feel the ghosts amusement behind him as she realized he wasn’t going to yell, she may get some form of show if she was careful not to interfere. She liked that apparently, it drove him up a wall that he was beginning to be able to read what she wanted and what she thought. She was a ghost, she shouldn’t still have preference.

Anyway.

”So are you ghost busters then? I assume so because you have as much skill as they do seeing the spirits.” he said, laughter in his voice because this whole way of going about it amused him. He didn’t usually bother with people of the male persuasion. Unless they were trying to kill him for stealing their girls, that was when he got assaulted and got his male interaction usually. But this one wasn’t one of those he assumed. Either way, he didn’t get closer, just called back. The dude hadn’t even taken out his headphones, so why should he bother to get closer if the other dude could probably not bother take out his headphones?

Muse: Eh
Comments: Sorry it sucks
Words: 728

[xavier]

Xavier hadn't really known what had brought him here. He had just been bored and started walking while listening to his music. He didn't have much else to do, He wasn't going to to find his sister or anything, he thought he needed some alone time.

Instead of actually getting that alone time though, he ended up walking into Lake Love. This accursed place where a whole bunch of couples and things like that came here and kissed and crap like that. Xavier thought it was pretty sickening, who had time for love anyway? It was a waste.

Besides, There were no couples here right now anyway. Just a guy who was standing there talking to himself.

Xavier smirked watching this guy. The town was full of crazies in all shapes and sizes, Xavier knew this much but he didn't really expect to run into one. He spent most of his time keeping an eye on his sister and trying to find a way out of this place, he didn't spend time with many people .

So meeting this guy was interesting, He liked meeting people who were more fucked up then he was. He grinned a bit as he continued watching the guy talk to himself a little bit more before he finally spoke.

The guy called him the Ghost busters and Xavier actually laughed a little bit looking at him. Really? Was that his best material? Just because he was crazy that did not mean he could actually go around and make terrible jokes at people. Though, Xavier wasn't exactly complaining much.

This was going to be amusing, and if it was going to be amusing that meant that he could laugh make fun of other people and pretend he didn't have issues and unbearing guilt. Win Win for Xavier.

"Ghost Busters? Really? That is the best thing you could come up with? I catch you randomly talking to air and I'm a Ghostbuster?"

Apparently, this guy saw ghosts though. It was much more fun to make fun of him but if he saw ghosts, that could interesting. Xavier was only a dream walker, that kind of witch so seeing Ghosts wasn't really his thing. Though if this guy could see a ghost it was something interesting.

"So if you see spirits then, What type of Witch are you? Unless of course you are indeed a nut like I first suspected when I arrived here"he said with a bit of a grin.

Xavier sat down looking at the Icy lake. He liked how it looked it was truly beautiful. Only parts of it were full of Ice, He could see where the sun had actually gotten there and he could see the water moving, where as the Ice was completely still. He liked the contrast. He ran a hand through his long dark hair and looked up at the guy who was still pretty much kind of silent.

"What? The 'spirit' have you by the tongue?"he said with a little bit of a grin, he reached into his pocket and turned his music off completely. He wasn't going to be listening to music if he was sitting around messing with this guy.

Not that he really anything much else to do anyway . Such was the boring life of Xavier Luna, perhaps it would get more interesting. He hoped that it would get more interesting, because boring was getting well...Boring.



Words: 592
Muse: Meh
Notes: I ish still trying to get used to him.

[vincent]

Vincent rolled his eyes at the other male’s response to his Ghost Buster’s comment and caught the ghostie girl doing the same out of the corner of his eye. He usually didn’t bother with males, they bothered him. But talking to someone who could actually speak back to him was a plus, at least it could be if the ghost stopped distracting him every five seconds with her need to make him seem utterly insane, and it was obviously working if this male was any indication of that fact. He shook his head, a private smile on his lips. ”It’s a bit of a long story” he replied. He obviously did have better material, Vincent was a flirt after all. But he didn’t see the need to use it on this male and a ghost. What a waste that would be.

The male asked him what type of witch he was and Vincent leaned until he was being supported by the ugly park bench that was next to him, his hip against the cold metal but he barely noticed it. It didn’t bother him anyway, it was something real unlike the ghost girl with him. Annoying bitch that she was. He took his mind back to the present. ”I’m gonna go with thinking you’re a witch if you assume I am one” he replied, semi cryptically. And then he dropped his leather jacket a bit so that his shoulders were just covered by the tank top under it…and let his wings slide free from his skin. They weren’t huge and impressive like his mother’s, but they weren’t too small like his father’s were. They were just perfect for him and the same color as a shadow in the night. He pulled them back in and pulled his jacket back on, shaking off the chill of the night.

”Death angel. Death and spirits come with the territory.” he informed the kid. It wasn’t strictly true of course, and he could now call this male a kid if he was a witch because there was no way he was older than him. Vincent was willing to bet that he was a hundred years his senior at least. Anyway, he wasn’t exactly telling the truth. While death and spirits came with the territory, this girl here was a ghost. And those were usually limited to necromancers to deal with, it wasn’t the most common ability for a death angel to be able to see one.

And for that matter…”And technically the bitch over my shoulder is a ghost. There’s a difference” he said with an indifferent shrug and winced when the girl in question laughed at being called a bithc again. It apparently amused her, he assumed she had been called it many times before. He leveled a glare at her, he had asked her to stop doing that. She, for her part, just shrugged and smirked at him. He mouthed bitch at her again and he saw the amusement in her eyes. Great he had amused a ghost, his life was complete now. Ugh.

Vincent turned towards the lake when the kid sat, turning towards the lake. It was funny, this place always seemed more beautiful to him when he was a kid. Was that because he was free to come and go as he pleased from here or was it simply because as a child his mind had been more open to the wonder of this place? Maybe it was a bit of both. Or maybe time, over a hundred years in fact, had managed to wear at it, making it less wondrous. It could be all three, he didn’t doubt it. He had gotten lost in his thoughts and memories of being a child at this place. It was easy to do, he had spent time walking with his mother here when he was truly little, before his father had taken to hitting her so hard she refused to leave the house.

He had just come on his own then. There was nothing else to do but come on his own.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the kid speaking again. He looked down at this other male for a moment, debating why he was still here talking to him. Mostly for his own amusement really. That and it was nice to talk to someone that was real and didn’t make him feel fucking insane. Let this kid think he was insane, he didn’t care enough. He usually did, but that was when there were females in the room. This boy could think whatever flit his fancy and Vincent would not care. He smirked, amused a bit by the question. ”Yeah. Something like that” Though, it was the spirit of his own past and of memories from long ago that had held his tongue, spirit still applied. He kept his own private joke to himself.

Words: 854
CommentS: You play Zay fine, hush
Muse: Wavering

[xavier]

Xavier still wasn't entirely sure what he was doing here hanging out with this crazy guy when she should have been looking for ways to get himself and his even crazier sister out of this crazy damn town. It was only in this town you would see random guys claiming that he could talk to ghosts. Not that this was entirely uncommon there were plenty of witches out there that could speak to the dead and see a ghost or two but Xavier didn't believe this guy was the real deal. It was much more fun to believe that the guy was crazy. At least it was much more fun for him that way.

He smirked at the thought, it wasn't like it would be unfounded. Finding crazy people was a very common thing in this town. Sometimes he actually thought his crazy sister did belong here and that just made him remember, that that was his fault. Xavier frowned. He didn't want to think about that, the more he thought about that the more he just pissed himself off. And why piss himself off when there was a very available crazy person right next to him for him to make fun off?

See, there was no reason at all, so pushing the thought to the back of his mind he turned his attention back over to the crazy dude and his"Ghost"

The guy leaned over by a metal bench and Xavier watched him with disinterest as he just waited to see if the guy was going to answer his question about what type of witch he was since he was seeing ghosts. He had to be a witch, but the guy only answered saying that he was guessing Xavier was one because he was asking. Good guess. Xavier smirked a little at him and bowed a bit before answering him.

"Xavier Luna, Dream walker at your service. Er, not really at your service, try and make me be at your service and I will pound you. he said with a big grin. He was amusing himself here and he loved being amused, it was better than being upset and harping over all the mistakes he had made involving Ria.

The guy still hadn't answered about what he was and now Xavier was even more curious. He definitely had to be supernatural. Mostly everyone in this town was either a vampire or a witch, at least from what he had come across. He took note of all these things, so that he would know what he was up against when he and his sister finally broke out of here. They were going to break out, mark his words. He nodded to himself at that as if he needed to confirm it and then turned his attention back over to the guy again.


The guy explained that he was a Death Angel and Xavier nodded, he had heard about those and found them quite intriguing actually. He looked him up and down as he said Death and spirits come with the territory and Xavier shrugged a little bit at him. He was sure it was, plus the guy said the person was a ghost and that it was she and that there was a difference and Xavier smirked. Didn't think he was smart huh?

"Well If you wanna get Technical, shouldn't you be a Necromancer then? he said with a sardonic quirk of his brow which basically said, just because I am young doesn't mean I don't know things. He smirked and turned back to the lake.

The quieter this guy was the more it made Xavier have his own thoughts about things he always thought about and he wasn't really into that at the moment. The guy was supposed to amusement, why wasn't he being amusing? He sighed he had asked if the ghost had his tongue and he responded with something like that and Xavier rolled his eyes before speaking

"Is this the part where you get all choked up telling me about your past and how you told the teacher not to touch you there? Cus if it is. Let's hit fast forward get to something a little less annoying and Harry hard luck kay?"he said with a big grin sent the guys way, he was joking yes but he was being serious at the same time. He didn't want to hear any sob stories he wanted to do something...He wanted to have some fun.

"So what do you guys do for fun around here?"he asked still feeling good about the comment he had made before, hey he had never said he was going to play nice.

Words: 807
Muse: good
Notes: his best post yet