Life of Debauchery (Open)

[vincent]

Vincent sighed and rolled his eyes. He was bored in general. Welcome to his life. This place bored the ever loving shit out of him. He tightened his leather jacket around his lean body, due to his heritage as a death angel, not cause he was a light weight. It was almost a subconscious movement more than anything else. He was just pissed off at the world. What else was new though? He was almost always pissed off at something or someone, but it wasn’t his fault the world made it so easy to be pissed off, was it? No it wasn’t. Ugh. He hated this place. He was technically a Townie so no one could bother him to go to therapy or whatever shit that was, which was good cause he would have totally but his scythes to someone’s head. Or the wall. Ya know, whatever came first.

He was currently sitting on what once was his house before it became part of the ruins. In truth, it hadn’t been his house for the past 50 years or so, but he still liked to come here and thing. The only thing remaining was a five foot high wall, where he was currently perched, looking up at the damn twilight sky. He had a shift at the club in two hours, but until then, he found himself with absolutely nothing to do and it pissed him off. He hated being bored, what was the point of that? Nothing, it was bull and it seemed like it was the story of his life. Immortality was so not all it was cranked out to be. I mean, here he was, a 122 year old man, and he only looked about 22. That was about the only perk, besides the powers and the scythe. But it was bull that he was a defensive type too.

But it also meant the black eye he should have had wasn’t there.

That made him grin a little. So he had messed around a bit with a chick who had a macho boyfriend, it happened from time to time because he never bothered to check about their relationship statuses. Was it really his fault that she flirted back with him? And he was pretty positive that she had leaned in to kiss him first. Well, the boyfriend didn’t seem to see it his way, not that he cared. Vincent liked fights as much as the next macho asshole. Sucker had gotten in a lucky shot, got him in the eye, but he was pretty sure that he had won considering the other boy was in the hospital right now. Funny, even the insane ones could flirt.

At least that was a perk of this place, there weren’t any others. The bitches Blake took out all the fun when they took over. Xavier didn’t care, they sadly did. Mostly cause they were competing with each other about running the town, but still. It made his life of debauchery harder.

Oh well, he still pulled it off.

He looked up, looking up at the moon that was beginning to rise up over head. Loved the damn moon, it was so peaceful, so everything that he wasn’t. Hey, he could want something he wasn’t sometimes, wasn’t that the definition of life itself? Besides, he had nothing to do while he waited for his shift to start. Maybe someone interesting would present themselves, who knew. He hoped so, the girls he usually messed around with were busy, so he was bored. Perhaps a new little girlie would show their face, and he could have fun again. Maybe.

[astraeadike]

Raea didn't really know where she was going, she was just walking, when she left the town and entered the ruins she didn't know, but she was kind of glad she wasn't around all the crazies anymore. She didn't know when she lost Ki either but she knew that Ki would follow her as soon as she realized that she wasn't next to her anymore. One of Raea's hands was in her jean pocket, her other hand held onto the strap of her bag, which held her caster, a new book of spells that she was writing, and some homework from school.

The moon was rising, giving everything a white glow almost. Raea smiled, nighttime was beautiful, that was when you could see the stars, also when Raea felt the most comfortable looking into her mirror and checking on her parents. She missed them the most, probably a bit more than Pride. Hard to believe but it was true. Her parents were, well, her parents, and they'd be helpful with Raea's current situation. She didn't trust the doctors here. Sure they wanted to help but they also didn't want to be here either.

Certainly not Raea!

She looked behind her and thought she saw Ki trying to catch up but she didn't really care. She just tugged her shirt back down and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Ugh. She stopped for a second and closed her eyes, after a minute her stomach stopped flipping and she continued walking, only to stop and cover her mouth. She needed to sit down. She looked around and saw a wall that she could sit under. She didn't see the man sitting on top of the wall and if she did she would have thought she went insane.

She walked over to the wall and sat down, leaning her back against it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her hands pressed lightly on her stomach and she sighed. She didn't want to look at Ki, who she was sure was only a few feet away from her, she just let one tear roll down her cheek.

Stupid hormones.

Comments: I hate it but I also love it.
Muse: It's a love/hate relationship at the moment
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[ki]

Okay, either today was an off day, or preggo was getting harder and harder to keep up with. Considering Miyuki was the faster of the two, she was banking on the first one.

The preggo in question? None other than Astraea Greene, Miyuki's newest and actually... Raea was Miyuki's only friend. Only real friend anyways. I mean, sure, Miyuki had had a busload of fake friends in the past. Just people trying to use her for some reason or another. Whatever, Miyuki didn't care about that. Miyuki didn't care about those shit-bags in the slightest. Wouldn't give a crap if they all died, in fact, she wouldn't mind doing the killing herself.

Raea was different from them. Too much like some of her sisters. Too much like Mayumi and Rei to be specific. Raea was nice, almost too nice. Nice was good, nice, honest, true, warm-hearted kindness, that was a rare quality in people today and Miyuki liked seeing it in others. The thing about the world, however? The world itself didn't seem to like nice very much. Nice people got hurt, nice people got stepped on, nice people took the fall for the cruel people.

Miyuki couldn't stand that.

That was the real reason behind Miyuki's near over-bearing protectiveness of the young witch. Miyuki didn't want to see her get hurt. It was obvious that there were a few people running around with one or 10 screws loose, hell! Miyuki was one of them! That was why Miyuki had a bit of an issue when it came to having to leave Raea's side for even the slightest moment. Timing was everything after all. Turn your back on someone for even a second and the worst could happen.

Of course, the worst that had ever happened so far was Raea not being there when she turned back around.

Miyuki wasn't sure how many times that had happened today. 5? 8? Surely it hadn't hit the double digits already, had it? Either or, it was happening a lot today. Something would catch Miyuki's attention for the slightest moment and Raea was gone. Sure, it was never very long before she found her little sister like figure again, but those few moments of not knowing where she was, it was like a mother loosing their child in a mall on the weekends. Not the funnest thing ever.

So, bearing that in mind, you could imagine Miyuki's momentary state of panic when she lost track of Raea while making her way through a crowd of people. Not momentary because she soon found Raea again, but momentary because soon enough, all her mind could comprehend was the searing pain from the collar around her neck, choking her.

Eyes widened, fighting for gasps of air to force into her screaming lungs, Miyuki made a futile grab for the collar only to feel the blinding white-hot burn of the silver scorching into her palms as her hands were wrapped around the collar, attempting to pull it loose, though her attempts were to no avail. Luckily enough, soon the collar loosened back it's regular size around her neck, finally enabling her to release her hold on the black leather with it's sharp and pointed silver studs. Gasping for air, Miyuki straightened up from the bent-over position she had leaned into when choking for air to realize none had really noticed her struggle, those people wandering about oblivious to her little scene due to how common a thing it was. This was an asylum after all, people randomly spazzing or having a break-down in the middle of the street was a sadly common thing. Of course, what Miyuki had just gone through was no mental spaz or breakdown of any kind, however, it looked enough like one for people to pay no heed. Just as well, Miyuki was rather glad no one ever asked about it aside from Raea, it made not answering them all the easier.

Okay... Now, where had Raea skipped off to?

They were in The Ruins of course. Miyuki rather liked the Ruins. She could break things here and no one would care. That of course, was the biggest appeal for Miyuki. She liked the no-class/low-class/grungy feel of the place. She wasn't sure why of course, but... she just did. There was something about it she just... liked. Yeah, odd, but Miyuki was an odd child. Odd and destructive were the two things she did best.

After a moment of scanning around, Miyuki caught sight of the rather familiar chocolate-brown locks that were her best and only friend's hair in the fleeting distance. Oh, there she was. A grin spread across Miyuki's face when she caught glance of her younger friend. With quickened steps, Miyuki hurried to catch up with the young witch. To most, running in heels was both awkward and worrisome, due to the fact that it could easily snap the heels, especially heels as thin as Miyuki's currently were. However, to Miyuki, running in heels was just... something she did. She could fight just as easily with them on as she could with them off after all. Just because a girl walked around in skirts, dresses and heels/heeled boots every day did in no way mean they couldn't be dangerous. Just ask the three daggers hidden within Miyuki's un-zipped asymmetrical leather jacket that were dying to be used to cut someone today.

Slowing her pace as she neared closer, Miyuki's eyes were drawn up the wall Raea sat against for a moment to eye the man sitting atop it. Narrowing her eyes at the man for a moment as she stood by Raea, Miyuki took his lack of action as a sign that he was no threat and turned her attention back to Raea, squatting down to be at eye-level with her. Miyuki caught sight of the tear and a faint, sympathetic smile ghosted across Miyuki's features. “Hey, Rae? You just taking a break or ya wanna sit here for a while?” Miyuki asked softly, then noticed Raea had set her things down. Okay, looks like they were staying. That was fine with Miyuki. She sat down beside Raea, curling her legs beside her instead of propping them up like she normally would have. The position was less comfortable, but Miyuki was in a dress after all. She was no idiot, she knew how you should and shouldn't sit when wearing dresses or skirts.

For a brief second, Miyuki's eyes traveled upwards, to relocate the man sitting above them. She was paranoid after all, someone sitting above you was like having your back to that person, and Miyuki couldn't really handle having her back to some stranger very well. What could she say, her father taught her well.

She hoped that old fart got everything that was coming to him.

nada idk {Click!} Raea! Duh twaz alright none? iunnooooo MADE BY MIYU! STEAL AND DIE, BIZATCHES!

[vincent]

So Vincent was thinking about getting off the wall and just going to the club early. He could easily just play with the chickadee’s in the club to amuse himself and keep himself from boredom until he actually had to work, couldn’t he? He was seriously debating this, it seemed like a good idea to him. He couldn’t help it if his need was high…he usually got it too. But not lately, lately he had run into a string of bad luck and it was making him really annoyed by this whole thing. He needed a chick to play with, he needed to at least flirt with a chick.

This was his thought process as he stared up at the moon and attempted to puzzle out what he wanted to do while he waited for his shift to start. Once actually working behind the bar at the club, he could probably score a chick or two to go back to the Housing with, if he knew his own devilish charm…which he did. That wasn’t the point, that was child’s play and he did it all the time. The point was whether or not he could amuse himself now or not. He wanted to, the only issue was how. He heard noise below him but he didn’t look down, figuring it was a cat or something, they ran a little wild around this place.

As long as it wasn’t a vamp, he was good. They tended to hate him for reasons unknown. He didn’t care enough to puzzle it out.

It was when he actually heard a voice, that he actually looked down to see who the heck had disturbed his peace. And he grinned. Well hello there, way to make up his mind for him. He silently thanked the moon. Why? Because he had been asking said gorgeous globe to send him a sign, and instead the shining white pearl in the sky sent him two gorgeous girls. Well, if that wasn’t a sign for him, he didn’t know what was. He debated jumping down, but he much liked his spot up here, that was why he hadn’t bothered to come down before, even through all his debatings about hitting the club early or not. So why should he get down now? He had a much better idea. ”You know, the view’s much better from up here” he said with a little smirk, down to the two girls below him.

But he wouldn’t be Vincent if he didn’t add in the next bit.

”Plus, I think my view would be much improved with two gorgeous girls up here with me” he offered with a little chuckle, amused entirely. He couldn’t help the corny lines sometimes, because sometimes they worked just as well as the smooth ones. He had been told before he was an ass, and he didn’t really care if that was what people thought about him. He wasn’t going to change just to make other people happy, they could deal with the way he wanted to be or they could leave, it was their choice. He didn’t keep people near him by force, they could stay or leave as they pleased, he didn’t care.

His comeback for the people that called him an ass was always to say that even though he was an ass, he was an ass that got loving. So what did that say about the way he handled his life? Sure he was an ass, he knew it. But that never meant he was alone…some people liked the bad boys. And he knew most chicks did. Hence why Vincent was very satisfied with his love life, or his lack of one…romantically at least. He had one hell of one sexually. Sucks to be the people that hated him, more often than not, they were just jealous and he knew it.

As for right now though? He was more interested to see what these two girls would do. The tiny one, the one who had spoken, she looked tough and he honestly doubted that she’d actually come up and sit with him. She seemed more like the type to tell him to fuck off and spit in his face. The other one though, she he couldn’t really read, she seemed too soft for good fun flirting. Saddening, oh well…he liked a challenge, and maybe at the very least these two could amuse him for long enough that he could entertain himself before his shift at the club.

He took another look at the girls below him, and noticed something hazy then. Frowning a little he looked closer, still not coming down from the wall though. What was that? Vincent possessed a rare gift in death angels, something that had developed in him as he had gotten older, and that happened with Deathies from time to time. Vincent could see ghosts. It had been an amusing thing to say from time to time, the whole “I see dead people” bit. But he was seeing it now. He studied the brown haired girl a little closer, and noticed her, glaring at him in particular and he rolled his eyes. Of course, the ghost didn’t like him. Whatever, ghosts usually didn’t like being noticed. He didn’t much care. ”Love, you know you have a ghost hanging on you, right?” he asked the brown haired chick, slightly amused by the whole thing. Looks like his night wasn’t going to be boring after all.

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Comments: Haha he sees dead people

[astraeadike]

Raea looked at Ki and smiled a bit, then looked back down and sniffed. She didn’t really feel like talking to Ki at the moment, but she heard Ki sit down next to her and Raea sighed a bit, pulling her knees into her chest. She loved Ki; she was like the sister she always wanted, which kind of reminded her of Cris. Cris was Pride’s sister, who died before Raea “left” for BS. She missed Cris, she dyed her hair with blue streaks and she played the guitar. Pride joked that she was spending too much time with Cris and she was corrupting her. So not true. Raea almost giggled at the memory, almost. She wished she knew why Cris died, be nice to know, considering that Raea left soon after Cris, thankfully it wasn’t into the ground, although Raea was considering that option.

A voice from above them made Raea tense up. She didn’t look up either. She just felt her breathing hitch in her throat and felt her heart nearly stop. That voice was too familiar. Way too familiar. She heard it almost every day, but when she heard it those times it was almost faint, and just two words…This was… too close for comfort, and coming from overhead. She swallowed and slowly lifted her head up. Her eyes went wide as she saw…him, sitting above her and Ki on the wall. The moon casted a glow on his face and she saw one detail that was different from her Pride. Gold eyes.

That didn’t stop Raea from nearly hyperventilating though. She looked down quickly and forced herself to take deep breaths, but she felt her body start shaking. She heard him chuckle and she looked at Ki, then looked down again and hugged her knees to her chest. Raea was not feeling well, she didn’t want to stay but she wanted to, she didn’t want to climb up there but she wanted to, she put her head on her knees and tried to stop herself from shaking. She wished she brought a jacket but she was stupid and didn’t. She took another deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Stress is never good, especially now.

She wished she had Dana with her but the dumb mutt was sleeping at home. That dog was a lazy thing. Raea looked at Ki again and whispered, “Ki he looks like him.” That sentence was hard enough for Raea to whisper. She wasn’t expecting a near exact look alike of her boyfriend in this hell hole! Raea felt her heart clench and she put her face in her hands, trying hard not to cry. Damn why did this have to happen? Raea was doing perfectly fine…OK as fine as a pregnant witch can be while missing her boyfriend and while slowly slipping into madness. Her stomach flipped and she put her hand on it again, rubbing it a bit, she didn’t need to throw up NOW thank you!

He spoke again and said the word love first. Goddess dammit why did he say that?! Raea just wanted to go crawl into a hole but what he said next made her think. She had a ghost following her?! She raised an eyebrow and looked at the man above them, then cursed herself for doing that because now she couldn’t stop staring! This man looked exactly like Pride, except for his eyes. But every other detail was right, even when he smirked or smiled. She felt her heart start beating faster and Raea tried to stop it, this wasn’t her boyfriend, and he never would be. Her mind went back to the ghost instead, wondering who it could be, couldn’t be her parents she knew they were alive, her boy was MOST DEFINITELY alive, didn’t know her grandparents, who could it be?

Her eyes traveled down and she saw a lock of her hair fall from behind her ear and she moved to put it back when she thought she saw a blue streak in it, she looked at her hair again and didn’t see any blue streak. She missed Cris. She missed the sarcasm and the Ice Bitch personality, missed the music, missed the laughs, the teasing, the spying, and the chocolate binges. She inhaled through her nose and thought she smelled chocolate. OK now what was going on?! Something wasn’t fitting here…Unless, the ghost WAS Cris…Only one way to find out. She looked up to the man again and cleared her throat before speaking, her voice wavering slightly, “What does she look like?” The ‘she’ part was thrown in, if she called Cris ‘It’ Raea didn’t think she’d like it very much.

Muse: She hates me
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[ki]

Some thought silence to be nerve-wracking, but never once did Miyuki think that as she sat there beside Raea in perfect silence. Silence could be calming, let you think and reflect on life and what events had passed. Miyuki of course never reflected on her past, or at least, she tried to never do so, but instead she tended to use the silence to organize her thoughts, figure things out, and most importantly, plot to mess things up and over all have fun. If you never learned to have a little fun, to let loose and go wild every once in a while, then you were doomed to a horrible life.

Or, that's how Ki saw things anyways.

Of course, the silence was entirely disrupted when the male sitting above decided to speak. As per usual, Miyuki glanced up towards said boy with a dull glare on her face. Nice was never her thing and lame flirting only irritated her. It wasn't enough to raise the need for violence in the violent child, simply, a slight irritation. besides, Raea was there and Miyuki always tried her best not to expose her friend to the worst she had to offer. Miyuki worried her friend would think her to be a monster and abandon her. She tried her best to keep violence away from her friend. Raea was as delicate as her sisters after all, Miyuki worried and worried over her well-being. She knew how horrible and evil the world could be.

A wave of confusion passed through Miyuki when Raea whispered to her. Just like who? It took her a moment to piece it together. Raea was pregnant, she only ever loved the father of her child. Which meant, "him"=Raea's love. Okay, with how long that took, clearly Miyuki needed to learn to start paying more attention. Oh well. She'd start paying more attention tomorrow....

Maybe.

Okay, so she probably wouldn't pay much attention tomorrow either! So sue her! Geeze! It wasn't her fault if she didn't care about something enough she tended to forget! Who did you take her for, someone that cares about stuff? Ki tended to enjoy her own "I don't give a fuck" attitude on most things. Made life easier for her, to be perfectly honest. Less to stress about.

Really, Miyuki had no idea what to say to Raea in response to what she told her, so she did what best she could do: give a reassuring smile. Hey, what was she supposed to do? Tell her friend that she was wrong or right about the stranger looking like her friend's beloved? Well, since Miyuki had actually never seen the father in question before, she couldn't exactly do that. Well, actually, she couldn't exactly do that while being honest, and Miyuki wasn't going to lie to Raea either. Why would she lie to Raea? Miyuki always thought lies never really helped things. It was always better in the long run to know the truth, so you don't go and start basing things on lies. Truth and lies were like blocks in that way, the sturdy ones were truths and the hallowed out ones were lies. The truths never broke when too much weight was placed on it unlike the lies.

When Raea buried her face in her hands, that got Miyuki to start worrying. She frowned and put a hand on her shoulder, about to ask if she was okay when Raea's hands moved from her face to her stomach, deepening Miyuki's frown and furthering her worry. Had Miyuki ever mentioned that she wasn't the best help with pregnant women? Sure, Miyuki could handle taking care of newborns, but before they came out, that was when Ki was clueless. She wasn't exactly sure what Raea needed... maybe something warm to drink would help?

And once more, Miyuki's attention was turned from her pregnant friend to the stranger above. Now, when it came to ghosts, Miyuki wasn't sure what to believe. She was open to the idea of ghosts, but at the same time, she didn't necessarily believe it. Miyuki was the kind of person who needed solid proof before she could believe anything. When the stranger first mentioned a ghost, Miyuki found that strange, made her think maybe he was crazy? However, when Raea was quick to respond, asking what she looked like, as if she already knew the gender of the ghost somehow, that was further strange to Miyuki. A look of confusion clearly on her face as she looked back and forth between both stranger and friend. Weird. That was definitely one word to describe it. Though, strange could probably work just as well.

Yup, strange worked fine, actually.

Miyuki had.... absolutely no idea what to say or do. This was a strange conversation and Miyuki felt somewhat out of place in it. Just as well, it didn't really matter. Knowing herself, she might just end up forgetting the whole conversation the next day anyways. Since it seemed alright if she zoned out for a moment and didn't pay much attention, Miyuki looked around, it seemed as if the three of them were the only ones around at the moment, she could be wrong, but that was what it looked like to her. Eyes unfocusing as she zoned out, she reached a hand up for her choker....

No, not choker, collar. That was the right word for it.

How long would she have to live with the stupid thing around her neck? Always just slightly too tight, enough to be a constant irritation. Her fingers grazed over the black leather, slipping in between the leather and her neck, as if she was going to pull on it again without realizing so. This was sadly a somewhat common thing for her to do, noted by the burn scars from the silver spikes piercing into the flesh of her palms...

lol gave Raea a chance to stop Ki from unintentionally harming herself again, if she notices that is. Seems like something that would happen pretty normally for the two, for Ki to make a grab for the collar only to have Raea slap her hands away xD idk {Click!} I believe tiz an open thread? twaz alright none? iunnooooo MADE BY MIYU! STEAL AND DIE, BIZATCHES!

[vincent]

Ahhh not impressed by his flirting. Vincent shrugged a bit to himself. Oh well, their loss. He had plenty of other chicks who would be happy to keep him company later, he was just trying to pass the time until he had to go work. They seemed interesting enough if they’d both stop being so damn morbid, so he would work on that. Maybe lighten the mood or some such shit. The one chick seemed downright sick or sad, and it was more than a bit depressing. And the other one just seemed just plain pissed off. Both of which did not keep Vincent amused for more than a minute or two before he’d just move on to aggravating someone else. It was what he did best after all.

But that was what Vincent got for trying to find his fun in a town full of crazies right? He was an unlucky one, he was one of the townies. One of the sane ones around here who just had the misfortune of being born in the town, it was a suckish way to live but he had no other way out, he had tried portaling out but the bitch witch had it all blocked. It was fucked up, a man deserved his freedom. Once upon a time he was gathering women from all around the world to sleep in his bed. Now he was lucky if one of the new psychos wanted to play, or he was stuck with the same round of townies as he usually was stuck with which got really boring after a while.

Jeez, if the tiny one glared any harder her eyes would fall out. He shrugged it off with a bit of a grin and looked back up at the moon, letting the two girls have their bizarre little conversation. Let them do whatever they wanted, he’d stay up here and wait until they decided to include him. Which he hoped would be soon, Vincent was bored as shit. If he didn’t get entertained here, chances were he would just go off and cause trouble somewhere else, probably piss off a Warden or two.

It was too easy around here to make a nuisance of himself.

Far too easy, the place was all uptight with its rules about keeping people in, that they had so many rules inside to make sure that it happened. Which was bad planning if you asked this Deathy. Not that anyone did, he was just a miscreant who caused trouble, worked the clubs, and flirted. Yep, pretty much sounded like Vincent’s life. Plus a fight or two. The little one was looking like she was spoiling for a fight, all to defend the other little bit, but he didn’t fight girls. And he wasn’t interested in a fight right now. If he got himself in a fight he’d just get himself locked up again and he would rather work and earn some points for himself considering he did no other work to get points.

But then he saw the damn ghost.

And of course he had to comment on it, she seemed to demand he did the way she was glaring at him. Little bitchy ghost didn’t seem to like him at all, well the feeling was fucking mutual darling. He didn’t like seeing ghosts anymore than they liked him seeing them…but it came along with the territory of being as old as Vincent was. Though only the defensive Deathies could see them at all, the violent ones couldn’t for some reason, don’t ask Vincent why he didn’t have a clue. And it didn’t help that he was trying to look as sane as possible when he a ghost showed up. Talking to what other people saw as thin air didn’t often get him good points in the sane department did it?

But the chica-dee seemed to have an idea of who the ghosty-girl was. Which made sense, the dead rarely followed people they didn’t know. And only if they had a good reason. Usually, the rule was that they had to have died for the person for them to follow said person. Unless people were necromancers, which this girly so wasn’t…she seemed too sweet for that. Definantly not a death angel because she wasn’t wearing all black. So the verdict was that this ghost had died for this girl. He arched a brow a bit, studying the girl. Wonder who she was that this ghosty would die for her?

”Can’t make out much in the way of looks, love. She seems to hate me too much for that for some reason. But kinda…darker hair, brown I’d guess. And light eyes. Black and red clothes” he shrugged and gave a basic description of the girl even as she shook her head, clearly demanding not to be revealed to the other girl. But the little love deserved to know who her ghostly stalker was if you asked Vincent. Not that many people did, but he rarely cared what other people wanted when it came to these things. Besides, she was dead, there wasn’t much she could do about stuff like that was there?

He looked at the girl who had the ghostly stalker. She seemed pretty damn fragile if you asked him. Though, once again, people usually didn’t. He threw his opinion in silently anyway. He wondered whether it would help her or hurt her to tell her that this girl had died for her. He just didn’t want the little love to cry, he hated when females cried, it was a weak spot of his. He liked to make them happy, dancing, playful. Hence why he was a flirt who worked at a club. When they cried it made him feel all awkward and like he had to fix it, that was his mother’s fault in the end. She had been such a fragile, and still was such a fragile creature. He had always seen the need to keep an eyes on her.

But, she deserved to know.

”Love, something you should know about ghosts” he started carefully, looking up at the moon once more to avoid the constant ghostly glare he was getting. She didn’t want the girl to know? Vincent disagreed. ”The only way they can follow a person around like this one does, is if the person’s a deathy or a Necro….both of which I don’t think you are” he was picking his words carefully, trying very hard not to upset the chica that he was beginning to suspect was here as a depression case. ”The other reason, is if they gave their life to save the person they follow now” he finished, looking down into her blue eyes with his stunning gold ones then, needing to get that point across loud and clear.

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Comments: He's a dork. Secretly.

[astraeadike]

Raea looked at Miyuki and gave her a slight glare when she smiled. THIS WAS NO MATTER TO SMILE AT!! Well, she couldn't blame Ki really, Ki didn't pay attention. Raea sighed and went back to trying not to freak. She hated freaking! She kept trying to prove she WASN'T insane in this hell hole but freak outs just "proved" to the staff that didn't care that she belonged here. She missed her family, she missed her aunt, she missed everybody!! Ki may be enough to keep her from slitting her throat open but she's not enough to keep her from missing everybody, and having someone who looks like her boy sit right above her on the wall just made her want to get out of this hell hole even more

She felt Ki place her hand on her shoulder and Raea smiled a bit at her, but Ki was frowning, Raea just smiled a bit more, telling her worried friend that she was fine. She just needed something to calm her stomach. Which was often (but she wouldn't tell Ki that). When the topic of the ghost came up Raea was...intrigued. She wanted to know who it was and she had a hunch too. The man described the girl and Raea smiled even more. Yep. That was her. "Cris..." OK so now she was feeling a bit better. One hundred percent better? No. Enough to hopefully not commit suicide? Not really. Enough that maybe BS wouldn't be that bad? She can't see her so how can she talk to her?! Yea Ghost Cris wouldn't be so bad, though she did miss talking to her friend.

Raea looked at the man again and tore her gaze away after staring for too long. Dammit why did he have to look like her boyfriend!? Which was probably why Cris didn't like him. He looked too much like her brother. Raea tried to stop a giggle from leaving her mouth and she then tried to stop the giggle fit she was about to have. Damn hormones made everything one hundred times worse! From happy moods to the angry modes to the, very often, sad moods, nothing was simple. She took a deep breath and ran her hand through her hair, suddenly missing the blue streaks. "Cris I miss you dying my hair." She whispered, she also missed the awkward one armed hugs Cris would give her.

The man-who-looked-too-much-like-her-boyfriend spoke again and started talking about the ghost bitch. Yea her nickname was Ice Bitch so Raea decided to re-nickname her to the Ghost Bitch. She didn't think Cris would mind too much, besides she still was the Ice Bitch...just dead...Ohh he said love again, goddess dammit stop saying that word!! It was bad enough to have him look like Pride did he have to sound like him too!? If he said her nickname, which could happen, she'd smack him right across the face. He said that ghosts could only follow a deathy or Necro, and she was neither, Raea glared up at him "No shit Sherlock." She said, a bit angered. What she's pregnant she's allowed to be bitter!!

He then said something that made the gears in her head turn. Cris died for her? How? She tried to look past the man up on the wall, his gold eyes staring into her blue ones, thinking of why Cris would die for her. First she was glad that Cris loved her so much, second, WHY!? Raea stretched her legs out in front of her and let the thought process flow naturally...until she smelled some disgusting perfume. Raea put a hand to her nose and coughed once. Smelled way too familiar...Mandy! "Mandy...Mandy killed you..." Tears welled in her eyes and she tried hard not to start crying. Damn witch killed Cris a month before Raea was sent here!! Cris knew about it and tried to save her...Daaamn that girl deserved about two thousand tons of chocolate for what she did for Raea.

Oh wait, she didn't know the guys name. She looked back up and cleared her throat, trying not to sound too upset. "What's your name? And if you don't mind do you think you can come down here? I can't exactly...climb." She then looked to Ki who was reaching for her collar. BAD BAD BAD! CODE RED! Raea grabbed Ki's wrist and pulled it away from her neck. She glared at Ki, her eyebrows knitting together and her sky blue eyes turning cold. "Miyuki." One word, her name, and it did not sound friendly. She hated it when Ki did stupid shit like this, she didn't like seeing her friend burn herself on a stupid collar.

Great, Raea felt like a damn roller coaster now. One more mood swing and she'd hit her head on the wall.

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Comments: I felt like I was switching tenses throughout this entire post, maybe because I'm supposed to be sleeping now...Anyway hope you like.