Post by Ilani Moonblood on Jul 4, 2011 17:19:53 GMT -5
IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all
w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l
no one will care at all
w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l
Sometimes, it just didn’t pay to get up in the morning. And kudos for you if you even THOUGHT about trying to keep a happy disposition…’cause it’ll probably end up kicking you in the gnads for your troubles.
At least, that was what she’d come to learn lately.
Sitting on an outcropping of rock and metal, Ilani rested her chin on her folded hands, resting comfortably on her bent knees. The park around her was quiet, the birds were chirping, the sun was shining, kids were playing on the jungle gym across the way…
And she was having a staring contest with a dead girl.
It just wasn’t fair.
“You blink first,” The ghost demanded, frowning at her.
“No, you blink first.”
“No, you.”
“No you.”
And on and on it went. Really. It was a miracle that she’d survived for so long.
Glaring at her as best as her dry eyes could stand, Ilani Moonblood, aka ‘That Crazy Person Over There’, tried her best not to start crying right there. Little Katy Daniels had come to her- scaring the living daylights out of her as she appeared out of nowhere at the edge of her bed, the little…sweetheart- two days ago, demanding help in ‘finding the light’, as if this were some weird B-movie. What did she look like? A literal staircase to Heaven?
C’mon now, she knew she’d gained a little weight around the hips, but…a STAIRCASE?!
Once again, on the Fairness Meter, that one ranked a stunning two.
Unfortunately for her- and whatever man she got involved with; ghosts were territorial, the annoying little things, and loved to play poltergeist during the worst of times- and the rest of the world, our girl is a psychic…and none too happy about it. The ‘gift’ had supposedly come from her mother’s family, and she, being female, was bestowed with the ability to see, hear, and speak to the dead.
As in the dearly departed whose ties to earth were cut.
As in your grandmother, your sister, your brother, your favorite kitty cat that got run over by the tractor trailer on Route 6—
Yeah. You get the picture.
The rock was- thankfully- hidden by a low hanging willow tree, and Ilani sighed at the little girl, who copied the weary look on her face, not once blinking. She’d had to sneak out at the crack of dawn, so as not to awaken her boyfriend from a very fitful sleep after their ‘joyous’ night before…and just thinking about him made her grin. She had been in her first monogamous relationship for…gah, she didn’t know how long, but it felt like forever! And she was enjoying it!
Now, if only she could get rid of Stares McGee over here, so she could get back to the bar and lick some particularly yummy abs.
The sundress that she’d thrown on that morning was a bit dirty, and sticking to her body like tissue paper. Her hair- brown- was put up in a messy bun, and chocolate eyes stared out of a sun kissed face; ah, natural tanning, yet another gift from her Native American ancestors. Now, if it wasn’t for the darned “I can see dead people” part, she’d be set. 28 years old, and she was already the town pariah, sitting there like a crazy person, trying not to blink as—
…Wait a minute. Did ghosts even blink?
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