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Post by DREW DAVIS on Aug 15, 2011 4:08:05 GMT 1
Date: Month Day Year November 28, 2008
Tag(s): Winnie Cooper As a general rule, Drew hated other ghosts. They were pissy, angry, haunted stuff, and generally creeped people out. On this lovely Friday evening, Drew was also pissy, angry, about to haunt something, and hopefully wasn't about to creep someone out. The apartment complex he sat in front of had been reported to have a malignant haunting, and, since Drew was the resident Bureau ghost, he'd been sent to at least gather initial data. Of course, if possible, he'd take care of the issue on his own... "Hey, let's get this over with fast," Rudy, his driver said from the front seat. "I'd like to get into bed by a decent hour." If Drew could have sighed, he would have as he stepped through the door of the car and invisibly stole into the lobby of the building. If he was lucky, the poltergeist would come to him. If he wasn't, he'd have to trek through the entire, God forsaken building--all 120 apartments, the basement, and the storage rooms probably to find some scared little kid who just needed some help moving on. Within fifteen minutes, Drew decided that being lucky wasn't all it cracked up to be. He'd found the nasty bugger on the first floor, a creepy as Hell looking guy with a nasty attitude who'd screamed at Drew to get out (like that ever worked), then started swinging. Once Drew landed a few solid hits, the ghost had split, and Drew had gotten Rudy to set up a banishment circle in the basement. Unfortunately, the ghost had run into the apartments, and now Drew was looking for it, drawing power from the apartments he was walking through for a showdown. He found the other ghost a few apartments down from where he had started "Gotcha, nasty," he said, causing the lights to flicker as he simultaneously became visible and more powerful to start laying a smackdown. Unfortunately, the other ghost was a little older and knew the same tricks. This was about to get ugly, and Drew hoped whoever owned the apartment didn't come home in the middle of two partially visible specters duking it out in their living room. |
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Post by WINNIE COOPER on Aug 15, 2011 8:49:25 GMT 1
The steam that filled the small bathroom dissipated slightly as Winn opened a tiny window over the shower. She held the towel tight around her with one hand and held the bridge of her nose with the other. She peered in the mirror and tilted her head back to survey the damage. Slight, nothing major, stopped even. She let go and the top her nose twitched slightly as it regained feeling. Wiping a drop of red away from the nostril she washed her hand and shook her hair out.
She was in an annoyed state. She preferred to work nights and even put it in her contracts. However the current company she was consulting for had a strict daytime only policy. Governments used the nighttime for shady dealings and wooing of arms dealers. Being forced to rub elbows with a normal crowd did not put her in a friendly disposition. She soldiered on as she knew she must though, this was a pretty decent gig and one that could lead to more lucrative ones.
Dropping the towel unceremoniously over the back of a chair in the corner of her bedroom, she rooted around her drawers for pajamas. She was simple when it came to nightwear: long shirt, no bottoms. Bed was not a place to be modest. A large yawn caught her by surprise and she crawled into bed. Eyes starting to close, she turned off the lamp on her bedside table and groped around for her phone. She blinked against the harsh backlight and set an alarm, check her email, stocks and all other dinging alerts. But being cozied up under a comforter, a cool breeze through the window and fluffy pillows dragged her into sleep faster then she had thought. Her hand slipped over the side of the bed, still clutching the phone and dangled there.
A few hours later, there was a noise. A few actually. Outside a car whizzed by and honked loudly, causing dogs to bark and a cat to yowl loudly. At the same time, upstairs neighbors slammed a door and cursed loudly. It was however a hissing pop and crackle that brought Winn out of a dead sleep and caused her to drop her phone. Having gone to bed with wet hair, it had dried naturally and the curls were currently going everywhich way. She gasped, her heart racing and turned on the light. The hissing pop was not a good sound, a very bad bad sound. The sound of electronics being greatly unhappy with something, usually a power surge or outage. She swung her foot out of bed, kicking her phone across the room and hit the ground running.
It wasn't very far to the bedroom door and she almost ran into it. To stop herself she turned her leg at a strange angle and hit her toes on the leg of a chair. She let out a 5 dollar swear and pulled her door open, onto a scene she was not expecting.
The lights she had left on were flickering strangely and various computer screens sitting on her kitchen counter were wigging out. She inhaled sharply, looking at the scene before her. Two transparent figures were toe to toe in what looked like a school yard scuffle. Her jaw dropped but she couldn't form a coherent sentence, the only thing she could say:
"the f***?"
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Post by DREW DAVIS on Aug 16, 2011 4:25:54 GMT 1
Drew had just gained something of an upper hand and was straddling the nasty, trying to force it through the floor, the floor below that, and the floor below that to where Rudy was waiting with the exorcism ritual.
Then the living tenant of the apartment walked in. Drew paused mid punch, locking eyes with the confused as hell looking woman who had just walked in.
The other ghost took this moment to deck Drew in the face and roll off into the far corner of the room. The lightbulb in a nearby lamp blew as a half full ashtray flew across the room, through Drew's head and smashed against the wall next to Winnie. Other objects in the room started flying through the air.
Drew turned to Winnie as a remote went through his torso.
"Do you have salt?" he yelled at her.
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Post by WINNIE COOPER on Aug 16, 2011 11:18:02 GMT 1
"Do I have salt?" She repeated. "Do I...have...salt? You break into my apartment, in the middle of night, brawling, breaking my things and you want to know if I have salt?" She would have breathed fire if it were possible. Throughout the questioning, she remained surprisingly calm, as if this was a normal conversation.
Because the ashtray did not in fact just fly through his head. And the remote didn't detour through his torso. There wasn't anything strange about the two men having the schoolyard fistfight in front of her. Two men who looked oddly pale and like a novice had used a cliche Photoshop filter over them.
Winn stared for a moment. When the computer monitors started to rattle she gave a hard blink and went to the kitchen. She opened a cabinet door and pulled out the dark blue canister of salt. The seal was broken, but it was full. Winn had thought it was what real people had in their kitchen, there was a bag of flour and sugar on the same shelf, opened but collecting dust. When she had turned off the smoke alarm and fanned the burnt smell out the window, she decided to never try baking cookies again.
Glancing over at the counter, she looked at her overturned bag, the white pack of cigarettes peeking out. As she reached for the box, an unused computer manuel flew into her face. She gasped and reflexively put her hand to her nose, and promptly hit again with the canister. If her nose wasn't bleeding before, it was now. She felt the coppery taste in her mouth and the uncomfortable slick feeling in her throat as blood dripped backwards.
Pinching her nostrils shut with one hand she whipped around and threw the salt can towards the inquiring fellow. It flew through him and hit the wall (luckily not leaving a mark, she wanted her deposit back eventually). Something in this action and consequence struck a cord with her and her eyes widened.
"Ard you a goat?" She asked as her body hovered between hitting the deck and calling 911 (or would it be Ghostbusters) or inspecting the apartment for a hidden projector. "Ord id dis a prank?"
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Post by DREW DAVIS on Aug 22, 2011 5:12:04 GMT 1
A goat? The hell?
"This is definitely not a prank...dammit!"
The other ghost took Drew's momentary distraction as a queue to duck through a wall into the hallway, leaving Drew torn between chasing it down and doing damage control on the (now injured) civilian who had been caught in the supernatural crossfire. What's more, she had chucked the salt at him, meaning it was over in the mess of stuff that he couldn't pick up. Not that he could pick up the salt anyways...
"I'm a ghost, and so is the other guy. Sorry to barge in, but I'm trying to get rid of him for public safety purposes," Drew said brusquely, still trying to make his decision on whether to exit or not. "Sorry if it freaks you out, but there's not much I can do about it right now."
That was about when the wall the other ghost had run through started to bleed. Common scare tactic from Drew's point of view, and nothing to worry about. The other ghost obviously wasn't too practiced in dealing with the other undead, but it meant that things were about to get ugly for the civilian in the mix.
"Look, I'm working with a partner. It's legit government stuff. I wish I could show you the badge, but I didn't die with it on, but we need to get you out of the way until this gets cleared up."
He stepped over by the door.
"Trust me, I've done this type of thing before," he added, extending his hand in a clear invitation to follow him.
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Post by WINNIE COOPER on Aug 22, 2011 6:32:43 GMT 1
Winn unpinched her nose.
"Ghost..I said ghost." She started before trailing off. The bleeding had slowed, she touched her nose gently and winced. Very sore and tingly, but thankfully not broken.
She looked down at her fingers and frowned slightly, wiping her red tinted fingers on her leg. Bare leg, oh right, she was in her pajamas. She ignored the situation for a moment and looked at her leg, considering whether or not to actually put on something more. Deciding it really wasn't bothering her, she looked back up at the ghost in question. Well, the one standing (floating?) in the room.
She shook her hair out, fluffing it with one hand and frowned deeply at the wall. "That's cool too, I didn't want my security deposit back." She wrinkled her nose gingerly. "Glad to know my tax dollars are going to something useful at least?" She tilted her head slightly, Didn't die with it on? Guess he is a ghost...
"Hrm, okay, hold on. Quick time out, just to catch up on this, yes?" She gave a wry smile and nod, "Ghosts are real, you are a ghost, ghosts work for the government, ghosts are shenannigansing in my apartment" she spoke quickly and shrugged to herself. "Yeah, right, okay." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I still don't see why I should trust you. How do I know you're not going to possess me and use my body to do evil..unfinished business stuff? Hmm?" She crossed her arms. From her bedroom a loud obnoxious ring emanated from her phone. The phone buzzed as it hit wall vibrating.
Tilting her head up, she ignored it, looking pointedly at the ghost.
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