Post by ILANI MOONBLOOD on Oct 8, 2010 22:05:10 GMT 8
She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
and when her edges soften, her body is my coffin.
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed...
must be the sign on my head, it says,
"Oh love me dead!" Love me dead
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, this was what she’d come to learn lately.
“Dammit, if this- OW- ghost doesn't show up soon, I'm gonna freaking pee on a gravestone. Yeah, that's right. PEE. On a gravestone. Ah my gah, I think my eyeballs are swimming... Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty..."
Her voice echoed softly in the still cemetary that she was currently wading through. What, the dead didn't need street lights, or at the very least lit walkways? Well, sure, she should have made sure that her flashlight actually had working batteries, but still. If she walked into ONE more freaking broken off gravestone--
"OW!" She yelped, stumbling back as her shin connected with the umpteenth piece of granite. Dammit, another one!
She probably looked like a two year old, but she couldn't help the urge to growl and stomp her foot for a good measure. Really, the only time she tries to be nice and not run screaming to her little 'safe zone' in the basement when a ghost comes calling, she gets stuck out in the middle of freaking nowhere, knocking her bones against solid rock. Sure, the bloody little see-through girl who'd appeared in her bar the other day 'looking for her mommy' made her want to break down and cry. But what sob story didn't make her lose her cool and sniffle into the closest t-shirt? She did that at tv ads- not that anyone knew about it- and hallmark cards, sometimes.
Not that any of those wonderful, strong arguments made any freaking difference, because there she was, wandering through a graveyard looking for little Lucy's grave, and the piece of jewlery she wanted her mommy to have. Hence the shovel strapped to her back, which had been rhythmically thwaking her in the head for the past half hour. At this rate, she was going to get brain damage.
Ha, as if she weren't already a citizen of Crazy Town. Call in the damn Hallalujah Chorus when the air in front of a certain gravestone started flickering in front of her eyes. Squinting, she made a face at the bloody ten year old who was currently pointing down at a fresh plot of earth.
"Oh, NOW you show up," She grumbled, trudging over. "I coulda used some directions BEFORE I stepped in the great pile of dog poo over there, you know. This is the last time I help one of you! I swear to God!"
The ghost only smirked. Yeah, Ilani Moonblood was a pansy.
Call it a syndrome.
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