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@hatchbackd  haha. [the world outside was covered in a good amount of snow.enough to leave footprints in—had either of them been alive.  but the white blanket is left untouched when dana takes wide steps down the stairs,  the accents of flames permanently attached to her hardly reacting to the cold. she’ll stand there in silence.  before she huffed a sputter of breath.  hands on her hips ]    fuck,  this looks depressing.   

@wordisblonde      what does him being adopted have to do with this..   he’s wolfman,  hence  /stray./   i’m glad you listen,   it’s great ghost development,  dana.    a snowman?  sure..  haven’t built one in years.

@hatchbackd  his name is nolan.  he’s adopted, not a stray.  see? i listen [human habit has her grabbing a coat—-from where or whom she doesn’t know,  but it’s conveniently there for her to take—even when she doesn’t need it.]    i’m going to build a snowman or some shit—you coming or not 

@body4thepile       it’s my default considering i really can’t feel anything.   not a punch,   a kiss,   or emotion—     con of being dead and whatnot.

@blondiestein     hence why i said imaginary..   stupid.   [he’d mutter under his breath,   but would mainly keep his mouth shut.   only until her lips made contact with his,    which certainly warranted a slight brow raise but he nonetheless reciprocated the short,   yet almost sweet kiss]     yeah,   and you were one of them.    definitely a bratty little baby who cried all the time

@hatchbackd    ghosts can’t have kids, moron.. [she’d pull away after a while, but not without a quick kiss to his lips.  dismissing her sudden interest in his nose——back to the mean girl she was]     besides, babies are gross. all they do is cry  

@blondiestein      [his eyes cross by merely looking down at her finger,    her fascination with his nose was..   odd,   to say the least.   but he wouldn’t say anything about it]     maybe our future imaginary ghost kids will inherit the nose since you like it so much 

@dial-me     you’re a monster hunter,   not a profiler.   get over yourself.  doesn’t matter why they did it,    they’re not real people with no true emotions.    or maybe you’re just a dumb monster hunter too..    because you wouldn’t be asking these questions if you used your head.   clearly they’re not for consumption,    merely fear.    most monsters live off the epinephrine their victims produce in such a ..   fight or flight situation,    making them more sadistic than hungry if anything.     well——  hungry for fear

@hatchbackd ,      in fact, i’m talking to whoever listens. the dead doesn't give me the answers i'm looking for, unless you've found the one who's been tearing out the eyeballs from these humans.  [hatcher rises from where he kneeled, meeting eye to eye with the apparition in front of him.]  if you were them, why would you take the eyeballs? why not the legs, hands, where the meat was. 

@dial-me       who..   the fuck are you talking to right now?   because i know it sure as hell isn’t me

@pitcharm      see,   i would help you up but…   [flailing his arms momentarily as he gestures to himself and more so   (…)   his inability to actually really do anything,     considering his hands would go right through the teenager.    he wouldn’t outright admit it,   maybe to jordana he would,   that it was a  /LITTLE/   funny watching danny get his ass handed to him,    but he was only concerned that the blonde didn’t have too severe of an injury.   once he seemed to roll over,  hayden then lets out a soft sigh,   sucking his teeth together]    yeahhhh    (…)    that’s gonna leave a mark,   man

@hatchbackd 〔⠀ A thousand hammers bang against his head. and he lays there, a starfish out of water——- one arm draped over his eyes.   EVERYTHING..  HURTS.   From the throbbing crown around his head,  to the pinching ache in his ribs .  he doesn’t remember the last time he had gotten his ass handed  to him like this——not       since don bowen waaaay back in freshman year⠀〕 iiiii fuckinnnnng quitttt..     〔⠀Daniel takes his time getting up.  he rolls left first,  and stays there for a good three seconds before falling back to rest on his elbows.  head lolling, face scrunched in pain    〕    i quit!

@pitcharm       right.    because that’s totally not concerning.       you good?

/    o: u have 444 followers! make a wish.

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@sooo-no-head      *   thanks baby

@hatchbackd  nooope. [the word is spoken with an dramatic pop. chin tilted up and eyes closed.   the—-  “ignoring you” face.   now, Jordana didn’t have a reason. not one that warranted her behavior——but it was too late to give it up and apologize now!  her? apologizing?   it was enough to make her sick to her undead ghostly stomach.    Then,  she takes a peek beneath long lashes, just to make sure he’s      looking before brown eyes are shunned away again   ]      go on,    go to her! 

@sooo-no-head      [she was petty,   he wasn’t the first or last person to realize this.    he had known her long enough to know that,    being trapped in their own spiritual purgatory together and whatnot.    he rolls his eyes with a soft sigh,    extending a hand to wrap around her arm to turn her rather..   pouty self around and to face him]     no,   i really don’t.    but maybe i  /would/   know if you told me

@hatchbackd    [it’s second nature to be this way. a habit she will never get rid of even in death.   if she makes this face again——it just might get stuck that way.. ]   ugh!  [the way her face heats up,     which was unlikely given her state——only fueled that anger.   unwarranted and childish,      nothing out of ordinary from jordana cross.   freshly polished burgundy nails tap against her orange blouse——the same one in her yearbook photo.   and with an audible “hmph”  her back is turned to him      ]     you know what you did. 

@morguesaint      well..    i would assume no?    considering i’m——    y’know   (…)    dead and all

yeah, i can. ...am i not supposed to.

@morguesaint     right.   sorry.    just not used to people hearing me —— wait,   you can hear me??

@hatchbackd   ew!  —— HAYDEN!  [it was more than just a wipe.  the spit on her hand is dragged along his shirt, accompanied by a quick shove]   that is DISGUSTING!  don’t you know there’s a disease going around!  i can DIE!  [she was already dead,   yet her fear of aids was still fairly present.     which didn’t make any sense,     she had died a month before the first case was reported]   

@sooo-no-head     she thinks i’m oh so hot!!  [he was cut off by her hand,  to which he allowed to muffle against her palm upon her efforts to shut him up,   his tongue made contact with the palm of her hand and wiggled around in response.   he knew if not immediately,  she would quickly pry her hand away and wipe her hand along his shirt]

@hatchbackd       you’re such a pain in the ass,   major pain in the ass!       [as if the entire world can hear him. she lunged.    her too-many bracelets rattling like bells as her palm reached to cover his lips] shh!