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Post by Nicola Next on Dec 29, 2006 10:22:22 GMT -5
[This thread is open to anyone. I put the footsteps in there in case anyone wants an introduction, so come on in and make me less lonely]
Coming back from the dead isn't as amazing as it sounds; it hurts like a mother and makes you feel odd. After all, one second you're milling around Heaven and strumming a harp, and the next your body is disentegrating into a million tiny pieces and being rearranged in the sky just before you drop.
The drop is probably the worst part. Whoever created me decided that I should be an ungraceful ghost, and thus I fell flat on my face on the cold grass.
But, the good thing is I'm back. Even if I'm not really sure how I got back.
I stand up, and I look around, and I wonder if my grave is here. Did they have a funeral for me? Are they here? Patrolling? The more cynical part of me wonders if there have been deaths, and the more optimistic part of me just hopes they're having a lovely party somewhere and celebrating something.
I dust myself off and hear faint footsteps from nearby, the grass crunching a little. I figure I'm probably non-corporeal, but I can at least look frightening, so I get myself in a semi fighting position.
"Who's there?" I call out.
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Post by "Ash" Ashley Lee on Dec 29, 2006 15:39:22 GMT -5
I jumped a mile in the air when I heard someone yelling. It was probally the stupidest thing to do, patroling with no powers, but I needed to do something. And usually vampires didn't just yell. I tried to answer the voice back "I am!"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 30, 2006 0:15:09 GMT -5
I Stiffened as I walked through the graveyard. that sounded like...
Without thinking, i slipped through a shadow, landing right in front of her. "Nikki!"
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Post by Nicola Next on Dec 30, 2006 15:09:28 GMT -5
Wow, I never expected two responses at once. And when Doc appeared in front of me, I nearly jumped a foot in the air. Nearly. First I'd deal with Doc, and then maybe if the first voice wanted to make an appearance, they could.
"Oh, hello." I gave Doc a little wave. "What's up?"
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Post by "Ash" Ashley Lee on Dec 30, 2006 17:49:40 GMT -5
I snuck a bit closer, wondering what the comotion was. I hid behind a grave, watching the two
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 30, 2006 22:48:19 GMT -5
"What's up? You mean besides you supposedly dead? Well, not that i can talk but still...What are you doing back?"
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Post by Nicola Next on Dec 31, 2006 12:29:47 GMT -5
"I am dead," I told him. "And I'm not entirely sure why I'm back. One second I'm in the clouds being bored, and the next I'm face down in the cemetary."
I rubbed the back of my neck a little nervously. "So, um, what have I missed?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jan 1, 2007 1:53:27 GMT -5
"Oh not a lot. I dies, Jessy left, i came back..."
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Post by Nicola Next on Jan 1, 2007 1:59:23 GMT -5
I couldn't help it; I laughed. "Damn, Doc, sounds like business as usual. It's good to see you alive though. God, it's good to see you in general!"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jan 1, 2007 2:06:12 GMT -5
"I agree whole heartedly," I said with a smile. "Things have gotten wierder than usual. It's good to see an old friend back."
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Post by Nicola Next on Jan 1, 2007 2:08:28 GMT -5
I smiled back. "So how is everyone? How's Rogue?" I clasped my hands together in mock prayer. "Please don't tell me she's gone evil again."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jan 1, 2007 2:26:51 GMT -5
"Briefly. But that was my fault," i said. "She's good. Busy, what with the kids."
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Post by Nicola Next on Jan 1, 2007 2:31:18 GMT -5
"How many kids are there?" I asked, vaguely remembering Duckie from before I had died.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jan 1, 2007 2:38:47 GMT -5
"Well, Duckie's headed back to her own time. And then she got born early. So, there's Lionel, Danielle (that's Duckie, by the way) and Aubrey. then there's Abigail, who is Rogue's daughter before she turned that we went back in time to rescue."
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Post by Nicola Next on Jan 1, 2007 2:42:47 GMT -5
My eyes widened a little and I scratched my head as I tried to contemplate four kids. "Wow. She really is busy." I thought of something suddenly. "Hey, quick question; how long have I been dead? Time doesn't really exist in Heaven."
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