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w o w heeeyyyy guuyyyssss much apologies for the absence. a lot of things kind of just happened in my life in the past year jfc it's been a year??? since i've been on this account. mostly school and personal issues that have...mostly been taken care of.
i might try to revamp it but i haven't decided yet. but i almost forgot i had this blog until about a day ago.
the-middle-brother managed to get in.
[Least it meant he wasn't a vampire. Although that didn't mean he couldn't be something else not human. But to assume really wouldn't be polite.]
Hi there.
mybloodstaineddress managed to get in.
I’m gonna have to talk to security aren’t I. [She sighed. At least it meant she wasn’t something undead. So that was an upside.]
If this is concerning Fright Night, no the show is not coming back.
“Fright Night?” She asked. “What’s that?”
It was a magic show in Las Vegas. But no magician…I’m sorry, illusionist. No show.
Doesn’t seem very appealing.
Well....it appealed to enough people while it was still runnin'
mybloodstaineddress managed to get in.
I’m gonna have to talk to security aren’t I. [She sighed. At least it meant she wasn’t something undead. So that was an upside.]
If this is concerning Fright Night, no the show is not coming back.
“Fright Night?” She asked. “What’s that?”
It was a magic show in Las Vegas. But no magician...I'm sorry, illusionist. No show.
[She took another long drag on the cigarette before blowing the smoke out.] He heard enough of that when he was alive. [Needed someone to call him out on his shit. Although Charlie had been a tad more effective about it. She shook her head.] Not a burden, doll. More like….proof at how shit security has been lately.
*The philosopher opened his mouth to remark, but ultimately closed it shut to refrain any discomfort towards the lady. No need to dwell on a man she clearly possesses resentment and attachment towards to.* And why is that? Heavens, I would think it would be better off. Considering… the creatures which lurk about.
[She took the cigarette away from her mouth, tapping it slightly to knock the ash off of the end.] Fuck if I know. [She tilted her head, scoffing.] Actually...probably because the last group of them...got slightly slaughtered. [Drained was a better term.] At least this way I know you aren't a vampire.
As if We Never Said Goodbye | Ginger & Peter |
His house. This had to be some great big joke that one his managers was pulling. Regardless of whoever was hired to play was doing a rather good job of it. But his hand on her wrist, even though the hold was far stronger and ill intentioned then any previous time. How his fingers felt around her wrist was haunting familiar and it made her hesitate, her feature contorting into a mix of confusion and sadness. What had she done to anyone to make them want to orchestrate such a thing. The moment was brief, the feelings pushed down as he pushed her away which only caused her to stumble briefly.
“Set me up? Baby cakes I think you have this whole thing turned around. You’re the one playing dress up here.” She held the wrist he had previous had had a strong grip on in her other hand. “I have to hand it to you though, for an actor you have him dead on. Right down the voice, his looks…” Right down his down right asshole-ish behavior. “Unless I’m hallucinating that you’re here.” Which she was really hoping was the case at this point. A ghost was better then whatever cruel trick this was. “If vampires can be real so can ghosts.”
The nickname echoed throughout his head placing a sense of familiarity which could not be doubted. Ginger used affectionate nick names with just about everyone, but… something was off. Peter was certain something was very off with this situation. “Dress up, right.” The illusionist scoffed, rolling his eyes at the shit that was coming out of this wannabe’s mouth. Peter gestured to himself in rope and all, obviously there is no makeup besides the smears of his eyeliner and fake tattoos. No one could ever replicate this fine thing, okay, thanks. “Tch.” His anger did not falter one bit within him, but there was much confusion. Oh, so much. Why would someone do this? Why is she here? What the fuck is going on? “Aliens, too! How do I know you’re one of those mind playing aliens? Huh?” Peter was well aware of alternative universes and aliens, so why wouldn’t she be part of that? Alien, most likely. She sure as hell wasn’t a damn zombie. “Just get out and everyone happy, alright?” Goddamn it, he wasn’t drunk enough for this bullshit.
This man, whoever he was, had to be mentally ill. Any normal person would not have agreed to play a dead man to just for a joke. Regardless of how much money they were paid. This wasn't some tv show or movie. This shit rarely done to just fuck over someone who had, in her own...less than friendly way, cared for the person that was dead. He had been barely found then had his name dragged through the dirt. Called crazy. She glared at him, her arms crossing over her chest. "Putting on clothes that aren't yours are dress up, honey."
"Aliens?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair before pinching the bridge of her nose. "What the ever living fuck are you on about?" Fucking crazy. She had drawn a line at vampires. That was weird enough as it is. "If you think you are Peter Vincent.." Her fingers becoming quotation marks around his name. "Then tell me...how did you get out of the basement? Huh, how are you alive?" Try to talk yourself out of that one, douche bag.
[She wants to start laughing. Right, great illusionist. At least he was remembered as something better than failed vampire killer. She took a drag on the cigarette before taking it out of her mouth, letting it rest between her index and middle finger. She exhaled the smoke slowly.] He can’t be anything when he’s dead. No one is. When he was alive than sure. Great illusionist.
[His legacy was a magician. Personally, he was a drunk. And someone who despite the better judgement of just running, decided to attempt to help a kid out.] The only reason all this shit is here is because I live here. Otherwise it would have been sold off. He was douche bag but that doesn’t mean his shit has to sold off to strangers. [Strangers would didn’t need it like she did. Protection and for memories sake.]
You only owe the dead the truth now, mademoiselle… *With another glance around the suite filled with artifacts whether they were real or not, it was uncertain as to why the young woman continued to keep them. Voltaire had an idea why she did keep them, however. Surely they were worth a lot… why not sell them?* Perhaps I should take my leave. It was not my intention to be a burden.
[She took another long drag on the cigarette before blowing the smoke out.] He heard enough of that when he was alive. [Needed someone to call him out on his shit. Although Charlie had been a tad more effective about it. She shook her head.] Not a burden, doll. More like....proof at how shit security has been lately.
‘Snot your fault. Security has been shit lately. Or..who am I kidding, they’ve always been shit. Even when the poor bastard was alive.
[She sighs, taking out a pack of cigarettes and removing on.] How is he doing? He’s probably rotting. [She pulls out a lighter, placing the cigarette between her lips before lighting it.] He’s dead. He’s not anything.
Oh…I was not aware he had passed. Surely he is not anything! Was he not one of the greatest illusionists here in Las Vegas? Why, he should have left a legacy. *The philosopher glanced about the suite, taking note of the artifacts which continued to adorn the area.* He certainly left many things at least…*Voltaire mumbled.*
[She wants to start laughing. Right, great illusionist. At least he was remembered as something better than failed vampire killer. She took a drag on the cigarette before taking it out of her mouth, letting it rest between her index and middle finger. She exhaled the smoke slowly.] He can't be anything when he's dead. No one is. When he was alive than sure. Great illusionist.
[His legacy was a magician. Personally, he was a drunk. And someone who despite the better judgement of just running, decided to attempt to help a kid out.] The only reason all this shit is here is because I live here. Otherwise it would have been sold off. He was douche bag but that doesn't mean his shit has to sold off to strangers. [Strangers would didn't need it like she did. Protection and for memories sake.]
francoismariearouet managed to get in.
Honestly, this is gettin’ ridiculous.
‘M Ginger, if you’re here for somethin’ fright night related I’m not answering any questions nor am I selling any of Peter’s stuff.
Do pardon me, mademoiselle Ginger, I was merely curious as to how dear Vincent is doing. He and I were… acquaintances of sorts.
'Snot your fault. Security has been shit lately. Or..who am I kidding, they've always been shit. Even when the poor bastard was alive.
[She sighs, taking out a pack of cigarettes and removing on.] How is he doing? He's probably rotting. [She pulls out a lighter, placing the cigarette between her lips before lighting it.] He's dead. He's not anything.
i-hate-trains managed to get in.
“Hello,” a small smile tugged at his lips.
Can I help you somethin’?
“Perhaps,” he gave a small shrug.
…Right.
‘M Ginger. Nice to meet you.
Nice meeting you too.
And you are?
mybloodstaineddress managed to get in.
I'm gonna have to talk to security aren't I. [She sighed. At least it meant she wasn't something undead. So that was an upside.]
If this is concerning Fright Night, no the show is not coming back.
francoismariearouet managed to get in.
Honestly, this is gettin' ridiculous.
'M Ginger, if you're here for somethin' fright night related I'm not answering any questions nor am I selling any of Peter's stuff.
| Peter & Ginger |
Take it off, I wanna love ya And err’body wanna touch ya You’re moving right, wanna see whats up under Then back it up, beep beep, like a trucker Nice thighs, nice waist, and you know I can’t forget about your face But don’t none of that matter, I’m about to make your pocket fatter Girl I just wanna see you strip right now, ‘cause its late, babe Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it Girl I just wanna see you strip God damn you sexy, Goddamn you sexy, God damn you sexy Girl I just wanna see you
Strip - Chris Brown feat. Kevin McCall
i-hate-trains managed to get in.
“Hello,” a small smile tugged at his lips.
Can I help you somethin’?
“Perhaps,” he gave a small shrug.
...Right.
'M Ginger. Nice to meet you.
burnedbyflames managed to get in.
Security is becomin' utter crap it seems.
i-hate-trains managed to get in.
“Hello,” a small smile tugged at his lips.
Can I help you somethin'?
i-hate-trains managed to get in.
