#jamiehalbine

[takeabiteoutofyou]

jamiehalbine

"So you're that creepy ghost guy who would defend me if someone called me a slut? Thanks for defending me, but honestly? I'm a slut and I enjoy sex, but you're a ghost so I'm guessing you were screwed out of being around here?" Haha ghost humor, sort of funny, but hoped it went over well with him.

[takeabiteoutofyou]

Come back from the dead and punch them in the fucking face!

YOUR CHARACTER OVERHEARS SOMEONE CALLING MINE ‘A SLUT’, WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER DO?

I don't you or why you are dead, but thank you!

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child. 

Little Erzsébet twirled and twirled, yelling for someone to twirl her faster. "Forgat forgat forgat," she shouted, her form wobbling and swaying to bump into the man. "Uram, te vagy az utamba."

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

[femalethepug]

~Psssst...Female! Over here! In the yard - come on!~

-Looks around-

Huh? What? What's going? Who's there?

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

The bag seemed to open all at once, a bundle of fabric falling out of the gaping hole, seeming to contain whatever it was that was trying to escape. The shape was low and long, and continued to hop clear of the ground with no limbs in sight. Finally, the fabric seemed to catch on a large tree stump, parting from the fleeing thing, and revealing first a woman's masquerade mask, the pantyhose threaded through its intricate eye, another, heavier porcelain mask rolling free.

The Countess raised a brow even as her stomach lowered at the sight of the bag revealing what was inside. It was no animal wishing to free itself. "No, it cannot be," she whispered, turning her back and rushing once more inside. She would not see it nor allow it to see her. It was not true.

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

The bag seemed to realize instinctively that it had been spotted, going still before shuffling off to one side of the gate, hopping towards the back, and the gardens, the small length of pantyhose following like a tail. The bag finally began to wedge itself under a crack in the fence's wood, mouth-first, before wedging itself and finally going still. From inside, the sound of rustling could be heard, periodically paired with the quiet purr of the zipper coming open.

The guards watched and when it disappeared, they warned The Countess once more; there was quick work as The Countess hurried herself towards the back with a weapon in hand. If it was moving about, whatever laid inside the bag would be cut down. "What is that?," she hissed, parting the doorway from the garden into the house. "What is it?"

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

In the early evening, a small, white leather bag appeared at the Countess' gates,slowly inching itself forward, while occasionally hopping, until it came to a stop at the gates themselves. With a Korean name tag, and the very edge of a woman's stocking hanging from the corner, it had no owner in sight. No sound came from inside, though the bag reacted to any who tried to touch it with an alarming shock, going still until it was left alone once more, before trying to continue its journey inside.

The guards were concerned when they noticed a white leather bag at the gates. They believed it was a bomb, but every time one tried to kick or even shoot at it, the thing would scoot away or move. If this was a bomb, it was attached to something slowly suffocating inside. Thankfully, one of the dogs would sacrifice itself with its own stupidity for curiosity as it sniffed and found nothing wrong with it. "Warn The Countess at once and let her know there is a white bag here from what I think is China."