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Crashing Dishes~Open
“With all due respect, It’s known as the cheapest ghetto crack house in town. It’s an eyesore, and a scar on society.”
“This Murder House breeds squalor, vandalism, junkies, and whores. It just isn’t as loud and flamboyant about it as that wretched flaming hotel on the other side of town. It hides in the dark on this hill. It knows it’s an abomination just like I do. Yes I’m here on my accord. So, if you’ll excuse me, I am trying to pay my god damn respects to those who died here. So kindly step off my graveyard. I’m trying to mourn in this house shaped cemetery Hell hole.”
“Whatever dead rests here, they don't want your respects.” Cincent spoke uncaring. He knew the reputation that surrounded this place. Hell, he spread most of the rumors. The way this woman was treating him, however, made none of that matter. How dare she.
“Yes, well, I’m going out of my way to win the medal for lamest person alive. I need to get a retainer and some really lame mom jeans, but I think I’m almost there.” Shrugging, Parker snatched the book back from him, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Oh thank goodness, I was just sitting here thinking to myself ‘I wish a handsome man would come and sit next to me and get me all hot and bothered.’“ Laughing again, Parker pulled her feet up on the couch and curled them under her. “Well, looks like you’ve mastered it, then, haven’t you.”
“You’re halfway there with those bangs” Vincent smirked, lifting a hand to rustle the nurse’s hair. Though his words were harsh, however, his face showed that he was impressed. She knew what she wanted and went for it. He could respect that.
Smoldering, the ghost continued. “Prince Charming, Hm? Isn't that what you were looking for?” He flashed a smile and was about it to wink but changed his expression with her last comment.
A hand to his chest, he gasped. “"You wound me, love.”
Vincent’s admission elicited a laugh from Adelaide. Again, the sound was airy and bright, and most definitely not mocking. Perhaps the dainty woman actually enjoyed her new spectral companion’s sense of humor (or lack thereof). Either way, playing with him was still sort of amusing to her, so she gave him a quizzical look before following him.
“Aha, this looks dangerous,” she murmured with a click of her tongue, as if she might scold Vincent for trying to trick her into some sort of terrible ghost-business or something just as ridiculous. She opened the door a crack at first, but then all the way. “You murder women,” she continued in her same sing-song tone as her frosty eyes adjusted to the darkness, her vision quickly returning to her in black and white– her sight in the dark akin to that of a predator. “How can I be sure you’re not out to murder a defenseless house guest? Especially considering that you expected me to scale these stairs in these shoes.”
A hearty chuckle escaped Vincent's lips as he listened to Adelaide’s retort. “I figured a girl of your tastes should enjoy dangerous.” The ghost stayed hidden foot emphasis as he chucked a newspaper to the ground before the vampire.
“Murder House Claims Another” The paper read. It was dated January 1995 and listed details of the incident that trapped him for eternity. “Death of husband killed by wife in self defense reveals man’s grisly doubles life.”
“You have no idea.” He simply stated in response.
The voice made Parker jump and she spun around, her shock turning to a smile when she spotted her new companion. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Vince. People will talk.” Laughing, Parker started tidying up her mess, shoving her books into the bag at her feet. “This is fun. I’m working on becoming a doctor. Achieving a lifelong dream is fun. Plus all of my friends were busy so…” Shrugging, Parker grinned at the man. “And what do you think you’re doing wandering around like a creep scaring poor girls half to death.”
“People will talk anyway.” Vincent chuckled, hopping over the back of the couch to sit next to Parker. Listening to her explain, he reached for the book, grabbing it before she placed it in her bag. “A doctor? Ooh, you really are lame.” He teased, skimming through the large text. Though his words were harsh, his face showed a sense of being impressed.
“Well, lucky for you, this handsome man is free.” The man sat the book down and shot his guest a wink. “And by the way, this is the murder house. Being creepy is literally in the job requirement.”
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Judith Wardeyn had entered the infamous Murder House on a night after disposing of a body, intoxicated, and wandered through the halls. She heard the stories. She knew the urban legends and rumors. She just also knew personally people who were murdered there by her daughter. She stared at the house for a long time wanting to throw rocks at all the windows wishing she could tear the place down. But, instead she ended up on the inside.
“I should say so. It’d be unprofessional of you not to. I’d hope this old place could manage some decent help to keep down fear of the place. Turn this dump around.”
Vincent grabbed a broom and dustpan from the storage closet before proceeding to clean up his mess. “With all due respect, The house does a well enough job drawing people in on its own.” It was days like these where he wondered if he should just snap. One murder shouldn't cause much suspicion in the murder house. These mortals felt to as though they were entitled and all he could do was grit his teeth. After all, around here, murder wasn't a solution for getting rid of people. Quite the opposite.
“You are in this dump by your own accord, after all.”
Parker sat with her legs crossed in her chair, a book open both in her lap and on the table in front of her. She always thought that nursing school and working in the nursing field would have prepared her better for medical school. As much as she dreamed of being a doctor, she was starting to wonder if she should just stick to nursing. After all, she could work in any hospital she wanted, with her experience, and she made a decent amount of money. Enough to live on.
Not that she had any intention to leave Briarcliff. Her patients there were everything to her. Those pool souls. If anyone needed cheering up, it was the people in Briarcliff, and she would do whatever she had to do to make sure they were smiling when she was around. She wouldn’t leave that for the world.
With a sigh, she pulled her glasses up, pushing her hair away from her face as they rested on the top of her head. “This is fine. I need a challenge. Challenges are just there to be overcome…” She looked from book to book, trying to make sense of words, but her eyes were going fuzzy every time she tried to focus on something.
“I… need… a… break…” Finally, Parker closed the book in her lap and set it on top of the one on the table, resting her head in her hand. “I will conquer this… later…”
Vincent made his way down to the main living room, wondering if he could find a new guest to entertain him. The guest he was met with, however, was a familiar one. Parker.
He watched for a moment, leaned against a wall behind the girl. Though he was still transparent, he had no fear of her noticing him. She was too focused on her studies.
As she spoke silently to herself, he took the opportunity to answer. “So this is what Cinderella does on her day off.” Vince chuckled, solidifying as he did so. “Don’t you ever have a bit of fun?”
“Hmm. I will most certainly not,” Adelaide replied with a haughty laugh. Never in her life would she ever drop her hard-earned wealth on a man, no matter if he was dead or alive. “And you’re a poor sport not entertaining your guests. No wonder you’re all loosing your minds haunting this place. Maybe I should just leave.”
The woman cocked her head and one perfectly groomed brow, as if she was issuing a challenge. Certainly, the ghosts here were longing for company, or at least something new and different to entertain themselves with.
“In fact, you’re a terrible host. No help with my dress, you haven’t even offered me a seat so that we can talk like civilized people. I’ll admit, it’s incredible that you’re here, living in your sad-little half-state, but there is literally and figuratively nothing that I can sink my teeth into here in this big, empty house.”
Now, the dainty woman took one last, calculated look at the ghost before turning on her polished heel, her intent to either explore, or simply head home.
“Can't blame a man for trying.” Vincent shrugged, noting Adelaide’s annoyance. There was a pause as he thought about his next move before motioning for her to follow. “Youre right, though. That was rude of me.”
The man turned corridors while beginning his story. “I could tell you stories all day about myself..or I could show you my favorite parts.” He ended up at the door to the basement, turning only to see if she were still with him before phasing through the door, lights flickering as he did so.
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“Oh, gosh, I’ve been keeping you from working, haven’t I?” Parker said, suddenly blushing an embarrassed pink. Rinsing her cup, she put it away and smiled at him. “It was a pleasure, Vince. You could never waste my time.” As she headed for the door, she glanced back, giving him another smile. “See you around.”
“Nonono.” Vincent chuckled, holding his arms out at her reassuringly. “It’s more like, late shift and in need of sleep business.” He smirked and nodded towards her with a laugh."I'll keep that in mind.” A wink was shot her way as she headed for the door and he returned her goodbye before fading away when he was sure she was out of sight.
Heading down to the basement, Vince used his remaining energy to make the lights around Parker flicker, starting his attempt to change her mind on what she believed in.
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“Ghosts, witches, vampires, werewolves. All of those things that go bump in the night. I mean, sure, they’re fun to read about, but it’s all stories and myths.” With another shrug, Parker glanced around the little kitchen and pulled her robe around her a little tighter. It felt cold in the little room all of the sudden.
“Maybe so, but people die everyday, don’t they? We can let fear rule our lives, Vince. Death is just another adventure.”
“Perhaps. But what good would writers be if there was absolutely no truth in what they wrote?” Vincent mused. There was no sense arguing though. If there's anything he'd learned in all his years as a ghost, it was that mortals literally could not see what was right in front of their face. Nor did they want to accept the unusual.
“Adventure.. Or the most boring experience ever.” He sighed, but noticed her shiver. It seemed to come from his energy source. The one that was draining from being solid for so long. Clenching his fist, he pretended to glance at his watch. “Forgive me.” He apologized. “I’m afraid I'm late for a bit of business.” The man shot the guest an apologetic look, as if saying that he would like to see her again. “Besides, I've obviously wasted enough of your time, Parker.”
“Hmm, I guess it must depend on whatever platter your immortality is served on.”
The woman grinned her pearly, pointed grin. She enjoyed her immortality immensely, though supposed it helped that she was not confined to the chains of one location. The taste of human blood was a small price to someone like her, and so she had very little qualms about what she had to trade for an everlasting life.
Listening to his little confession had her sigh softly, almost dreamily. “Ah, your wife. That sounds like a long and interesting story.”
Her words left a little hinting, as if she actually wanted to hear it. If she was going to stay in the big, boring old house any longer, perhaps this man would be gentleman enough to entertain her.
“Indeed. I assume the bloodsucker lifestyle isn't all that bad.” He felt as though that lifestyle would suit him nicely. Alas, it was too late for him. He had no physical body to sustain. A bloody shame, he thought.
He thought of his wife for a moment. Jessica. A very loyal wife indeed. It really was too bad that it went the way it did, he thought, selfishly.
“Quite a story, that one.” Vincent weighed his options on what to tell her. Surely, the truth was out of the question. The two had just met, for heavens sake. “You’ll have to buy me a drink before I can talk about that one.” If a ghost could get drunk, that would be the perfect state he’d prefer to be in when telling that tale.
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“That’s okay. Some people aren’t romance types. Never let anyone bug you for being who you are.” Shrugging, Parker started twisting a strand of hair around her finger. His next question made her nervous, and she wasn’t sure why. Biting her lip, she raised an eyebrow at the man. “I’m not sure what you mean. I mean, working at Briarcliff, I see plenty of people effected by personal demons. But if you mean actual supernatural beings, then I would have to say no.”
Vincent’s eyes studied the woman's face. It was a question he wouldve dismissed as a mortal as well. “Ah.” He answered.
“So I'm guessing ghosts are a no as well?” Surely, Parker knew of the dark past within the place she resided in.. Same had to go for the building she worked in. Hell, he’d heard darker rumors from that place than anywhere in town.
“Not to frighten you, but I feel it would be safe to assume that one has perished in every room in this house.” His face tensed as if he were trying to spook her.
“Yes. Incredible. Don’t sound so upset.”
Adelaide huffed, both hands finding her hips and her lips pursed slightly. Now, it was her turn to be disappointed. Here she was, doling out compliments and receiving that sullen little expression in return.
The sarcasm dripped from her pointed-tooth mouth as she spoke, tumbling over glossy pink lips.
“I’ve lived a very long time, and I don’t intend to die anytime soon,” she assured with a nod of her head, cotton-candy curls flouncing as they moved.
Taking a look around the place once more, the woman stood with one finger pressed to her plump bottom lip as she contemplated the state of the building. So. He was trapped here, was that it? What a terrible sort of trade-off for immortality. Still, she found it quite amusing how he seemed to still be sore about it after all this time.
“But certainly there are others here? Aren’t they entertaining enough?”
“You try not to be bitter when you’re confined somewhere for the rest of eternity. I'd choose mortality over being a poltergeist anyday.” A slight smile reassured that he wasn't completely upset with her statement, more the real was of the situation.
“Living, Ah. It really is easier said than done. You know who did me in?” He paused, though not long enough to receive a reply. “My wife. I guess she was serious on the ‘til death do us part.” Clearly, he left out the important detail of it being in self-defense but that would hardly work in his favor here.
“The dead are as they are living. Some, a very good time. Others, boring as nails... When they aren't jabbed through someone’s eyeball.” Vincent chuckled, as if it were a mere joke.
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Parker laughed as she was twirled around, leaning back against the counter once she was released. “Should I call you Gus Gus, then? I wouldn’t dare to imply that you’re prince charming, but Gus Gus was always my favorite anyway.”
“Maybe it drains the life out of you, Vince, but I refuse to let this house have me. I will always be that annoying ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds. The grass growing in the cracks on the sidewalk.” Grinning again, she folded her arms in a defiant manner. “I refuse to let anyone break me. Including this house.”
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“Ive never really seen myself as the Prince Charming type anyway.” He agreed, shrugging. “Romance isn't really my thing, truthfully.” The man forced a laugh but it was true. He'd never felt ‘love’. The whole thing was extremely foreign and strange to him. He wasn't sure he was capable of such and didn't care to be.
“You have no idea.” Vincent admitted, looking her up and down. She was brave, he could give her that much before nodding and proposing another question in response to her sureness. “Do you believe in demons, Parker?..”
