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shadowwhisper (shadowwhisper) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-03-08 01:24:00

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anthony, mab

Week Three: Wed
Who: Anthony and Mab
When: Weds Night
Where: 11th Floor Hallway, then likely Tony's Condo
Rating: Likely PG13 for language, but unlikely to be higher

It had been a most unenjoyable evening. One that had entirely no purpose to it And if there was one thing that Tony did not enjoy, it was wasting his time. He might be immortal, he might have the patience that comes from living more than two centuries, but he did not enjoy wasting his time at all. Especially, when he could have been doing better things all along.

The fence would not waste his time again. That much he was certain of. Not if he wanted to live that was. As it was, having told Tony he could provide one thing, and then not actually provide that service was one thing that really irritated the vampire. But, on the bright side, and Tony so very much preferred thinking in brighter terms, at least he did not kill the fence. He was so very tempted. Instead, he settled for breaking apart a few items of questionable nature on the fences arm. It would heal sooner or later.

He took his time on his way home that evening. He knew it always took some time for him to come down out of a mood, and he did not want to risk ruining anything in his apartment. It was all so very brand new. That, and with his luck, one of his various pets or planned conquests would notice his mood and be scared off. That just would not be acceptable, after all. Go through all that effort to train and break a proper pet, only to ruin it with a temper tantrum.

But, in his own good time he did return to the Towers. And luck was with him in that he did not need to share the elevator ride up with anyone. Somehow, he suspected, he wouldn’t be able to deal with anyone in such an enclosed space without leaving a bloodstain or two on the side of the wall. But, just the thought of being able to rip someone’s head off brought a smile to his lips.

He saw her the moment he stepped off the elevator. He knew his luck was not going to hold out that night. It just wasn’t the way the fates had declared things. But, Tony put on a smile as he glanced in her direction, before he turned and began his way toward his condo.

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blood_maid
2008-03-09 09:27 am UTC (link)

"Day-o, day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home"

Mab hummed as she bounced around the halls of the Towers, peeking her head into this apartment and that one to see if she could find anything interesting going on. So far all she'd found was a kid playing a prank on his sister, a couple having sex in a rather creative position and some serious business man trying on a pair of high heels. Nothing really all that fascinating! It was quite a disappointment for Mab really. She'd been looking for a mess. Normally around here those were easy to find! So many supernaturals running about with that break things urge!

She never had that one really but she knew lots of other’s had it. She just liked to play with the after affect. The blood and guts of the whole thing. One of those weird sorts that liked the clean up more then the cooking you know. No one else had to get it though, nope Mab just knew what she liked and knew how pouty it made her now that she couldn't really play in it anymore. no more brain parts between her fingers. What a jip. being dead was fun sometimes but other times...it wasn't really that fun at all.

Sometimes the halls could be so booorrrrrinnnnng. No change of scenery!

Down one hall and up the next. Nope…nope…oooo sort of interesting….and nothing again. Where were people tonight? Mab wanted to play. No one was even paying attention to spooky stuff! A picture moved and the residents hadn’t even noticed. Didn’t they know it took energy for her to do stuff like that? How rude of them to just miss it like that!

It was almost enough to make her want to throw a fit on her own. But when she did that then all the energy went poof and then she had to be all rest easy for a few days. Those were sort of hazy days so she couldn’t call them boring but they weren’t as fun as being around and talking to people.

Not that everyone knew she was talking all the time. Or that some even wanted to talk to her. But that wasn't the point. She liked being able to decide on that not just be all hazy doing nothing lady.

Mab huffed, an act that didn’t make that red curly hair flip up like it used to. Now it was just for show. Hmming Mab skipped around the corner again, spotting someone coming out of the elevator.

Oh it was that one!

“A beautiful bunch o' ripe banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and me wan' go home”

Mab sung even louder, snickering as she continued down the hall in the same direction.

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shadowwhisper
2008-03-11 06:09 am UTC (link)

Oh, great. Please not that. Tony just paused for a moment on his way toward the door to his condo, and he sighed once. He straightened up a bit and glanced around slowly, turning around. Sometimes, he truly hated ghosts. They were very useful in their own right, but there were times when they just got on his very last nerve.

This was just one of those times. Singing. Somehow, whenever a ghost started singing, no matter what they were singing, it came off as annoying. It seemed to be one of the few constants when it came to ghosts. At the very least, he took some small bit of comfort that there was at least some uniformity in the spirit world.

A glance back toward the singer brought another sigh to Tony’s lips. That one. She had a strange look about her. Even for a ghost. He had definitely seen her about the Towers, but nowhere else in the city. That had the potential of being good and bad.

Good in that he always knew where to find at least one ghost should he ever have the need. If she was tied to the towers rather than a wider location, all he had to do was walk around the halls and he would be able to find her easy enough.

Of course, bad in the fact a ghost that can’t leave a single building would also get very annoying very quickly. They always cause so much trouble in the long term, and especially amongst mortals. But then, the very thought of causing mortals trouble brought a smile to his lips. It gave him an idea.

But, for the immediate moment, he did not show that he could see her easily enough. Instead, he let his eyes shift throughout the hall, and toward the other condo doors, as if he was looking for the source of the sound itself.

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blood_maid
2008-03-11 03:38 pm UTC (link)

What was wrong with singing? Mab sure didn’t think there was anything wrong and she knew that not many other ghostys around these parts sung. Nope Mab happened to be the rather vocal one of the group. The others were the tortured sort. Or at least a whole lot of them were. You know the ones that pop up moaning and groaning with their woes are me. Not Mabsters. Not even a little. But she watched the other ghosts with people. She liked watching. Sometimes even the ghost friendly sorts didn’t know she was.

Mab was just that good.

But if he didn’t want to play he shouldn’t have stopped and gone a looking. In Mab’s opinion that was a clear invitation to bug someone. Of course if someone was going to be all grumpy gus then why bother lingering? She had OTHERS that liked having her around thank you. She didn’t need no vampy attitude. So many of them were so broody. As though they were the only ones who should be walking the halls. HA! Mab owned these halls. Or at least so she liked tot hink.

And Mab tended to think whatever she wanted whenever she wanted and changed it any time she wanted too. She was a ghost, she didn’t have to follow any rules! Well…besides the one about being stuck where she was. Many ghosts, most ghosts, were stuck here to the towers. If you found them in the halls here 99% of the time they weren’t roaming anywhere else. Ghosts didn’t get the whole city to play in. Made Mab feel jipped really.

Plus it made her bored! Not fun. And not good for old Mabby either.

She could be a useful thing if she wanted to be thought. But she was only useful to people she liked and most people didn’t get on Mab’s good side. They were too boring or had a stick shoved up their you know what too much. Mab was all about play and someone that couldn’t play just wasn’t worth her time. Not even a little bit.

Mab came around, peering at the other. She was fairly certain he was the sort that could see. She’d seen him near other ghosts, he wasn’t brand spanking new to the towers and sometimes even ghost sorts could get feelings. She knew that Jerzy could see her right away! But then again he got all big eyed and cute like about it. Made her want to pinch his cheeks. But she couldn’t do no pinching like that anymore.

Stupid ghost like fingers!

Mab stood there, hands on her hips and her tongue stuck out all good and long with her face scrunched up and fingers wiggling. If he wanted to play the no see you game then he was free to go run away. He could very well expect some things in his house to take a swan dive for it though. It was just rude! It would probably be expensive stuff too. The shattery kind, that was the best stuff!

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shadowwhisper
2008-03-13 06:52 am UTC (link)

He should have known she was going to be one of those. The type that liked to play with others, but quickly got angry when one played games with them Well, he got that impression now. But, Tony was not annoyed. He was used to it, after all. He had dealt with ghosts, after all, long before he became a vampire. They were second nature to him now.

But damn, did he wish she didn’t have to sing. Not that he thought saying anything about it would get him anywhere. No, he knew that if he mentioned it, he would start getting serenades at noontime when he was blissfully unaware of what was going around him. No, he was going to need to figure out someway to get around that.

At least the other ghosts, well, at least most of the other ghosts, didn’t want to sing at him. Let them sing at the women or others. Instead, Tony carried on conversations with those. This one, he hadn’t had a chance to speak with yet. So, as she went through her reactions to his ignoring of her, he just smiled back.

After a moment, he turned his attention toward her, before he stuck his finger out. And that finger would go right into her face. Any doubt that he could see her would be cast away at that. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that its rude to stick your tongue out at people?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

“To what do I owe the honor of your presence this evening?” he asked, as he gave a single sigh of resignation. His quiet evening of peace was already shot to hell, so he figured he might as well make the most of it. He could make use of her, after all, in one form or another. “Are the other patrons not providing enough fun for us tonight?”

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blood_maid
2008-03-13 03:17 pm UTC (link)

Mab mad….well wow he had her all sorts of pegged wrong! She was used to that though, people did that even when she was alive let alone with her dead and all now. She liked it when they thought they had her all figured out though. Then she got to prove them wrong. You know, if they were worth it. The arrogant ghost knower sorts were boring though. They tried to be all chatty cathy about how do you feel now that your dead, what can you offer me, blah blah blah. Mab was fun, she liked to play, she didn’t want deep meaningful talks. Well…okay sometimes she did but it was about fun stuff.

Angry? That was a big waste of time for the ghost who had not a care in the world. Why be angry at a grumpy guss? That just made him win and nope she wasn’t looking for that any. Wasn’t her fault he was all grr grr at everything. If he didn’t like singing he didn’t have to listen. That’s why they made earplugs. If he didn’t want to talk, he could walk on away. Rude but Mab was used to it even from the ones that could see.

But getting away from the singing was never going to happen with Mab. She sang LOOOONNNGGG before she died. She sang while she played with blood she sang while the coroners dragged the bodies away. She sang while the cops milled about huffing and hmming over the scene. Mab sang all the time whenever she wanted and nope that wasn’t going to stop because grumpy mcvampire didn’t like it.

He was right, it would only get 100% times worse if he really made her bored.

His finger came pointing out and Mab snapped teeth at it, which of course went right through his hand but it made her snicker all the time. “Didn’t your mommy ever tell you its not nice to point.” She countered all too quickly with a wiggle of her finger in a tsk tsk.

But of course Mab’s mother had never told her that “And doing what mommys say is never fun anyways.” She did what she wanted thank you very much. She was dead, no mommys to stop her now.

“Wrong place at the wrong time, that’s all. But if your going to be sigh sigh grumble grumble boring boring then you can go right on and take your nap time. Looks like you need it.” She’d make sure lots of others came to sing him to sleep. Because she was that nice!

Mab was a ghost but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find someone else to talk to. There were plenty of people that LIKED having her around. She was fun, and told the best jokes! Too bad grumpy dwarf here didn’t look like he’d enjoy the knock knock jokes. Nope he looked like the gruff stuff sort. Fine with Mab, she liked to watch. But once they opened their mouths they were usually all yawn worthy.

Sorry bub, Mab wasn’t so easy to manipulate or use. Not even when she was alive! Course she tended to frustrated most long before they could try to get any information out of her. Call it her natural charm!

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shadowwhisper
2008-03-17 07:38 am UTC (link)

Not that any ghost could be considered sane, but there was always that one who stood out as a little more stir crazy than the others. Whether they were unhinged in life, or just that outright nutter cause of how they died, was something that Tony never could quite figure out. In truth, he figured there was as many reasons for ghostly nutcases as they were for mortal ones.

He was more than aware that, in the end, he was just going to have to accept what was going on and let the ghost have her way. While his gift gave him more advantage than most other living or unliving beings, there was little he could do to stop a ghost from singing. She could after all, just keep sticking her head into his apartment and crowing. And with his luck, she would choose to start doing it in the middle of the day when he preferred to get his rest.

“No, my mother never said that actually. But then, I rarely listened to my mother in life. She was too busy with her profession to impart words of wisdom, I am afraid. But that’s what happen when you’re nothing but a common whore having to screw your life away just to eat a meal. But I doubt you care about my mother.” He winked at her once, then he crossed his arms over his chest as he regarded the ghost and looked her over a little more fully.

“No, I doubt you’ll let me get any sleep tonight anyway. You could be nice and try to sing something a little more modern, though, I’m not that fond of the selection you have been using. You wouldn’t be able to do that for me, would you?” Tony just grinned at her then.

He was going to have to be nice, he figured. If nothing else, it gave him a reason to go out and cause someone some serious pain tomorrow night. Perhaps add another little ghost to his mix, or something that would be enough to make himself feel better.

She might not be easy to manipulate, but Tony was getting the ideas of just how he might do it. The ghost wants to have fun, after all, something that he could help provide ideas for. Easiest way to use someone was to use something they already enjoyed doing.

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blood_maid
2008-03-17 03:29 pm UTC (link)

Why couldn’t a ghost be sane? Just because they were dead didn’t mean they were nuts. Just meant they weren’t ready to jump on over to the other side. Mab knew plenty of ghosts that she thought were perfectly on that sane route. Of course compared to her sane wasn’t really all that hard to appear. But anyone that thought that Mab was this way because she was dead were right off their rocker themselves! Mab had always been a fruit loop filled little thing and she was right proud of it in fact. Gave the world some variety and definitely kept her life from being anything near to boring. But there was old Molly down the way. She was sane. Just a little sad, but perfectly logical and understanding of her place in this undead world.

Some of course were all I’m not dead like. Which made Mab giggle little a little fiend every time she did something that showed quite the contrary. Got them in such a huff and puff and really made them want to stomp those feet that no longer really could do so. Some were funny that way. Mab, however, was well aware of the fact that she was dead. She even knew how she died and remembered even how it had felt to die. Unique, kinda crispy, and all too warm. But she didn’t mind really, she was willing to bet she made quite the mess for someone to clean up! That always made her feel better.

“Nope, not even a little bit. But you’re the one that brought them up.” Mab retorted with a subtle tip of her head this way and that way. Most mommies didn’t teach near the amount of stuff they could or should. Didn’t mean that you never heard it in life though. Mab had heart plenty of times about sticking your tongue out at people. But of course when it was deserving it wasn’t rude, it was fitting. And she thought that grumpy pants was more then deserving of it.

So nope not rude, just fitting. And so would the singing. Come on anyone could figure out that if you complained about something to someone like her that you were just setting yourself up to get WAY more of it. Was sort of a logical fact with a crazy like her! “Hmmm you think they have a rap version of it or something?” Mab grinned at the thought. But he was fresh out of luck on that one. Mab sang what she liked and modern did not always mean good thank you. Some of the new stuff was quite yucky and had no real rhythm or creativity at all. Wasn’t for Mab then.

No one had to be nice. He’d already set himself up for some singing so being mean wouldn’t change that any. And Mab already knew him to be a grumpy gus so sweety sorts of ways now only made her peer at him all the more. She didn’t mind attempts at games though, games were fun. But her games and others games were often different and her own were the only ones she was interested in. it was her life she had to make entertaining after all! Others had other means to get out there and have fun.

Mab pushed herself up, sitting on an imaginary chair so really she just looked quite lounged in the middle of the air. “But I’ll make sure some ghosts with more modern voices help sing, how about that!?” see, she was such a nice ghost.

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shadowwhisper
2008-03-18 08:38 am UTC (link)

Ghosts were rarely sane. There was always something wrong with them in some way. Some subtle, and some not. But then, Anthony was in truth used to dealing with ghosts, and found that bit of insanity to be more of a blessing than a curse. Just had to find the right way to phrase things to a ghosts little world after all.

With a memory like that, Tony could only hope that he would pass on without having to remember the method of his death. He had always assumed it would be violent, and all together far too painful. But then, that was the method by which just about all vampires would die. Their existence almost never ended peacefully.

“Yes, I was the one who brought it up.” The vampire just smirked at the ghost before he shook his head a little bit. “Which, was pointless of course.” He tilted his head as he regarded the ghost, before he gave her a simple nod.

The question about the music brought a snort from him and another shake of his head. “They most likely do, though I doubt that would be any better. Rap singers are the worst of the bunch, I would prefer to go back to opera.” And as soon as he said that, he regretted it. He just knew he would be woken up in the middle of the day by some opera or another. Or even just an attempt at it.

“No thank you, one ghost singing for me is more than enough. But I appreciate the gesture. Though, if you do want to do more singing, I’ve someone in mind that I wouldn’t mind you visiting. She’s one I enjoy teasing, I think you would enjoy it as well.”

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blood_maid
2008-03-18 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Well if that was the case then no one at all was sane, not human or ghost or vampire or demon….well okay the last one was probably sort of a given but none the less! Sane was a funny word. Like happy. No one was all the way completely without a doubt happy. No one was every 100% sane either. Everyone had a bit of Mab likeness in them. That nuts sort of mentality that liked to creep out every now and again but wasn’t really given room to play. Nothing wrong with that, insane or less then sane made the world interesting. It gave it all some color, some flair. No fun if the entire world was all plain ol vanilla right? Right. Ghost world was the same, ghosts wouldn’t be so interesting to human counterparts if they were boring and lack luster. Even if some were. Mab just didn’t happen to fall into that category. She was more in the never knowing what her weirdo self was going to do sort of category.

Which was the funnest one to be in when it came to her humble little opinion. Which wasn’t really so humble but not the point.

Memory was a funny thing for Mab. Some things she remembered crystal clear and other things were sort of hazy now. It got worse as time went on but since she didn’t really have a good concept of that time, it was sort of difficult for her to know how long she’d been dead and how long she’d been all floaty. She did remember her death though but unlike most people she was quite pleased by that fact. It had been a big boom; she went out with a bang which was exactly how she should go out! She’d be rather disappointed if it had been some quiet boring thing.

“Of course.” Mab returned in the same sort of tone with the same sort of smirk and tilt of the head. When weren’t pasts pretty pointless when you were old? And old in the supernatural sorts not the human baby sorts. Mommys and Daddys were specks in a supernatural creatures life. There and gone again. Mab’s own had thought her strange and Mab had never really missed them when they were gone. But she wasn’t really the sort to cry or long or bitch or moan really. She just kept on going on. That was the way ol Mabsters was.

“So rap is worse then what I already sing huh? Thanks for letting me know!” hey if there was something worse out there then you really shouldn’t complain about what you have or you were just destined to get the worse. Now Mab was going to have to rap it and even she knew that was going to be a horrible horrible thing. She wasn’t a rap fan, nope not at all. She thought it was too…hmm what was the right word? Jerky? It didn’t flow like some other music did. Or at least didn’t work how she wanted it to work!

“Opera fan? Well that’s surprising!” in the its not surprising at all sort of way. She could butcher some of that for him too. Coconut song done in opera tones, sounded like a money maker to Mab!

“Really it’s no trouble at all, they wouldn’t mind. They are always eager to help me out.” Mab remarked with an all too sweet smile to her lips. “Aren’t you a sweet vampy, offering up your good time to another because your so generous! But how do you know I haven't sung for them already?” Mab snickered, shaking her red curly hair till it bounced “But don’t you worry, I have time to sing for everyone!” all she had was time.

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