Blood Maid (blood_maid) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-01-28 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | mab |
Week One: Wednesday - Narrative
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...." Mab's voice carried through the hallways, making more then a few turn and glance around trying to figure out just what they were hearing. Not everyone could see ghosts, especially when said ghost was trying to not be seen. Mab liked confusing people. Getting them all worked up till they spun around trying to find the culprit and only made themselves dizzy in the process! It was cute and made her snicker every time...often right near their ear so they jumped a good foot in the air for it. Oh it never got old for Mab. She didn't really know anymore how long she had been dead...time sort of swam away once life was no longer a concern. But no matter how long it had been, she couldn’t stop laughing that those spooked little jumps.
Some people screamed, some tried to look all macho like nothing could get to them. Some tried to hide or ran away. Mab liked the screamers best...no better way to draw the attention of everyone around them! Made the person look right insane. She liked it when they started to talk to themselves too. There is no such thing as ghosts, it must just be the wind coming in through an opened window... yes that was it, something simple and logical and easy to explain!
But did the wind sing about coconuts? Mab didn’t think so...
"Here they are standing in a row..." She continued with a snicker, sticking her head through a near by wall to see if one of her favorite tenants of the towers was home. He wasn't, no fun. He liked watching people jump too. And there was the kid down the hall. Cute little thing with bright blond curls and always sticky fingers from all the candy she gobbled up. She liked Mabs singing, though her mean daddy told her to be quite all the time and stop talking to herself. Humph! Not talking to herself at all, dad was the blind sort of human though. He didn't see things even when they were standing right in front of him flashing him!
Had made the little girl giggle like a fiend though, made Mab’s day...or days...something.
No luck with door number one or number two…it looked like Mab was on her own tonight when it came to enjoying the shows. Oh she’d make due, she always did. But she far preferred to give entertainment to more then just herself! Took a certain sort of people to get her jokes though, and her singing. Anyone who did though got extra points from ol Mabster that was for sure. Even earned them a treat or two sometimes, not that those were all that easy for Mab to come by. Sure she could move objects but regular ol pick them up? That wasn’t so easy anymore when you were all incorporeal like.
That she sometimes was still getting used to. Especially when they were messes just begging to be cleaned up! What was worst was seeing a nasty scene outside of the apartments and not being able to go play detective where did the brain go anymore. She missed that sometimes, she’d been good at her job! No one could put together the puzzle of splattered bodies quite like Mab could. She understood the blood, and not just because she was vampy back then. No she’d understood it even before then. Made her dad look at her oddly but he didn’t mind so long as she was doing her job well and making him proud sorta. He was dead though, long time ago and far away. Most were now weren’t they? Mab couldn’t remember.
Mab skipped through the air, wandering from one hallway to the next. “big ones small ones some as big as your head” with that word some poor man walking his groceries in got a nice flick to the head that made him jump with a start and send his groceries all sorts of scattering around.
“Aww gotta pick them up, one…two…three…four….” Items went this way and that way, the man grumbling and shaking his head as he attempted to gather all those fallen items up. Mab eventually let him, but that was only because she thought she heard furniture moving. Was someone new to the towers? Oh she loved newbies!