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i_am_king (i_am_king) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-03 22:00:00

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ash williams, complete, day 13, ginger fitzgerald

Fighting the Good Fight...
Who: Ash and Ginger
What: Definitely not kissing Legolas (Not that there's anything wrong with that)
When: Afternoon
Where: On the beach
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

It was hot. That sort of sticky, nasty hot that you got during the middle of a football game with the guys. Not the nice kind of hot you got when a stripper was on your lap. In fact, it seemed like this whole damned place was relatively hot all of the time, now that the dark haired man with the jutting masculine chin thought about it. Beach resort. He would prefer a cabin in the mountains any day... or.... maybe not. No, that didn't really seem to work very well last time for him... though he'd learned his lesson. Next time shoot any tape player you see when going into a creepy ass cabin. Especially before someone decides it's a bright idea to hit the play button to see what it does.

"I guess though... all in all it's not exactly... so bad..." Ash said to himself as he lay out in a folding chair, watching the ocean. Covering him in shade was a rather large umbrella, which matched the color of the umbrella in his fancy drink. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was fancy. He should know... he asked for it that way. Just like he'd asked for the rack of lamb, and the girlie magazines, though he had at least enough common sense to leave those back in his room. God only knew what princess airhead would do if she managed to catch him with one of those. 'Gasp, horror, what are you reading Ash?' He supposed though, it would make sense that she would be jealous... she had a thing for him.

But then, what girl didn't when you got right down to it? Ash was the complete package, and now that he'd showered and shaved he only looked the better, dressed in a bright flowery Hawaiian shirt with a pair of sunglasses on. Sure, he was in some sort of extra dimensional hell... but what was new about that? And this one at least had girly magazines... of course the last one had Shirly... Shelly.... whatever the hell her name was. But it also had that annoying bearded dude, and about a thousand people who thought the best things in life revolved around livestock... probably in more ways than he wanted to think about. It was almost enough to turn a man's stomach... almost.

Taking a sip of his drink he realized it was dangerously low, and snapped at a golem who happened to pass by. "Hey, you, Woody! Be a good... manservant, warden, thing... and top off my drink here, wouldja?" He watched as the golem lumbered up, took the drink and started to walk off. "Oh! And get me some more of those cookies, the ones with the weird filling in 'em... and... uhm... a musket ball that was shot in the revolutionary war... and embedded inside of a bible." Ash liked to ask for random things like that, just to see if the planet was willing to accomodate him. Kept this little world on it's toes, maybe taxed it a little, made it work to keep him here... he was doing his part... yeah.

"Sometimes fighting the good fight is hard..." Ash said with a lazy stretch and a yawn.

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i_am_king
2008-09-04 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Ash had more or less settled in to finish the last of his... fancy drink type thing, when he heard a voice calling from behind him. He flexed his prostetic glove a little to make sure it worked, just in case, and proceeded to calmly lay out on the beach. Hell, they said no one could kill here, right? Then again, if someone was stupid enough to try Ash would make sure they didn't have a spleen when he was done. That did bring up an interesting question though, would killing a deadite or some other undead thing technically count as killing. They were undead... so maybe it counted as un-killing? That was the problem with a place like this, they were always hazy on the rules when they mentioned then, but if he did the slightest thing wrong he imagined that one of the golems would be here acting like someone had shoved Woody up their ass.

Finally, Ash deemed it worthy of his time to look over at the girl right as she said 'well fuck', and smirked a little. "Soon baby, soon. As soon as someone comes along who isn't dumb..." he said, then tilted his glasses to scope her out. "and is legal." Yeah, she might be over 18, then again, she might just be trying to put on some makeup to look adult so she looked old enough to ride King Ash's wonder-coaster, which no one got off of unsatisfied. Unless they were frigid. Count that as two things against her, she kind of looked halfway dead. And she had red hair, like Giselle... which might be an indication she was one of the mindless masses. Or a Prissy Princess...

He watched her stand in front of him and take in the magnificence that was Ash Williams, and nodded lightly. "You know what I always say, when in Rome, order your slaves around..." he said, grinning as the golem came back with his drink, and raised it lightly to the girl, though, now that he thought about it he took a better look at her outfit, not so much to check her out but to note that she was dressed like she should be crying somewhere and listening to Linkin Park. "And your wrong, if there's one thing I'm used to, it's being treated like a King. Hell, last dimension I got shuffed off to, they nearly made me one..." he said, staring off into the distance right. Hell, with the Princess and Goth-lite here, Shelly was looking better all the time.

"So, what's your story Gotherella? Seance gone wrong? Used too much eye of newt and not enough wing of bat?"

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searchandestroy
2008-09-04 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Thankfully, Ginger neither cried nor listened to Linkin Park. In fact their music was pussy music in her standards and who the fuck was Linkin Park anyway? "Sorry, did I hear that right. Baby?" furrowing her eyebrows. Well his intelligence level was dropping the more he hit on her. Ginger lied. "I'm almost twenty!" she muttered. Taking the glass that the golem had given her had her slender hand brought it to her unpainted lips and took a sip. It was cold, that was always a good thing. But damn, it was strong. Alcohol. A smirk. "For being what I am, age doesn't matter." the hell with it. Ginge wasn't going to hide it all her life and be in fear.

"Fuck off, I don't have a story. Do I even look remotely like a goth?" astounded by his ignorance had she taken another gulp of the drink. That was good, too good. "Nineteen forever." arching both red eyebrows. She was getting a buzz just from one drink, her senses tingling. Was that what the werewolf part did? Make it stronger and better? "Screw the pina colada." a smirk to her lips, giving a Cheshire-like grin.

"What's your story?" in a sing song voice, as if to be annoying which she knew she was. Seance her ass, she didn't do any seances. That made her a little bit miffed to say the least. With her luck B would fuck him. Then again, nope, she didn't see that happening anytime soon. Green eyes took him in, he was weird to say the least and twice her age. "You've definitely, got a story." Ginger continued.

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