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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

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!complete, day 10, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open, remy lebeau

Day 10: Pharmacy/Liquor Store - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Pharmacy/Liquor Store
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. Bottles of liquor rattled on shelves. Pills chuttered in the bottles of medication waiting to create prescriptions. Newspaper rustled on the front counter and then all fell quiet.

Then, as if giant feet had decided to play soccer within the store, some of the shelves of liquor and bottles of medicine rocked and fell. The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by the roar of one of the outer walls cracking in half and falling outward into the street. The roof split with the screeching of metal beams, rusted metal bars wrenching free and slicing downward into the shelves that were still upright. Anyone in their path would be knocked down and skewered before being buried beneath falling shelves of breaking liquor bottles or exploding containers of pills or possibly corrosive liquids.

As the rest of the roof came crashing down, anyone inside would be trapped in a near lethal cloud of alcohol and cleaning fluid as it pools on the floor of the store. Any pills that have exploded from the bottles will combine with the mess on the floor and also add to the dangerous concoction which will be as volatile a danger as a leaking gas main to anyone who is in this building.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-14 09:42 pm UTC (link)

"The gym? Hurt people? L might be there." She nodded, resolute in her decision. "I'm going with you. I might not go inside seeing as I'm looking like this, and I don't want to give anyone a heart attack, but I'll go to the treeline nearby and keep watch. I am part of the night watch, after all. Besides, I couldn't smell what was going on in there, but I am certain that it wasn't pleasant." Her hand motioned to the vomit on the ground. "There was a lot of drugs and alcohol in that pharmacy...liquor store...thing. I don't think those things have good effects when they're inhaled. Somebody needs to make sure that you get back to where you belong. The last thing I'd need would be my savior passing out on the way back to the makeshift hospital. Just one moment. There is someone I have to attempt to find."

She placed her journal on the ground and knelt beside it. Seeing a woman with three limbs trying to write was like watching a dog with three legs trying to run. She flipped to a blank page, dripping formaldehyde on it, and dipped her index finger into the gaping hole that was once her right arm and shoulder. Smearing a messy note across the page, she rose to her feet once more, sticking the book rolled up into her back pocket. "Hopefully he'll respond and give me some direction. Hopefully he's able to respond." She forced a sigh, though the air whistled from the hole in her chest where a metal spike was sticking out through her sternum.

He was the most curious of anyone that she had met as of yet, and that was, perhaps, because he was seeing her the most dead. Laura assumed that, this time, there was no chance of denying it. Falling into step beside him, she tried to casually cross her arms behind her head, but she stopped when she remembered that she only had one. A dead woman with one arm walking along with it up in the air seemed a little ridiculous, didn't it? She chuckled darkly at her stupidity. This was definitely the worst mess that she'd ever gotten herself into. When he mentioned the kiss, though, her eyebrows raised. Was he serious? Had he not looked at her? She stared back at him, unblinking, before a lopsided smile crossed her face.

"Gambit, huh? Guess even people without any luck can get lucky now and then. If you really want that kiss, you're free to claim it whenever you want. There's no harm in a kiss, after all, when you've been what I was." Shaking her head, she glanced over at him. "Another time on that, though. That's hardly appropriate conversation for a day like this. I...am someone who is caught in a very difficult and confusing situation. I was alive, and I was a travel agent who was born, and raised, and lived in Eagle Point, Indiana. Then I died, I was waked, and I was buried. And then my late husband gave me a golden coin that was actually a fragment of the sun that he found in some sun god's treasury on accident, and I came back. Like this." She motioned at her body. "I'm not dead, I'm not alive. I'm something else. I don't really fit anywhere."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 10:13 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe that's a goo' i'ea, ain' goin' insi'e. Don' wan' people screamin' 'Dawn of 'de Dea'', non?" Sorry, Laura. He couldn't help the little jab, even if she was pretty, she was still. Well.. Look at her! Somehow, her pale skin and her dark hair contrasting? It was.. really great. Like fantastic art. She was beautiful and terrifying all together, and that made the Cajun all sorts of thrilled. "I be fine, I'm sure. But we go to 'de gym toge'ter, non?" Which was where they were headed already, of course. But he just wanted to assure her that he would go, even if he wasn't going to be looking for medical attention. He wasn't dead, so it meant he was doing alright. For now.

"L your boyfrien'?" It was what he asked everyone, when they had a friend of the opposite sex, respectively. Likely just a bad translation from French to English.. but you never knew.

"Oui. Gambit. An' you righ', even people wit' no luck can get lucky." He was both lucky.. and very unlucky. It was a strange combination, to be so lucky in some ways, and so unlucky in others. Only the Cajun. But he would take that kiss later, as she'd promised him. Definitely. Hopefully before she decayed anymore.. didn't want anything breaking off when he kissed her, after all. "So.. you a zombie? Undea'. Not livin', not dea', so 'dat makes you.. undea'." It made perfect sense to him. Right? Right.

"So it don' hur', 'dat you fallin' apar'? You gon' keep fallin' apar'? What happen when 'dere ain' not'in' more of you lef' to fall par'?" That was the curious question. What happened when she had no arms, no legs, no.. well.. no meat but bones? How would she stay together? Would she die then? What happened when there was nothing left of her but dust? But don't think that the mention of a coin of a fragment of the sun had passed by him. He'd heard her, and he'd instantly begun to think of how rare that was, and how much it'd be worth. And his eyes were falling to her neck to look for it. Maybe she wore it as a necklace?

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spitandviolets
2009-06-14 10:41 pm UTC (link)

That jab definitely did not go unnoticed, and her eyes closed tightly, driving the glass that pinned one of them shut a little deeper into her eyeball. He was one of the first people to ever go there. "I am not a zombie," she said plainly, bluntly, and in a monotone that made it beautifully ironic. "That word is ridiculous. Zombies don't think. Zombies don't have superhuman speed and strength. Zombies aren't the reanimated remains of somebody's late wife with her personality and memories still intact. Zombies don't want to be alive again. All that zombies want is to eat brains and lumber around. I do not think that I exhibit any of the characteristics of a zombie. In fact, the only thing that a zombie and I have in common is the unlikely trait that we were once alive, then we were dead, and we're up and moving around once more."

Her hand slipped into what remained of her pocket. Jay had thought she was good looking, but he didn't know that she was dead at all. He hated her now that she hung around with L. L loved her and thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth, but he had been routinely chemically castrated up until about two weeks ago. He wasn't, necessarily, one of the best people to convince a gal that she was good looking. And here Gambit was, seeing her at her very worse. Coughing up maggots and working the night shift at a gas station in the Florida panhandle hadn't been this bad. Yet he thought that she was pretty, beautiful and terrifying. Had she known his thoughts, she would have tried to convince him otherwise, just like she did with L every time he told her that she was good looking. After all, the living needed to fancy the living. It would all be easier if she was alone and lonely in the end, and people needed to be with other living people.

"L and I...have a bit of a complicated situation. Technically I am still married to a man named Shadow back where I come from, though he doesn't want anything to do with me now that I'm...me. I met L when I got here. My arm got taken off by a puma that I went out into the forest alone to kill. He stapled it back on for me. We've been partners around this place ever since. It's better to travel in pairs, after all, especially when one of them doesn't need to sleep or eat or even blink. Um...we got snowed into the pharmacy there - I was living in the beer cooler and using the remnant cool air to keep myself from decomposing - and some things happened. I was a bit of a slut when I was alive, and I guess that old habits die hard. I never learn, even when sex kills me. Go figure. We became intimate, though I am not certain that he loves me, though he says that he does. I believe, one day, he will meet a living girl that strikes his fancy much more. And I will not stop him, though I feel very...protective of him. I...do not know if I would consider him my boyfriend. I'm not sure if that is really a term that someone in my situation could use. We're partners. And, if it is at all possible, he is going to find some way to bring me back to life." She paused, a wicked grin crossing her face. "Hopefully it isn't today. Don't think it'd last long or do much for me if I came back looking like this." Laura loved irony and dark humor.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-14 10:41 pm UTC (link)

He seemed genuinely interested in her condition, and that interested her. Shrugging her existing shoulder, she watched the ground as they walked. "No, falling apart doesn't hurt. I don't feel pain. I don't feel anything except cold, and it's not cold in the sense that humans and living beings know it as. It's...emptiness. It's like the void settled in the pit of my stomach. I feel nothingness, and I hate it. The only thing that makes the cold go away is the warmth of a living being. It's incredibly overwhelming to me, touching a living person's skin. I cannot describe it properly. It is unlike anything that I ever knew in life."

"As for what happens when this all goes south, well, I don't really know. The coin doesn't prevent me from decaying, but it keeps me animated. I will exist beyond the end of everything, for I will continue to exist as long as I consider the coin my own. I can only end my existence by willingly giving up ownership of it. It's something like the magic that animates the mummies that protect the tombs of the ancient Egyptians. My flesh will rot and fall away from my bones, but I will exist as a skeleton. When my bones crumble into dust, I will probably become a bodiless, incorporeal entity of some sort. When the world ends, I will be left spinning in the void. It'll just be me. Me and the nothingness. I don't know if I'll last that long, though. I vowed to protect L, and I have decided that I will give the coin to him in the event that he should be dying. He does not know this, and he would not approve. I do not care. He will not have a choice when the time comes. I will save his life, for I do not believe that I could exist in a world in which I had no purpose, no one to protect. I am thankful I found him in the absence of Shadow."

Inside of her shirt, which was badly slashed up, her bra was visible. Since he was looking, it was hard not to miss the round, two inch lump on the inner side of her left breast in her bra. The silver chain had snapped, dropping the coin into her bra. It didn't glow, but for something that had been through hell, it hardly seemed tarnished. There was no price that could be placed on such a coin. It was the kind of gift you gave to the King of America.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 11:01 pm UTC (link)

When she began going on about zombies, Gambit turned his head to watch her curiously, still walking as he did so. And by the time she was finished, he was smiling brightly. "How you know so much 'bou' zombies, Chere? You--" He nearly tripped over a piece of rubble in the road, then, as he'd been staring openly at her. But with the little trip, he'd hopped in a surprisingly graceful move, twisted, spun once to keep his balance, then moved both arms out to steady himself.. before they fell to his sides and he cleared his throat, smoothing his hands over his brown trench coat, as if to fix himself. She hadn't just seen that. But the idea made him grin in a sheepish manner, anyway. "So you ain' a zombie. You jus'.. you, non? Laura Moon." Her name came out well enough, with his accent. Just a bit of a dip in her first name. Nice to hear, actually.

"Soun' like you his mom, more 'den you his lover, Chere." At least, that was what he'd taken away from that. That they had been together before, that she was his lover, at least once. But still, their relationship sounded more like a mother-son, from where he was standing, but he had never seen them together and he knew nothing about them, so it wasn't anything to go by, really. "You like 'dat he like you? Oui, 'course you do. All la'ies do, dea' or live, non? You got a beautiful face. Stunnin', even wit' 'de.. dea' t'in' goin' on. An' you gotta nice voice. Mos'ly, you got 'de righ' attitu'e. You ac' like a girl who know what she wan's. Ac' like a girl who got some brains to go wit' her beauty. Bet you was gorgeous as a livin' girl, non?" He, finally, was looking ahead again, so as not to trip on their way to the gym. It wasn't far, now.

"You say it don' hur', but you ain' enjoyin' it, are you? Ain' enjoyin' fallin' to pieces. Ain' enjoyin' leakin'.. whatever 'dat is. Ain' enjoyin' bein' called a zombie. An' you gon' do 'dat do him? You think you livin', Chere? You happy?" Well, that was a strange question, and likely one she hadn't heard in a while. Gambit was ready for anything in this place, and a zombie? Well. He'd almost been expecting it. Everything here was so wrong.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-14 11:18 pm UTC (link)

Who was he to speak to her like that? Who was he to put it so plainly? If she didn't know any better, she'd say that he was dead, too. He didn't have time for bullshit or lies. If there was one thing that Laura was always interested in, it was the truth. There just weren't many living people who shared that same interest.

If she had been able to, she would have flushed at his question about how she knew so much about zombies. "I've done a great deal of thinking about it since I've been existing like this. I used to try to think of something to call myself, and zombie kept cropping up, and it made me mad. That word is so...stupid. I'm not like that. So I made a list of all the ways that zombies and I are not the same. And that's what I just told you. Also, I loved horror movies when I was alive. I don't think that there's a single one that I missed. I watched good ones, bad ones, ones from all over the world. I watched them alone and with people. Maybe that's one of the things that made me fearless. Maybe that's one of the reasons why I've never questioned being like this. It was in a movie. What's so weird about it actually happening somewhere? One of my favorite things to do that first year that Shadow was in prison was to sit down with a bottle of whiskey and a good stack of horror movies and waste the night. It's been a long time since I slept well."

Her brows furrowed slightly at his remark about L. Was that really how it sounded to an outsider? She hadn't talked to anyone other than Sarah about it, and Laura had never been famous for having female friends in life. Audrey was about it. She'd always gotten on better with the opposite sex. Guys had always made better friends. In the end, she'd been closer to Robbie than to Audrey. That was the tragic truth. But to hear it like that, it made her uncertain. Feelings weren't something she was good at, and only powerful ones got through. To have one brought into question, then, after she'd made an attempt at figuring out what it was, was difficult at best.

"I don't know," she said plainly. "I don't know how I love him. I just know that I feel strongly. The coin works differently for a living person. It'll keep you alive and young forever if you're already living. It'll make you just short of a god. But it's better if I stay with him, I've thought. After all, it's not like many people would be open to having a dead woman hanging around at all hours. It's not like there's many living people who'd be willing to let me touch them, cold and clammy as I am. To put it frankly, the dating scene sucks. And I'm not getting any younger." She chuckled softly. "Then again, if I could just find that damn bottle of water that was in my pack back in the shop, I could be right as rain. I could be beautiful. I could be lifelike, even for a little while."

When he said that she had a beautiful face, she almost couldn't look at him. How could she think that he was someone who dealt in truth? His remark confused her. "I was beautiful," she said, her monotone voice possessing a bit of a deeper, more quiet sound to it. It was Laura's remembering voice. "I was beautiful, and I was sexy. I was vibrant, and lively, and I was fun and hopeful." She stopped walking for a moment. It was happening again, the memories. They usually came in waves when they were her own. It was sad that it was easier for her to have other people's memories of late. "I'm older now, wiser now, more certain now," she murmured, "but I've lost so much in the fall."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-14 11:39 pm UTC (link)

She'd be surprised, like everyone else, at just how candid the Cajun could be. Even the Doctor, who had seen everything and been everywhere, was surprised that the red-head just dumped it all out there, like he did. He held a lot back, but he also said a lot. He talked a lot. But most of it wasn't about him.

"You like 'de horror flicks too? Ain' met many girls who do." He was pleased with hearing it, and was grinning widely once more, pushing a gloved hand back through his hair and shaking it up a little, to keep it away from his face. "Ain' not'in' wron' wit' it." Not any of it. Not the fearlessness, or the movies, or the enjoying watching them alone. Gambit, surprisingly, was the same way. And he never could get enough. His movies, his comics. The Cajun was hooked.

However, with her next comment.. he was lifting his eyebrows. "I tell you, your face is beautiful. An' I don' lie 'bou' women." He only lied to them. About them. Often. Well. So he was a liar, it was okay. "An' you shou' be happy!" That was suddenly exclaimed, and the red-head laughed, tilting his head to the side and coming to a stop with her when she halted on their short walk. "Girls, 'dey always tryin' to lose weigh', non? An' look at you. Jus' los' ten poun's back 'dere, didn' you? An' if you coun' 'de arm, you los' more 'den 'dat." He pointed at her, briefly, before pushing his hand back into his pocket.

"You can be lively still, ain' gotta ac' dea'. You can be fun, an' hopeful. We go back to 'dat buil'in', when it ain' all toxic, non? An' get 'de wa'er of beauty, an' make you not so rotty anymore, oui?" She did have a pretty face now, but the rest of her? Well. It was interesting, it was horrifying, and it was fantastic. Enticing, really. But only in theory. He wasn't sure he'd want to squish into her.. he'd be afraid she'd break apart. He was having trouble envisioning her having sex at all. Definitely not the fun, kinky kind.. but you could spank her with her own hand. The thought made his smile twist. Sick Cajun.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 12:11 am UTC (link)

"No, there sure aren't. That's not to say that I didn't used to get scared, either. When my husband was around, I'd find myself cowering under his arm and peeking out at the gore. But I just...liked them a lot. I always wondered how I'd do in one. This place is the closest I've ever gotten. According to the rules of horror movies, though, I should already be dead. The people who have sex always die. Then again, I should probably be on the other team. And what's to say that I'm not? Mwahaha." She winked at him, though the effect was more that she was closing her eye.

She grinned at the weight comment. Oh, she could like him. They could be good friends. Anyone who got her to smile was rare, indeed, and anyone who got it to happen frequently and on account of intentional dark humor was legendary. Laura made those kind of jokes. She had a very odd sense of humor, and it made people uncomfortable. She was the kind of woman who had the organist at her wedding play the Scooby Doo theme instead of Here Comes the Bride. "I always was worried about my weight. You seem to have put everything into perspective for me. You can't get liposuction for this cheap and this painless. Most gals who have it all sucked out can't comfortably move for days. Me, I'm up and around after minutes. Thanks, Gambit. You're so inspirational."

"Beauty water. I like that. It'll be nice to have a properly attached right arm again. I decompose a lot faster when the weather is cool and there aren't any open wounds on my body. Plus, it'll be nice to breathe and bleed and feel for a while, even if it is only twelve hours. Though that first sip of the stuff is a bitch. It turns my insides into ice, it feels like. It's awful."

"I'm not acting anything, and you'd better not forget it. I'm honest and straightforward. I don't lie, because I don't have time for lies. They're such bull. I only keep truths and secrets. I am dead, and it isn't really possible for me to be those things anymore. I see the world more factually now, and I've lost a lot of my tact and optimism. Being a realist...has been enlightening. And being blunt has had interesting results."

"Uh oh. What are you thinking with a smile like that? Shadow used to get those smiles, and they were seldom good. Well, the wholesome, socially acceptable kind of good." Sex like this, Laura had discovered, was startlingly normal. She'd been kinky in life, and she was definitely more durable. Not having any blood, she was also much lighter. She was capable of feeling the sensation of a person's warmth on her, and that was incredibly erotic. In fact, she was starting to believe that it was actually better for her this way than it had been in life. It was definitely more intense, and it was interesting to not be clouded by pleasure, able to watch the other person's expressions and reactions more closely.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-15 12:32 am UTC (link)

"Oui," The Cajun agreed cheerfully, eyebrows waggling in a very suggestive way. "You like 'de perfec' woman. You come out of 'de be'room, you ask 'Do I look fat in 'dis?', 'de man say 'Yes', so you go back into 'de bat'room, you take out uh chunk o'flesh, an' you come back out. You coul' make your ass smaller, too." He turned some to look behind her, inspecting her rump. "Ain' bad." Because it was covered with cloth, for the most part. "An' I try to be inspira'ional, you gotta have somet'in' to look forwar' to, non? Jus' t'ink of me as your shoul'er angel." Angel was a gross overstatement of the Cajun, for sure.

"An' you ain' 'de only one missin' limbs, Chere. One guy, E'war', missin' his leg. Ain' bleedin', like you. But he got wires, an' me'al, ain' decomposin'. Jus'.. ain' real, I don' t'ink. Look like someone made him." Still, he was curious, and was gesturing that they begin walking again. "So, when you drink 'de beau'y wa'er, your arm an' your chunk gon' grow back? An' wha' 'bou' your eye? 'Dat con' grow back? Go' go back to norm'l?" He had so many questions, but was sure that she wouldn't be able to answer them all. She couldn't know everything there was to know about what happened with her.. but then again. Maybe she could. "An' wha' kin'a wa'er is 'dat? 'Cause if it make you youn' an' beau'iful 'gain, I wan' some of 'dat. Gon' keep it for when 'de girls t'ink I'm gettin' too ol'." An easy quip that came with a wink in return. The two of them really were being awful, weren't they? But at least they could take it as well as dish it.

"An' ain' not'in' wron' bein' blunt. I like 'dat 'bou' you, Chere. You ain' tryin' to sugar coa', ain' tryin' to hide. You jus' comin' out wit' it. It's nice." Very, very nice. He enjoyed blunt, just as he enjoyed giving blunt.

"Oh, 'dis grin?" He pointed at his face and laughed again. "Jus' won'erin' wha' sex wit' you woul' be like. Worried I'd break an' arm or a leg off. Maybe 'dat you'd squish? 'Dat I play wit' your breas', magnificen' as 'dey mus' have been when you wasn' all.. not-zombie.. worrie' 'day I migh' break 'em off. An' 'dey 'de bes' par' of a lady." Gambit, certainly, was a breast man. Very much so. "An' I'm t'inkin', if I tie you up, you jus' take an arm off an' get free, an' where's 'de fun in 'dat? You gon' have to drink some of 'dat wa'er, 'fore I'd have sex wit' you, Chere. I'd break you." And that.. had been what he was thinking. She'd asked for it, and she'd gotten it. Poor Laura. She would learn quickly that she'd get pretty candid answers from the Cajun.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 08:14 pm UTC (link)

"Hey, get your eyes off of the merchandise. I'm going to have to find some way to make money when I get out of this place, and I'm thinking that becoming a stripper in a fetish club is looking like the only viable option since every other employer thinks I'm terminally ill. If I let you look at it for free, it sets an unfair precedent, and that isn't something I want to deal with down the road. Gotta support L somehow. He was raised rich, and whether he's my boyfriend or more like my adopted kid, money has to come from somewhere." She smirked, listening to him prattle on. His voice, that twang, was like listening to music. At first she'd thought it was going to be annoying, and she had to concentrate on it at times, but it was getting easier to understand what he was saying. "A shoulder angel, though, I could be in the market for. I think that mine gave up and went on strike or quit completely given the circumstances of my death. I think, after that, the poor little bugger had just had it. Tossed up his arms and said 'Laura Moon, I wash my hands of you!' and off he went into the sunset. That'd explain how things got to where they are."

She didn't know what to do with her free flailing arm. Having it in her pocket for too long seemed unnatural. She went to cross her arms over her chest, but there was nothing to cross. She couldn't even put it behind her head. Lacking any solution, she let it hang, her hand swinging on the breeze as they walked. It was interesting to her to hear about Edward, to know that he was some kind of robot, but it also made her feel more alone. Everyone thought he was a dear. Everyone thought she was just...eerie and aloof. And apparently Logan felt the need to tell people when they guessed correctly about her being dead. She was still feeling a little bit bitter about that. Ianto did not need to know that she was deceased; he knew that, and he hadn't even met her yet. Damn him, he was really killing her chances at a social undeath.

For someone who did not know very much in life, Laura knew an awful lot about death and about undeath and about everything in between. She'd become somewhat of an expert, an occultist, whatever title seemed viable. Following a few paces behind him, ready to take any attacks from anything that was sneaking up on them from behind, she thought for a moment. "My arm will grow back," she said, "and so will the chunk of flesh missing from my side. My eye will be completely restored. I will be better than normal, in fact, because Norn water doesn't just heal wounds, it reverses time. None of these wounds, if we found it, would ever have happened to my body. For me, it cannot reverse time enough to make me live. But it can bring me to the point of death's door, those last few moments when you're alive but not really. That's why I'll be able to breathe. I'll feel warm. I'll bleed. But time always moves forward around you, so the effects that are that drastic will eventually fade away. They only last for about a day. The Norn water brings you back to the point of birth, they say. It just takes me back to the point at which I was born into this particular existence." She smirked at the back of his head. "You know, if you drank it, I think you'd be able to get a lot of women, and they'd all be beautiful, and older, and voluptuous. They'd think you were just adorable. They'd also be feeding you pureed carrots and changing your diapers. But you'd have preschool to look forward to, and you'd get to see an awful lot of breasts."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-15 08:14 pm UTC (link)

If she weren't so bland about everything, if she'd been alive, she probably would have giggled, given him a shove, told him something witty about being bad and not looking at what didn't belong to him. "I'm not made of glass," she said instead, "I'm made of flesh and bone, just like anybody else. In fact, corpses are pretty durable. And I don't squish. I haven't been dead that long. It's only been ten days since I last drank Norn water. Even if it was ninety out every day, I wouldn't be decomposed that badly yet. I'll stay firm for about four weeks if it's hot and muggy; if we've got a winter chill, my decomp all but stops. I really miss the snow and those subzero days." Tossing her hair, she reached her hand up, sliding her fingers along her scalp. Oh, why hadn't they met sooner? Like, when she was alive? He was wild, and he was unashamed, and he was everything that she'd run with in her younger days. Laura always had a weak spot for the bad boy with a secret golden speck on his heart. And he was thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her. It wasn't fair. She knew it wasn't fair, but she had to remind herself, once more, of just how unfair the universe was. "Fuck my life," she grumbled.

Why was she doing this? Why couldn't she resist flirting with people when they initiated it? Still, even though she was dead, she was a sucker for the mating game. There was something about the thrill of the chase, the swordplay aspect of the dagger-like words. L would not be pleased with her and neither would Shadow. She was married, and she had a boyfriend. She'd had an affair, and she knew how that had ended (messily, in a very literal sense). But men were her vice, and old habits died hard. She closed her eye, thinking hard about L.

"Shouldn't talk like that, though. I've got too much responsibility around here to be thinking about what it'd be like to have sex with you, and even I know my limits. I've already corrupted one living person by doing the horizontal tango with him. I don't need to induct you into my wicked unlife like that. Besides, you're good looking. I'm sure you've said similar things to every girl around the place. I've never been a notch on anyone's bedpost; I've always done the choosing. So thank you, but we're both better off just...not going there." Laura was a breast girl, too. They were her favorite asset. Fuck my life, she thought once again. Her teeth clenched. "I want a clove," she said, knowing that there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that she was getting one now.

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