“What are you talking about? Resting place?”
Jace wasn’t sure what to answer her so he rubbed the back of his head and looked away, peering at her apologetically after a moment. ’She doesn’t know what she is..’ he thought, feeling a twinge of pity for the girl. He was still creeped out by the whole thing, but somehow seeing her look confused at his reference to her ghostly nature made her seem less frightening and more tragic. He regretted shouting that she wasn’t real...
He didn’t have to explain it to her though. He could see the realization dawning on her face and it was heartbreaking. She seemed to be remembering something painful, from the look on her face. Her eyes were distant and began to well with tears.
“I-I’m dead.”
Jace looked away awkwardly, seeing the emotion in her expression. “S-Sorry.” It must have been a horrible thing to realize. He couldn’t imagine it. He had never been good at consoling people and this was way out of his depth. He was about to attempt to console her again when she cried out suddenly,
“I was murdered!”
He stared at her in shock, then glanced down at awful bruises around her neck. He swallowed unconsciously. “Murdered,” he whispered and it wasn’t really a question but a conformation. It was just like the stories people told about this place, about the girl who was supposed to have died here. It was her alright, come back from the dead. He should have felt frightened but it was hard to feel anything but remorse for her as she began to sob uncontrollably. After a moment of watching silently, Jace sat down on the floor across from her and let her cry without interrupting. ’I wish I could say something to make her feel better..’ he thought miserably. He wondered if she remembered the details of her death, but knew this wasn’t the appropriate time to ask. Suddenly he frowned. All the stories about this girl involved her killing herself. No one ever talked about it being a murder…
It was just as this thought crossed his mind that the girl began to calm down, her sobs becoming softer and more sniffly. Jace shook his head slightly as she apologized.
“It’s ok. You don't have to be sorry for anything.”
“I don’t know how. . . I’m alive again. But I didn’t put this thing on us. . . and I don’t know how to get it off.”
At this point he had figured that if she hadn’t even known she was a ghost, she probably didn’t have any answers concerning the chain. Jace tugged at it idly. “Maybe it will disappear when we leave the house,” he suggested, though he sounded doubtful. He didn’t mention wondering if she too would disappear on the threshold, or at least be unable to leave. Perhaps he could leave both she and the chain behind simply by stepping off the property.
He watched as she got to her feet and agreed to go with him. “Alright, follow me.” He stood up as well and gave her a nod as she introduced herself. “I’m Jace.” Lilika. Just like the name on the photo. If he needed any more proof, that was it. This girl was Lilika’s ghost and somehow he was unlucky enough to be haunted by her. He never should have wandered away from his friends, or even come back to the house at all.
“Come on, this way.” Just like before, he knew exactly where to go, as if the house were familiar to him. He led them down to the cellar door where he and his friends had entered and soon they were out of the house. Jace let out a sigh of relief. He was still chained to the girl but he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders just by being out in the fresh air again. It was still dark outside but he could see a faint glow between the trees as the early morning sun began to rise.
“We better get going,” he said, heading quickly toward the gap at the fence. He was quite a bit taller than the girl and walked at a faster pace. The chain became taught between them as he hurried off and he adjusted his stride so she could keep up with him.
Once they had left the property, the chain sill solid around their wrists, Jace glanced at her and said quietly, “Listen, I’m sure how to say this but… Well, your death is kind of common knowledge for everyone in the town, especially the older generations. Everyone jokes about..uh, I mean, they mention your ghost supposedly haunting the house. The thing is, nobody talks about it being a murder. Everyone says..” he looked away. “They say it was suicide. Even the newspaper called it a suicide I think. I’ve never seen the article or anything, but I’m sure they have a copy in the library.” They were almost out of the woods now. Pretty soon they’d be approaching his backyard. “Are you sure you were murdered? I mean, you didn’t even know you were dead…”
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Nice post! I'm glad we're getting into this again. I'm about to go work on your reply right now.
Posted! Sorry for the delay, I got caught up in 4th of July/holiday weekend stuff x/
“We’ve got a new assignment for you.”
“Give me one second…”
“…Time is of the essence on this one.”
“I can’t aim with your voice buzzing in my ear.”
Click
“Ok, got him. You may speak.”
“…Excellent shot, Malone, I really didn’t think you’d hit him from that distance.”
“Time is of the essence?”
“Right. Listen up…”
Eryn Malone carefully placed her sniper rifle back in its case as she listened to her superior give her the details of her next assignment. His voice was clear and close through the earpiece as if he were standing right next to her.
“Your next target is another “keeper of the peace.” She works for a different private security company and has orders to assassinate our client. Our client, understandably, wants her out of the picture.”
“What do we know about her?”
“Not much, other than she must be highly trained to be going after such a large target. We have a visual, but it’s poor quality. Check your phone.”
Eryn glanced down at the device to see it light up with a new message. She opened and squinted at the blurry image. “You call this a visual?”
“I told you it was poor quality. Taken from a home security camera. You’ll just have to manage. Delete it as soon as you’ve got it memorized.”
The agent sighed and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “Already done. What’s the address?” she asked lazily, picking up the rifle case and heading downstairs to catch a cab.
“Listen Malone, I know you’re the best of the best but don’t take this new assignment too lightly. She’s not a sitting duck like the targets you’re used to. We may have actually found a match for you.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Give me the address.”
Within a few hours, Eryn was lounging at a hotel bar downtown, idly sipping her drink. She was dressed to kill – both in the literal and metaphorical sense. A black, form-fitting dress hugged her curves and came up high on her thighs, but still managed to conceal several blades and throwing knives. Her heels were dangerous too, each containing blades that she could release with just a tap of her foot. Her hair, which was normally pulled back into ponytail, fell down onto her shoulders in a cascade of auburn curls. She’d already turned down a few men and a woman who had been brave enough to offer her a drink. She’d been tempted by the last one, but she was here on business after all… Still, she couldn’t help but make eyes at a pretty blonde at the opposite end of the bar.
The hotel itself was very upscale. Eryn had been surprised when her boss gave her the address. Even the taxi driver had given her a double take, as if trying to recognize her as some celebrity or athlete or big name politician. Those were the kind of people that stayed at the Palazzo Hotel, with its high-rise towers and gold-plated décor. Whoever was paying her target to stay here was wealthy indeed.
Eryn glanced at the time on her phone and then back at the hotel’s entrance. It was almost 10 o’clock pm, and she had yet to see anyone who remotely resembled the blurry picture of the young woman her boss had sent her. She ordered another drink and continued to sit patiently among the crowd of glamorous suits and gowns. Perhaps she had already missed the target and would have to come back to the bar tomorrow night. She glanced at the blonde again who winked at her. It wouldn’t be such a terrible thing to spend an extra night… Better give it just a little while longer,[i] she thought to herself smirking flirtatiously at the other woman. [i]”She could walk through that hotel lobby at any moment. Maybe even stop for a drink.” Whether she showed up tonight or not, it was probably better not to get distracted in the mean time. Better to stay focused. Time was of the essence on this one, after all.
“Give me one second…”
“…Time is of the essence on this one.”
“I can’t aim with your voice buzzing in my ear.”
Click
“Ok, got him. You may speak.”
“…Excellent shot, Malone, I really didn’t think you’d hit him from that distance.”
“Time is of the essence?”
“Right. Listen up…”
Eryn Malone carefully placed her sniper rifle back in its case as she listened to her superior give her the details of her next assignment. His voice was clear and close through the earpiece as if he were standing right next to her.
“Your next target is another “keeper of the peace.” She works for a different private security company and has orders to assassinate our client. Our client, understandably, wants her out of the picture.”
“What do we know about her?”
“Not much, other than she must be highly trained to be going after such a large target. We have a visual, but it’s poor quality. Check your phone.”
Eryn glanced down at the device to see it light up with a new message. She opened and squinted at the blurry image. “You call this a visual?”
“I told you it was poor quality. Taken from a home security camera. You’ll just have to manage. Delete it as soon as you’ve got it memorized.”
The agent sighed and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “Already done. What’s the address?” she asked lazily, picking up the rifle case and heading downstairs to catch a cab.
“Listen Malone, I know you’re the best of the best but don’t take this new assignment too lightly. She’s not a sitting duck like the targets you’re used to. We may have actually found a match for you.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Give me the address.”
Within a few hours, Eryn was lounging at a hotel bar downtown, idly sipping her drink. She was dressed to kill – both in the literal and metaphorical sense. A black, form-fitting dress hugged her curves and came up high on her thighs, but still managed to conceal several blades and throwing knives. Her heels were dangerous too, each containing blades that she could release with just a tap of her foot. Her hair, which was normally pulled back into ponytail, fell down onto her shoulders in a cascade of auburn curls. She’d already turned down a few men and a woman who had been brave enough to offer her a drink. She’d been tempted by the last one, but she was here on business after all… Still, she couldn’t help but make eyes at a pretty blonde at the opposite end of the bar.
The hotel itself was very upscale. Eryn had been surprised when her boss gave her the address. Even the taxi driver had given her a double take, as if trying to recognize her as some celebrity or athlete or big name politician. Those were the kind of people that stayed at the Palazzo Hotel, with its high-rise towers and gold-plated décor. Whoever was paying her target to stay here was wealthy indeed.
Eryn glanced at the time on her phone and then back at the hotel’s entrance. It was almost 10 o’clock pm, and she had yet to see anyone who remotely resembled the blurry picture of the young woman her boss had sent her. She ordered another drink and continued to sit patiently among the crowd of glamorous suits and gowns. Perhaps she had already missed the target and would have to come back to the bar tomorrow night. She glanced at the blonde again who winked at her. It wouldn’t be such a terrible thing to spend an extra night… Better give it just a little while longer,[i] she thought to herself smirking flirtatiously at the other woman. [i]”She could walk through that hotel lobby at any moment. Maybe even stop for a drink.” Whether she showed up tonight or not, it was probably better not to get distracted in the mean time. Better to stay focused. Time was of the essence on this one, after all.
Name: Eryn Malone
Age: 26
Poor Lenora, her reactions are just too precious for Evelyn to resist teasing her >xD
Ok, thanks! You know what, we should set up a Google Doc to work on it - we can IM each other there and also proofread each other's writing. That way we can also work on it individually when we have time and then the other person can see what we've written at any time. I don't know why I'm explaining it, you've probably used it before lol xD I use Google Docs all the time for group projects.
Edit: Also, Lenora wants to give Evelyn a lesson, huh? Kinky xD
Ok, thanks! You know what, we should set up a Google Doc to work on it - we can IM each other there and also proofread each other's writing. That way we can also work on it individually when we have time and then the other person can see what we've written at any time. I don't know why I'm explaining it, you've probably used it before lol xD I use Google Docs all the time for group projects.
Edit: Also, Lenora wants to give Evelyn a lesson, huh? Kinky xD
Evelyn had difficulty suppressing her grin as Lenora swore and leapt out of the bed. It wasn’t a malicious grin – much more childlike, as if she knew she had done something she shouldn’t have but was getting away with it anyway. She bit her lip and sat up, watching Lenora tug her boots on, her eyes no longer sleepy but bright with mischief.
"There is a polite way to wake people up, you know."
“You can tell me all about it after you bring me my breakfast,” Evelyn cooed sweetly, leaning against the cushioned headboard. She quirked an eyebrow as Lenora stomped out of the room without even curtsying. How fun it is to get under her skin, she thought gleefully. She wondered just how far she could push her until she snapped…
Evelyn was still lounging in her enormous bed when Lenora reappeared with her breakfast tray. She smiled at her and motioned for her to put it on the bedside table. The young mistress sighed at her maid’s curt tone, pretending to look hurt.
“For goodness sake, are you still upset about that?” she asked, as if it were already tiresome. “Come here.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress. “Sit down.” Evelyn reached for a piece of buttered toast and a knife. She dipped the blade into the small jar of jelly and spread it slowly over the surface of the bread. “You’re hungry too aren’t you? Here, have a bite.” She held it out like a peace offering. “Feel better?”
“I should punish you for forgetting to curtsy again. Twice,” she told her, though her tone was light and she was giving her a rather coy smile. “But I’m in a good mood.” She picked up a few grapes and pressed them past her lips one by one. “In a good mood and desiring a morning bath. Go back down to the kitchen and tell them to boil some water. You can bring the buckets up to the tub in the bathroom.” She picked up the butter knife she had used earlier and licked it clean. “It’s a fairly large tub. Twenty buckets or so should fill it. You’d better get to it.”
"There is a polite way to wake people up, you know."
“You can tell me all about it after you bring me my breakfast,” Evelyn cooed sweetly, leaning against the cushioned headboard. She quirked an eyebrow as Lenora stomped out of the room without even curtsying. How fun it is to get under her skin, she thought gleefully. She wondered just how far she could push her until she snapped…
Evelyn was still lounging in her enormous bed when Lenora reappeared with her breakfast tray. She smiled at her and motioned for her to put it on the bedside table. The young mistress sighed at her maid’s curt tone, pretending to look hurt.
“For goodness sake, are you still upset about that?” she asked, as if it were already tiresome. “Come here.” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress. “Sit down.” Evelyn reached for a piece of buttered toast and a knife. She dipped the blade into the small jar of jelly and spread it slowly over the surface of the bread. “You’re hungry too aren’t you? Here, have a bite.” She held it out like a peace offering. “Feel better?”
“I should punish you for forgetting to curtsy again. Twice,” she told her, though her tone was light and she was giving her a rather coy smile. “But I’m in a good mood.” She picked up a few grapes and pressed them past her lips one by one. “In a good mood and desiring a morning bath. Go back down to the kitchen and tell them to boil some water. You can bring the buckets up to the tub in the bathroom.” She picked up the butter knife she had used earlier and licked it clean. “It’s a fairly large tub. Twenty buckets or so should fill it. You’d better get to it.”
Haha yay! xD This will be roleplaying and getting paid for it $$$. We need to brainstorm some possible story lines.
Yeah, she accidentally let herself get a little too affectionate, but now its back to business >D
Yeah, she accidentally let herself get a little too affectionate, but now its back to business >D
Evelyn had given Lenora a drowsy warning about kicking in her sleep, but in fact she was the one who tended to shift around at night. By the time the sun rose the next morning, she had slung one leg over Lenora’s waist and draped an arm over the top of her chest as if she were cuddling up to an enormous pillow. Her face was pressed into her maid’s shoulder and she nuzzled into her unconsciously as she gradually began to wake up.
“Mm.. hungry..” she mumbled. A ray of light peeked through one of the large window curtains and fell across the bed. She blinked at the brightness and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again, she became aware of the girl lying next to her. She had quite forgotten last night until that moment. A slow smirk broke over her face as she recalled the way Lenora had stiffly climbed into her bed at her request. She had been so delightfully obedient last night.
With her arm and leg still wrapped around her, Evelyn studied the girl’s features in the soft, morning glow. She thought Lenora must have still been asleep but she wasn’t entirely sure. The mistress secretly marveled at how pretty she was and couldn’t help but feel a little possessive. She reached up to stroke the hair around her face and then tucked it carefully behind her ear. Last night she had dreamt that Lenora had made a similar gesture and had whispered sweet words to her. She knew it had to have been a dream – she had been too demanding and spoiled to have earned anything but contempt from the girl. She was surprised that she could admit this to herself; she had never felt guilty about it before. Why should I? I’m the mistress. She’s my servant. Evelyn pursed her lips in irritation. She didn’t like feeling guilty. It made her restless. She stared down at Lenora’s peaceful face for a moment and then poked her cheek with her finger non-too gently.
“Wake up,” she hissed softly in her ear. “I’ll not have my maid sleeping in.” Her lips were closed to Lenora’s ear as she spoke. She let them brush her skin as she whispered, “Go down to the kitchen and fetch my breakfast.”
“Mm.. hungry..” she mumbled. A ray of light peeked through one of the large window curtains and fell across the bed. She blinked at the brightness and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again, she became aware of the girl lying next to her. She had quite forgotten last night until that moment. A slow smirk broke over her face as she recalled the way Lenora had stiffly climbed into her bed at her request. She had been so delightfully obedient last night.
With her arm and leg still wrapped around her, Evelyn studied the girl’s features in the soft, morning glow. She thought Lenora must have still been asleep but she wasn’t entirely sure. The mistress secretly marveled at how pretty she was and couldn’t help but feel a little possessive. She reached up to stroke the hair around her face and then tucked it carefully behind her ear. Last night she had dreamt that Lenora had made a similar gesture and had whispered sweet words to her. She knew it had to have been a dream – she had been too demanding and spoiled to have earned anything but contempt from the girl. She was surprised that she could admit this to herself; she had never felt guilty about it before. Why should I? I’m the mistress. She’s my servant. Evelyn pursed her lips in irritation. She didn’t like feeling guilty. It made her restless. She stared down at Lenora’s peaceful face for a moment and then poked her cheek with her finger non-too gently.
“Wake up,” she hissed softly in her ear. “I’ll not have my maid sleeping in.” Her lips were closed to Lenora’s ear as she spoke. She let them brush her skin as she whispered, “Go down to the kitchen and fetch my breakfast.”
Evelyn has a hard time admitting these things too x) Much too proud.
Dude, let's go for it. We can write something at least as good as those other lesbian shorts, if not better!
Sorry it's taking me so long to post! I've been working at night and got a little behind on my other rp's and had to play catch up. But yours is coming right up ;)
Dude, let's go for it. We can write something at least as good as those other lesbian shorts, if not better!
Sorry it's taking me so long to post! I've been working at night and got a little behind on my other rp's and had to play catch up. But yours is coming right up ;)
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