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[smolderingchild]

[Pissy Violet right here taking a drag off a cigarette. Not amused :|]

Right. So, you picked me, why? We have like nothing in common. I'm a ghost and you like garbage for music.

I'm not impressed mun. You'll have to convince me you're ready for me before I agree to go anywhere.

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[queenofheart]

A ghost?

But I can see you!

[smolderingchild]

Ghosts can choose to be unseen. I'm lazy, sue me.

[queenofheart]

[ but she is not from those times! ]

Do what to you?

[smolderingchild]

[What does this girl not speak English?]

Uh... right. Never mind.

[goddamned]

[ Garbage is a band that's not half bad but she's not talking about them. She likes things like Morrissey and songs about death and being angry. Misanthropic views not unlike his own. He's leaning somewhere into a wall behind her. ]

I figured you would be dying to get out of that house. [ Get it? Dying. He's so clever. ]

[smolderingchild]

[Yes, Morrisey is pissy and she loves it. You've heard her say so enough times, of course.]

Har har. Dying? Really? Of all the jokes. [She still thinks it's funny, a smile creeping its way into her features.]

[goddamned]

[ He returns the smile, a sly little thing creeping up the corners of his lips. Sloppy and uneven, darker than it has any right to be. He tames it when he glances away and back again. ] You don't need to have anything in common to take a walk on the wild side, Violet.

[ There's just that something about the Harmons, isn't there? About her. ] Not if you want to take the risk.

[smolderingchild]

[She loves that about him, that air of something dark hanging over him. She has a little darkness herself but his... it felt different. She never could put her finger on it, even knowing what he was - what they both were now.]

I don't think there's much of a wild side in this one. [She's talking about her Mun of course. She's still not sure about you, Mun...] A little risk could be healthy.

[She's just going to link her fingers in his, a small gesture.]

[goddamned]

[ His darkness is all encompassing, and part of him wants to escape it, for her. To be better for her, for the love he has. And there's another part buried away that says Dr. Harmon is right and he won't change, that he's incapable. Maybe if he's being honest, the real side of him doesn't actually want to. ]

I meant getting out, seeing new sights. If that's what you want.. [ He eyes their linked hands, gives pause, then raises his attention back to her. ] Then you should go after it.

[smolderingchild]

Maybe... it wouldn't be so boring. [She shrugs a bit, not committing to anything outright. But then... there's her parents... and him.] You got any outside venturing planned, yourself?

[goddamned]

[ The last thing he wants is for Violet to leave him and find out there's a whole big world out there, better than he is, with other guys. But since he has all the time in the world, he can wait. ] One night off the leash a year doesn't give me a very long list.

[ Which isn't to say he doesn't have a place in mind or at least that his Mun doesn't. ] You won't want to hear it.

[smolderingchild]

Oh? Try me [She's not scared of anything! :| Usually.]

[goddamned]

Alright. [ He gives her his best impassive face, because there is no way to cushion the blow of the words. ] I'm on the highway to hell, or something like it.

[smolderingchild]

[Okay... and that's supposed to intimidate her?] You mean like the fire and pitch forks kind? Now that would be a change of scenery.

[goddamned]

[ Calling him the darkness, Vi? That doesn't make him want to share everything with you so freely anymore. Fool him twice, shame on him. ] Sort of. Only I hear it's empty. It's supposed to be some warped kind of paradise and it grows, the longer you're there.

[ Tate won't say how, that in theory it's the sins of the people that make the city. ]

[smolderingchild]

[Ouch, Tate. That would almost hurt if it weren't true...:|]

[She pulls her hand from his, tucking hair behind her ear.]

Paradise might not be so bad. Beats the alternative.

[goddamned]

[ She's human. She's almost a normal girl. She might be afraid of his world but she's also courageous. She faces her fears eventually, regardless of the urge to run away. Catching how she dislodges, he crosses one arm over his chest, plays with the long sleeve on his opposing arm. ] It's what you really deserve. Something beautiful. Free of the rust and the rotting.

[ The G-rated version of his shit and piss and vomit of this world speech. What? She's a lady, can you blame a guy? ]

[inquisitive_nature]

[Oh fuck oh fuck ghosts really? Turn Undead All up in this bitch.]

[smolderingchild]

[...Really?]

[smolderingchild]

[Human or no, she could probably take his speech better than her dad did. A little shit and piss in the world never intimidated her and he certainly never did, except maybe on the one occasion where he scared the shit out of her friend before they were friends.

As tempting as paradise was...]

What, and leave everyone in that shitty house?

[She wanted to say you but that was selfish. He was the darkness, she knew that, and some part of her had wished she could save him after seeing that with her own eyes. As much as she liked her darkness, his was an endless ocean of it.]

[goddamned]

Yes. [ Comes his exceedingly simple yet thoughtless answer. He says it unblinking. He remembers trying to beg her to stay with him, trying to create some half-cocked plan about a double suicide. She ran screaming from him. None of them can leave the property, before now.. that'd been empowering. His invincibility and reconfirmation that he'd always have Violet, no matter how she felt about him. ] You think if I was the team captain and had a choice in who goes and who stays, I wouldn't try to get your family out? One big Fuck You to that house and everything it stands for.

But I don't. We're here. We should take the opportunity.

[smolderingchild]

[She ponders his words, seething a bit at the callousness of them. He was right, they weren't here and she might as well suck it up and adapt. She was here. With Tate. Considering she'd told him to go away, this was awkward. She crosses her arms, sizing him up a bit.]

Point taken.

[inquisitive_nature]

[He sees your judging, ghost. He sees it, even as he holds up his holy symbol.]

Undead and I ... aren't on the best of terms. [Talking is a free action.]

[goddamned]

I'll get out of your way now. I just wanted to help you. [ He knows that determined and dismissive look of hers, regrettably too well. So he turns to leave, following her wishes. ]

[smolderingchild]

[Right... she's just going to roll her eyes here....]

You realize... that crap doesn't work? Banishing ghosts or whatever. I would know I've tried it. [The gay guy in her house laughed at her too. :|]