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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 17:47:04 GMT -5
Hallie cut a piece off of the baguette she had bought at the market that morning, Opening it up like an oyster shell, she began to put various vegetables, condiments, and other fun things into it, humming showtunes and dancing all the while.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 17:52:30 GMT -5
*John was a ghost. The problem was, he didn't know he was a ghost. He watched her, smiling fondly, but wondering vaguely why she hadn't said hello*
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 17:57:18 GMT -5
Hallie, not being able to see ghosts, didn't notice John. However, she did notice that it was suddenly very cold. She went over to the closet to get a sweatshirt, singing, "Tits and ass! Bought myself a fancy pair! Tightened up the derriere! Did the nose with it—all that goes with it! Tits, and ass! Had the bingo-bongoes done! Suddenly I'm getting nash'nal tours! Tits and ass won't get you jobs unless they're yours..."
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 18:00:29 GMT -5
*John laughed at Hallie's choice of song.*
"You're so crazy, darlin'."
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 18:02:30 GMT -5
Suddenly, she clutched at her stomach, which had gotten considerably large. "Ouch! Now, now, my little Confederate Antichrist, what have we said about using Mommy's kidneys as punching bags?" she scolded affectionately, unaware that this would probably cause the ghost of her dead boyfriend to have a heart attack, if that was possible.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 18:07:38 GMT -5
*John blinked.*
"Don't you think that is hardly an appropriate nickname for our child?"
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 18:09:21 GMT -5
Child: YOU'RE my daddy? Ew, no wonder she calls me an Antichrist!
Hallie walked back to the kitchen and picked up her sandwich, the ring she had found in John's drawer twinkling conspicuously on her finger.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 18:18:27 GMT -5
*John was now very confused as to why she was ignoring him.*
"Have I done something wrong, darling?"
*He reached for her hand, and smiled seeing the ring, but his hand passed right through hers.*
What on earth?
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 18:20:59 GMT -5
Hallie's hand suddenly burned as if it had just been stuck into a pile of snow. "Okay, that was a little freaky." Her mind wandered to some of the supernatural reality shows she'd seen—the reports of lowered temperature, strange occurances. The baby was acting up inside of her, and she suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. She gulped and continued to eat her sandwich.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 18:25:32 GMT -5
"'Freaky?' I could say so!" *he said, indignantly.* "Hallie?"
*She couldn't see or hear him. He couldn't touch her. He vaguely remembered something about a man with a gun in the alley... Was he dead?*
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 18:29:52 GMT -5
Hallie finished her sandwich and went to get some Oreos, muttering things like, "Ghosts don't exist. Don't be ridiculous! Besides, what dead person could you have offended? Er, besides Abe Lincoln. Or John. Or General McClellan. Or Hitler. Crap." She turned and addressed a random part of the room, which happened to be where John was standing. "Okay, if there is a ghost in here, please don't hurt me."
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Jul 9, 2007 22:52:47 GMT -5
*John took a step toward her.*
"I would never hurt you..."
A ghost. I am dead. No one can see or hear me.
*He would need a while to digest this information.*
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Post by Hallie on Jul 9, 2007 23:09:43 GMT -5
Out of nowhere, Hallie began to laugh. "Oh, wow, am I being ridiculous. Ghosts. Pft!" She looked down at her stomach. "Come, on, sweetheart, let's go for a walk."
Heading towards the door, she walked right through John, which made both of them very uncomfortable.
"On second thought, perhaps a very long hike."
With that, she sprinted out the door.
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