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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:16:21 GMT -5
Clara was curled up under her quilt, nearly asleep. Outside, she could hear distant voices and footsteps. She breathed softly, her mind floating in limbo between dream and reality.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:21:53 GMT -5
*John walked through the wall (he was getting pretty good at that,) into Hallie's house. The inn was empty and he had nothing better to do- He wanted to see his daughter. He appeared in her bedroom with a ghostly sigh.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:25:17 GMT -5
Clara stirred a little. Her room was suddenly very cold, and she had sworn she'd heard someone sighing. She looked around and suddenly saw a human-shaped shadow standing over her bed. She gasped and threw her blanket over her head. She clung to them tightly incase the shadow tried to pull them off of her.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:27:02 GMT -5
Can.. can she see me?
"Clara?"
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:27:50 GMT -5
She squeaked. "H-how do you know my name?" she asked in a shaky, high-pitched voice.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:33:25 GMT -5
"Clara... It's me. I'm your father," *he said, taking a step closer. He'd forgotten about his bloodsoaked shirt and gaping bullet wound to the chest.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:36:49 GMT -5
Clara peaked out from under the covers and turned on the light. The man before her looked exactly like the photographs she had seen, except for the fact that he was transparent. However, all she could do was gape at the gruesome hole in his chest. She trembled fearfully, unable to scream.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:39:30 GMT -5
*He knelt to the ground, so as to be at eye level with her.* "Clara, it's me."
*He glanced down, remembering the wound to his chest.*
"That's nothing, just a... side effect of being a ghost."
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:42:03 GMT -5
She looked into his eyes now. He looked sad, pleading. It almost made her want to cry. Instead, however, her face lit up. "Daddy!" shrieked Clara. She tried to throw her arms around him, but she passed right through him. She paused a moment and then settled on hugging the area around him.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:44:45 GMT -5
*John smiled sadly and did the same.*
"How is it that you can see me?"
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:46:57 GMT -5
She laughed. "Well, I was taking a walk, and then I saw this really cool fruit stand that had really yummy strawberries. It turned out to be owned by this lady with magical powers (she called herself The Witch, but she's too pretty to be one), and we agreed that if I worked in her garden she'd help me talk to you," she explained in one breath.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Aug 7, 2007 1:51:14 GMT -5
*John nodded, taking... most of it in.*
"Making a deal with a witch? That sounds like something out of a fairy tale," *he said in wonder.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 1:55:55 GMT -5
She smiled. "It's just like one. Unless this is a dream. Could you pinch me, please...? Oh, wait, nevermind. I'll do it myself." She pinched herself to find that she could feel the pain of it. Clara grinned up at her father. "It's not a dream, Daddy! It is like a fairytale!" Her face became more solemn and inquisitive. "Do you think it'll have a happy ending?"
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Post by Renn on Aug 7, 2007 11:05:37 GMT -5
**BOOTH**
"Most fairy tales do, and with a princess like you as the hero, I'm sure it will."
Booth from several years ago: "Sentimental bastard. You disgust me." *goes off to another one of his whores.*
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Post by Clara on Aug 7, 2007 11:08:29 GMT -5
((You know it! XD))
She giggled. "D'you think I'll meet a prince? I hope he's good prince, not like Cinderella's. He's a cheating A-hole."
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