"I myself am strange and unusual."
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				Title: <strong>"I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>19-12-2007, 23:53:59</strong>
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				The town of Winter River, Connecticut had seen it's fair share of hauntings over the years.&nbsp; Most went by unnoticed; the community too wrapped up in it's own everyday nonsense to be aware of anything supernatural.&nbsp; There was the issue of the Deetz's hauntings, but most that attended the dinner party that fateful evening had chosen firmly to believe it was some hoax or practical joke.<br><br>The years had passed companionably between the Deetz's and Maitlands without any more talk of exorcisms or frightened guests.&nbsp; Eventually Delia and Charles had returned to the lives they'd tried to leave behind in the city, outgrowing the sleepy Winter River when one of Delia's sculptures caught the eye of a private collector.&nbsp; <br><br>Lydia had opted to stay behind.&nbsp; Grown now, but finding comfort in having her ghostly friends still nearby she tried to attend a local community college with some degree of regularity.&nbsp; Her clothing still tended toward the mildly gothic, but she'd outgrown the need to wear funeral lace on a day to day basis.&nbsp; She spent her days working on restoring the old farmhouse to something less like modern art, and wandering the town in search of subjects to photograph.&nbsp; <br><br>It was on such an outing that she started to become aware that something was not quite right in Winter River.&nbsp; She'd been staring up at the sky in search of the birds that should be migrating this time of year, when she realised that the clouds were moving overhead without any wind.&nbsp; That, in fact, the whole town seemed stuffy and slow.&nbsp; She began to watch the people, usually so friendly, suddenly turned hermits, all closed in on themselves as if they too senses something was amiss.&nbsp; There was no sound of birds chirping or warmth of the sun on her skin.&nbsp; The light seemed grainy even when the clouds had passed overhead and should not have been filtering it.<br><br>She went to Barbara and Adam with her concerns, but there was little they could do.&nbsp; They were trapped in the house, and could not feel what was outside...and whatever was there was skirting the house completely. <br><br>Things got worse.&nbsp; The days seemed shorter and grainier, the nights longer and more oppressive.&nbsp; The sense of foreboding grew stronger.&nbsp; Every time she left the house Lydia was sure she was being watched.&nbsp; It felt as though things were swelling toward a cataclysmic end.&nbsp; She could feel the sand running quickly through her fingers, as time ran out.<br><br>There was no way to make the Maitlands understand what she had to do.&nbsp; They cared about her too much to let her make a deal with the devil, so to speak.&nbsp; And they couldn't' feel the danger swiftly approaching, they wouldn't understand that it had to be done.&nbsp; A wry smile graced her lips as she stood alone in the forested area back behind her home, somehow she'd always known it would come to this.&nbsp; A promise given, a promise kept.<br><br>"Betelgeuse.&nbsp; Betelgeuse.&nbsp; Betelgeuse."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:03:22</strong>
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				A small wind stirs, kicking up leaves to dance around Lydia's feet. The branches on the nearby trees start moving, not in the wind, but on their own. They start to form a thick canopy above and around the small glen.<br><br>The leaves start dancing more and more, swirling around Lydia and encasing her in a loose cocoon of brown. As the leaves swirled faster, the trees grew faces and started moaning a morbid hymn (remenisant of something Danny Elfman might compose). At the crescendo, the leaves fly outward, forming into a rough humanoid shape in front of the strange girl for a moment, before falling into a pile.<br><br>Silence.<br><br>Then, a small yet familiar voice&nbsp; calls from the pile. "Uh, a little help here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:11:24</strong>
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				Lydia held her breath in anticipation, her head thrown back as she was tunneled inside the leaves and when it was over she couldn't help but smirk at his request.&nbsp; She leaned over to brush aside the dead foliage in search of him, wondering if he'd remember or recognize her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello...uh...Bee...j?" She corrected before she accidentally sent him back.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:24:32</strong>
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				And there he is, stuck in the ground up to his chest. "Ah, ah, don't... Oh, so you've done this before." He places his hands on the ground, straining to get out.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>He tried again. Nothing.<br><br>The Ghost With The Most<sup>TM</sup> rolls his eyes, and mutters something about grand entrances, before trying one last time.<br><br>He slides from the ground with an audible pop, cackling madly. The trees pick up their mournful dirge again, as the black and white striped ghost flew around the glade, training foliage in his wake. He lands, and swaggers towards Lydia.<br><br>"So, you decided to go with my services. Good choice. I..." At this point, he gets a good look at Lydia.<br><br>"Helooooooo nurse!"<br><br>In an instant, he's by her side, arm around her shoulder. "So, what's say you and I forget all about this petty little thing you summoned me to do, head off towards the Caribbean, and... hey, wait a moment. Don't I know you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:38:04</strong>
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				Lydia had to suppress a snicker at the swirling antics, crossing thin pale arms over her chest.&nbsp; She didn't say anything through his tirade but raised a brow when he finally recognized he might know her.<br><br>"I think I'm offended.&nbsp; How many girls have you been engaged to anyway?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:45:02</strong>
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				"Well, let's see. There was.... aw, wait. This is a trick question, isn't it?" He takes a few steps away, spinning to point at her, mouth open to say something.<br><br>And pauses for a beat.<br><br>"Waitamoment... didn't you run out on me last time we tried this?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 00:49:49</strong>
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				"Technically, I was fifteen and a sandworm ate you," She shrugged.&nbsp; She knew this was a serious situation but she couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgic pleasure at seeing him again.&nbsp; What had he done that had been truly that bad?&nbsp; He'd kept his end of the deal, scared her parents which was always a plus...
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 01:00:34</strong>
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				"That's right! Took me months just to get that smell out. Well, good to see you...<br><br>"Wait, you said 15?"<br><br>He looks about furtively, and slides back to Lydia's side. "Listen, don't let any of that get out, will ya? I mean, I've got a rep to uphold, and if it gets out that I was courting an underage girl..."<br><br>The next moment, he's sitting on a throne of branches in front of Lydia. "But enough about me, us, and that sand worm. You obviously wanted something from me, that you said the magic word, three times. So...<br><br>"What can I do to-er, for ya?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 01:10:37</strong>
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				The eye roll that followed couldn't' be kept in check.&nbsp; She gave him a small sardonic smile.<br><br>"I need your help.&nbsp; There's something..." She glanced over her shoulder toward the town in the distance as though it might hear her, "Wrong here...really wrong.&nbsp; Your kind of wrong."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>20-12-2007, 01:36:19</strong>
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				"Hey! I resemble that remark." Hands on his hips, BJ sniffs around. "You know, now that you mention it... no wait, that's me."<br><br>He pulls out a can of raid, and sprays it under first one arm, then the other.<br><br>"All right, then. You somehow weaseled out of the deal last time, and the Head Honcho told me that, despite the deal not being completed to, y'know, MY satisfaction, that it was, indeed, complete. And well, when your BOSS tells you to drop it, what can ya do, eh? And, well, I still have this thing that... I need to get married. Still, not my rules.<br><br>"Now, I can head out and take a little looksie at this thing in town, but the price is the same. And this time, I'm going to have to insist upon payment up front."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 01:43:24</strong>
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				She'd expected as much.&nbsp; Deep down...well she'd always know, hadn't she?&nbsp; That it would come to this.&nbsp; That they were bound in some sense, ever since she'd agreed to his terms before.&nbsp; Maybe before that even, her obsession with death and things not of this world would never allow her to grow up and marry someone socially acceptable.&nbsp; No matter how it might disappoint Delia, Lydia was never going to grow out of this phase and become normal.&nbsp; <br><br>That really, his disgusting habits and cruel sense of humor didn't repulse her the way it should have.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded, just once.&nbsp; She'd marry him.&nbsp; There were worse things than being married to a ghost weren't there?&nbsp; At least her life would never be boring.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 02:00:53</strong>
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				"Right." The trees moved and swayed into a makeshift isle way, revealing an alter at the end, and the same priest. Lydia is suddenly dressed in the same red wedding dress she had on several years ago. Even Beejay looks differently, in a tuxedo that actually fits.<br><br>"Hey, if yer gonna do it, might as well do it right."<br><br>He holds out his hand towards Lydia, while the trees moan out a morbid parody of the Wedding March.<br><br>"Shall we?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 02:19:53</strong>
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				Lydia managed an uncomfortable smirk.<br><br>"Red taffeta...my favorite," She muttered dryly, but took his arm, heart hammering in her throat.&nbsp; She glanced up at his face, a million questions running through her mind.&nbsp; Was it a marriage in name only?&nbsp; Would she see him only once every so often when he was hiding from someone else, or did he intend to live with her?&nbsp; Would death really do them part or was she handing over her immortal soul.&nbsp; Did it matter?&nbsp; She was already walking down the aisle, she'd already made up her mind.<br><br>"Yes, let's."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 02:33:46</strong>
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				The ceremony went quickly, as there were no Maitlands running around, trying to return BJ to where he came from.<br><br>"You may now kiss the bride."<br><br>BJ held up one finger. "Just one moment." He ducks off to one side, as several arms appear from his back... one holding a comb, one a mirror, and others generally primping him. the comb, of course, gets stuck in his hair, and one of the hands picking at his teeth pulls his mouth to one side, then slaps him on the cheek. Finally, he sprays some Binaca in his mouth, and returns.<br><br>"All right." He tenderly takes Lydia, and moves in for a standard, chaste kiss, before power-dipping her, and planting a wet, sloppy kiss upon her.
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 02:56:05</strong>
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				Stifling the desire to giggle uncontrollably at his attempt to make himself more presentable, she managed a soft smile.&nbsp; She had laced her fingers and leaned in for the small peck when she found herself bent backwards and nearly engulfed by him.&nbsp; She really should have expected that, and had to admit, his passion could be considered appealing.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 03:06:23</strong>
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				"All right. Now that we have that out of the way, let's go see what's wrong in town." With that, he walks right out of the copse of trees...<br><br>And vanishes. Well, not really vanishes, but is transported elsewhere.<br><br>He lands upon a bed of fine, reddish sand. "Oh, no. Not again."<br><br>Off in the distance, the cry of a sandworm could be heard.
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 03:17:33</strong>
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				Lydia's eyes widen in astonishment when he vanishes, thinking for a moment that he had tricked her somehow.<br><br>"BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE!!!" She demanded, scandalized that he'd take off so quickly.&nbsp; Even if she did likewise during their last ceremony.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 03:32:30</strong>
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				BJ was not summoned to her, as she expected, as soon as the last word was out of her mouth. She was transfered to the Desert of Saturn, next to the Unfriendly Ghost.<br><br>He looked scared. "Lyds!" He sounded scared. then, he composed himself.<br><br>"Um, yeah. Right. Heya Lyds." Another sandworm cry made him jump. He turns to Lydia.<br><br>"I think it might be a good idea to, um, RUN LIKE HELL!"<br><br>He cocks a leg, there's the cartoon WHOOSH!, and a cloud of smoke appears where BJ was, in BJ's shape. After a beat, an arm snakes around Lydia's waist to pull her along also.<br><br>Up ahead, there appears to be a doorway back to the glade where BJ was summoned.
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 03:41:54</strong>
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				"What the Hell...where are...?" She started, frowning when she saw him, "Beej what the Hell?&nbsp; I.." And she suddenly found herself snagged by the waist and dragged forward, her head still craned to see over her shoulder the shape of a diving snakelike beast she recognized.&nbsp; Her eyes popped wider as she realised she must be in Saturn, it was just as Barbara had described it.&nbsp; Legs moving to join his frantic dash for the doorway she found her hand reaching for his.&nbsp; What the hell was happening?&nbsp; Why wasn't he free?
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 03:49:55</strong>
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				Within moments, the duo had dived back into the real world, a sandworm just narrowly missing it's intended meal. After a short moment, where Beej stood leaning against a tree, his hand quite naturally in Lydia's, and catching his breath. which is quite a feat, since he hadn't had breath for quite some time now.<br><br>"And THAT! Is why I hate sandworms!"<br><br>A quick moment of composure, a brief glimpse of the True Him, and it's back to the Ghost With The Most<sup>TM</sup>.<br><br>"Well, this seems to complicate matters. Kinda hard to go investigating when you're transported to Saturn every five minutes."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 04:43:18</strong>
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				"Yeah, why is that?" She demanded, cocking her head as he'd straightened up but losing what she'd thought she saw in a blink, "I thought you were supposed to be free once we were married?!?"<br><br>And then a slow realization drew over her.&nbsp; It wasn't like a government could come in and investigate was it?&nbsp; What if they had to be really married?&nbsp; What if they had to be...physically...married...?
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 05:09:55</strong>
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				"Hey, I don't make the rules. If I had, they'd be a lot more fun. I'm just forced to follow them. And that, is what happens when I try to walk around in the mortal realm.<br><br>"Well, used to. At least, it shouldn't happen like that. I mean, I followed the instructions. I am, after all, married."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 05:12:19</strong>
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				"Yeah..."&nbsp; She rubbed at her face and then glanced up through her fingers at him. "Maybe it...uhm...needs to be finalized....consummated."<br><br>She couldn't believe she'd just suggested that to him.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 05:50:45</strong>
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				"Well, of course it's consummated. There was a priest there, wasn't he?"<br><br>Then, the full implication of 'consummated' occurred to him.<br><br>"Oh, you mean... Um..." he makes a weird gesture with his hands that is not physically possible for mortals. He frowns for a moment, then the bluster is back.<br><br>"Oh, well, of course. I mean, it isn't a proper wedding without the honeymoon, now is it? Whadda ya say we go to your place. I mean, my place is an absolute mess. Pizza boxes everywhere, dirty underwear... y'know, BACHELOR stuff."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 05:58:17</strong>
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				His blustering elicited a scowl from Lydia, who was fidgeting pretty heavily to detract from how lightheaded she felt.&nbsp; Honeymoon?&nbsp; Oh how could she have thought she was ready for this?&nbsp; She wasn't the most social person, it's not as though she'd had a tremendous amount of experience.<br><br>"I suppose..." She accepted slowly, "But Barbara and Adam..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:09:10</strong>
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				"Oh, the Maitlands are still here? Well, don't worry about them. If they want a piece of the Juice, they're going to have to wait. I mean, c'mon, there's only so much of me to go around."<br><br>He moves to the edge of the glade again, looking out.<br><br>"Uh, tell ya what. Go ahead and call for me when you get there. I've got a few things I need to do here. Paperwork and such."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:20:40</strong>
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				"Yeah...Sure," She muttered dryly, trudging through crispy fallen leaves back up toward her home.&nbsp; She tried not to think about it too intently.&nbsp; She was married, legally bindingly netherworlderly married.&nbsp; That was done.&nbsp; This was just the...what?&nbsp; Perks?&nbsp; She tried not to smirk at that, hoping his age would have some benefits to it.<br><br>Letting out a sigh of relief at entering her room, she locked the door, something that wouldn't stop Barbara and Adam if they really wanted in, but that they should probably respect none the less.&nbsp; They knew she needed her privacy.&nbsp; Pausing to take a long hard look at herself in the full length mirror, she tried to be objective.&nbsp; Long black skirt and black sweater.&nbsp; Black hair just past her jaw, she'd only recently cut it.&nbsp; Bangs worn side swept a little more mature.&nbsp; Dark eyes, pale thin features.&nbsp; She wasn't unattractive, she decided, and she was ready for this.&nbsp; <br><br>"Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse," She whispered.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:30:58</strong>
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				Wearing a smoking jacket, Beej appears lying on the bed.<br><br>"You rang?"<br><br>He picks up a rose, placing it in his teeth.<br><br>"Rawr."
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:40:04</strong>
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				She rolled her eyes and scowled at him, wishing there was a little more ambiance in the room.&nbsp; She lit a candle on her desk, but that was all she had.&nbsp; With a sigh she moved over toward the bed slowly.<br><br>"I guess asking you to be serious for a moment would be ridiculous."
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:55:29</strong>
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				"Well, if it's ridiculous..."<br><br>The lights black out for one moment, only to slowly come back on, the glow from a room full of candles. Dark red velvet drapes around the room, across the windows, and around the bed. The bed is dressed in white satin sheets, with rose petals strewn around. A light and pleasant scent hangs in the air, and soft music is playing in the background.<br><br>Suddenly, Beej is behind her, lifting her up into his arms. He's dressed in a white shirt, open to the navel, and black pants. His hair is even combed and behaving itself. He's worked his magic on her as well, putting her in a flowing burgundy gown of crushed velvet.<br><br>As he moves to the bed, he looks into her eyes.<br><br>"Is this better?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 06:59:28</strong>
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				"Ah...yes," Was all she managed to get out, feeling a bit overwhelmed.&nbsp; She felt like she should say something...warn him of her lack of experience.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks Beej..." She glanced up at him feeling a flutter of excitement, "I uhm...I suppose you have a lot of experience at this?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 07:10:29</strong>
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				"Um... no. You?" He waits a moment for her reaction, before smiling broadly.<br><br>"Gotcha. Altho, I have to admit, it's been a while..."<br><br>With that, he gently lays her on the bed, giving her a soft kiss.<br><br>"But, I think I remember what to do..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 07:15:11</strong>
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				She was going to glower at him when he realised she was a virgin, but instead she recieved a soft kiss, and taking the initiative, kissed him back.&nbsp; She was gentle at first but then a lifetime of loneliness at being the outcast surfaced and she was kissing him hungrily.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 07:29:36</strong>
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				He returns her hungry kisses, his hand caressing her cheek. After a moment, he breaks off, and looks her deeply in the eyes.<br><br>"You relax, and enjoy. You're in good hands."<br><br>He leans down, planting soft kisses along the base of her neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 07:32:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a rush of excitement she tossed away her responsibilities.&nbsp; She'd decided to do this and that's all there was to it.&nbsp; His kisses elicit a moan of pleasure, back arching up against him, begging for more.&nbsp; She didn't let herself think on if it would hurt or what the consequences would be.&nbsp; It was Betelgeuse after all, and she'd known all along somehow this was how it would go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>21-12-2007, 19:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His kisses encompass the base of her neck, lingering with a small lick at the hollow of her throat. His hands gently slide off her dress, starting at the shoulders, revealing a black lace strapless bra supporting her firm breasts. Hey, he dressed her with Netherworld magic, he doesn't need to undress her in the typical sense. Still, he is taking his time. He does have a rep to uphold.<br><br>Once the dress is bunched around he waist, leaving her arms free, he starts trailing kisses down her chest, into the hollow of her breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 00:21:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The fear was starting to ebb away somewhat, replaced with heat and desire.&nbsp; Lydia's neck arched and her hands scrambled for his shoulders, feeling his wet mouth on her skin.&nbsp; Pale and inexperienced and trembling, but excited.&nbsp; Standing on the precipice of a dangerous future and feeling the wind rush past her ears as she let him pull her down.<br><br>Small pink nipples firmed under the lace of her bra as her back arched up, pressing into him, some of her inhibitions thrust aside.&nbsp; Her hips had started a very gentle roll of their own accord, nature controlling her body's responses and rapidly switching off her ability to think straight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 00:34:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands slide down her sides, cupping her breasts, while his mouth reaches the hollow between her breasts. There he stops, looking slightly confused.<br><br>In the middle, where the front clasp would be, is a small padlock.<br><br>He sighs, rolling his eyes, and works on the lock with one hand. It won't budge. He gives a slight growl, and tries with both hands.<br><br>He pulls his hands away, the fingers knotted together.<br><br>He looks at Lydia, somewhat pleading. "Uh, you mind..." He takes a quick glance downward. In her view, the lock is gone, a simple front closure clasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 00:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing killed the mood like a ghost tugging at your lingerie to pull a padlock off.&nbsp; Lydia flushed a dark scarlet, and reached up slowly, eyes hidden from view by dark bashful lashes.<br><br>She carefully unsnapped the clasp, fingers trembling as she freed small perky pale breasts that jiggled slightly at the force with which she tugged open the bra.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 00:54:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pulling his hands apart with a snap, Beej smirks. "Sorry 'bout that." With a renewed vigor, he leans down to give Lydia's perk breasts some much needed attention. His tongue circles lazily around her right nipple, while his hand gently rolls and kneads her left.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 01:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As shy and cold as she'd been a moment before, she was on fire now.&nbsp; A soft gasp escaped her lips, as she stared down in awe at what he was doing to her.&nbsp; Her breasts heaved with each shuddering breath, her nipple pressing up toward him invitingly.&nbsp; A shot of fire tugged between the ache between her legs and where he lavished her with his tongue.<br><br>"Betel-..." She mumbled out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 01:27:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as the first syllables were out of her mouth, Beej is up there, pressing his mouth to hers. His hand is still working her breast, and his other hand is supporting him above her. After a moment, he breaks the kiss.<br><br>"Ah, ah, ah. Don't say the 'B' word. Or I won't be able to show you why I'm the Ghost With The Most<sup>TM</sup>."<br><br>A huge grin (which, surprisingly, is free from tooth decay) and he returns his attentions to her breast, while he continues sliding her dress down and off, revealing a set of black silken panties trimmed in black lace. His shirt has vanished by now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 01:56:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face flushed again as she realised her near mistake.&nbsp; Slender fingers tangled in his hair, tugging desperately as her hips lifted toward him, not even able to feel the shame she normally would at being this disrobed in his presence.&nbsp; The self consciousness at being too skinny and too pale were replaced with wanton desire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 02:44:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With somewhat surprisingly soft hands, Beej caresses Lydia's slender curves, and starts working his way down. Soft kisses mark a trail between her breasts and down her stomach, while his hands glide effortlessly over her hips and legs, removing the last bit of silk between her and the ghost.<br><br>In an unexpected twist, from just above her mons, he skips down to her knees, starting on the inside of one, then the other, planting soft kisses and light nibbles, and slowly moving upwards.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 02:54:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The trembling started up again at the realization of where he was eventually headed and how naked she was to him.&nbsp; He felt so good, so right, but she had to squeeze her eyes shut and run her hands up into her own hair to quell the nervous fear threatening to envelop her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 05:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After what seems like an eternity, Beej finally reaches Lydia's soft pedal of womanhood. With one hand on each leg, he gently spreads her apart, while another set of hands softly teases her lips open. He then gives her a quick lick, running up, tasting her juices.<br><br>A brief second later, there are hundreds upon thousands of tongues, each gently licking and probing Lydia's secret garden, gently caressing her clitoris, and tentatively exploring inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 10:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh GOD!&nbsp; Oh...Betel-....god...," She moaned out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, her hips lifting up and all modesty forgotten.&nbsp; Moisture gathered at her lips from the glorious attentions, pressure building within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 11:21:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beej continues his sensuous onslaught, his tongues exploring every inch of her womanhood, inside and out. He knows that there's a pressure building, and he doesn't let up until Lydia explodes with pleasure. After all, this is her first time, and he wants her to enjoy herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 19:09:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her feet pressed flat to the bed, scrambling for purchase on the silken sheets, her back arched, and hands clenched firmly in her own hair as she let out gasping breath after gasping breath on her way toward oblivion.&nbsp; So close, so very very....and then she stopped breathing and let out a mousy squeaking tone.&nbsp; Her inner channels clenched and spasmed, heat flooding down to drench her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 22:36:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Beej lapped her juices hungrily, carefully stimulating Lydia until she came down off her orgasm. "None better than the dead for giving you head," he quips.<br><br>He makes his way back upwards, the candlelight striking a stark contrast on his pale flesh. He has removed his pants, revealing his own need, as he carefully guides himself into the opening of Lydia's inner walls. The contrast of the chill of Death and the warmth of Life causes him to suck in a breath as he slips inside. He pauses when he reaches Lydia's hymen, looking off above her head.<br><br>"Elvis? What are you doing here?"<br><br>Hopefully, with that distraction, Lydia will not be thinking about the pressure he's exerting, or anticipating any pain when he&nbsp; thrusts deeply within her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 22:58:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her arms had fallen at her sides, limp with exhaustion, heart beating rapidly in her chest when she felt him shift over her.&nbsp; Her dark eyes widened in some alarm as he pressed into her soft yielding flesh, and then widened still further in panic as he spoke to someone over her head.&nbsp; She twisted her upper torso beneath him to try to look, completely missing the fact that he was about to break through her chastity.&nbsp; <br><br>Lydia let out a yelp of pain and fear at the sudden burning sensation of his cold hard manhood snapping her hymen and filling her completely.&nbsp; Her hands were on his shoulders as she turned back to him, eyes glittering with some amount of terror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 23:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry, had to distract you." He pauses, looking into her terror-filled eyes, and holding himself within her, waiting for her to calm down and adjust to the situation.<br><br>Just because he hasn't been alive for a long time doesn't mean that he's not considerate. Besides, this is the woman that agreed to marry him, after who knows how long. She may be a strange and unusual woman, but she was HIS strange and unusual woman.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 00:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"With Elvis?" She demanded, looking more angry than afraid now at his admission of guilt.&nbsp; She frowned a little, but pulled him close to her chest, heart beating frantically as she stretched and adjusted to his size.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 00:19:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, now, don't knock The King. He's a really nice guy, once you get to know him." When she pulled him close, he planted a tender kiss on her neck, just below the ear. "Besides," he whispered. "It worked, didn't it?"<br><br>Once he felt that she had stretched to accommodate him, he would start slow thrusts, filling her again and again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 00:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was uncomfortable at first, the intrusion to her body, the sudden fear having killed her excitement, but slowly and surely she got wet again and began to moan in time with his thrusting, lifting her hips up to meet him.&nbsp; She felt different each time her channel tried to pull him in deeper, stronger and more aware of everything around her.&nbsp; Alive with pleasure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>04-03-2008, 23:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now this was what he missed about being alive. In the company of a lovely woman, feeling her surround him as he filled her again and again, hearing her moans of pleasure...<br><br>He'd missed it.<br><br>There were rules in the Afterlife. Rules that not even he, a notorious rule-breaker, can get around. He had to have a claim in the Living World in order for him to walk around, and not get transported to Saturn instantly. He thought, at first, simply being married would do. But, as had been shown, he was wrong. Not the first time...<br><br>He turned his attention back to Lydia, and how she was writhing underneath him. Sure, he's had his way with some of the dead women, but this... this was a living girl. It hadn't been the same. The warmth, the wetness...<br><br>He came before he realized it. It has been a long time, after all. But somehow, this was different. He was still hard, still filling her, and continued his thrusting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 01:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt when he let his ghostly seed within her, causing her back to arch in surprised pleasure.&nbsp; Her eyes were squeezed shut now, as he hands gripped the sheets beneath their love making.&nbsp; She'd never felt so full and complete before.&nbsp; This tugging below her navel that signified release was soon to come was far more intense than anything she'd done previously alone.<br><br>"Beetlejuice" She moaned, hands reaching for him in blind desperation, as she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, desperate to pull him deeper. <br><br>"More...please...more," She gasped out, nearly breathless with concentration.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 06:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A slight twinge as she says the name, but (oddly) not the usual. However, Beej is too engrossed in what he's doing to notice this minor detail. He grins widely.<br><br>"Give the lady what she wants!" His thrusting became faster, harder, and at juuuuuuust the right angle to provide friction against that little knot of feminine flesh known as the clitoris.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 09:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lydia was too overcome with the onset of orgasm to admonish his joking while filling her to the brim.&nbsp; One slender hand reached up, grasping as her eyes rolled back into her head.&nbsp; It found purchase in his hair, gripping hard and yanking as the walls of her channel became a spasming wet vice around him.<br><br>The orgasm was unreal.&nbsp; Bright and heady as though oxygen couldn't reach how high she'd gone.&nbsp; Fire that lanced through her whole body without burning, and a scream that ruptured any semblance of privacy they might have been attempting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 09:40:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Lydia's release, it was Beej's turn. In fact, with her spasming under and around him, how could he do anything but. While Lydia screamed, he threw his head back and howled as his orgasm took hold.<br><br>***<br><br>Elsewhere in the house, it appears that the Maitlands were doing what they could, despite having to stay in the confines of the house. They've invited Juno over.<br><br>"It's a good thing you called me," Juno said, in her gravely voice. "HE is back." Adam looked up, eyes wide.<br><br>"Oh, no," Barbara added. "We didn't let him out this time! You can't..."<br><br>That's when Lydia and Beej's 'music' cut through the entire house. They looked at each other, and exchanged a single word.<br><br>"Lydia!"<br><br>***<br><br>When Beej came down off of that orgasm, he flopped to Lydia's side, exhausted, smiling, and... smoking? He looks down a moment, and pats himself out. "Sorry, I sometimes smoke after sex. Usually only when doing it too fast." He grins sheepishly, and pulls the covers up and over the two of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 22:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lydia had never felt more alive, which was an amusing circumstance considering she'd just wed and bed a ghost.&nbsp; Even when she realized his poor and quite literal joke about 'smoking' she could do little more than laugh and watch him with sparkling eyes.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> funny.&nbsp; She was sick and tired of pretending that she wasn't amused by the absurd and grotesque.&nbsp; The Maitlands had been so kind to her, so loving, but they'd never truly <em>gotten</em> her.&nbsp; They'd never understood that she really <em>wasn't</em> like other girls.&nbsp; That her fascination with death had started at a very young age, and though she might pretend otherwise, it had only grown since her first encounter with ghosts.&nbsp; Lydia frowned inwardly as she though about it: she was the girl who loved Night of the Living Dead.&nbsp; Who thought gross could be awesome.&nbsp; Who thought pain might be funny.&nbsp; And she thought Beej <em>was funny</em>.&nbsp; He'd been gentle with her, a giving lover.&nbsp; She might not know much about the practice, but she was sure he could have been considerably more brutal and selfish.&nbsp; She didn't know him very well, at all really, but there were worse things to be tied to, and it least he was a scape to the Netherworld.<br><br>She pressed closer to him, cuddling up to his chest, small hands splayed there before her, her head turned to duck under his chin.&nbsp; He'd never felt as flesh and blood to her as he did now.&nbsp; Her eyes shone with a newly found inner light gained when chastity had been broken.<br><br>"Oh <em>Beej</em>."&nbsp; She didn't sound unhappy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>05-03-2008, 23:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh <em>Beej</em>."<br><br>That sentence spoke quite a bit. Just two simple words. But how she said them, now that's what got to him.<br><br>He's married now. He looks down at the pale, slender form curling up next to him and smiled. <em>Could have done a lot worse,</em> he thought. As he curled his arms around Lydia protectively, he considered how long it's been since he's actually cared for someone he took to bed. Originally, he intended the marriage as a way for him to return to the Living World unhindered. Then the Maitlands stepped in, and he got eaten by a sand worm. When he was called again, he was in the middle of getting chewed out by his case worker (the wheels of the Netherworld Bureaucracy turn really slowly...) and lept at the chance to get out of there. And now...<br><br>Now he's cuddling with his new wife. A living wife. Who, from what he can tell, has as much of a fascination with the world of the Dead as he has for the world of the Living. And again, he wondered how long it's been. <em>Probably not since I died,</em> he thinks to himself, as sleep starts to overcome him. Which is odd; since as a ghost, he usually doesn't need sleep.<br><br>Then the door burst open, followed by Barbara and Adam.<br><br>"LYDIA!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ray the Wicked</strong> on <strong>06-03-2008, 01:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Color rushed away and then flooded Lydia's usually pale features, threatening to make her even further light headed.&nbsp; Her hands clenched to BJ, trying to remain small and unexposed.&nbsp; At least he'd pulled up the blankets.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she should feel embarrassed or outraged.<br><br>"Barbara...Adam...I..." She stammered, still clinging to her ghostly husband.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "I myself am strange and unusual."</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2008, 00:33:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betelgeuse sat bolt upright in the bed, clutching the sheets to himself as he let out a high-pitches shriek.<br><br>"Shesh, you two. Don't you ever knock? I'm trying to have a tender moment here, can't you see that?<br><br>"Unless, um... you two would rather... um... y'know..." He nods towards the bed, waggling his eyebrows. Hey, old habits die hard. And this is an old habit.<br><br>Which earns him a gasp from Barbara and a slap across the face. "Ow! OK, never hurts to ask."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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