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How ironic that this is today's Writer's Block. Zander, bb, take it away.
Day 16 – What was a character’s first romantic and/or sexual encounter like?
Wow, okay, um, gee, Joseph, thanks for lobbing this one at me. I haven’t really had that many romantic encounters. Not really that many sexual ones either. Oh, I mean, you know, I pick up ladies at the bars or clubs Joseph and I frequent, but by the time I get them home, I usually chicken out or I’m too drunk or Joseph kills the mood by getting his freak on way too loudly downstairs. You know how it is with roommates, right?
So, yeah, first romantic encounter, let’s tackle that one first. Does it count if the other person thought it was romantic? Personally, I found it pretty creepy.
Okay, so I’ve talked about my ability and how I can see, hear and talk to the dead. I didn’t have to die to have this happen either; I was just born this way, baby.
Great, now I’m going to have that Lady Gaga song stuck in my head. I’m on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey.
…
Okay, anyway. Getting sidetracked. So, yeah, talking to ghostly specters, all fun and games, right? Totally awesome party trick, dude. Wrong. Very wrong. So horribly wrong. Seriously, horror movies exist for a reason. Every story is based on some truth. It may be greatly exaggerated or stretched beyond recognition but if you probe deep enough, you’ll find that little kernel of fact.
Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked again. I don’t recall when I saw my first ghost; it must have been when I was very young because I feel like ghosts have been a part of my life forever.
I’ve mentioned before that ghosts can possess my body and basically control it and do whatever they want. It sucks. Well, one time, it almost became deadly.
I was twelve. No, scratch that, I had to have been ten or eleven because my sister was still alive. We had this playmate, a little girl our age named Caroline. She lived in the house across the street.
Caroline was an odd little child. We never saw her at school and she liked to wear old-fashioned dresses with pinafore aprons and ruffled petticoats. She always wore knee-high white stockings and black Mary Jane shoes. Sounds kinda familiar, right? The stereotypical attire of a creepy child from a horror movie, right?
Whenever Caroline showed up at the playground in the park near our houses, the other kids always ignored her. Zora and I never really thought anything about it because we were often ignored too. Caroline was nice to us and actually played with us, so we figured the other kids were just stupid.
I’m pretty sure that you’re connecting the dots just fine on your own, but just in case you’re not, I’ll come right out and say it – Caroline was a ghost.
She’d died in 1910 when the house her parents had originally built on the property across the street had mysteriously burned down. Caroline had died a traumatizing death, and it had left a deep, paranormal scar on the property. It kept her tethered to the property, even when a new house was built. Many families had moved in and out of the house since it had been rebuilt, and almost all of them had reported the house as haunted. Of course, nobody believed them. Ghosts aren’t real, pfft.
Anyway, to make a long story, Caroline was a lonely ghost and she latched onto me almost immediately. Oh, she was friendly enough to Zora, I guess, but more often than not, she’d give Zora the cold shoulder and focus all of her attention on me. I was eleven, and I thought girls were icky, so I tried to brush her off as much as possible.
We used to play house because that’s what you do as a child at that age, and she was always Mother and I was always Father, and sometimes Zora was our daughter or a neighbor or some other character. Caroline took to staying in character all the time, pretending we were married and calling me darling and other pet names.
Eventually, she got frustrated because she couldn’t touch me, couldn’t hold my hand or kiss my cheek, and finally, months and months after all this started, she took over Zora’s body and tried to kiss me.
Zora fought her the whole time though, and I don’t know how she did it but Zora managed to kick Caroline out. Even to this day, I have never, ever been able to expel a ghost out of my body while I’m possessed. I wish I could see her just once so that I could ask her about how she did it.
Anyway, so Caroline was pissed, naturally, and vowed revenge. Two nights later, she came to me and told me that she’d found a way for us to “be together forever.” As you might’ve guessed, she hopped right into my body and off we went.
Now, I’m missing a pretty good chunk of my memories from this time, but Zora filled me on the basics: “I” climbed up onto the roof and was going to throw “myself” off so I could die and be with Caroline as a ghost. Zora obviously saved me, although I have no idea how because she wouldn’t tell me.
We never saw Caroline again though.
Sooooooooooo, yeah, that’s my first (creepy) romantic encounter. I’ll summarize the first sexual encounter by saying that it was hella awkward (those fucking bra clasps, man, they’re evil), hella short (I was barely inside her and already coming) and hella embarrassing (Joseph walked in because he thought I was dying with the way I was shouting).
Day 17 – What are popular sports and hobbies in your setting?
Uhhhhhhh, the usual? Baseball and football (American football) are extremely popular. NASCAR, if you’re a redneck (which I am not, despite being born and raised in the South). Basketball? I guess that’s popular. I’m not really a sports fan, you know? I don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.
Hobbies, uh, include photography, sex, drinking, clubbling. Do those really count as hobbies though?
Days 18, 19, 20 & 21
How ironic that this is today's Writer's Block. Zander, bb, take it away.
Day 16 – What was a character’s first romantic and/or sexual encounter like?
Wow, okay, um, gee, Joseph, thanks for lobbing this one at me. I haven’t really had that many romantic encounters. Not really that many sexual ones either. Oh, I mean, you know, I pick up ladies at the bars or clubs Joseph and I frequent, but by the time I get them home, I usually chicken out or I’m too drunk or Joseph kills the mood by getting his freak on way too loudly downstairs. You know how it is with roommates, right?
So, yeah, first romantic encounter, let’s tackle that one first. Does it count if the other person thought it was romantic? Personally, I found it pretty creepy.
Okay, so I’ve talked about my ability and how I can see, hear and talk to the dead. I didn’t have to die to have this happen either; I was just born this way, baby.
Great, now I’m going to have that Lady Gaga song stuck in my head. I’m on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey.
…
Okay, anyway. Getting sidetracked. So, yeah, talking to ghostly specters, all fun and games, right? Totally awesome party trick, dude. Wrong. Very wrong. So horribly wrong. Seriously, horror movies exist for a reason. Every story is based on some truth. It may be greatly exaggerated or stretched beyond recognition but if you probe deep enough, you’ll find that little kernel of fact.
Anyway, I’m getting sidetracked again. I don’t recall when I saw my first ghost; it must have been when I was very young because I feel like ghosts have been a part of my life forever.
I’ve mentioned before that ghosts can possess my body and basically control it and do whatever they want. It sucks. Well, one time, it almost became deadly.
I was twelve. No, scratch that, I had to have been ten or eleven because my sister was still alive. We had this playmate, a little girl our age named Caroline. She lived in the house across the street.
Caroline was an odd little child. We never saw her at school and she liked to wear old-fashioned dresses with pinafore aprons and ruffled petticoats. She always wore knee-high white stockings and black Mary Jane shoes. Sounds kinda familiar, right? The stereotypical attire of a creepy child from a horror movie, right?
Whenever Caroline showed up at the playground in the park near our houses, the other kids always ignored her. Zora and I never really thought anything about it because we were often ignored too. Caroline was nice to us and actually played with us, so we figured the other kids were just stupid.
I’m pretty sure that you’re connecting the dots just fine on your own, but just in case you’re not, I’ll come right out and say it – Caroline was a ghost.
She’d died in 1910 when the house her parents had originally built on the property across the street had mysteriously burned down. Caroline had died a traumatizing death, and it had left a deep, paranormal scar on the property. It kept her tethered to the property, even when a new house was built. Many families had moved in and out of the house since it had been rebuilt, and almost all of them had reported the house as haunted. Of course, nobody believed them. Ghosts aren’t real, pfft.
Anyway, to make a long story, Caroline was a lonely ghost and she latched onto me almost immediately. Oh, she was friendly enough to Zora, I guess, but more often than not, she’d give Zora the cold shoulder and focus all of her attention on me. I was eleven, and I thought girls were icky, so I tried to brush her off as much as possible.
We used to play house because that’s what you do as a child at that age, and she was always Mother and I was always Father, and sometimes Zora was our daughter or a neighbor or some other character. Caroline took to staying in character all the time, pretending we were married and calling me darling and other pet names.
Eventually, she got frustrated because she couldn’t touch me, couldn’t hold my hand or kiss my cheek, and finally, months and months after all this started, she took over Zora’s body and tried to kiss me.
Zora fought her the whole time though, and I don’t know how she did it but Zora managed to kick Caroline out. Even to this day, I have never, ever been able to expel a ghost out of my body while I’m possessed. I wish I could see her just once so that I could ask her about how she did it.
Anyway, so Caroline was pissed, naturally, and vowed revenge. Two nights later, she came to me and told me that she’d found a way for us to “be together forever.” As you might’ve guessed, she hopped right into my body and off we went.
Now, I’m missing a pretty good chunk of my memories from this time, but Zora filled me on the basics: “I” climbed up onto the roof and was going to throw “myself” off so I could die and be with Caroline as a ghost. Zora obviously saved me, although I have no idea how because she wouldn’t tell me.
We never saw Caroline again though.
Sooooooooooo, yeah, that’s my first (creepy) romantic encounter. I’ll summarize the first sexual encounter by saying that it was hella awkward (those fucking bra clasps, man, they’re evil), hella short (I was barely inside her and already coming) and hella embarrassing (Joseph walked in because he thought I was dying with the way I was shouting).
Day 17 – What are popular sports and hobbies in your setting?
Uhhhhhhh, the usual? Baseball and football (American football) are extremely popular. NASCAR, if you’re a redneck (which I am not, despite being born and raised in the South). Basketball? I guess that’s popular. I’m not really a sports fan, you know? I don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.
Hobbies, uh, include photography, sex, drinking, clubbling. Do those really count as hobbies though?
Days 18, 19, 20 & 21
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21/10/11 20:24 (UTC)Man, this meme is like crack to me.
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21/10/11 20:39 (UTC)I know, right? I'm having fun with it too. :D