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Post by Jennifer Lawrence on Nov 23, 2009 21:34:06 GMT
 WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll
[/color] ,[/size] --------------------------------------------------------------------- Jennifer loved the summer. Loved it. It meant short shorts and tank tops. Of course, with that also came the fifty year old perverts who loved to see her in her tank top and short shorts, but whatever. That was the price you had to pay when you were beautiful. Anyway, as long as Jennifer had been living in California, she had never once been to San Fransisco to see the Golden Gate Bridge. It was crazy. You'd think that would be one of the first things you do. But, of course he girl mind had gotten the better of her. Why go to the Golden Gate Bridge when you could hit the beach and see some hotties? Right, who cares about tourism hot spots and like nationally known landmarks when you could sit on the beach, tan and watch hot guys run down the beach.
I mean, don't get me wrong, she loved the beach and everything, but she was starting to get bored with it. She wanted to go see some new things. So, she got in her car and drove up to the Golden Gate Bridge and imagine that. Packed with tourists. This is why you don't come. Surprisingly though, it wasn't packed like stores during a big sale, more just a lot of people. They didn't push or anything, so Jen was okay. She pushed through the crowd at the beginning of the bridge with a few polite 'Excuse me's. Finally, she got to a less crowded part in the middle and smiled. It was pretty beautiful. She took out one of the disposable cameras she had bought and took some pictures. Mainly for her parents. They had told her whatever she did to take a bunch of pictures...so far, they were all of oceans, sand and her with her new friends.
She leaned out over the rail and looked down. She had never really been afraid of height. In fact, if the goverment would let her, she'd probably jump off right now. But, she couldn't. She leaned back and continued walking down the bridge, looking around. It wasn't very crowded anymore, but of course she had found someone to run into. She wasn't paying much attention and next thing she knew, she was on the ground. "I'm soooo sorry." She said, standing up quickly and looking to make sure whoever it was, was okay.
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Post by Lawrence on Nov 24, 2009 6:50:25 GMT
Lawrence had been chasing a ghost, well... more like several ghosts. Ghosts were easy to kill, well most of the time anyway, which is why he liked hunting them, just burn the hell out of the remains, or the place they are attached to and it's easy as hell. No sweat.
He made a research, the Golden Gate Bridge, apparently the spot preferred by those wishing to kill themselves. Great, that obviously meant that there had to be just as many dead people that got scared when the reapers came and decided to stay around and haunt some more.
What was the beauty of it all? The remains were somewhere in the bottom of the river most of the times, or perhaps even in the Atlantic by now. Some of them inside some shark probably. Which meant, that the bastards had a free ticket to haunt and Lawrence, he truly hated ghosts having free tickets to haunt.
He had been pursuing a Ghost from the 20's and a hippie ghost when suddenly someone crashed onto him. He turned around ready to shoot a freaking ghost when he saw a 'not pale' girl getting up from the floor. She was apologizing or something. He turned around trying to make sure that the ghosts weren't around, his revolved with salt still ready to shoot anyone moving.
"Shhhh" said Lawrence to the girl. They were now in the middle of a hunt and he couldn't be distracted. "Did ya see an Al Capone wannabe around? Or a hippie chick that looked like she hasn' showered since the 60's?" he asked with his southern accent.
"They may have looked very pale" said Lawrence still not looking at the girl. If the ghosts were around then both of them could be in some trouble.
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Post by Jennifer Lawrence on Nov 28, 2009 3:34:19 GMT
Jennifer's apologies stopped as she watched the man turn holding something. She couldn't quite tell what because of all the turning, but just as she opened her mouth to ask, he interrupted with a "Shh." Okay, this guy is acting CRAZY. She thought, continuing to watch. Then, he asked a question that definatly confused her. "Did ya see an Al Capone wannabe around? Or a hippie chick that looked like she hasn' showered since the 60's?" She lifted her eyebrows at him. SHe definatly didn't need to be around anyone mentally instable. Especially on a bridge. Who knows what could happen there. Then, he mentioned that they might have been pale. "Um. No.." She answered, in a kind of hesitant voice. "Are you....ok...?" She asked in a once more hesitant voice. She didn't quite know how to word it so it took a while to come out. She relaxed a little, watching him for a response.
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Post by Lawrence on Nov 29, 2009 0:26:55 GMT
"I'm fine..." said Lawrence still looking around, then he saw the ghost behind the girl ready to attack her, he knew just how effective their attacks could be and he wouldn't have liked the guts of the girl splattered all over the bridge.
Pushing her out of the way, he shot the ghost in the head making it disappear for a while. He knew of few ways to get rid of ghosts when you couldn't burn the bodies, and none of them were going to be easy, and the 20's guy wasn't really that friendly.
He didn't know the name of the hippie chick, he was hoping to talk to her and make her stop the other ghost. Didn't know if that would work, but that was better than nothing and his only plan.
"Sorry 'bout that kid" said Lawrence to the girl. "But unless ya wanna be ghost murdered I'd suggest getting back to where ya came from, I need a ghost to kill" he said to her out loud still paying attention to everything around him. Hopefully the hippie chick would appear soon.
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