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neutral_omensDate: August 16, 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Summary: A new ghost arrives at Tadfield Manor.
Carietta N. White stood on the lawn of Tadfield Manor, or rather hovered slightly above the lawn, as ghosts are wont to do, and tried to get a grip on herself. Time to try for a new start. Ever since her death twenty years ago (was it really that long?) she hadn't had a chance to speak to anyone except Agnes, and Mr Crowley and Mr Aziraphale sometimes. She had been amazed to find she missed her old school - even the constant bullying was better than no interaction at all. Now she had a chance to make real friends. But what if she got it wrong and ended up as the joke again?
She shook her head, trying to make herself snap out of her pessimistic thoughts. She was the New and Improved Carrie White, no longer under her mother's control or in the shadow of the Popular kids. She was officially Well-Adjusted and In Control Of Her Own Life (she silently thanked the psychiatrist Mr Aziraphale had taken her to - Dr Darryl was nice, even if he did cry a lot and smell rather strongly of vodka) and ready to socialise and make new friends. When you know Heaven and Hell are having a custody battle over your soul, you need all the friends you can get. It also helps if you hang around with an angel, even if he is friends with the Serpent of Eden Momma had so often told her about.
And so she had gravitated to Tadfield Manor, possibly the only place where a ghost girl with a tendency to drip blood everywhere could fit in. She ran her fingers through her bedraggled, blood-soaked hair, futilely tried yet another time to pull the stupid knife out of her shoulder, gave up, and drifted through the doors of Tadfield Manor without bothering to wait till they opened.
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Summary: A new ghost arrives at Tadfield Manor.
Carietta N. White stood on the lawn of Tadfield Manor, or rather hovered slightly above the lawn, as ghosts are wont to do, and tried to get a grip on herself. Time to try for a new start. Ever since her death twenty years ago (was it really that long?) she hadn't had a chance to speak to anyone except Agnes, and Mr Crowley and Mr Aziraphale sometimes. She had been amazed to find she missed her old school - even the constant bullying was better than no interaction at all. Now she had a chance to make real friends. But what if she got it wrong and ended up as the joke again?
She shook her head, trying to make herself snap out of her pessimistic thoughts. She was the New and Improved Carrie White, no longer under her mother's control or in the shadow of the Popular kids. She was officially Well-Adjusted and In Control Of Her Own Life (she silently thanked the psychiatrist Mr Aziraphale had taken her to - Dr Darryl was nice, even if he did cry a lot and smell rather strongly of vodka) and ready to socialise and make new friends. When you know Heaven and Hell are having a custody battle over your soul, you need all the friends you can get. It also helps if you hang around with an angel, even if he is friends with the Serpent of Eden Momma had so often told her about.
And so she had gravitated to Tadfield Manor, possibly the only place where a ghost girl with a tendency to drip blood everywhere could fit in. She ran her fingers through her bedraggled, blood-soaked hair, futilely tried yet another time to pull the stupid knife out of her shoulder, gave up, and drifted through the doors of Tadfield Manor without bothering to wait till they opened.
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Date: 2005-08-17 06:23 pm (UTC)Probably because she was drunk, she wasted no time thinking about why she shouldn't be going down to the Lobby.
The first thing she noticed was the blood.
And she had only just cleaned up all that dust and grime from when her new part-time bartender, White, had walked in!
The next thing she noticed was the slightly transparent girl currently hovering in the Lobby.
"Not another ghost," she whispered, slurring her words.
Wasn't Agnes enough? Was Sister Mary doomed to feel creeped out on a regular basis??? What was it about ghosts? She could work with a staff of freaky humans, demons, angels, witches and wizards, and even a vampire - yet ghosts made her feel scared?
Not that she was scared...
She focused on the blood and not her thudding heart and ambled over to wear the ghost was hovering.
"Young woman, what is the meaning of this?" she asked, trying for a stern voice yet painfully aware that she actually sounded as panicked as she felt!
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Date: 2005-08-18 08:03 pm (UTC)"Umm, hi, I was just, uh . . ." She offered Sister Mary a hopelessly embarrassed smile, trying to ignore the blood puddling around her feet. "Um. M'name's Carrie," she stammered, almost inaudibly. "Sorry 'bout th' mess."