[Shannon] Sorry, Charlie....

[sinanju]

Who: Shannon-in-Charlie
When: Day 29, 1 p.m. (approx.)
Where: The Storage Room
Invited: Shannon/Charlie, a Very Special Guest Star, anyone else
Status: Complete

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[Jack]

[purplerhino]

"Well I'm not going anywhere but into my rightful body." Shannon crossed her arms.

"She said she's only going into her body. Can you actually, like, toss them into the light.. thing?"

"Not me you can't. I've had enough of this freaking island. Of you people and your weird-ass shit. I am not going to die for Charlie-fucking-Pace. No way. I have a life to live." Shannon ranted.

"Oh shut up." Jack was all for being comforting, for keeping Shannon from seeing the mess back there. But this? "Look at it this way, go where you're supposed to and you won't have to deal with this island or us weird-ass people. And you don't have a life. Not any more. Sorry, it's just a fact, like needing to breathe. Although in your case that may be a bad analogy. Doesn't matter. You are dead. You don't get to come back from that."

Jack felt a tinge of conscience at that little lie. Not many got to come back.

"Besides, if you were able to trade with Charlie... which you CAN'T, you'd be committing murder. I'm pretty sure you don't get the same destination after death if you kill someone just for your own gain."

"How do you know? Have you ever died?" Shannon was not going easily.

If only she knew. "I'm here aren't I?" Not a lie.

"George, have you ever had to deal with this? Or can I really just toss her in?"

[George]

[sinanju]

George glared at Aeryn, but the woman seemed utterly unruffled by it. Which took some doing since she was currently a lot bigger and more muscular than usual. She briefly considered removing Aeryn's hand from her arm but then decided not to try.

Aeryn looked tough and carried a sidearm. She could probably kick George's ass. Not that George was intimidated at all. Nosirree. Not her.

Jack was talking to her again, which made a convenient excuse to turn her attention elsewhere. George looked at Jack.

"What? No, I've never run into this before. It's not like people get switched into the wrong bodies in the real world--only on this fucking island."

"And no, you can't force her to move on until she's ready. Do you even see a bright light for her to walk into? No."

George addressed the empty space where she figured Shannon was standing. "You can lurk around here as long as you want, it won't get you anywhere."

[Shannon]

[sinanju]

Shannon hated this goddamned island. She hated all the people on it. She hated that she'd been murdered by some goddamned monster that had no business existing in the first place!

Most of all, she hated Charlie Pace for being a weasel. For hijacking her lovely body and leaving her with his. And for using her like a goddamned sex toy!

And Jack and George kept telling her it was over. Give it up, give in, face facts! Well, screw that! Her body was alive and well and in the hands of a lecherous little jerk from England. It was his body lying in chunks and pieces in the next room.

"If you won't help me," Shannon found herself shouting at Jack and George, "I'll do it myself! I'll go evict that little bastard myself!"

Jack reached for her. Shannon leaped back, out of reach, then turned and ran up the nearby stairwell. She pawed at the door, but her hands only passed through the latch. Passed through...

Shannon took a deep breath and stepped through the door and into the bright tropical sunlight. Then, before Jack could follow try to restrain her, Shannon ran off.

She'd find the beach camp, find her own body, and force Charlie Pace to give it back! She would. She would. She had to.

EXIT SHANNON

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

"I heard her. So I'm not going anywhere but right next to my body. Someone figures out how this works and undoes it, I'm back where I belong. I'm only looking for the damn white light if that doesn't work." Shannon stomped off.

Jack sighed. "Looks like I suck at being a Reaper. She stormed out of here threatening to stick by her body and wait for this mess to get fixed. She says she isn't going anywhere until she sees if that works."

He looked at George. "No offense, but I'm glad I'm not in your line of work. Can you strangle a ghost?"

[George]

[sinanju]

George shrugged. "You can try, but it's not like they need to breathe, you know?"

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

"Yeah. I see your point. But it'd make ME feel better." Jack tossed up his hands in defeat.

"I don't know... I feel obligated to go back there. But I don't think there's much I can do other than help clean up the mess."

OOC giggling

[starborn_scribe]

This whole thread was hysterical. Well done, guys!

How many ghosts do we have now? Screaming Guy, his wife who'd been following Mara around, and now Shannon the Incorporeal Bitch. *snerk*

[Jack]

[purplerhino]

Jack sighed and looked thankfully at Aeryn. "Thanks. I know you couldn't see her, but she really was there. And now she's off to torment Charlie. Which is not necessarily a BAD thing."

Right... Aeryn and John had not yet met Charlie Pace. "He's... not only annoying but creepy. I'm not sure who I'd be rooting for in that fight."

"And thanks George." It wasn't sarcastic. "Even though I apparently screwed that up, I have a whole new respect for what you have to deal with."

"So..." He looked from John to Aeryn and back, "I suppose guard duty it is."

He leaned against the wall, prepared to help divert the curious. Oddly enough, it appeared that his threat to kneecap people who tried to gawk was working.

[Aeryn]

[tweets]

Aeryn offered a tight smile to Jack-in-George. "For what it's worth, you're welcome." She turned to glance slightly at the gore she could still see. "Guard duty, or clean-up? I guess since you've been doing the hard work of getting her out of here, it's down to us others to do the clean-up." The smile turned grim. "Or, maybe for now? We could just mop the floor and close the door? I don't know what your Human customs are in this circumstance."