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Home sweet...

May 14, 2004 15:39

Oh who am I kidding?

I finally reached my place after the tortuous hike back from all the non-fun that happened outside the nightclub. Standing directly across the street from my house I looked up and down the deserted block.

No sign of Cordy’s car...and I’m surprised by this--why?I wasn’t. Not really. Ever since she’s been all...un-coma-fied she ( Read more... )

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wyndam_pryce7 May 17 2004, 15:04:46 UTC

I had just been wandering invisible through the city when I saw a familiar face. Nikki...and she was all alone...and walking. Concerned for her, I wondered if she was alright. Moving over to her, I began asking her before I realized that I was unable to be heard. Sighing, I simply followed her and made sure she got home okay.

When we got there, I saw her sit down in the living room. Looking around her house, she sighed. She looked so lonely...something I could relate to. I had never known that she was...she had always had Dawn and Cordy. Or so I believed. Because of Angel and I, she didn't have her brother. Was this the real Nicole Chase?

Looking around the house, I finally found a pad of sticky notes and a pen. Writing 'hello Nikki...don't be alarmed, it's me Wesley' on one of them, I went and stuck it on her tv. To make sure I got her attention, I turned the chatter box off.

nikki_chase May 17 2004, 16:15:41 UTC

Why is it that nothing good is on after 12 pm? Insomniacs deserve quality television too. Not just those stupid infomercials either. I don't need a juicer...yet these people make it seem like a sin or a crime to not own one. That's why we moved the phone off the table beside the couch...I ordered a bunch of cooking stuff once, but neither Cor and I can cook...and moving the phone far enough to where I'd actually have to get up solved that issue.

Yawning slightly I looked at the door then back to the television set.

And now with an infomercial for...paper? Okay, now I've seen everything.I frowned as the TV screen went pitch black...but the piece of paper was still there. Standing up, I walked over and sat down infront the TV. I didn't pull the piece of paper off till after I read it ( ... )

wyndam_pryce7 May 17 2004, 16:24:46 UTC

She finally got up and took off the sticky note and read it. Good...she wasn't running away screaming. Writing quickly again, I stuck a sticky note to her that read, 'since I was killed in an explosion and became a ghost'. Stepping back, I waited to see how she reacted to that. Would she freak out now?

I began writing another note. When I was finished, I stuck it to her other arm. 'I saw you walking alone, and followed to make sure you got home alright. When I got here, I saw how lonely you are. Do you want me to stay with you? I'm very quiet, invisible company.'

nikki_chase May 17 2004, 16:47:31 UTC

I stared at the second piece of paper longer than I had the first. Well, I did ask...and theres my answer.

"Oh..." Thats all I managed at first, but then continued. "That's gotta suck." I should have stuck with 'oh'. Adding 'sorry you died' would be a definite no-no.

I watched as he started writing once again. Good thing he had the paper and pen...or I'd feel really weird staring at nothing... As he scribbled away I couldn't help but flash back to that old 'Ghost Writer' series on PBS. But Ghost writer could be seen...he was a poorly animated ball of light.

After reading the next piece of paper, I began to fold the first one into an airplane. "Ya sure you wanna waste your time here? Call me crazy, but if I were in your non-existent shoes I'd be making friends with someone who could fix me..."

wyndam_pryce7 May 17 2004, 16:56:36 UTC

Has to suck...is that it? Oh well...it's not like I should have expected anyone to shed any tears over me. She began speaking again, and I noticed her making the first little stick-it note into a paper airplane. Rolling my eyes, I began writing again...this time I stuck the note on her forehead. Smiling slightly, it was a strained, sad smile.

'Why not? They already know what happened to me...they don't care. I might as well stay a ghost. Besides...we're both lonely...might as well keep each other company. I'm a ghost...has to be something fun we can do with that.'

Sitting down on the couch, I sat there watching her. I was starting to feel like I couldn't speak since I never had a reason to use my voice anymore. It was an odd, odd feeling...

nikki_chase May 18 2004, 13:49:12 UTC

I smiled a bit then pulled the paper off my forehead. Once reading it I felt like Angel was a bad influence on Wes. The position of brooding dead guy has already been filled.

“They care Wes...I can’t picture them hearing about your current ‘condition’ and just blowing it off like it meant nothing.”

I nodded slightly, but I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him or myself. Standing up off the floor, I made my way to the couch after the floating pen and paper. I took a seat on the opposite end...so as not to sit on invisible Ghostly Wesley. Why is it that he couldn’t come back as the kind of ghost Spike came back as? Seeing what I’m talking to would be a bonus, plus at this rate he’s going to develop carpal tunnel syndrome--or not ( ... )

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