NekoMata
Storyteller Demon
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[Open for one male to play the role of her old crush. PM if interested]
Lisette sighed as she gazed up at the sky. Dusk had begun to paint it vivid shades of people, pink, and blue. As the sun slowly sank out of sight she gazed at her hand. It was still vaguely transparent but her body was slowly becoming solid again. She remembered the first time this had happened to her. She had been frightened out of her mind. Who wouldn't be, when they found out they were dead. She had only been a ghost for a short time but it wasn't all that hard to figure out she wasn't normal. I mean, she had never heard of ghost that could become human, and it seemed she could only do it at night.
The other strange thing was she had absolutely no idea how or when she died. All she could remember was her name. Everything else was an absolute blank. She sighed as the sun finally disappeared. She stretched running a hand through her wavy brown hair. She stood in the large mirror if the funeral parlor she had taken to hanging around in. Her hair was slightly messy and she ran her fingers through it rearranging the curls that framed her face and hung on her eyes. She guessed she was pretty enough...for a ghost. She was 5'6” and slender with 32C breast. Her eyes were bright blue with a ring of darker blue around them. Her clothes were pretty simple, a pair of black skinny Jeans and a black half shirt with a cat on it.
Walking our of the back door Lisette roamed the streets. It was pretty crowded, New York City always was. She was lost in thought and didn't notice the guy walking in front of hey until she collided with him. Stumbling Lisette quickly regained her balance. ” Ouch, damn I'm totally sorry!” she said turning to get a good look at the guy she had nearly ran over.
Lisette sighed as she gazed up at the sky. Dusk had begun to paint it vivid shades of people, pink, and blue. As the sun slowly sank out of sight she gazed at her hand. It was still vaguely transparent but her body was slowly becoming solid again. She remembered the first time this had happened to her. She had been frightened out of her mind. Who wouldn't be, when they found out they were dead. She had only been a ghost for a short time but it wasn't all that hard to figure out she wasn't normal. I mean, she had never heard of ghost that could become human, and it seemed she could only do it at night.
The other strange thing was she had absolutely no idea how or when she died. All she could remember was her name. Everything else was an absolute blank. She sighed as the sun finally disappeared. She stretched running a hand through her wavy brown hair. She stood in the large mirror if the funeral parlor she had taken to hanging around in. Her hair was slightly messy and she ran her fingers through it rearranging the curls that framed her face and hung on her eyes. She guessed she was pretty enough...for a ghost. She was 5'6” and slender with 32C breast. Her eyes were bright blue with a ring of darker blue around them. Her clothes were pretty simple, a pair of black skinny Jeans and a black half shirt with a cat on it.
Walking our of the back door Lisette roamed the streets. It was pretty crowded, New York City always was. She was lost in thought and didn't notice the guy walking in front of hey until she collided with him. Stumbling Lisette quickly regained her balance. ” Ouch, damn I'm totally sorry!” she said turning to get a good look at the guy she had nearly ran over.
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