Post by flynnryan on May 14, 2006 19:22:40 GMT -5
Shadowcat
Most places, there would be a bit of a nip in the crisp autumn air. Not so in Las Vegas. Highs in the mid-80's even in late October.
As Kitty closed up from work the warm glow of the Strip becconed her. But she resisted. She was no fool such opulant hotels wern't build with the idea of people walking OUT with money. She would go out with friends from time to time, sure, but she was no habbitual gambler. But it didn't hurt to cruise the strip in her sporty convertable on the way home in those wee hours of the morning. The traffic was light that time of night as Kitty cruised along the neon lit Blvd. That's when it happened one of the casino's customers had a few too many complimentary coctails as he staggers off the sidewalk and into the street. There was no way Kitty could stop so she did the only thing she could, She phased the car. As it cruised throught the would-be street pizza, Kitty gives him a dirty look. Hopefuly he'll take the hint and sober-up.
As she fumbles with her keys, her werryness and an empty hall get the best of her and she simply phases through the door dropping the keys in the dish on the coffee table before flopping down on the couch and allowing her aching feet to phase free of the stuffy boots. As she streached out with an exhausted groan, something wet ticked along her bare feet.
"Ewww.. Lockheed, how many times do I have to tell you, buddy? It's only CALLED toe jam." Kitty grumbles. "C'mere."
As Kitty reaches her arms out, the small purple dragon swoops into them As Kitty scratches gently under Lockheed's chin they both drift slowly off to sleep as Coast to Coast AM plays softly on the radio.
It was a special night on Coast to Coast. Art Bell himself was back guest hosting on the show he founded and Art was in a spooky mood that night was to be a special edition of Coast to Coast AM, it was to be GHOST to GHOST AM! As Kitty lay there listening to people relating their experiances with things that go bump in the night a faint smile crosses her face as a caller relates an experiance she knew herself from a different point of view. It was the voice of one of the gang members she had raided a few weeks back. They had been holed-up in an old abandoned house. a somewhat spooky enviroment to begin with before the Shadowcat began playing with their minds. Footsteps on the second floor where she can quickly phase out a wall should any come to investigate. Whispers from the shadows. And eventualy she shows herself in all her shadowy, by now terrifying intangible glory. The one calling in actualy soiled himself as she recalled, as she had phased up throught the floor then the table upon which they had gathered to preparing for a big drug deal. They had the money... She HAS it. The one on the phone has been smart and turned himself in. He was calling from the state Mental Institiution.
Kitty could also hear in the background outside her door was the voices of two young boys who had been returning from a late-night 7-Eleven run. They were at the top of the stairs when Kitty had phased throught the door. They stood there with their mouths agape for a minute before one turned to his friend. "Dude... your house is haunted!"
Kitty can't help from the silance following if the kids are freaked, think idea is cool, or are mearly still standing in the hallway trying to detirmine that themselves. This could be a problum. one kid could be told they just saw wrong in the dim light and the excitement of the Halloween season, but two would be a little harder to deny.
Most places, there would be a bit of a nip in the crisp autumn air. Not so in Las Vegas. Highs in the mid-80's even in late October.
As Kitty closed up from work the warm glow of the Strip becconed her. But she resisted. She was no fool such opulant hotels wern't build with the idea of people walking OUT with money. She would go out with friends from time to time, sure, but she was no habbitual gambler. But it didn't hurt to cruise the strip in her sporty convertable on the way home in those wee hours of the morning. The traffic was light that time of night as Kitty cruised along the neon lit Blvd. That's when it happened one of the casino's customers had a few too many complimentary coctails as he staggers off the sidewalk and into the street. There was no way Kitty could stop so she did the only thing she could, She phased the car. As it cruised throught the would-be street pizza, Kitty gives him a dirty look. Hopefuly he'll take the hint and sober-up.
As she fumbles with her keys, her werryness and an empty hall get the best of her and she simply phases through the door dropping the keys in the dish on the coffee table before flopping down on the couch and allowing her aching feet to phase free of the stuffy boots. As she streached out with an exhausted groan, something wet ticked along her bare feet.
"Ewww.. Lockheed, how many times do I have to tell you, buddy? It's only CALLED toe jam." Kitty grumbles. "C'mere."
As Kitty reaches her arms out, the small purple dragon swoops into them As Kitty scratches gently under Lockheed's chin they both drift slowly off to sleep as Coast to Coast AM plays softly on the radio.
It was a special night on Coast to Coast. Art Bell himself was back guest hosting on the show he founded and Art was in a spooky mood that night was to be a special edition of Coast to Coast AM, it was to be GHOST to GHOST AM! As Kitty lay there listening to people relating their experiances with things that go bump in the night a faint smile crosses her face as a caller relates an experiance she knew herself from a different point of view. It was the voice of one of the gang members she had raided a few weeks back. They had been holed-up in an old abandoned house. a somewhat spooky enviroment to begin with before the Shadowcat began playing with their minds. Footsteps on the second floor where she can quickly phase out a wall should any come to investigate. Whispers from the shadows. And eventualy she shows herself in all her shadowy, by now terrifying intangible glory. The one calling in actualy soiled himself as she recalled, as she had phased up throught the floor then the table upon which they had gathered to preparing for a big drug deal. They had the money... She HAS it. The one on the phone has been smart and turned himself in. He was calling from the state Mental Institiution.
Kitty could also hear in the background outside her door was the voices of two young boys who had been returning from a late-night 7-Eleven run. They were at the top of the stairs when Kitty had phased throught the door. They stood there with their mouths agape for a minute before one turned to his friend. "Dude... your house is haunted!"
Kitty can't help from the silance following if the kids are freaked, think idea is cool, or are mearly still standing in the hallway trying to detirmine that themselves. This could be a problum. one kid could be told they just saw wrong in the dim light and the excitement of the Halloween season, but two would be a little harder to deny.
