??? THE STREETS - WEST DENNY

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Hi ho, hi ho..."

Yup.
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[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti busied herself busily.

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Above the two, an assortment of pinatas and balloons regaled them. There were all sorts but one stood out as being a little less cheery than the others.

To Kenny's eyes there appeared to be twisted legs floating above an aisle. They looked to be almost hanging in midair. A ceiling ghost?

To those with a clearer perception, it was just couple of long beige deflated balloons tied together. Possibly it used to resemble some mammal? It was hard to tell. When Patti looked down again she noticed an odd movement into the costume area.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti reached into her pouch for a flare. She hadn't heard the scuffling or moaning of zombies, so she was thinking ghosts. She lit it up and held it in front of her as she went to check out the suspicious movement.

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The flare softly fizzled in the dim light casting its pink glow on the garish costumes. Patti was greeted by a whole of lot of shiny nylon and other flammable matriels. This could easily go south if she wasn't careful. The sounds of Micah going through costumes and softly murmuring to himself could be heard from further in.

Reaching the children's aisle a small figure skipped along, weaving in and out of the aisle moving towards Micah's murmurs. It turned slightly and gave Patti a sad small smile. It was a young girl, her hair platted down her back. She wore a blue pinafore and shiny red shoes that almost seemed to melt into the floor. A soft glow emenated from her skin and clothes. A dark stain glistened wet on her shoulder.

She seemed to pause for a second mouthing something unintelligible before continuing her skip towards Micah.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti pursued the ghost, trying to get at it with the flare.

"Micah! Ghost coming behind you!"

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the store, Kenny was trying to stomp out the fire he had started on those evil balloons.

Kenny-
"Jesusfuckin'christ!"

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By some sheer miracle, none of the nylon burst into flames despite a couple of close calls. Some of the costumes were smoking hot though, metaphorically. Patti followed the ghost in a tour of the area culminating at the very last aisle, which held the the murmuring Australian. She was having little luck flaming the ghost.



Micah had been stuffing the last spaces of his bag with the feather boas. He figured they would pretty much turn any fucking costume into something 1920's themed. People wore that shit all the time then. All the fucking time.

Feathers were getting everywhere. He was spitting some out when he heard Patti call.

He turned...too late and got a face full of ghost.



A feeling like the worst hangover overcame him and he dropped to the floor cascading into the feather boa stand in a small cloud of feathers. He couldn't move a single bone in his body and would have started hyperventilating, if he could.



The ghost girl stood stock still as if almost shocked at her own effect. She turned to Patti with big questioning doe eyes. She reached out tentatively.

Now's the time Patti, roll to kill that ghost dead, again.


Back in Kenny's half of the store, the fire was putting up a weak fight. It was definitely creating a funky arse smell.

The few balloons that had escaped the flames hung from the ceiling judgmentally. Especially a pink poodle.

[Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse]

Patti jabbed at the little girl with her flare.

"Bedtime, kiddo!"

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The little girl went up in a flamy swirl to her bedtime. A few feathers caught alight in the process but they fizzled out leaving a horrid burnt smell. The whole place was beginning to smell pretty bad, damp, mould and burnt crap did not make for an optimum smell combo. Was there burnt hair smell in there too?

“Shitfuck!”

Micah had regained control but his movements were stunted and kinda scarecrowish. He was attempting to move pretty quickly too, as there was a disturbing hotspot on his left leg. He racked his brain for all that crap about distinguishing flames. Then he stopped, dropped and rolled that shit. Ruining quite a few feather boas in the process. The place looked like a colourful parrot had been fried on the floor.

Micah stood up. His jeans now had an unattractive black stained hole in the side, but his frail flesh had been saved from the flames. The boas in the backpack also remain undamaged. Fuck yeah.

“Uh thanks, do you reckon we have enough crap now? We don't want to be weighed down on the way back...Er where the fuck is Kenny?”

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Kenny-
"Feelin' like a jackass. 'Sup?"

He stepped carefully over some debris, and hoped the burned rubber didn't mask any more ghost scent.

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“Err nothing much, just burnt a fucking hole through my jeans. Now I'll have to scrounge up another fucking pair, them's the breaks. Stupid bloody ghost. Eh, oh right, do you guys reckon we have enough shit? Should we head back now or what?”

A soft moaning came from outside the shop. A few zombies had worked themselves around the cars and stared hungrily through front the windows towards the three.Yup, it was probably a good time to scamper.


((I'm ready to call in as finished unless Brett as anything he wants to add or whatnot. ))

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Sounds like they outtie! Good show!