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paixaorpg2007-02-22 05:29 pm
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The White Ghost of Paradisio Hospital [Completed]
Character(s): Betelgeuse
Content: B.J torments the poor patients resting in Paradisio Hospital for a little fun.
Setting: Paradisio Hospital [M4]
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Ghost on the loose.
Through the hallway he slithered, like a venomous snake slowly going in for the kill. Although he did not exactly hiss like one, the sharp snickers escaping him could easily be considered at least some from of hiss. His slouched body straightened out as he reached up into one of the black boxes hanging from the hospital rooms door. With a ghostly pale hand he removed the folder resting inside it and began to read about the unfortunate patient behind the door.
It sounded pretty ridiculous to hear that someone like him was currently sedentary in such a place, but after some thought it actually fitted his profile perfectly. And not just because he was dead, heavens no. You see, this place was just filled with poor paixaons on their way to death row. Many of them just bout ready to hit the bucket. And, being Betelgeuse, he just couldn't resist giving these pour souls at least one last spook, perhaps the very one that would send them to their grave.
This was a golden opportunity, something he couldn't afford to skip out on. He could gather plenty of customers in the process of his hauntings. Why, perhaps there were even a few ghosts roaming about in the hospital. It wouldn't surprise him. Although he enjoyed scaring these people far better than running into other ghosts because in all due honesty, it made him feel like a child in a candy shop.
"So many different types to choose from," he said to himself, sounding almost worried at the matter. "Ooohhh, I don't know who to scare first!"
He laughed at this, greatly amused by his own antics. His laughter could be heard throughout the floor causing several glances from the professionals and patients who were currently present. But by that time, Betelgeuse had already changed his ensemble to a white smock similar to the ones he had seen the doctors there wearing. Removing a pair of glasses from the coats pocket, he shrugged at the occupants whom eventually carried on with what they had been doing before.
The deceased cleared his throat and carefully applied the glasses to his face as his bright, red, fingernails traced over the folders content. "Well then, let's see what we've got here." he said to himself, surprisingly calm in perhaps the most humble, normal, and humanly possible voice he were capable of generating.
His eyes were like a typewriter, devouring every last word until suddenly he gasped, clutching his chest where his heart could be found -assuming he had a heart, that is. He fell backwards, banging against the wall behind him in need of support. It looked as if he were having a hard time breathing, suffering from form of heart discomfort. But after he began kicking and flailing his arms, it became obvious that the ghost was merely over dramatizing.
He'd hit the mother load with this patient.
Pulling himself back onto his feet, he kissed the portfolio lovingly, then tightly embraced it. It looked as if he were about to cry out of happiness as he excitedly said "This place just keeps gettin' better and better!"
Slowly opening the unsuspecting patients door, the Bio-Exorcist quite literally threw himself into the room, slamming, and locking it shut with a soft 'click'. A small sign hung from the knob reading in big, bold letters 'Do Not Disturb', placed there by the ghost himself to insure there would be no disruptions during his handy work.
Content: B.J torments the poor patients resting in Paradisio Hospital for a little fun.
Setting: Paradisio Hospital [M4]
Time: Late evening
Warnings: Ghost on the loose.
Through the hallway he slithered, like a venomous snake slowly going in for the kill. Although he did not exactly hiss like one, the sharp snickers escaping him could easily be considered at least some from of hiss. His slouched body straightened out as he reached up into one of the black boxes hanging from the hospital rooms door. With a ghostly pale hand he removed the folder resting inside it and began to read about the unfortunate patient behind the door.
It sounded pretty ridiculous to hear that someone like him was currently sedentary in such a place, but after some thought it actually fitted his profile perfectly. And not just because he was dead, heavens no. You see, this place was just filled with poor paixaons on their way to death row. Many of them just bout ready to hit the bucket. And, being Betelgeuse, he just couldn't resist giving these pour souls at least one last spook, perhaps the very one that would send them to their grave.
This was a golden opportunity, something he couldn't afford to skip out on. He could gather plenty of customers in the process of his hauntings. Why, perhaps there were even a few ghosts roaming about in the hospital. It wouldn't surprise him. Although he enjoyed scaring these people far better than running into other ghosts because in all due honesty, it made him feel like a child in a candy shop.
"So many different types to choose from," he said to himself, sounding almost worried at the matter. "Ooohhh, I don't know who to scare first!"
He laughed at this, greatly amused by his own antics. His laughter could be heard throughout the floor causing several glances from the professionals and patients who were currently present. But by that time, Betelgeuse had already changed his ensemble to a white smock similar to the ones he had seen the doctors there wearing. Removing a pair of glasses from the coats pocket, he shrugged at the occupants whom eventually carried on with what they had been doing before.
The deceased cleared his throat and carefully applied the glasses to his face as his bright, red, fingernails traced over the folders content. "Well then, let's see what we've got here." he said to himself, surprisingly calm in perhaps the most humble, normal, and humanly possible voice he were capable of generating.
His eyes were like a typewriter, devouring every last word until suddenly he gasped, clutching his chest where his heart could be found -assuming he had a heart, that is. He fell backwards, banging against the wall behind him in need of support. It looked as if he were having a hard time breathing, suffering from form of heart discomfort. But after he began kicking and flailing his arms, it became obvious that the ghost was merely over dramatizing.
He'd hit the mother load with this patient.
Pulling himself back onto his feet, he kissed the portfolio lovingly, then tightly embraced it. It looked as if he were about to cry out of happiness as he excitedly said "This place just keeps gettin' better and better!"
Slowly opening the unsuspecting patients door, the Bio-Exorcist quite literally threw himself into the room, slamming, and locking it shut with a soft 'click'. A small sign hung from the knob reading in big, bold letters 'Do Not Disturb', placed there by the ghost himself to insure there would be no disruptions during his handy work.