Post by theboyinadress on Apr 17, 2015 4:19:51 GMT -6
"Heh Mister, 'Ah'm stuck..." Peggy Powler said in the hot darkness of her captivity "...Me-shoulders are jammed" she added
with a grunt. Whoever he was -Peggy thought with a frown, he was going to see her naked backside due to her upside-down
position.
The Witch had been enjoying a tranquil trip across heavens laced with smoldering stars and heart-aching nebulae.
Hues and pastels that soothed the soul floated with her and all was well.
Then... Peggy found herself topsy-turvy and fastened in a vice. The heat told her that she was finally in Hades and surely,
the voice of a stranger was Old Nick -himself.
"Doomed AND buggered!" she rasped to herself.
Jacob Waltz slid down the crater wall and wondered if the old-gal bearing her family jewels was a ghost too.
He had wandered this part of the United States since his mishap with the pickaxe and even though he'd eventually came to
understand that he had died, Jake felt a little peeved that he hadn't been invited to Heaven yet.
After waiting ten years for some winged-gent with flowing hair to escort upstairs, the Miner who had discovered, excavated
and reburied twenty-eight tons of decent-quality gold, came to accept that he was just another spook wandering the ghost
towns of Arizona.
"Yar've gotcha self stuck between a rock and a hard-place, Ma'am" Jake chirped easily as he focused on grabbing the bruised
legs thrashing around in front of him. He had automatically reached out for one of the bare limbs and was genuinely shocked
to find that he could touch the Witch's leg. "Hold still will yer'? -by golly" he advised tersely.
Jacob was German, but in the days that he had been alive and scoured the desert for his fortune, the many fellow-miners that
he had met always believed he was Dutch. After many bar-room brawls and subterranean arguing, Jacob -now Jake, let the
truth of his nationality slide.
He was the Dutchman.
Peggy breathed in deeply and let the stranger pull her out. The idea that the unknown voice belonging to scarlet-skinned
devil with a black heart faded from the Witch's thoughts as the darkness gave away to light and she landed with a 'umph' on
the crater floor. "You okay?" Jake asked from his own position in the dirt.
She was no longer in Bogul County, that was for sure. The sun that roared it's heat upon the little woman pulling her poncho
down to hide her body, was different. It was closer.
"Did ah' do this...?" Peggy asked hoarsely, staring around at the surroundings. The hole seemed to to be big enough to hold
any of the villages she had visited. "...'Ah mean, did 'ah really do all this?"
Jake stood up and patted the dust from his pants, the idea that ghosts didn't interact with the real world was a crock
-he thought, wiping away the dirt from his sweating brow. After surveying the assumed-destruction, Peggy scrutinised the
man who had pulled her out of her trap.
He was around sixty-years old -the Witch guessed, he wore a weather-faded shirt and mole-skin trousers. Jake's boots
were well-worn and the grey-haired man with a chin of whiskers also sported a badly-dented hat. The headwear was
something that rang a bell with the woman getting to her feet, she didn't have one and in this heat, that was a negative.
"Ma' name is Jacob Waltz, Ma'am and 'ah'm an engineer" the smiling man introduced himself and put out a hand in a
greeting. Peggy tilted her head and screwed her eyes half-closed, her thought-processes told her otherwise.
"Yer' a specter, me-lad and divna' try to fool ole' Peggy" she said curtly and dismissing the crestfallen look of her savior,
she began to estimate her way out of the hole.
The diagonal walls didn't look easy to scale she mused, but set-off to try anyway.
Jake suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the upper-arms of the stunted stranger and closed his eyes.
He hated doing this. He hated the rush of blackness through his soul and he detested the taste of copper in his mouth.
But to be able to appear and disappear in any location was one of the benefits of being a incorporeal being and if it
meant that from time-to-time, you had to endure the sickening feeling in your stomach, then so be it.
They weren't his rules.
The sickening feeling he was enduring right now wasn't because of his abiity to jaunt from one place to another, it was
because on their arrival on the concrete balcony of the Visitor's Centre, Peggy had deemed it correct to thrust her knee
into Jake's privates.
"Yer' dirty bugger!" she exclaimed immediately on their appearance and then as it dawned on the bruised and bashed
woman of Underhill of what had occurred, she added "Whey ah'll be...?" and didn't finish her comment.
Jake smiled weakly and held himself, the wonders of being beyond the veil would seem to never fail him during his time
as a ghost and feeling his stomach lurch again, he sought comfort in the cool corridor nearby.
Peggy stepped into the air-conditioned passageway and almost fainted at the relaxing feel of the cool air. The soft flooring
made her bare toes flex in their enjoyment of the chilly atmosphere and she forced herself not to lift her poncho high.
"Where are we spook?" she asked distantly and pulled the neck-opening of her cover and smiled contentedly.
Jake's breathing had eased and in the shadowed space, he gathered himself and attempted to explain.
with a grunt. Whoever he was -Peggy thought with a frown, he was going to see her naked backside due to her upside-down
position.
The Witch had been enjoying a tranquil trip across heavens laced with smoldering stars and heart-aching nebulae.
Hues and pastels that soothed the soul floated with her and all was well.
Then... Peggy found herself topsy-turvy and fastened in a vice. The heat told her that she was finally in Hades and surely,
the voice of a stranger was Old Nick -himself.
"Doomed AND buggered!" she rasped to herself.
Jacob Waltz slid down the crater wall and wondered if the old-gal bearing her family jewels was a ghost too.
He had wandered this part of the United States since his mishap with the pickaxe and even though he'd eventually came to
understand that he had died, Jake felt a little peeved that he hadn't been invited to Heaven yet.
After waiting ten years for some winged-gent with flowing hair to escort upstairs, the Miner who had discovered, excavated
and reburied twenty-eight tons of decent-quality gold, came to accept that he was just another spook wandering the ghost
towns of Arizona.
"Yar've gotcha self stuck between a rock and a hard-place, Ma'am" Jake chirped easily as he focused on grabbing the bruised
legs thrashing around in front of him. He had automatically reached out for one of the bare limbs and was genuinely shocked
to find that he could touch the Witch's leg. "Hold still will yer'? -by golly" he advised tersely.
Jacob was German, but in the days that he had been alive and scoured the desert for his fortune, the many fellow-miners that
he had met always believed he was Dutch. After many bar-room brawls and subterranean arguing, Jacob -now Jake, let the
truth of his nationality slide.
He was the Dutchman.
Peggy breathed in deeply and let the stranger pull her out. The idea that the unknown voice belonging to scarlet-skinned
devil with a black heart faded from the Witch's thoughts as the darkness gave away to light and she landed with a 'umph' on
the crater floor. "You okay?" Jake asked from his own position in the dirt.
She was no longer in Bogul County, that was for sure. The sun that roared it's heat upon the little woman pulling her poncho
down to hide her body, was different. It was closer.
"Did ah' do this...?" Peggy asked hoarsely, staring around at the surroundings. The hole seemed to to be big enough to hold
any of the villages she had visited. "...'Ah mean, did 'ah really do all this?"
Jake stood up and patted the dust from his pants, the idea that ghosts didn't interact with the real world was a crock
-he thought, wiping away the dirt from his sweating brow. After surveying the assumed-destruction, Peggy scrutinised the
man who had pulled her out of her trap.
He was around sixty-years old -the Witch guessed, he wore a weather-faded shirt and mole-skin trousers. Jake's boots
were well-worn and the grey-haired man with a chin of whiskers also sported a badly-dented hat. The headwear was
something that rang a bell with the woman getting to her feet, she didn't have one and in this heat, that was a negative.
"Ma' name is Jacob Waltz, Ma'am and 'ah'm an engineer" the smiling man introduced himself and put out a hand in a
greeting. Peggy tilted her head and screwed her eyes half-closed, her thought-processes told her otherwise.
"Yer' a specter, me-lad and divna' try to fool ole' Peggy" she said curtly and dismissing the crestfallen look of her savior,
she began to estimate her way out of the hole.
The diagonal walls didn't look easy to scale she mused, but set-off to try anyway.
Jake suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the upper-arms of the stunted stranger and closed his eyes.
He hated doing this. He hated the rush of blackness through his soul and he detested the taste of copper in his mouth.
But to be able to appear and disappear in any location was one of the benefits of being a incorporeal being and if it
meant that from time-to-time, you had to endure the sickening feeling in your stomach, then so be it.
They weren't his rules.
The sickening feeling he was enduring right now wasn't because of his abiity to jaunt from one place to another, it was
because on their arrival on the concrete balcony of the Visitor's Centre, Peggy had deemed it correct to thrust her knee
into Jake's privates.
"Yer' dirty bugger!" she exclaimed immediately on their appearance and then as it dawned on the bruised and bashed
woman of Underhill of what had occurred, she added "Whey ah'll be...?" and didn't finish her comment.
Jake smiled weakly and held himself, the wonders of being beyond the veil would seem to never fail him during his time
as a ghost and feeling his stomach lurch again, he sought comfort in the cool corridor nearby.
Peggy stepped into the air-conditioned passageway and almost fainted at the relaxing feel of the cool air. The soft flooring
made her bare toes flex in their enjoyment of the chilly atmosphere and she forced herself not to lift her poncho high.
"Where are we spook?" she asked distantly and pulled the neck-opening of her cover and smiled contentedly.
Jake's breathing had eased and in the shadowed space, he gathered himself and attempted to explain.