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Post by carly mcelroy on Feb 25, 2008 19:56:38 GMT -5
{ carly mcelroy } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'cause if you jump i will jump too. Carly returned Cash's laugh with a grin. "They make a map of the boiler rooms?" She asked, slightly disbelieving. That was kind of weird. Although it was probably necessary for all the employees - they did need to know all the ins and outs of the ship, just in case of an emergency. Glancing back at the light of the stairs they had just descended, Carly shrugged. There probably wasn't a good chance of them getting lost in the first place, mainly because it wouldn't be that hard to find a flight of stairs, and if they found a flight of stairs then the chances were that they were going to find a way out. "We could always ask the ghosts for directions. I'm sure some of them are very nice." You know, 'cause most ghosts would be nice after brutal deaths by doors and submarines smashing into boats.
She shrugged, brushing her bangs out of her face. "I don't know. It's more of a... I don't feel comfortable being in places where people have died, y'know?" Shivering slightly, she tugged on the sleeve of her shirt. "Yeah, and my parents would probably be a little disappointed." She added with a cheeky grin. "It would be a huge buzz kill for our family vacation." Laughing lightly, she ran her hand through her hair, narrowing her eyes at the other staircase leading downstairs. Really, she didn't want to go any farther - one flight of stairs down into a dank basement was good enough for her. And if they went down any further it would just get darker and danker. Not much fun. Carly would never actually admit to the fact of being scared, though. She was much too proud for that.
Carly grinned, mumbling a small 'yay!'. "Okay, let me think." She murmured, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Cut-throat ethics of years of slumber parties made her want to jump right in, getting down and deep into the psyche of Cash. It was usually the way things went at parties - you went right for the dirt to make people squirm. But she figured that knowing all the dirt on Cash wouldn't really help her out all that much here. They were on a cruise, not in high school. "Okay, I'll start you off easy: Most embarrassing that ever happened to you?"
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Post by cash kennedy on Feb 25, 2008 20:47:19 GMT -5
"Yeah they have them for the staff members. I'm not even sure if passengers are really allowed down here." He shrugged, oh well they hadn't run into anybody so what they didn't know didn't hurt them. He knew a few staff members had them whenever they needed to come down here and check things, it was much easier to find exactly what they needed to check on the map. Not to mention it was less time spent down here just getting lost. Cash had seen the maps a few times when he'd first started working here. But he'd just glanced over the lower levels a few times but never enough to memorize any information about them. "You can ask them, I'm sure they'll be more likely to help a pretty girl than me. They probably haven't seen a pretty girl in a while."
He nodded in agreement,"I understand. I can't even go into a cemetery without being a little creeped out." The last time he'd gone into a cemetery he'd been forced to step over gravestones as the paths were a little overgrown the only way out of the cemetary was to go through the paths with the old graves along them. Every time he had to step on a grave he had muttered an apology. After all, he figured if he was dead he would be quite upset if somebody had stepped on his grave without apologizing. And the last thing Cash wanted was some spirit to be pissed off at him. "That wouldn't be the best way to spend your vacation at all." He laughed slightly, though the echoes off the steel walls was a bit creepy. Just being stuck in between these two options of darkness and even more darkness was awkward. His imagination was getting to him as they stood in between them. It was horrible, he could just imagine all the things that could come out of the darkness. And those things were horrible things to imagine. But as she asked him the first Truth question, he managed to get a little distracted which was good. Very good since he didn't want to have any images of any ghosts or anything coming out at them as they stood there.
"The most embarrassing thing...would be the time I was on a plane and for some reason I put up the armrest so I could sleep on it and I forgot that I had it up so when I turned around to talk to my brother I hit myself in the eye. I had a black eye for like a week." That had been horrible, he had to explain to everyone how he got a black eye. It had been probably the lamest way to get a black eye ever. "Alright so my turn. Um..name the three of the worst things you've ever done." Cash was never good at those Truth questions but he figured it was a good question to start off with.
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Post by carly mcelroy on Feb 25, 2008 21:53:40 GMT -5
{ carly mcelroy } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'cause if you jump i will jump too. "Ah, so we're rebelling? Very nice, very nice." Rebelling was something that Carly had done very little of: that was her brother's job. He had that typical frat boy attitude, drinking the nights away and showing up at home, hungover, the next morning. He was probably the reason why Carly had stayed away from such things, after watching her brother being brought home by the cops numerous times, getting out of sticky situations by the skin of his teeth. Now, don't get me wrong. Carly wasn't a saint, she did fool around and party a bit, but not nearly as much as Marcus did when he was her age. Moderation was the big thing with Carly. Mainly, she hated that totally out of control feeling you got when you were drunk. She hated being out of control. A laugh slipped passed her lips and she playfully shoved Cash. "Mhmm, I'm sure that's exactly what they've missed most in life, pretty girls." She chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "But what about all them girlies who died down here? I mean, I know I'm hot, but I don't think I'm able to turn some long dead ghosts lesbian." Carly winked, flicking some hair over her shoulder. "Though, that would be pretty freaking cool, if I do say so myself."
Carly smiled at his understanding. It was always nice to know what someone felt the same way about dead people as she did, though her feelings probably weren't uncommon. "Hospitals are bad, too. And funeral homes." Funeral homes were especially bad, with the bodies on display for everyone to see. Carly had felt especially awkward when her grandfather had died - her grandmother had been a mess, crying and carrying on over the casket, kissing her grandfather's embalmed corpse. It sent shivers down her spine just thinking about it. "Definitely not, death is not the way to go. Living is good. I like being alive on vacations." Shuffling her feet, Carly edged a little closer to the stair well, jerking her head in its direction. "Are we going to head down? Or just stand here talking?" The latter was perfectly alright with Carly. Standing here and talking was good. The whole... exploring the boiler room had seemed like a good idea when she was bored out of her mind, but now that she was actually in the boiler room... she much preferred the idea of sitting around the pool and talking. It was much cheerier.
Carly gave a big, appreciative belly laugh at Cash's answer. "Man, that is just fantastic." Black eye by arm rest? She wished something like that happened to her brother. It would have been fantastic to hold over his head: ammo for when Carly was pissed off at him and he was traipsing around with another girl attached to his arm. It would be simple, really, for her just to bring up an old memory of an arm rest giving him a black eye. It would be ridiculously easy, not to mention fun. It would be like stripping Marcus of his manhood, something she hadn't been able to do since she wore out all her other embarrassing stories. "Jeez, that's a toughie." Carly replied, clicking her tongue against her teeth, her mind rolling through all her memories, trying to pick out the worst things she'd ever done. "Okay, the stuff I feel most guilty about would be.. uhmm. Okay, I've got one. Once, when I was five or six, I broke one of my mom's vases. It was in a room I wasn't allowed in, but I was in it anyway 'cause I didn't care. And when my mom found out, she scared the pants off of me, so I blamed it on my nanny and she got fired." She was sure that every kid at her private school back home had one of those stories, but she couldn't vouch for their guilt. "And I cheated on a huge test last year. I'd stayed up late watching a marathon of Giligan's Island and didn't study, and I panicked during the test and just snuck peeks at this girl's paper." The girl clucked her tongue again, searching her mind for another memory of something she had done. There were a few worse, but she didn't feel like sharing those, not yet, anyway. Most of them were bratty things she had done, which she wasn't proud of, and really didn't want to trot out when she first met a guy. "And lastly... a party freshman year. It was probably one of those first times I like... really drank. I was completely out of it, and I ended up making out with one of my brother's friends. Who had a girlfriend and pretty much saw it all. It was pretty mortifying."
A moment later, Carly couldn't help but chuckle at her lame 'worst things you've ever done.' "As you can tell, I'm quite the rebel." She said sarcastically, grinning up at Cash. "Same question. What are the three worst things you've ever done?"
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Post by cash kennedy on Feb 25, 2008 23:23:37 GMT -5
"Of course, its always nice to go against the rules a little." He grinned, he loved going against them. Though he rarely did it around here, however it was fun to at least bend the rules a little when others were around. Cash wasn't a saint, he knew it but he tried to seem as innocent as possible sometimes. Innocence made everything a lot easier, however his usual bad boy carefree attitude did make people think otherwise. He had done things in the past and he still did a few things now, but he was a pretty decent guy who would rather have good clean innocent fun than do anything truly horrible. "If I was ghost and hadn't seen anything alive and gorgeous in a while, I'd definitely be coming out of the walls right now. Besides those girl ghosts may be nice, but alive is better than dead anyways." He couldn't imagine other ghosts thinking other ghosts were attractive, what would they do all day? After all they'd been dead for more than thirty years now, surely you would get sick of another ghost by now.
"Hospitals and cemetery's are the worst for me. My brother made me drive him to something where they were filming a movie and they had us be there at five in the morning and we had to sit around in the car until they were ready and it was still dark outside." That had been horrible. With his brother's constant banter and then the thought of being in a cemetery while it was still incredibly dark out...it was plain hell. "Yeah I like living. Its nice and very pleasant. Plus I'd rather not die on a ship." Walking over to the top of the staircase that led down, he looked over reluctantly as if in fear that there was something down there. "You want to go down there? It looks a little dark." A little? Okay understatement right there, it looked really dark and he really didn't want to die by falling down the stairs or anything like that.
Yes his black eye story was one of his most embarrassing moments. It was between that one and the time he'd been trying to talk to his brothers while looking down at his feet and then miraculously managed to trip over his own feet while doing so. Cash was rather uncoordinated at times. On more than one occasion he'd run into large heavy objects that were clearly visible. Listening to her replies, wow she wasn't that much of a good girl after all. It was surprising, though it didn't seem like that much bad stuff anyways. Thinking about what he'd done that was bad, he paused for a moment before saying. "When I was little my brothers and I would throw things at eachother and my older brother threw a high heeled shoe at me and gave me a black eye so I threw a rock at him and he had to get stitches." Yeah that was just one of the many injuries him and his brothers had given eachother. All of them together in a room was a safety hazard most of the time. "Let's see...I told some fifty year old lady to fuck off once..that was pretty bad." Yeah the consequences of that had been his mother yelling at him and telling him that he should be more polite. But he'd just told her to tell the crazy old lady to stuff it. "Umm...I got really really drunk once at my cousin's wedding and all the way home I saw oldies rock music in the back of the car. Oh and that same day I almost hit some guy with a tennis racket." He really didn't have too many horrible events like cheating on anybody and stuff like that. He was pretty faithful and rarely did he go up to a girl and ten minutes late end up making out with her.
He looked around the place and said as he thought of another question,"What is the stupidest thing you've done on your own free will?" That was always a fun question, he always loved to hear the answers that came out of that one.
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Post by carly mcelroy on Feb 27, 2008 23:44:36 GMT -5
{ carly mcelroy } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'cause if you jump i will jump too. Carly grinned. "So does that mean you fit into the class of boys who you don't want to take home to your parents? Or do you have that double sided personality that parents love?" The majority of the boys in her class fit into that class, much like her older brother. They acted like complete jerks for the most part, but once an adult (of a respectable standing) was around, they were complete gentlemen. There were a few, however, that Carly knew that were complete sweethearts all the time. And those people were Carly's (and probably most other girls') favourite. A laugh slipped passed Carly's lips and she nodded. "Oh yeah, if I've been dead for forty plus years, that's definitely what would be on my mind." This was said with a solemn expression, one she actually managed to hold before bursting into a small fit of giggles. Like I said, Carly was a bit of a skeptic when it came to the afterlife, but she didn't have trouble believing that if there was, the ghosts were trying to find love - with each other.
She was a hopeless romantic like that.
A wince was visible as Cash told his story. "That's brutal." She replied, tentatively dropping his hand and approaching the top of the stairs. She peered down into the darkness, chuckling slightly. "Yeah, I think dying in your sleep is the best way to go. No suffering, no pain." It really was the easiest way. Carly for one would die that way if she had the ability to choose, but she wouldn't suffer before hand. She wouldn't get sick and make her family watch her die. That would be just as brutal as getting hit by a car. Plus, having to go through the pain of slowly withering away until she couldn't live anymore was depressing. Her opinion would probably change by the time that she actually got to that point in her life, but for now, she was going to die in her sleep. Randomly. That was good. "I will follow you into the dark." She singsonged cheesily, plopping herself down on the top of the stairs. "I think here is good. We probably should have brought a light or something."
Carly listened to Cash's story with an amused smile, offering the occasional commentary - like a "Well, you're going straight to hell." and a laugh when he informed her that he had told an old lady to eff off. His stories were fairly entertaining, giving her a glimpse at the comedy that probably surrounded Cash in his life off the ship. Amusing people were always good to associate with, they had good stories. They also showed that they'd be able to be the butt of a joke, which was usually a good thing around Carly. "Hmm..." The finger was backing, tapping thoughtfully against her lips as she considered her answer to Cash's question. Honestly, she couldn't really think about anything right off the top of her head. Until... "Putting my tongue on an ice covered pole thing in the winter when I was about... seven." Technically, it had been a dare, but the choice to do it was completely her own. Even at seven she knew that nobody could force her to do something, and nothing would happen if she refused to do something. "It's probably a fairly common little kid thing to do, I guess. But it was really dumb. I was stuck there for like an hour 'cause they weren't sure how they could get my tongue off without like... ripping off the skin."
Looking up at Cash, Carly came out with her next question very bluntly. "Ever given it up on the first date."
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Post by cash kennedy on Feb 28, 2008 1:34:43 GMT -5
"Double sided personality, parents adore me. It may be hard to believe, but its true." It was so true, he never intended it to be like that but he just would say stuff and they'd usually like it. He followed orders from fathers and he always made an effort to talk to mothers and try and find a subject they liked. Cash was just a good guy like that, though he could be the bad boy wild child..when the parents weren't around of course. He smiled as he watched her giggle, he had to admit he found it cute when girls giggled like that. Alright some girls were quite annoying when they did it but that was when they did it 24/7 over the most annoying things.
He couldn't help but look down into the darkness again, it made him somewhat curious about what could be down there. But there was no way in hell he was going down there without a light. He didn't want to fall down stairs or run into something he didn't want to run into. Nodding at her comment,"Exact, dying in your sleep sounds like that best way to go." Much better than dying on a ship or anything else. No wonder why these spirits weren't too friendly, he wouldn't be happy either if he had died on a ship in some horrible way. Sitting down beside her on the stairs, he glanced back down into the dark and then said,"Yeah a light would've been good." He had a lighter with him but that was about it. And a lighter wouldn't do that much good down there.
"Yeah I know. But hell always has a party and it sounds more fun." He had no idea what he'd do in heaven, its not like anybody did anything fun. Did all dogs go to heaven? Would that make it happy for all the people that were allergic to dogs or hated dogs? He didn't think he'd like it much there. He could just imagine hell being a giant party with all the old dead rock stars like Jim Morrison and Sid Vicious.
Thinking about it, of all the girls he'd dated he didn't think he ever had. Shaking his head he said,"Nope, never have." He was a good boy like that, his parents had taught him to be a proper gentleman. And although he didn't mind kissing on a first date he didn't go that much farther. "Same question." He asked simply he was somewhat curious. It was pretty fun getting to know somebody this way.
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Post by carly mcelroy on Mar 2, 2008 0:49:11 GMT -5
{ carly mcelroy } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'cause if you jump i will jump too. "Well, at least you've got that straight." The guys who acted like jerks all the time were the worst. It was bad enough that you were a jerk to someone in the first place, but being a jerk to their parents just seemed to cross a line that Carly thought was better left un-crossed. After all, parents were your elders and you weren't supposed to be rude to your elders. That was one of the first lessons that had been drilled into Carly, along with ways to act politely in public. No tantrums were to be thrown, unless they were the in the privacy of their own home when company was not around. Tantrums in front of people would not be tolerated. Rudeness in front of people were not to be tolerated. The Mcelroys were all about keeping up appearances. So, if you were a complete slob it was alright, as long as it was in the privacy of the home when company was around. If not, you were acting like a good member of society with a whitened smile and a proper outfit. Nothing else mattered, really.
Carly grinned. "Finally, someone who agrees with me!" She cried, throwing her hands up in the air for a little celebration. It wasn't necessary, but it was fun. Plus, a little celebrating never hurt anyone. Especially when it was about finally meeting someone who had the same view on death. As morbid as that sounded. Everyone else she knew wanted to die in glory, be murdered or something like that, so their death could get a lot of news coverage. That would not be something Carly enjoyed in the least. A quiet, private death was best. "I really don't see the allure in getting stabbed in the heart or anything." She glanced at Cash as he sat down, shooting him a smile. "We totally should have planned this out more." Carly said with a laugh, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. Spontaneous was good, but planning out the spontaneous was even better. That, nothing about being spontaneous would go wrong - even if that was a huge oxy moron.
"Well, duh." Carly answered with a playful roll of the eyes. Really, if there was an after life, you would want to go to an after life party, even if that meant going to hell. Plus, it was always warm down there, which was good. And would be a huge change from the New Yorkness she was used to. Even without the amounts of snow most people got, New York still got damn cold in the winter and Carly couldn't really say she enjoyed it without blatantly lying. And Carly really wasn't a blatant liar.
The girl's head shook instantly. "Nope." Truthfully, she hadn't given it up at all yet. Carly was among the grouping of girls who didn't see the point in sleeping around. She truly believed in waiting for the right person, even if that meant waiting until her wedding night. It wasn't really a religious thing (for Carly wasn't that religious at all) it was just a life choice, just like she had chosen to eat meat and take AP classes so she could go to a good school and get a good career. But Cash didn't need to know that, and she wasn't required to answer it, either. It wasn't part of the question and it was therefore, safe information. Biting down on her lip, Carly tried to come up with a good question. The ball was in her court now and it had to be good. "Okay, what's the worst thing you've ever done to another person?"
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Post by cash kennedy on Mar 2, 2008 14:06:45 GMT -5
Cash had been taught to be the proper gentleman, well in public anyways. He could be quite wild when he wasn't in front of a lot of people. His parents had made him take the Cotillian classes when he was younger, that had been pretty horrible. But it had taught him some proper etiquette, though he'd never tell anybody that.
How horrible would it be to be murdered, just the whole fear of dying and then dying and then being taken to a place hopefully never to be found again. It was just so gruesome to think about doing all that just for a year of press coverage. "Neither do I. It would quite a painful death, plus after you die you usually get dragged into some dark place where nobody would find you. I'd rather just die a nice quiet death." Looking back down the stairs, he wondered if they should go down a bit further just for fun. But he was trying to push that idea out of his head. "Yeah definitely. A flashlight and a map would've been two good things to have." Most definitley two things to have when coming down here. On second thought as he looked down the stairs a second time, yeah he wouldn't to go down there without both of those things. There was no way in hell he'd be exploring those parts of the ship without a good flashlight and maybe a map.
The worst thing he had ever done to another person. That was hard, he was a good kid most of the time. It wasn't like he'd ever intentionally done anything bad to anybody. "Um..the worst thing I have ever done to anybody would be...um... this one time my friends and I stole my other friend's car keys and made a copy of them. And we all went out to dinner and one of us went out to the car to get something and went and parked the car somewhere else and came back. And then when we all went to the car my friend got all freaked out because his car wasn't there." That was just the beginning of that story but it had been probably one of the worst things he'd done. "Alright..what is the craziest thing you have ever done because somebody dared you to do it?" Cash had never done anything truely bad when he'd been dared, well as far as he could remember.
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Post by carly mcelroy on Mar 2, 2008 17:40:45 GMT -5
{ carly mcelroy } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'cause if you jump i will jump too. "And decomposed into soup." Carly said with a nod, focusing her eyes into the darkness. She remembered reading the newspaper a couple days before she left for the cruise and there was an article about an old woman who had died and had been left undiscovered in her house for almost two months and she had literally started to melt. They needed to use bags to get her out of the house. She had almost thrown up in her non-fat yogurt at that point. That would be brutal. The woman had probably died in her sleep, and no one had discovered her. Carly hoped that that would never happen to her. She would not like to be turned into Carly Soup. "Not a pleasant way to go." Sighing, she leaned back on her hands. She shivered, feeling eerie in the dark. The faint light from the hallways wasn't very pleasant at all. Actually, it was giving her a bit of a headache. The dull light wasn't enough to keep her eyes happy at all. "Maybe some food, too. I'm pretty hungry right now. I want some french fries. Or a hamburger. A hamburger sounds really good right now, don't you think?"
Carly laughed, shaking her head slightly. "That is pretty mean." The opportunity for a prank like that had never really been an option for Carly and her friends. Living in New York, she hadn't really cared about getting her driver's license when she turned sixteen. She didn't really need one - everywhere she went she could either get there by walking or the subway. That was the life she enjoyed. it felt very independent, something that Carly really enjoyed. She hated having to depend on someone else to get around. Plus, she had a fear of cars. She hated driving, hated being driven somewhere. It made her nauseous, just like traveling by planes did. The only transportation Carly had ever been comfortable on was the train - and now, a boat. Though she did get slightly sea sick from time to time, but that had more to do with the overpowering stench of the salt water than anything else.
"The craziest thing I've done because of a dare." Carly repeated, placing her hands in her lap and fidgeting with them. That was a tough one. Truth or Dare had been a constant component in her life for a time, playing continuous game with her friends for the better part of three years. Even now, they still got bored and would just pop out with a random dare just to spice a boring afternoon up. They really had to much time on their hands and not enough productive work to keep them occupied. "You mean, other than sticking my tongue to a frozen pole?" She asked with a laugh. Mentally she was scrolling through her list of stupid moments because of dares. There had been the gross, the embarrassing and just the down right disgusting dares, but she was finding it difficult to pick out the worst. The time she flashed one of her friends' brother during a sleepover? Nah, that was mild, kid stuff. "Oh! Okay, it's not really that bad, but it resulted in me suffering. A lot. Okay, so my friend decided it would be fun to make a pizza one night. So we have the dough or whatever, and we're trying to figure out what to put on it and she decides we should put a little bit of everything in her fridge onto it. When it was done, she dared me to actually eat some of it. I was sick for like... a week. It was brutal."
She looked over at Cash, smiling and trying to come up with his next question. It was getting harder and harder to come up with these things, and she was already starting to lose interest in the game. She sighed, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "Describe your worst date ever." Carly said, for lack of anything better. She really was reaching now.
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