forum SOMEONE GOT A GOOD PLOT? (CLOSED)

Started January 19, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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"Okay but for the love of God do not try and steal Papa's wine again." She said, giving him a look. "Seriously, drunk you is annoying, and he was pissed. I was grounded for a week. Don't."

John blushed red. "Well," he looked down. "Dad made a point of punishing me anyway," he murmured. John's dad, Henry Lawrence, was undoubtedly the antagonist of John's life.

She shook her head affectionately. "Just don't, okay? If anything, steal one of the beers my uncle leaves in the fridge. No one would notice or care."

"Okay." He laughed quietly, then left the room.

She hummed, picking up her mandolin again. ((Hey maybe when John gets back a ghost just pops up eating the reeses?))

XD yes )

John stuffed one of the cans into his yellow sweatshirt, after snatching the box of cheez-its as well. He turned and scurried back upstairs.

Lucidia plucked gently at the strings, playing "Radio Gaga" by Queen.

John opened up the door, blowing unruly strands of hair off his forehead.

((Hey @"Honey and Spearmint" are you there?))

Sorry, I was getting some needed sleep//

Iris yawned, humming allong to the music that Lucy was playing.

((It's fine lol))

"You made us feel, like we could fly." She sang, watching her strings

"Why, thank you, darling."

Lucidia screamed, loudly as she fell back. Not her proudest moment.

((The opportunity was too good to pass up sorry))

John blinked upon opening the door. "What the fuck,"

"You tell me!"

He glanced between everyone, then slowly, almost comically, shut the door and quietly snuck off.

Lol. Johns entire existence is a Big Mood)

"Hello person I assume is a ghost. How was your painfully exsistance?" Iris asked, as usual being a reckless idiot.

John blew a raspberry from outside the door.

"Iris you are a goddamn idiot." She muttered, sitting up. "What- how-"

"Your mums a goddamn idiot." Iris retorted in their thick London accent.

"I acutely remember not taking LSDs this morning, so lemme know when the stranger's gone, yeah?" John spoke nervously through the door.

"Not now Iris!" She snapped, turning back to what seemed to be Freddie Mercury eating the half melted reeses John left as an offering. "Why-"

"He has good taste." Iris commented, flopping their head into Lucy's lap and looking up at her.

John was calling his mom through the door. "So. Um, mom. What's for dinner?"

She ruffly poked him in the cheek, waiting for an answer.

"Well, you did ask for guidance, didn't you?"

"I told you jumping out at them like that was a bad idea."

Lucida screamed again. ((Idk who the second ghost will be.))

John tossed his phone aside cluelessly. Wiped his face and grimaced, "Im confused, Lucy,"

"So am Fucking I!"

Cliff Burton?//

"Welll… Does he like the reese's?" John asked sheepily.

"Wait, holly fuck! Are you Cliff Burton?" Iris asked to the second ghost, eyes wide.

John puckered his lips awkwardly.