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[cohen1899 | 6:03] Thanks.

[ kapoor | 11:55 ] nice to meet you too

[ kapoor | 11:55 ] p rad name

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[cohen1899 | 5:54] Cohen.

[cohen1899 | 5:54] Nice to meet you.

[ kapoor | 11:45 ] im nichols

[ kapoor | 11:46 ] who are you?

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[cohen1899 | 5:42] Who are you. 

[ kapoor | 11:09 ] hey there

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[ cohen1899 | 5:41 ] Who am I speaking to.

[ cohen1899 | 5:41 ] Typing to?

[ cohen1899 | 5:41 ] Speaking to.

[ nyoro // 5:10 ] heyo !!

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[t: What a wimp.] So quick to insult. 

[t: What a wimp.] If you're certain. 

[to: ahs cohen] youre fucked up you know that

[to: ahs cohen] hes too drunk to notice anything but his paper unless you moved something huge

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[t: What a wimp.] If you can find what I've moved. 

[t: What a wimp.] Instinct tells me you might want to.

[t: What a wimp.] But yes, then I'll leave you alone. 

[to: AWFUL GHOST] are you done fucking with my head

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[ cohen1899 | 5:06 ] Hello.

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[t: What a wimp.] It's good to know you don't. 

[to: AWFUL GHOST] that was a joke do you think i know how to exorcise you

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[t: What a wimp.] FWD: i swear if you fuck with my stuff while i’m asleep i’ll exorcise you

[to: AWFUL GHOST] i didnt threaten until you gave me a fucking panic attack

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[t: What a wimp.] I don’t hate you.

[t: What a wimp.] You just need to learn to think before you threaten. 

[to: AWFUL GHOST] why do you hate me

[to: AWFUL GHOST] i cant breathe and im crying why are you doing this

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{ maybe he won't always show in the future, but it's always good to make a good first impression, in his opinion. there's no use getting off on the wrong foot. }

{ however, when the wrong foot goes ahead and shoves it's dirt self right in his face, there's also nothing wrong with retaliating. }

{ she's not so bad on the eyes either. he's seen a lot of girls over his many thousands of days, so it's not like he's so concerned with that kind of thing, but hey. it's not like he minds. or doesn't notice, for that matter. he runs his fingers through his waves and nods his thanks in her direction, half stepping, half gliding into the room past her. }

Nice place. 

{ his teeth are nice- nice and straight, and white. luckily she brushed her teeth before she died. nice, white teeth. somewhat. she hadn’t expected him to come to be completely honest. cute, dead boys like him have better things to do with their time. look at strippers without being seen. sneak into the all girls’ school dressing rooms down the road. who knows. }

{ she brushes her hair behind her ear, stepping back and gesturing in. }

"You can come in and stuff."

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[t: What a wimp.] Now, you shouldn't say such rash things. 

[t: What a wimp.] I might start looking for valuables.

[t: What a wimp.] Are you a thief, Terry? 

[to: NO] jsut stop youre terrible i hate you

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[t: What a wimp.] Go ahead, try and trap me in a jar. 

[t: What a wimp.] Just don't be too surprised to find the place trashed if your attempt fails. 

[to: NO] STOP!!!

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[to: What a wimp.] Don’t you want to try, Terry?

[to: What a wimp.] Or you can sit there and have fun with your panic attack and I’ll have my own fun. Your choice.

[to: NO] i dont even CARe if you  me ss with me I DONT CARE about your DUMB SPOOKY SPIRIT RADAR I DEAL WITH GHOSTS ALL THE TIME

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{ being a poltergeist (thought he doesn't like the word) has it's advantages as well. there are certain things about the way he lives that don't conform to the ghostly norm, though the same could be said of any spirit. everyone experiences the supernatural afterlife a little differently. }

{ cohen himself has been around for nearly a hundred years, and luckily for him, he possessed the grand ability to do things like (gasp!) change his clothes. it comes in handy when the trends start changing, nobody in 2014 is going to look at some "17" year old English kid on the street dressed up in tailcoats and take him seriously. }

{ and if there's one thing that cohen likes, no, demands, it's to be taken seriously. }

{ but tonight is not exactly about world domination or encouraging his endless domain. it's about visiting some enchanting ghost and giving some good old fashioned conversation and interaction a shot. it's a long way from London, but he's always like the way New York feels. on the contrary, he's got nothing to lose. }

{ she smiles, and he smiles right back, his expression lighting up charmingly with a full set of teeth. thank god he didn't let them rot back in the day. when he speaks, some hint of a northern accent still remains, though it's drowned out by the influence from his many London years. }

I said I was going do, didn't I? 

{ being dead is cool and all- no need to eat, pee, shower. you’re perpetually clean. you’re perpetually stuck in a world where everything arrive you thrives and grows- except you. she was one of the unfortunate, tied down to one place due to unfinished business and what not. but she had no business here. she never did. it was only a stop- almost like a hotel, until she could get back on her feet. }

{ morgan never did. she was stabbed in about a week’s stay and now she’s mentally stabbed within years. dying in the 90s really sucks because you wake up everyday with the same damn pair of skorts on. she never even got a chance to get a boob job. unlife sucks. }

{ but having somebody visit her- no, a cute boy visit her- was unthinkable. nobody visits the dead that aren’t buried 6 feet under. nobody mentions the dead stuck in purgatory. }

{ but when she hears a knock on the apartment door that’s not even hers (she’d never own one again, but this one was empty) she struggles to regain enough composure to answer it. flipping her hair back, she puts on one of her best smiles. }

"Hey. You came."

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[t: note to self: don't haunt?] I like to think myself an honest spirit. 

[t: note to self: don't haunt?] In the spirit of full disclosure, I guess I could say I didn't give two shits about you before. But you know, you're pretty entertaining. Consider yourself on my spooky spirit radar.

[t: note to self: don't haunt?] And no, I'm not joking. In fact, I'm deadly seriously. 

[to: ghost] why a r e you sayign these thing s im shaking

[to: ghost] first you said youd stop floating if it make me more comfortable and now your e goign to get me killed please stop

[to: ghost] id otn know if youre joking but its not fucigkn funny i cant breathe oh my god i cnt breateh

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[t: note to self: don't haunt?] I don't necessarily want you killed, because then you might be like me and then I'd have to put up with you for the next century.

[t: note to self: don't haunt?] But if I get too bored, well. Who knows that could happen. 

[t: note to self: don't haunt?] :)

[to: ghost] oh my god, are you determined to get me literally murdered

[to: ghost] because i’m not even exaggerating, he’ll kill me 

[to: ghost] please dont mess with me like thi s i cant bre athe