KISS me on my open mouth ~ open

[CORA LYNN WILLIAMS]

GOD i'm so CRAZY, baby...
i'm sorry that i'm MISBEHAVING
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Cora had never really been good at the whole church thing. Now that she was dead, things didn't change too much. So why was she standing in the middle of the aisle? That was a good question... That she didn't know the answer to... She tried to reason with herself that the only real reason the blond was standing there was simply because there was nothing else to do. So there she stood, staring at the alter, alone, in an abandoned church. She slipped into a pew at the front of the church, and took her seat. People said that going to church lead to answers...Well here she was, and she wasn't exactly getting the answers she wanted. Then again, she wasn't really asking any questions.

A sigh left her pale frame, pulling down a plank of wood with some sort of pillow covering it. It was like something she'd only seen in a Harry Potter movie, she was just waiting for the houseeleves to home out and beg to shine her shoes. Cora sighed again as she willed herself to kneel before God. Religion confused her all together. Each culture had their own. The Christian faith had a million branches to it alone. Nobody really even followed the rules set in stone by their God's either... So what was the point of it? Now... Cora wasn't an atheist... She didn't believe in atheists. She knew there was a God. Hell, she was probably Catholic too... What would Jesus say? Perhaps he'd say she was just a lost sheep, or something like that? She raked her hand through her hair, leaning against the palm of her hand. "What am I even doing here?" Cora mused softly to herself.

It didn't make sense to her. Whenever she'd thought of death, she had always imagined herself disappearing into a vast black hole, but there she was, sitting in a church. Clearly she hadn't disappeared. She almost wished she had disappeared, maybe it would've been a little be less boring than just wandering about aimlessly like she had been for the past couple of years. The only remotely important thing she'd done all this time was watch over Sean, and plot ways to make Kyle miserable. Of course every time she tried to make her presence known to him, he couldn't feel her existence. Did he even feel a shred of remorse for killing one of his oldest friends? Did he even come to her funeral?

Good lord. Now the questions started flooding in... She needed a good joint. Or a good fuck. Or even just.... visiting the house that should have been hers. If Oliver had died before her, she could've had it all. It might have brilliant. She could've done anything she wanted. Kyle of course had to ruin her dreams. Maybe he was actually just jealous of her. That would be a nice kink in the wire of Cora's now ended life. If she would have been the one to kill Kyle, she would have at least kissed him goodbye first. Did catching his spit in her mouth as he cursed her count as a kiss. The thought to it was enough to make her vomit.

What she needed was to find someone new to chat with. Singing the same old sad songs was getting rough. She needed someone to toy with. Maybe a boy, who she could get something out of, or a nice insecure girl to make herself feel better. Either would work. She just needed someone to talk to aside from herself. She liked to talk to herself... as crazy as that sounded, but hey! She was the most interesting person she'd ever met. How sad was that?

i'm your little HARLOT, starlet, QUEEN of Coney Island
RAISING HELL ALL OVER TOWN

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[COREY DANIEL STONE]

she loves the way that i tease,
i love the way that she breathes.

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A sigh left the young man’s mouth as he slid out of the unmade bed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. His feet hit the hardwood floor, not making a sound, and he smirked as he stretched his arms over his head. He scooped down to pick up the clothes he had discarded the night prior and pulled them on - first his boxers, then his jeans, his favorite pair of vans, and finally the white cotton t-shirt that clung to his well toned chest. He looked back to the woman, ghost, who was still sleeping and shook his head slightly, walking out of the room. He didn’t remember exactly why he had slept with the woman. She was attractive - big knockers, thin waist and tight arse - but she didn’t stimulate him on an intellectual level. In other words, she was dumb as bricks. He never met anyone that was able to hold a conversation and keep his attention, and he doubted he ever would.

Corey sighed and exited the house, walking down the concrete sidewalk, his footsteps silent against the pavement. He pulled a cigarette out of his pack, lighting it and taking a long drag. He didn’t need to smoke, in fact, it had no affect on him, but he craved the old feeling of calmness each time he put the cancer stick to his lips and inhaled. He knew he would never get the same feeling as when he smoked while still alive, but he still smoked to try and recreate the feeling. In a way, his body was still addicted to it.

The young man didn’t know where he was headed, but soon he realized it was somewhere he had never ventured before - at least, not while dead. He soon recognized it was the same route to the very familiar church he had attended while still alive, the one he was forced to go to by his parents to uphold their ‘image.’ He sighed, and although he didn’t want to, he had nothing better to do, and decided to go to this church. He wanted to see if anything had changed, although he doubted it had.

When he approached the church, he took a final hit from the cigarette and slowly stomped it out. He phased through the door of the church, and let out a chuckle. He really enjoyed doing that. When he was still alive, he would always have to go through the trouble of opening the door, and remembering to always duck, as he was very tall - taller than most doorways. He stood at six feet and three inches, nearly a foot taller than most girls he shagged, and half a foot taller than his friends. He smirked as he stepped further into the church and realized he wasn’t alone. The woman was attractive - blonde, thin waist, and nice arse, although he couldn’t see her face. He didn’t know if she was dead or not, although he had a feeling she was, and to make sure he cleared his throat to get her attention, sliding his hands into his pockets.

[CORA LYNN WILLIAMS]

GOD i'm so CRAZY, baby...
i'm sorry that i'm MISBEHAVING
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Cora sighed as she leaned a thing arm on the pew in front of her. Even in her death she felt completely lost. Death... She sure as hell didn't feel dead. She'd always thought that in her death, she'd finally be able to rest. It didn't look as though her view of death was a reality. That happened to her quite a bit. Honestly where was Kyle now? She knew he wasn't that smart to get away with murder. Then again, it probably looked like one of those fatal love accidents. The blond leaned her cheek on her palm, and sighed again. Maybe in order to stop herself from going crazy, if she just confessed her sins she would feel better. If she confessed all of her sins, well, that might take a millennium is she was rushing, so she should just condense her sins.

When she had awoken that morning she never anticipated kneeling in front of god begging for his forgiveness. She'd been on her knees many times before but not for anything as somber as this... Did people cry during confession? She'd heard that often times they did. Cora merely scoffed at the thought. Crying in public... No. She held herself together until she was in private, and then she could do all of the blubbering she wanted. If she started to cry in public though, people would she they had defeated her, and nobody would get that satisfaction. Not even God, in his own house.

Cora pressed her palms together like she was going to begin a prayer, and tapped her fingertips against her lips. A hum left her pink lips, and started to slowly get up. Well, confession didn't really fit into her schedule at this moment anyways, and she couldn't pick through her sins in the matter of minutes. She should just leave before the church burnt down by her setting foot in the place of worship. Cora slowly bent over to put that plank of wood she'd been kneeling on up, before heard a noise, and knocking the kneeler out of place. Whipping around she caught sight of the predator and let out a laugh.

"Here I thought I'd been called for..." Cora laughed softly, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. Biting her lip, the blond slowly walked closer to the person she now shared the silence with. Tall, dark, and handsome, just the way she liked 'em. God really did answer her prayers! For a brief moment, she flicked her eyes up toward the ceiling before back to the man in before her. Yes. He would suit her needs just fine, she was sure. Lately she'd only seen men as machines. The man in front of her was no different. She'd use him until the batteries ran out, and then find a bigger and better toy. He seemed like would be one of the better ones though. That excited her. She hoped he had enough battery life to sustain her for a bit longer than the rest of the blokes she had tried to bed lately. The stranger looked cocky enough in more than one way.

A dark smirk crept on Cora's lips, as he made her way past a few more pews and found herself leaning against one. Cora had been called many names in her short life, one of the most frequent names she'd been called, was a trouble-maker. It was probably because she'd been so bored all her life, she needed something to drive her out of her insanity. Starting shit with others was the thing that kept her sane, as twisted as that was. Then again, it was sort of the average playground bully story, except Cora usually attacked from the inside. She would have destroyed Clara completely had it not been for that slut's killer immune system.
"Come to pray for an old lover, have you?" Cora inquired, running her fingers through her golden locks.

i'm your little HARLOT, starlet, QUEEN of Coney Island
RAISING HELL ALL OVER TOWN

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[COREY DANIEL STONE]

she loves the way that i tease,
i love the way that she breathes.

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Corey simply scoffed as the woman turned around, and slowly shook his head. She wasn’t as attractive as she hoped, but she’d do. It wasn’t like she was ugly or anything like that, of course, she was attractive...he had just been with much better looking woman in the past. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, taking a seat in the pew he had been standing next to. He propped his feet up on the pew in front of him and lit another cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke upward. He pulled the pack out of his pocket and offered it to her. “You smoke?” His eyebrow arched. It was one of his usual lines that he started with...a simple two words but usually the women he asked always said yes, and then he had them under his thumb. He set the pack down on the armrest of the pew and then leaned back, taking a longer drag.

Corey’s deep brown eyes watched her walk, the way her hips swayed. She seemed to be like him - using girls - boys, in her case - to get exactly what he - she - wanted from them. He chuckled under his breath and flicked the ash into the cup holder for the communion cups before taking another drag, blowing the smoke in her direction. He scoffed again at the young woman’s question and stood, stubbing out the cigarette into the cup holder and walking out into the aisle, smirking over in her direction. “No...I’m afraid I have none of those. I just come here to laugh at those who do.” He chuckled softly and ran his hand through his still tousled hair, walking to the front of the church. He scoffed again softly and slowly shook his head, turning back to face her. “I never understood the idea of church...especially not now. I mean...why worship someone that’s just going to get you stuck here on earth as a ghost.” He sighed and walked back up the aisle to the pew where he set his pack, picking it back up off the armrest and slipping it into his pocket. “I’m Corey...and you are?” His eyebrow arched, and he slowly licked his lips, looking around as he did, already becoming uninterested in the woman standing in front of him.

notes; yah i couldn't sleep so...these are the ramblings of an insomniac. tada.

[CORA LYNN WILLIAMS]

GOD i'm so CRAZY, baby...
i'm sorry that i'm MISBEHAVING
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The girl sighed softly to herself. Another one of those arrogant heirs. She honestly had dealt with enough of them. They cologne each and everyone of them wore reeked of entitlement. She might as well just start her own line of fragrances for men, she had been with enough of them. It was almost tragic to discover this boy before her was just another self-centered bastard. It wasn't as if she was planning on holding a long-term relationship with him though, so she could put up with him for as long as it took for her to relax and feel better about herself. Cora pulled her hand through her hair again, and smirked softly. "Only the good stuff, which I doubt you carry around with you..." She laughed softly. It was a rather weak attempt on his part. She wasn't that much of a whore that a drag from a cigarette would get her panties to slip off. Did didn't need to get laid that badly. "I'll just have a good time by my lonesome, unless you wanted something stronger than nicotine... then I suppose I could share," Core smirked darkly, rolling a joint quickly, lighting it, taking a light hit. She smiled softly, leaning back against the end of the pew, sighing softly.

"You don't have a lover to think of to help weather the day? I can't decide if I envy you, or pity you, " She sighed softly, taking a set in the pew in front of the one the other gentleman was seated in. It wasn't that she had someone who cared about her. It was that she wished the person that she used to care so much about, who she would've died for, would've felt the same way about her. Cora didn't hate Kyle because he killed her, or because he was an asshole, she hated him because he didn't love her back. She hated him because she'd been by his side for anything he needed her for, and he just casted her off after he found someone knew. Cora took a longer drag. The thought of Kyle was almost too irritating to bear. She turn around to offer the dark haired man the joint.

"I think that's the point. I think we've been given a second chance to make things right within ourselves before we pass on to either side of eternity... And now we're just waiting in the gray area until we find the golden key to help us pass over." Cora replied thoughtfully after a moment or so. "But then again, I always skipped the mass services at my school, so I wouldn't exactly know..." She laughed softly, rolling her eyes at her response. Slowly Cora pulled her fingers through her loose curls again, as she leaned back and watched the smoke dance around her fingers.

A sigh escaped her when he heard his name. Cora smiled softly, and extended her hand out to him. "Cora..." She nodded, slowly shaking his hand slowly, examining his facial features closely.

i'm your little HARLOT, starlet, QUEEN of Coney Island
RAISING HELL ALL OVER TOWN

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[COREY DANIEL STONE]

she loves the way that i tease,
i love the way that she breathes.

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Corey sighed and slowly smirked, taking a long drag from the cigarette and blowing the smoke out in her direction. “Well...the ‘good stuff’, as you put it, has no affect on the dead, so why smoke it?” He chuckled lightly and shoved one hand into his pocket, flicking the ash off the cigarette and onto the carpeted floor, snuffing it out with the tip of his shoe. He wasn’t about the catch the place on fire. He wondered then if he could even do that, or if the ash would just dissipate into thin air. He didn’t really care though, and he stopped thinking about it a few moments after the idea popped into his head. The pew creaked as he stood and he wondered how old the church was. It looked fairly new, but how new could it be if the pews looked like they would collapse if too many people sat on them? His eyebrows furrowed and he sighed to himself before turning his attention back to the blonde in front of him, leaning against the pew he now stood beside.

“You should envy me, because I’m not tied down to a single person. There’s no fun in that.” He smirked softly, and chuckled, slowly shaking his head. Corey would never allow himself to be tied down to a single person. One, because he knew he’d get bored with them quickly and end up cheating on them, and two, because then he wouldn’t be able to sleep with everyone he wanted. It was a selfish and horny reason but Corey was a selfish and horny guy, and he honestly didn’t care. “It doesn’t sound like you skipped anything.” He rolled his eyes, thumbing a loose thread on the end of his shirt before tugging it off. “Pleasure to meet you, Cora.” He shook her hand slowly before pulling his hand back, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “So is that why you came to church? To make things right and get out of the gray area?” His eyebrow arched and he lit another cigarette, watching the tendrils of gray smoke float through the air.

[CORA LYNN WILLIAMS]

GOD i'm so CRAZY, baby...
i'm sorry that i'm MISBEHAVING
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Cora sighed, and shook her head, taking another long hit. Unfortunately this Corey boy was correct. It had little effect on her. But she liked to think a bit of herbs would calm her down after a long day of walking around and sulking. She was sure the other ghost that was in her company at that moment did the same. The events of her daily routine were less than boring. Today however she planned to turn that around. This was probably why she was sitting in a pew in front of the altar in church. She didn't know exactly how to turn it around though, and was sure that just sitting in the house of God wouldn't do much for her cause. "I suppose you're correct, but that same theory goes with everything doesn't it? Sex isn't quite the same because at the end of it all you've lost nothing. There's no need. No reward after the it's over. There's really no release is there? And the need, the release, is what makes sex so desirable, and such a necessary evil." Cora sighed softly, biting her lip gently.

"So you've never met someone you truly cared about?" The blond chuckled softly. "What a pitiful existence. Tell me something... are you happier now...or before you entered 'gray hour'?" Cora smirked teasingly, rolling her eyes slightly, taking another hit.

No... I don't think that's why I'm here," Cora sighed, pulling pale fingers through her long blond hair. "What're you in for, though?" A smirk crept upon Cora's lips. It had never been a strength of hers to speak about herself, or her feelings for that matter. Throughout her many trips to rehab various councilors have always tried to dissect her soul. Maybe that's why they never good truly get to the source of all of her sorrows. She was so twisted and messed up that the second that one doctor would get through one kink in the wire, she would break down.

"You as well... Corey was it?" She nodded, sighing softly. The man standing in before her didn't seem so interesting. He seemed to arrogant too have a nice conversation with her. Too much like Kyle... And she definitely didn't need some other ghost to betray her like he had. Perhaps it would still be justified to get what something she wanted from him. He seemed to be satisfying enough...

i'm your little HARLOT, starlet, QUEEN of Coney Island
RAISING HELL ALL OVER TOWN

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[COREY DANIEL STONE]

she loves the way that i tease,
i love the way that she breathes.

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Corey couldn't help but smirk at the young woman, rolling his eyes. She was so naive about the whole experience of death. He slowly shook his head and took a step closer, examining the woman almost. “I don’t know what type of sex you’re experiencing, but I always find my release. Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy yet....poor thing.” He shrugged, smirking softly, and walked past her toward the pulpit. He walked up and stood behind the thing, reading over the various notes the pastor made about each of the recent sermons, smirking to himself. “This is total bullshit.” He mumbled quietly, crushing out his cigarette on the papers and leaving it there. He watched it for a moment to make sure it didn't catch fire - although he was pretty sure it wouldn't, because he honestly didn't think he was capable of setting fire to something, being dead and all - before stepping off the pulpit and taking a seat in the very first pew.

Corey’s eyes rolled, already finding the young woman to be quite annoying. He didn't even really want to shag her now...she wasn't worth it, quite honestly. Too whiny. He liked his girls to be soft spoken, almost subservient - because then he could get what he wanted from them without having to go through the long procedure of actually holding a good conversation with them. “I cared about my sister...but I suppose that doesn't really count, does it?” He sighed, shrugging his shoulder slowly before leaning back, draping one arm over the back of the pew, the other instinctively running through the caramel locks atop his head. “I've never been a happy lad. I was the kid that sat in the corner of the class, brooding, but still managing to steal your girl.” He smirked, slowly nodding.

Corey zoned out for a moment, his previous statement bringing back memories of his high school career. He loved high school - of course, not because of his rigorous academic schedule, but because of all the girls he slept with. He slept with nearly all the girls in his class - all the attractive one’s. He didn't even have to try most of the time. He would sit by himself, smoke a cigarette under a tree in the courtyard or pretend to read a book in the back of the class, and they would usually come to him. That was the best part, not even having to try to get the girl. He never had a girlfriend though, because none of the girls were pretty enough or smart enough or anything like that to keep his attention for long enough. After a few days or so he would get pretty bored of them and then stop answering their phone calls and text messages and then they’d get the message that he moved on. He broke a lot of hearts back during his high school time.


“I was here to find a hot, religious girl to fuck, but it seems this church is all out of those.” He smirked and slowly nodded, standing up and straightening the tight fitting t-shirt that clung to his chest. “I should be off though...I hope you find the answers you’re looking for.” He smirked, and walked towards the exit of the church, lighting a cigarette as he did.

[CORA LYNN WILLIAMS]

GOD i'm so CRAZY, baby...
i'm sorry that i'm MISBEHAVING
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Cora chuckled softly, pulling a hand through her long pale hair. His defensive reaction toward sex was almost tragic.Then again it was comical. There were people in the rehab clinics that she used to sit in just like him. Sex addicts, was it? It all made sense. Corey was an attractive boy, but there was a coldness to him that suggested a rather depressing past. Oh good lord! Help her in her time of dire need! She was starting to sound like those crazy therapists she hated so much! It should be a sin to make money off of gossiping about other people's problems! Gossiping was already a sin wasn't it? Well, getting paid should be a super sin! Cora pushed her thoughts away and forced the smile on her face that her mother had taught her as a young girl. "I congratulate you." She nodded, crossing her legs, flashing him her pearly whites once again.

She would've made a lovely housewife. If modeling ended up failing her like her dance career had, it was her fall back. In a way, it was sort of a guilty, secret dream of hers. Yes, she could imagine herself standing in the front yard as she kissed her husband's cheek and wished him well on his long day ahead. She could see herself becoming chair of some sort of preservation committee and planning important galas and other events. She could see herself placing exotic flowers into red soil followed by downing a martini. She would've loved to live out her remaining days as a privileged housewife. Not to Oliver of course.... After Oliver passed. That how it should've all happened. She resented the old man for dragging her through this. Or was it she that dragged him with her? Regardless, Cora despised herself for allowing her last minutes of her life, in bed with a fat old man who's daughter was fucking her best friend. She hated that whole family.

Cora shrugged and sighed softly. "I wouldn't know... I don't have any siblings. Is incest in style?" She bit her lip to hide her smirk. Yep. She could see right through this Corey boy. There really wasn't much to him. Only sex, sex, booze, and a bit of more sex. She wondered how he had died for a moment. She assumed he fucked some blokes girlfriend and he was getting his revenge on Corey. He seemed like exactly what he said, except for the fact that he was an unhappy kid. An obvious act to get more girls to sit on his dick! She had played those games too. She had gotten quite good at playing the role of the said girl coming from a bad home life. Her mom and dad always off on trips. She loved having her parents gone. Sean and Kyle would come over, and they'd drink and smoke a bit. They were her family, when her "family" was away. "Seems like a dream. Lots on the menu..." Cora shrugged, smirking darkly.

"Sorry to disappoint... Try a convent? I'm sure it's crawling with sad nun looking for a nice poke." Cora smirks softly, leaning over to whisper against his ear, patting his shoulder gently. "I can't promise they'll be too attractive for you...But I suppose when you're dead, you can't really be too picky. She smiled "sympathetically", brushing past him to take a seat in the pew she had been sitting in prior to his grand entrance. "Don't leave on my account.... But thank you... I'll find a special place for you, Corey, in my prayers!" Cora smiled back at him. Clara would be so proud!

i'm your little HARLOT, starlet, QUEEN of Coney Island
RAISING HELL ALL OVER TOWN

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