Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 1: Sprawl-Mart]
06-03-2011, 03:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
Without warning, Janet found herself dumped on the floor of a bustling supermarket, in what appeared to be the electronics section. Lifting her head slightly, she noted that a number of people had gathered around her, unsure what to make of the pale blue girl in the flowing dress who had simply appeared out of nowhere. Panicking, she quickly put her head back down. I only just became a ghost! How am I supposed to handle this sort of thing?
"Excuse me, miss...are you alright?" Janet raised her head again and saw a middle-aged man with a concerned look on his face holding out a hand to her. Anger rushed through her.
"I don't need your help!" she snarled at him, reaching up to slap his hand away. To everyone's surprise, her hand simply passed through the man's; he drew it back in surprise. Oh, right. I forgot. I'm DEAD. She drew her hand back, wishing she could simply disappear. To everyone's amazement, including her own, she did. A panicked murmur flickered through the crowd, and they began looking around uneasily. Janet felt a small surge of power run through her, clearing her head; ghostly intuition told her it was from the crowd's growing panic. Janet allowed herself a small smile as her new poltergeist instincts let her know what to do next. Let's make things a bit more hectic.
Still invisible, Janet dove through the ring surrounding her and into a nearby radio. She instantly flicked it on to a hard rock channel, then hopped over to a cluster of stereos nearby, turning each on and filling the air with a ghostly wail that couldn't possibly be of this world. The crowd huddled together, covering their ears in a useless attempt to drown out the cacophony echoing around them. The growing fear fed Janet, and she could feel herself drowning in the sense of power it gave her. She felt drunk, not unlike the last time she could remember being alive. A small part of her wondered if that had something to do with it, while another part realized that she should stop before it got worse, but both were submerged by the recklessness and desire to create mayhem that her poltergeist nature was giving her.
Several nearby television sets sparked briefly before growing dozens of centipede-like legs and skittering towards the crowd, each with an image of a cackling skull adorning its screen. The mob gave up all pretense of not being freaked out and split in various directions away from the televisions, screaming as they went. The resulting rush of energy only made Janet crazier, and every stereo in the electronics section, along with most of the nearby mall speakers, began spouting her insane, cackling laughter.
Without warning, Janet found herself dumped on the floor of a bustling supermarket, in what appeared to be the electronics section. Lifting her head slightly, she noted that a number of people had gathered around her, unsure what to make of the pale blue girl in the flowing dress who had simply appeared out of nowhere. Panicking, she quickly put her head back down. I only just became a ghost! How am I supposed to handle this sort of thing?
"Excuse me, miss...are you alright?" Janet raised her head again and saw a middle-aged man with a concerned look on his face holding out a hand to her. Anger rushed through her.
"I don't need your help!" she snarled at him, reaching up to slap his hand away. To everyone's surprise, her hand simply passed through the man's; he drew it back in surprise. Oh, right. I forgot. I'm DEAD. She drew her hand back, wishing she could simply disappear. To everyone's amazement, including her own, she did. A panicked murmur flickered through the crowd, and they began looking around uneasily. Janet felt a small surge of power run through her, clearing her head; ghostly intuition told her it was from the crowd's growing panic. Janet allowed herself a small smile as her new poltergeist instincts let her know what to do next. Let's make things a bit more hectic.
Still invisible, Janet dove through the ring surrounding her and into a nearby radio. She instantly flicked it on to a hard rock channel, then hopped over to a cluster of stereos nearby, turning each on and filling the air with a ghostly wail that couldn't possibly be of this world. The crowd huddled together, covering their ears in a useless attempt to drown out the cacophony echoing around them. The growing fear fed Janet, and she could feel herself drowning in the sense of power it gave her. She felt drunk, not unlike the last time she could remember being alive. A small part of her wondered if that had something to do with it, while another part realized that she should stop before it got worse, but both were submerged by the recklessness and desire to create mayhem that her poltergeist nature was giving her.
Several nearby television sets sparked briefly before growing dozens of centipede-like legs and skittering towards the crowd, each with an image of a cackling skull adorning its screen. The mob gave up all pretense of not being freaked out and split in various directions away from the televisions, screaming as they went. The resulting rush of energy only made Janet crazier, and every stereo in the electronics section, along with most of the nearby mall speakers, began spouting her insane, cackling laughter.
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