She was surprised she could walk.
She knew exactly how she died, and she also knew that in that state she was in up until dying, there was no way she could walk. Or breath. So, that was an improvment. She ran around the place, for no particular reason. Just testing her limits. She almost crashed into a few people, but she just... didn't.
"Heh, I'm a ghost! BOOOO!" she yelled, just to see if anyone could hear her. No one reacted. She even clapped her hands in front of some young boys face. Nothing. Weird. As she contemplated this, she got a text.
'Reach Grand Central Terminal. You have sixty minutes. Fail and face erasure.' In her shock, she barely noticed that her hand was painfully branded with a timer. "Erasure? But I'm already DEAD!" She looked around. Her sense of direction was never good. "I'm in Time's Square...I think... crap..." she ran off, to search for a street sign.
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Marina stumbled around looking for someone callling. "What's going on here? I don't know whats happening. Why is everything black and white?"
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Sydney pulled herself off the pavement.
Wait a second. she thought. Aren't I supposed to be dead?
She pulled up a pant leg to look for where she was stung.
Yup. Still there, still red and swollen.
...what am I doing in wherever I am?
She looked around her.
Ah, Time's Square.
But wait. Time's Square? I mean, I could have sleepwalked out of the school again but.. that's, what, an hour's walk away from the school?
Just then, her phone rang.
She pulled up her newest text message.
"Reach Grand Central Terminal. You have sixty minutes. Fail and face erasure."
The moment she finished reading, pain seared through her left hand.
She looked at it.
60:00.
59:59.
59:58.
Had this mystery text-
Wait a minute.
Cellphones weren't allowed at school. Sydney left hers in New Orleans.
More curious was the fact that she, in the heart of America, had no bars.
And what "erasure"? She was (presumably) already dead!
Just then, she got a front row seat to a man's heart.
Wait, so that person just passed through me...'
"ALRIGHT, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" she screamed.
Marina walked up to Sydney "Just what I was thinking. Get one bad night of drinks and this is what happens" she said trying to rub her eyes hoping for the color to return. "What's with the text message? And why does everyone look like they're on a fifties TV show?" she asked.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing."I guess we gawt an hour to get to Grand Central Terminal... although..." Sydney contemplated in her usual pensive manner, trying her best to hide her thick New Orleans accent, "it occurs to me that this could very well be from a stawlker... we best not go.
"And, whadya mean, fiddies? Do I gawt- have- a beehive hairdo or sommin'?" She patted the top of her head. "No beehive."
"Everything is grayscale." she said. "Not a color in sight. But who sent this message, why?' she asked.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing."Grayscale? But, wait, I can see in coluh's...Y'sure y'feelin awrite?"
She looked down at her ever-ticking hand.
"Y'think da timah an' da mawnachrome- the timer and the monochrome" she said, overemphasizing the parts of the words that made them sound Northern during the repetition, "gawt summin t'do widda- something to do with the message?"
"Too many weird things to be a coincidence." she said. "Someone's screwing with us."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing."So I guess we should head to da station, huh? I mean if we don't... we'll be knee deep in da unmenshunbulls, won'we?"
She paused.
"Oh, y'don mind my accent, d'ya?" she said shyly, her fake Midwestern accent wavering, then finally disappearing. "I'm from N'awlins, y'see, and... well, even for down dere, m'Yat's purdy thick... M'own auntie would tease me 'bout it..."
edited 20th Oct '11 7:08:08 PM by TheThnikkaman
"I don't care." Marina lied. Not all southerners are moronic rednecks . She tried to remind her self. " Sounds like a plan?" she said.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing."That's what we're doing?" she asked. "I must have had quite an experience when I was drunk."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Draw or jaw?
Marina nodded. "What did I do when I was like this?"
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Why would she have an O pin?
Marine looked. "I got a black pin."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

She stood there in Time's Square, she figured she must of wandered off when she was drunk last night. She awoke on those picnic tables that littered Times square resting in the shadow of the city. Her brown hair gripped around her, and in her stupor she looked down to see her pain colored mock, now had on it a black pin with two scythes crossing. But there was something else wrong. Everything was colorless, lifeless. She cried out. "What's wrong with me!?" but nobody seemed to notice. Marina took it in stride in a city like this but she strolled around looking for someone to drive her home. She wandered around the square being ignored by everyone even more than a typical New York Passerby. She heard a loud beep, and felt a searing pain in her hand. She checked her hand. 'Reach Grand Central Terminal. You have sixty minutes. Fail and face erasure.
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