-As she entered the house she felt a chill creep down her spine and instantly went on what the fuck mode.  Heading over to the AC unit on the wall she checked to see if someone had turned it down too far.  Pulling back the plastic casing she eyed it with wide cerulean blue eyes and poked at one of the buttons.  It didn't look like anything had changed.  Hmmm odd.  Heading back to the front door she closed it and turned the lock before tossing her keys onto a small table in the entryway.  She was always just tossing her keys around, it was a wonder she could ever find them at all.-

"Hello?  Anybody fucking home?"

-Yelling upstairs where she could hear a TV going at full blast she decided to go investigate when no one answered.  Usually there was someone at home but they didn't tend to leave the television on at such an epic fucking volume.  Taking the stairs two at a time she noticed some lights flickering and her bubble gum pink lips turned down in a frown.  What the hell was going on around here?-

"Dee? Trent? Are you guys trying to be funny?"

-Peeking into some of the bedrooms she saw Venus laying comatose in one, her nurse obviously gone for food or something.  Zoe was blissed out on pain meds in her bedroom and Maya was starting to think her best friend was just a little too used to those things by now.  When she finally stepped into one of the second floor living rooms and saw the TV flashing out images of Stephen King's The Shining she grimaced.  Slightly creepy but amazing movie, even creepier book.  Heading towards the TV set she lifted the remote from the arm of the couch and turned it off.-

"What the fuck is going on around here?"

-Hands perched on hips, blonde hair flounced behind her as she turned on her heel and went to leave the room.-

"What the fuck?"

-Maya was just about to leave the room when the television went on behind her with the volume at full blast.  Spinning around her golden blonde hair whipped across her back and she stared wide eyed at the TV set.  Jack Nicholson sounded like he was screaming for fucks sake! Bubble gum pink lips pouted angrily and she stalked over to the couch to pick up the remote again and shut it off.  Turning the remote over she opened the plate on the back and knocked the batteries loose into her palm before putting the plastic back on the remote again.-

"That ought to fix that problem."

-Clearly there was some kind of short in the wiring.  Maya couldn't hear Jack.  All she got was a sudden disturbing high pitched ringing in her ears that made her cringe.  Thinking it was electric feedback she moved over to the TV in it's hutch and got down on her hands and knees to peer behind the hutch.  Her lower back arched as she strained to peer into the darkness between the hutch and the wall until her cerulean blue eyes found the chords to the television and cable box.  Stretching an arm in the crevice behind the furniture she reached for the chords and yanked them out of the wall.  Maybe it wasn't the wisest thing to do with cable wiring but she was impatient and this wierd shit was grating on her nerves.-

"God damn wiring."

-Mumbling to herself she tossed the batteries in the waste basket as she headed back towards the door of the room.  Wierd shit went on around there all the time but possessed television sets was something new.  Maya got all the way to her room before she realized she still had the batteryless remote clutched in one hand.  Muttering a loud 'fuck' she went back to the living room and standing in the doorway tossed the remote towards the couch.-

-When Jack passed through her she did in fact get a chill all over.  In fact her hands reached to cup her breasts and feel her nipples where they had hardened to hard points.  What the fuck was that about? Jesus, she could cut glass.  Turning in the hallway to head towards her room she was almost there when suddenly the whole house seemed to start going haywire.  Lights flickered, a radio started on full blast, and she heard rushing water from somewhere.-

"Holy shit!"

-Bubble gum pink lips opened in a wide O of surprise as she started rushing around to shut things off.  Then she stopped on the landing and listened to that annoying sharp ringing in her ears.  Jesus Chirst that was awful! Placing her petite hands over her ears she stalked downstairs with the most adorable look of rage set on her face.  Where the fuck was everyone? Had they all abandoned her here in the Twilight Zone!?-

"This is fucking crazy"

-Heading through the kitchen she threw open the door to the back courtyard that attached their main house to the apartment of Nike's.  There, in the garage under Nike's apartment was the main circuit breaker.  Opening the metal panel she used one hand to run fingers over the main power switches and shut the whole thing down.  In the house lights went dark and all the electronics went silent.  Blowing out a huff of air she blew her wispy blonde bangs up.-

"What a joke."

-Pulling her phone from the back pocket of her too tight white shorts she dialed information to get the number for an electrician as she closed the door of the garage and went back towards the main house. Hitting numbers on the phone with her pink polka dotted nail she had the 411 service auto dial an electrician shop for her and paused in the kitchen long enough to get some Post-Its from the drawer.  With the phone balanced between her shoulder and ear she scrawled out a note for the others and then stuck the note on the fridge.-

"Guys something's wrong with the wiring.  Seriously wrong.  Calling an electrician to fix it.  Geller, you pay!" -The pink Post-It was slapped onto the fridge as she passed by and left a message for the electrician on the line.-

"Yes.  My address is (insert address here) could you send someone right away? Money is no object and we're having some serious fucking issues." -Leaving the rest of the information for the man she settled for him saying someone would be out soon.  Soon!!! What the fuck did that mean?-

-Climbing the stairs again she went to her bedroom and tossed her cell phone on her bed.  Rustling through drawers she found matches and lit a few candles in the room to have more light.  The hot pink tank top was pulled off over her head and thrown in a pile on the floor as she shook out the lengths of her blonde hair and headed towards the bathroom where the faucets were still running.  Could faulty wiring make faucets run? Maya wasn't sure.-

-Turning off the sink she looked in the mirror and fluffed her hair with her hands before reaching behind her and unhooking her black bra with a two fingers snap.  Slipping her arms out of the straps she tossed the lingerie towards the laundry hamper and moved to turn the hot water on in the shower.  The temperature was tested and then she pulled the curtain closed and wiggled out of her white jean shorts and tossed them over in the laundry basket as well.  She needed a hot shower after her day training at Paix and the threat of electrical death wasn't going to stop her.-

-Kicking off her black boy short panties in an aim that missed the hamper altogether she pulled back the curtain a bit.  One leg slipped past the curtain and into the shower to feel the hot water against her bare foot.  It seemed to be warming up just fine so she slipped behind the curtain and let the hot water chase away the wierdness for a bit.-

-When Jack screamed Maya heard that high pitched ringing in her ears again and promptly pressed her fingers against her ears and gave a wiggle to see if there was water in her ears.  What a wierd fucking day.  The hot water felt good on muscles tired from work and she quickly filled her palm with shampoo, working it into her thick golden blonde hair until the bouncy lengths were covered in suds and piled at the top of her head.  That was when she began singing a song by PINK at the top of her lungs.  It wasn't that Maya was a bad singer, but damn the girl could get loud when she set her mind to it and the song echoed off the tiled shower walls.-

"Don't you ever ever feel...like you're less than...less than PERFECT! FUCKING PERFECT!"

-She had a bar of pink soap that she used to lather up as she danced under the faucet.  Distracted, you bet.  She didn't even hear the sink coming back on.  But when the toilet flushed she sure as shit noticed that! The water suddenly came out ice cold and she screamed a string of profanities that sounded like 'fuckshitgoddamnitmotherfucker!' With a clattering sound she practically leapt through the shower curtain to try to get out from under the icy cold spray.-

-Bare feet hit the tile floor of the bathroom and she almost slipped.  A hand reached out to grab the wall and left a soap sud smear on the wallpaper as she halted herself and stared at the offending toilet angrily.  Before she could test the shower water again she looked up and saw the bathroom mirror that read JACK WUZ HERE.-

"Who the fuck is Jack?"

-It seemed like a logical question.  Cerulean blue eyes narrowed as she inched forward towards the mirror inspecting the words there cautiously as if she expected something in the mirror to reach out and make a grab at her.  Shampoo and soap suds traveled in trails over her pale naked skin as she dripped carelessly on the floor.  As she got closer she could have sworn she saw something in the mirror.  Not someone mind you but something strange in the fog covered surface.  Standing up bolt straight a hand went to her shocked open mouth.-

-Then, as though things weren't strange enough she felt a cold hard something press against her butt.  Maybe she'd backing into the door handle without noticing, or maybe not.  Who knew! Didn't matter.  By now she was thoroughly freaked! The soap in her hand dropped to the floor with a clatter and slid off under the counter and Maya leapt about two feet in the air easy as she screamed.-

"OHMIGOD! AHHHH!"

-Soapy hands reached to cover her bubble butt as she bolted out of the bathroom leaving the water going and soap suds everywhere.  Running straight out of her room she had no idea what she was screaming, she was just screaming.  Suddenly every horror movie she'd ever seen was coming back to her.  The irony wasn't lost on her.  There she was, a werewolf, a creature from horror movies, and she was screaming something about ghosts and exorcists.-

"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY CALL BILL MURRAY!"

-Mindless of her nudity she ran for the front door and clutched the handle expecting it to open.  Her hands were soapy and slick and they almost slid off the handle and landed her on her butt at first when the door didn't open.  In her panic she became suddenly convinced that the legions of hell were holding her captive in the house, then she remembered she'd locked the door.  Flipping the latch back she hopped outside like she was walking on hot coals. And that was how Maya Xanthos ended up buck ass naked on the street at the edge of the French Quarter.-

-A car was pulling up in front of the house as she was running out and she practically slammed her soapy sudsy breasts right into the passenger side window before she could stop herself.  Hands pressed to the car hood and her eyes were wide as saucers.  Blood hair had fallen from the sudsy heap on top of her head and was now hanging around her shoulders and down her back dripping trails of white foam over her skin. Pushing away from the car she looked at the man who was getting out on the drivers side.-

"Who the fuck are you?!" -She asked in an offended tone as though he was the one doing something odd.  The man stammered out something about her wiring and Maya practically screamed in his face.- "I don't need an electrician you idiot! I need a fucking exorcist!........Oh god! Venus and Zoe are in there!"

-Suddenly her brain seemed to catch up with the momentum and she made a yip noise as she ran around the car to grab the man by his big burly workmans arm.  She was trying to coax him out of his shirt which wasn't hard since he was staring at her tits like he had lost his brain power just as she gained hers.  Leaving him dressed in a sweat stained wife beater she pulled his disgusting work shirt on and hastily buttons a few of the notches in front so that her breasts and the Manic Panic dyed hot pink heart of her pubic hair were covered.-

"We have to go in there! Don't you have....like...a fucking....Proton Pack or something???"

-Hey! What was she a psychic? She didn't have a fucking clue what electricians carried with them.  Jerking the man by his burly arm she was trying to forcibly drag him into the house with her much to the amusement of the small audience of locals on the sidewalk.  Her friends were inside and no pervert ghost was going to scare her away.  Still, she didn't want to go in alone.  Luckily, as a lycan, Maya was peculiarly strong for a woman of her diminutive size.-

"Come on!" -she whined at him- "We don't have all fucking day! Who knows what he's doing in there!"

-Getting behind the lard assed man she pushed him in front of her through the door.  Half hiding behind his bulk she peeked out and around the room expecting to see...what? She had no fucking clue what she expected to see.  Where the fuck was Geller!? Where was Trent?! Or Dee?! Jesus Christ on a cracker she was stuck here with a woman in a coma, a woman drugged up out of her gourd, and the god damn MAYTAG MAN!-

"The phone book!"

-Maya shouted so loud that the electrician jumped.  Clearly the man was beginning to think she was insane, but to his credit he didn't leave.  Instead he stood there in the entryway with the front door open and the crowd outside trying to peer inside.  She wasn't caring about the people watching, she just bolted towards the kitchen.  Her wet feet slid on the kitchen tiles and she had to catch herself against the counter near the main phone.  Jerking a door out so hard she practically ripped the handle off she grabbed at the Yellow Pages. In her other hand she was grappling for the kitchen phone.  When she put the phone to her ear she realized the power was still off!-

"Oh holy fuck!"

-In an utter panic she started screaming in a high pitched voice to the Maytag man to get out to the garage where the power box was located.  It was probably surprising the man could understand what she said at all.  Maniclly flipping through the phone book she was looking for...what? WHAT!? Who the hell was she gonna call? Bill Murray! Oh yeah that would go over well.  Mediums, witches, exorcists.  Did they even advertise in the Yellow Pages?- 

-It wasn't that she wanted to hurt the ghost who had possibly pinched her butt she just wanted someone to come and tell her what the hell was going on! Finding a number that looked promising she waited for the power to go on and then dialed it.  As the line rang she just said 'oh please oh fucking please oh please someone answer over and over again'.-

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-When she finally heard someone pick up on the other line she didn't really crae who it was.  The ad in the Yellow Pages she'd gotten the number from had been vague.  It could be an animators business, a medium, a psychic...anything.  The ad had said something about 'contacting the dead' and she'd jumped on it.  Desperate times called for desperate measures.   The voice on the other end seemed like a lifeline.-

"Hello! Ohmigod.  I need someone to come over here right now.  I have a ghost in residence.  At least I think that's what it is.  Or maybe a gremlin in the wiring, or an alien contacting me from outer space.  NO I AM NOT FUCKING JOKING!!!!!"

-Suddenly Maya was willing to believe in all sorts of things that had seemed impossible just a short time before.  Now she just hoped that whatever number she had dialed had someone there who could help her!  Had Maya known the ghost found her so annoying she might have gotten worse yet and tried to exorcise him her damn self.  As the moron on the other end put her on hold she spun around and put her butt to the counter, her ears doing that annoying ringing thing again.-

"Listen here you!" -To her credit that powerful voice didn't quaver one bit even if her body was shiver slightly in the electricians oversized shirt.- "You....you...whatever you are! I don't know what you are but if you keep freaking me out I'm gonna make sure you end up in purgatory somewhere rolling a rock up hill for fucking eternity like Sysiphus! You hear me!"

-She waited to see if the whatever it was gave her any sign that it could in fact hear her.  Maya still wasn't sold on the whole ghost idea.  Part of her was voting on aliens, part on a ghost, and the part of her that watched too many reruns of Buffy the vampire Slayer felt sure that this was an invisible girl.  An invisible girl who liked to watch other girls in the shower apparently.-

"If you'll behave yourself though I'm just gonna find someone who can....see you...or hear you...or who the fuck knows what."

-That was about when the electrician came into the room announcing that the wiring was fine and Jacks wavery image began to appear to Maya.  Without Jacks help she never would have been able to see him but apparently he was doing something ghosty and she could just barely see a blurry outline of a young man.  Bubblegum pink lips fell open wide and she dropped the phone.  Dropped soap, dropped phone, she was becoming a regular butterfingers.  The electrician leaned forward to grab the phone for the poor deranged woman he was stuck with but Maya was just staring wide eyed at the ghosty hazy image in front of her.-

"Holy shit."

-Maya said it so suddenly that the electrician just stared at her stumped as he held out the phone.  Wide lash rimmed eyes of a bright cerulean blue looked shocked at the image solidifying in front of her.  It was a ghost! At some point in there she realized her mouth was open and being covered by a dainty hand.  Shutting her mouth she reached out towards the phone the man was holding out to her and put it to her ear for a minute like she was in a trance.  Hold music still played.-

"Do you see that?"

-Clearly she was asking the electrician but her eyes never left Jack.  This was just too wierd.  Jack moved towards her and she wondered vaguely what he was going to do, then he just vanished.  Maya was left blinking in confusion and turning to look at the electrician who was starting to look really worried.  Phone still in hand she cleared her throat and lycan hearing picked up on the sound of the TV going on in the living room.  At least this time the volume was under some semblance of control.-

"Uhmmm...just bill us for the shirt or your time or whatever you want."

-Having already rushed him into the house she now seemed intent on rushing him out.  To the mans credit he didn't seem nearly as disgruntled as he should have been.  Maybe it was the promise of payment, or the free peek-a-boo he'd gotten on arrival.  Promising all sorts of things she practically pushed him out the front door and shut it behind him.  Her back leaned against it as she let out a loud exhale.  Hold music was still playing in her ear and she was starting to wonder what the hell they were doing on the other end.  When someone finally came back on the line she spoke much calmer than before.-

"I need you to send someone who can help me....talk to a dead person."

-At least the person on the other end seemed to think that was a normal request.  More normal than Gremlins at least.  Giving them her address, name, and phone number she finally hung up the phone and set it on the small table in the entryway beside her keys.  Moving slowly towards the sound of the television in the upstairs lliving room she stopped again at the bottom of the stairs with one hand perched on the banister as she looked upstairs trying to figure out what to do.-

-Normally she would cuss a storm, or kick someone in the shin, or go get Geller, but none of those reactions seemed appropriate under the circumstances.  Licking her lips she realized she was weary some sweaty mans shirt and still had shampoo and soap drying on her.  So first thing was first.  Heading back upstairs to her room she ignored the TV room this time and went to finish her shower.  The ghost thing had promised to be good so she trusted there would be no more water changes or mirror messages.  Still, she made quick work of the shower and shoved the workmans shirt as far down in her hamper as possible.-

-No singing this time.  She dried off and quickly put on a clean pair of near nonexistant black jean shorts and a white tank top.  The tattoo on her right thigh showed in its entirety in those tiny shorts but she didn't have to hide it anymore, Geller knew.  Dressed more appropriately she pulled her thick blonde hair back in a wet ponytail that bounced as she walked and would curl as it dried.  When she finally exited her bedroom again she was just as wide eyed as before and her voice spoke softly.-

"Uhm, Mr. Ghost person?"

-Jesus she hoped that place sent someone soon.  If not she was gonna have to figure out how to talk to this guy.  Step by step she moved on near silent feet down the hallway and towards the sound of the television. -

'Uhm, Mr. Ghost person?' 

Jack was seated on the couch, as he managed to make himself a soild full figure. But he was still a ghost, he could get up and walk through the wall - or do something else crazy but he had his eyes glued to the television. Maya's voice sounded down the hallway, now he was going to be forced to talk to someone and answer some questions. Why don't she just hold a light up to his face and ask him where he was on such and such day. Eyes glanced towards the hallway as he heard her creeping slowly up to the livingroom, his attention moved from the televison as he her head poke around the corner.

"Jack"

He was not going to answer to Mr. Ghost person. Fuck he wrote his name on the mirror for her to see then she ran out of the house like a naked porn star. There he went talking once again, turnning his attention back to the movie he no longer wished to watch it, the channels started to flip on the screen by itself he didn't even have to get up or touch a button, it landed on the cartoon network Tom and Jerry, shit he loved those guys. 

He quickly sat up as he heard another womans voice, tilting his head he wondered how many people lived in this fucking house. not wanting more people to know of his exisitances Jack faded and vanished, leaving the area of the livingroom. Not knowing where he'll end up but he was there just not near Maya and the other woman, wondered if it was the exorist or preist to came to get rid of him damn.

Jack knew that Maya was not crazy, after all it seemed to be a crazy shit load of hours. He's never seen so much drama and tits in his life. The other woman who entered the house, he had no idea of - it seemed safe to come out, since things were beginning to calm down. Jack did roam the house the whole day till Maya came home, so he figured the two women lay up in their bedrooms like veggie tails, were the Zoe and Venus she mentioned earlyer. He was quite cirious of why they were hurt or sick but he did not bother them.  

He didn't sleep so he knew, tonight would be another long ass boring evening. Him and the crickets he found this a good thing. Maybe if the home owners let him stay, he could help keep an eye on things, try to warn them if something goes wrong like their very own watch dog, expect a watch ghost with a fucking rude ass bite. 

"You know, I can always try to figure out how to make contact with you on my own" 

He walked through the walls, as he ended up in Maya's room, walking past the candles as they flickered from the light breeze. He took a seat on the edge of her bed as the mattress sank in slowly, god he hoped she didn't fucking scream again if she did Jack was going to screen and make every light bulb in the house expload and pop breaking.

-Huffing a sigh from between her bubble gum pink lips she blew her bangs back from her forehead as she lay stretched on the bed staring up at the ceiling.  Somewhere off to her right she could feel that cold presence and once or twice she idly ran her hand through it.  Hell.  She was probably about to have a stroke or something! Could lycanthropes have strokes? She didn't know.  But her mind was whirring with all the terrible possibilities of what this could be.-

"Up here!" -She gave a lackluster shout to Cadence who was shouting at her from downstairs. Quite convinced she was about to die of a brain embolism Maya just went with it and talked to Jack.- "Don't worry, the other woman was my room mate Dee.  This one is Cadence.  There's a bunch of us here."

-Of course she had no idea he thought they were all carpet munchers so she couldn't clear that up.  Thank God! If the figment of her imagination thought she was a lezzy then is must be true.  Jesus.  What a way to find out. Turning her head to the side so she was looking towards the door at Cadence she gave the girl a defeated smile.  The smile of the dying.-

"The lights work Cadence, I just haven't turned them back on.  You have to flip the fucking switch."

-Lifting pink polka dot fingernails she made a small motion like flipping on a light switch then giggled in spite of her possible doom.  http://wickedlabyrinth.activeboard.com/t44112661/call-to-someone-who-can-talk-to-ghosts-to-a-mediumanimatoret/ The knock at the door downstairs had Maya sitting bolt upright on the bed with a flounce of that golden blonde hair.  Jumping up to her feet she listened carefully with those lycan ears and heard Declan miraculously through the door.  Jack she couldn't hear to save her soul but through a door no problem.-

"OHMIGOD! Maybe I'm not crazy!"

-Which certainly made her sound crazy as she bolted through the door of her bedroom nearly knocking Cadence on her ass.  Maya ran downstairs and leapt off the stairs, skidding to a halt in front of the door before twisting the bolt off and throwing the door open.  Eyes widened at the man standing there.-

"They sent you? The people from the phone book? About the ghost?" -Boy was she going to feel nuts if he was selling Avon or something.  Reaching out for his offered hand she didn't so much shake it as yank him in by it.- "It's here! Can you talk to him? Can I talk to him?"

His lips parted to speak as the door was pulled open, his fist still lifted to continue knocking.  Recovering, he canted his head as he scanned her quickly.  She certainly fit the bill of a frightened woman.  Unless she always was this frantic.  It happened.  "Phonebook?  Oh, right."  Declan replied in his, as the woman had put it, fresh-off-the-boat lilting Irish accent.  "The, uh...right.  You say you have a ghost?  Or you need to talk to one?  Well, that's me.  The talker.  Not the ghost."  He said with a chuckle and shrug of one shoulder.  "Is it...out here in the hall?  Or should we go inside.  Either suits me."  he said, though his gaze widened as he was pulled into the room.  "Right.  In we go."

He looked around, ignoring her for just a second, her nervous energy wasn't helping much.  "Hold on..." he said to her absently, his brow furrowed.  "Alright, if you're here, I'm listening.  And yes, I can hear you."

"Woah woah woah.  Let's everybody take a step back, yeah?"  Declan said, his gaze shifting quickly about the room as the energy raised a handful or two.  "Right, you're pissed off, I get that.  It's shitty.  Whatever.  She called me, so let's not get our panties in a bunch.  Now."  He said, drawing a deep breath.  "Let me start over.  My name is Declan.  I can hear you."  Unfortunately.  Good thing he wasn't a telepath, no?  "Let's start with that.  Your name?  And then we can move on to just what you're doing here, and if the lady here wishes a word.  I halfway think she does, but let's not jump the gun."