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Ripped off the Cowboy

A is for age: Not sure, actually. I was twenty nine when I died, do you still count age when you're dead? In which case, I'd be thirty two. Yeesh.
B is for beer of choice: O'Douls...yes, it's non-alcoholic, shut up. I like the taste.
C is for something you crave: MY JOB BACK PLEASE. Yes, county courts, I'm talking to YOU.
D is for your dog's name: No dog, but I have a cat named Ramona...thank you bunches, Merle.
E is for essential item you use everyday: Stereo.
F is for favorite TV show at the moment: Flavor of Love...VH1 had reruns. I'M WEAK.
G is for favorite game: Baseball
H is for Home town: Encino
I is for instruments you play: Drums
J is for favorite juice: Cranberry
K is for kickin ass: My dad's a retired Green Beret. Yeah, that's right.
L is for last place you ate: Here at home. I burned some toast with some strawberry preserves. Mmmmmm, charcoal strawberry.
M is for marriage: Eventually. If the courts get off their ass. Oh, another subtle dig at the losers on the bench! I rule!
N is for your full name: Theresa Merie Riordan
O is for overnight hospital stays: One, after I was attacked when I was eighteen. Ribs hurt really bad, so they kept me to make sure I didn't puncture anything.
P Is For favorite place: That liiiiittle crook between Nick's neck and shoulder? The head fits there really nicely. ;p
Q is for quote: You have to do it yourself. No one's going to do it for you.
R is for biggest regret: Taking that STUPID shortcut that got me killed.
S is for status: Bored at home...Nick? Why aren't you at my door yet? Hmmmmmmmm? :P
T is for time you woke up today: 6:30 AM
U is for underwear you have on now: Blue and white boyshorts
V is for vegetable you love: Brussel sprouts...hey, I had to learn to love 'em. Dad crammed them down my throat nonstop.
W is for worst habit: Flirting. It's how I deal with people. I suck.
X is for x-rays you've had: About nine MILLION after I came back all official-like.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: Honey orange noodles...leftovers Nick sent me home with the other day.
Z is for the zodiac sign: Leo

[RP] Turn on the night...

It took time, getting Merle to allow her to use one of his portals...mainly because she had to deal with the ramifications of being back from the dead. The joy, the tears...the hugs that made her skin crawl and the declarations of love and concern that made her ache inside.

//There's probably a word for what you're dealing with now.// she mused to herself as she strolled along the relatively quiet New York street. Some strange, alien psychological term for a fear of being touched...that's what came with being raped and murdered.

Still, she wasn't going to dwell...not yet. She was back from the dead...back from the freaking dead. There was good in that...and later, when it was safe to go home? She could have herself a nice, neat little nervous breakdown. For now, though, she had to stay under the radar...out of the bullseye of the man who had brought her back from the grave.

Pushing her dark thoughts aside, Terry adjusted the too-big leather jacket she was wearing...stolen off some biker's bike back in LA, along with the clothes she'd picked up from unattended dryers at a laundromat so she could change out of her funeral dress. The thought was still creepy enough to make her shiver as she sought out the skate park Michelangelo had told her about...

There. Up ahead she saw the ramps and sighed with relief, grinning as she jogged through an alley (with no small amount of trepidation)...then finally emerged under a street light clearly once installed for safety, but now relegated to illuminating a world no longer occupied by human life.

Just turtles.

Spotting a figure up ahead, she called out cheerfully. "Right on time...I can already tell this date's gonna be awesome!"

[Six Word Stories] Back from the grave...