The mausoleum was in the center of a graveyard one that had seen better times. The work crews were doing repairs and cleaning up. Most of the work was the mausoleum building itself the reason was a bit more than just tending to the dead. Seems the place was a secret location for a group of cultist.
They no longer owned the property the new owner was leaning against the building wall listing to the contractor. "Ya, I know it's fucked up. A villain base underneath a graveyard. Now it's mine and tha basics already thara just bring it up to code and add tha tech stuff. It's covered by Titan City hero group grant funds, see I even have tha paperwork all filled out and authorized." The contractor looked over the papers. "Still creepy really a hero base under a graveyard?"
Ron Bolton aka Rotten Luck the superhero zombie raise a brow "You expect someone like me to have a fancy mansion with a cave perhaps? I'm dead what better place for me to relax then a graveyard?"
"Alright, you saved my sister's life that's why I'm willing to do this even if it's a former cultist underground creep fest." He shakes his head as he said it and pass the paperwork back. Then headed for the elevator leading down to the base level.
Ron sighed truth the graveyard itself needed repairs a few headstones were cracked. He was having families of the departed tracked down. Reaching into a cooler he brought out a beer and took a swig. Just as a ghostly figure appeared in the mausoleum entrance. The ghost was in a goth-like outfit leather skirt and bustiers in life they been black in death they are a gray tone. She had a belt made of small chains complete with padlock. Gloves matching the outfit, and her hair was cut short pixie style. Her name was Misty Sinclare now having been spotted by Cape Chasers adding a few superheroes around town she been called Misty Spirit. "What's you doing dead head?" She timed it just right so he cough off guard and spun to look at the ghost.
"What do you think Misty? Got this place cheap and now it's my new crib. Heck if enough of the local dead types come around I start that group I been thinking about. Some time back I had a few contacted me to join the Graveyard shift."
"Oh! Can we throw a party not like we can wake the neighbors.. if we do they can join in!" She said smiling.
"We see Misty, we see... aren't you part of that Young Watchers group?"
"Them? Yeah, fun to hang around with that strange energy they got powering that tower a bit addictive. Even if they are nice still have to come here from time to time... you know this is where I'm.." she makes quotation marks with her finger "Resting"
He rolls his eyes "If this how you rest during your death, how wild were you in life?"
She laughed "Oh, I was a real bad girl type. All the wild parties I crashed." She then spun around and drifted to some of the workers might as well have some fun spooking the living.
"Behave yourself Misty! Bad enough most of the construction crews wouldn't take the job. Afraid this place was haunted."
"It is! There an ugly Zombie fellow near the mausoleum and a sexy ghost prowling the grounds!" She laughed.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP