There's always work to be done!

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

At least in Hit girl's mind, that was the way things rolled.

And for Mindy, if you wanted to take the two separately, that idea carried over. Sure, there was plenty of training to do, and god knows she had several sparring partners by now, but maintaining her civilian identity was just as important. As it so happened though, there was just as much stuff for Mindy to do as Hit Girl. Specifically, this house took a LOT of care and cleaning, something that Ruffnut was more than happy to let Mindy spearhead. So inside work had involved mopping, sweeping, dusting, window washing and all the while contending with the ghosts. With Ruffnut doing whatever she was doing at this time, Mindy was more than happy to carry on conversations with the house ghouls and was now, in fact, quite used to them being there. Sure, they were a bit cold with her right now because Hana was a fall out with Ruffnut (for some fucking reason or another) but there was no pranking at her, and likewise she was respectful of them.

They were ghosts, for Christsake. Did you really want to piss them off?

Right now Mindy was hard at work, painting the front of the building after making sure she had piled up some leftover debris from the latest piece of shit falling apart, and was wiping her forehead a moment. She was dressed in a plain short sleeve shirt and work pants, her hair in a ponytail, looking a little tired.

God, she wasn't even done with most of her work today.

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[moms-temperment.livejournal.com]

Hana had been avoiding Ruffnuts house ever since the argument, just like he'd avoided Ruffnut herself, and Mindy by extension.

Of course, it was hard to do when you had so many spirit friends haunting the place, coming to see you, telling you they miss you, feeling the spiritual energy call to him if he walked to close to the houses district.

He still dare not risk even walking down its street.

But he was in a seriously good mood today, better than he'd been in ages. And the pull of so many spirits wanting to see the young Shaman was too much to pass up.

He leant against a wall on the corner of the castles street, trying to ignore the funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. This was as close as he would get, and even this was pushing it.

He'd wait and catch a few of the passing spirits they like to go for the occasional stroll too, you know, have the word spread and most of them would come out to see him. Then he'd have talked to a good many of his spirit pals before it was time to head back.

Barely any time had passed before he'd accumulated a small crowd of unseen spirits, all clamoring for his attention, trying to say what they'd been doing the past several days.

He became so wrapped up in the numerous conversations, that he'd forgotten where he was and relaxed. True, it was sort of odd to see a young boy talking animatedly to himself in a street, but Hana was kind of used to people being baffled by it (even if he was much better at hiding his oddities than his dad had ever been) and the City was hardly a bustling place of activity at any time of the day.

"Haha! Really? That's not nice, you guys, you know how touchy Josh can be. Yeh, I know you were just playing. Huh? Oh! You were just 'joshing' Josh! I get it! Good one!" The sweet giggles mixed with his hearty chuckles indicated he was speaking to a group of nature or holy spirits again.

[keep-suriving.livejournal.com]

Diana's low profile was easily kept in the City, what with it being so big she could go for hours without seeing another person.

She thought it best to familiarize herself with the area. Know the escape routes. She didn't want to end up trapped down some alley when things went up the creek. And if she was setting up here, she'd need to know the best direction to flee in should something attack her in the middle of the night.

So she strolls casually down the streets, killing the day.

Oh, look, a little girl clearing out a creepy hotel that was practically begging for Scooby and the gang to come and investigate.

This should be fun.

The pretty teen walked over. "Someone's working hard."

[cooldemonkid.livejournal.com]

Ted wasn't all too familiar with the City, so exploring sounded like a good way to pass the time, being the fact there wasn't much for him to do to begin with anyhow.

Once he was pretty close to a strange building, he spotted a girl painting the front. Well, maybe he could help while passing more time, he was always pretty good with labor work.

The demon casually walked up to the girl, "Need help?"