The Roof: Sometime between Early Evening and Late Evening...

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Evil!Jamie aka "Skippy" stood at the edge of the roof, his overcoat billowing dramatically in the breeze.

In one short weekend he had destroyed his brother's life, love life and finances in one fell swoop.

Plus he managed to get some action from Jamie's former lover.

As far he was concerned it was the best weekend ever.

All of which he summarized in a long monologue to a potted plant that was next to him.

[For one... sort of.]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

There was a dramatic slow clap coming from behind Skippy after his monologue was finished. When he turned around he'd see none other than Charles Bass. Was it Charles Bass? He didn't have that ghostly glow around him before...

"Bravo, Jamie, bravo. You truly are a evil bastard," Charles said, smirking. "Or should I just call you Skippy?"

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"You're calling me an evil bastard?" Skippy asked with a smug look. "I think that's possibly the greatest compliment ever."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I can appreciate true art when I see it," Charles said, moving closer to where Skippy was. His scarf was missing; that bastard John had taken it from him after he died. Ah, well. You didn't really need a scarf in hell. "Tell me; do you really plan on forcing Temari to marry you?"

The answer to that question might determine whether or not Skippy lived through this.

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"Actually I do. And then killing her on our wedding night and framing my dear brother with the murder," Skippy said gleefully. "It's an intricate plot. Lots of details. Layers. Henchmen. I'm considering having her smothered with her own breasts. Hey didn't you have a scarf?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"My brother stole it after he killed me," Charles said. He moved with what one might call supernatural speed and suddenly he was directly in front of the other man. "Oh, and Skippy?"

"Wrong answer."

With one last smirk, the ghost of Charles raised his arms and pushed Skippy over the roof's ledge.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Skippy flew off the roof and careened to the ground where he made a marvelous splatty kind of noise that a certain coyote from a certain cartoon would have been familiar with.

Alas... Skippy was now dead.