[MEME] OH NO A GHOST

[wolfintheattic]

OKAY LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
I wanna play a ghost. Below are some prompts.
I'm not super picky about setting or 'verse.

A- Your character is a paranormal investigator, an obnoxious tv show host, or is otherwise exploring an area that is said to be haunted for whatever reason. Maybe it's a dare.

B- My character's ghost just SHOWS UP in your character's home. Did your character buy some haunted shit off ebay? Maybe my character died nearby or was summoned via Ouija board by some stupid teenagers at that party you hosted last month. Either way, you got yourself a haunted house now. Congrats.

C- Your character is also a ghost. Maybe they died together. Maybe my character is new to this whole being dead thing and yours shows them the ghostly ropes. Maybe it's the other way around. Either way, ghost adventures are had. _{Not currently looking for new PLSs with this plot!}

D- Your character is a necromancer-type-person and has summoned mine's spirit to do their bidding.

E- Your character is an exorcist and is here to shoo mine out of their current haunt or otherwise help them move on.

F- Our characters are friends. Mine died and has returned to hang out/help/finish some business with yours.

G- Your character moves into the house mine is currently haunting. EXCUSE U.

H- POSSESSION. It happened somehow.

IF A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO MEET IS MISSING, LET ME KNOW.

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[serenesuccessor]

[Honestly, she's not sure she could run if she wanted. Her legs feel like jelly.]

I can't.

[She has to stay in the house for an hour. Slowly she rocks back onto her butt, sitting with her knees tucked into her chest.

She rubs the heel of her hand against one of her eyes, wiping away her tears. Was this the ghost? Ghosts weren't supposed to be able to hold things.]

[goldeneyeball]

What do you mean you can't? Door's right there!

<sub>[He points with the phone and there, at the end of the hall, the front door swings open, inviting in a bunch of leaves from the porch. JW's shoulders sag as he regrets that. He was going to have to sweep later.]

[Ignoring her tears, he goes back to inspecting the phone. Its battery is nearly dead. Suddenly his thumb, though chilly, still pulses with some kind of force so when it passes over a certain part of the screen, it makes a clicking sound. He nearly drops it in his surprise and holds the thing out toward Naomi at arm's length.]</sub>

What do you kids have in your purses these days? Ray guns?

_{[Enjoy that blurry ghost selfie, Naomi.]}

[serenesuccessor]

[Another scream as she quickly - and comically - crab-walks backwards from JW.

Outside he might hear more screams from the group of teenagers outside, along with hurried footsteps as half of them flee.

She doesn't even seem to realize that he's taken a ghostly selfie, she doesn't even seem aware that he's holding it out to her or that the batteries nearly dead. She's too busy hugging her knees, face buried against the fabric of her costume.

He might not be a ghost but he was scary and Naomi was just going to sit here sobbing.]

I-I want my Mama! 'nd, 'nd Kou!

[Ooooor at least that's what she's probably saying. It's a little intelligible at the moment.]

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[JW watches her fall apart with something like satisfaction until he ears the screams. Attention successfully divided, he drifts past her, dropping the phone by her feet as he does. The screen finally stops flickering, free of the ghost's leech grip.]

[He arrives at the door in time to see even more teenagers running for the hills. Suddenly, the girl being alone in his house makes more sense. His brow furrows and he clenches his teeth, his image wobbling in frustration.]

[TEENAGERS. UGH. He moves to chase them but is stopped short like a dog on a chain. With a swear he drifts backwards, clutching his chest. The tether.]</sub>

For shit's sake...oof.

[serenesuccessor]

Ple-Please don't eat me! [Naomi, ghosts don't eat people.] 'm sorry! A-Aaron double dog da-dared me 'nd you can't say no so I gotta stay 'nd 'm sorry!

[Her voice is wobbly, a little more clear this time. She scrubs at her eye, uncurling when he moves away from her. When she sees her phone on the floor she scrambles to pick it up, clutching it to her chest.]

Plus... Plus i-If you eat me my big broth-brother'll come 'nd beat you up!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He whirls around, his image still wispy around the edges.]}

For cryin' out loud, kid, ghosts don't eat people! Ghosts don't eat anything!

_{[Great, now he's thinking about food. He'd tie a man in a knot just to taste a brownie again. His temper simmers down though as Naomi continues to sniffle there on his hallway floor. He REFUSES to feel guilty for scaring her. REFUSES. JW hugs himself, the sting of the tether still throbbing in his core.]}

A double dog dare, huh...not much you can do about that.

[serenesuccessor]

U-Uh huh. You can't no-not do one of those.

[If Naomi could have said no she would have. Actually, she tried. That's how it turned into a double dog dare.

She keeps sniffling, seemingly unable to actually stop, as she looks up at him.]

You... You're not gonna eat me?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He drifts away from the door, passing her again, unintentionally sending a chill across her hands and face. He paused at the entry to the living room and thought about going back to his poker game, but now his spirits (haha) were sort of dampened.]}

No. I couldn't even if I wanted to.

[serenesuccessor]

[She shivers, again wishing that she'd brought a jacket. Biting her lip she watches as he pauses, before looking at her phone.

A tiny, startled noise escapes her. She knew her battery wasn't fully charged but it most certainly was so low before!]

Hey! What did'cha do to my phone?

[She looks back at him, pouting. It would seem now that the threat of being eaten had passed she was less afraid of him. That or she'd just gotten tired of screaming every five seconds.]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[JW glances over his shoulder.]}

That's a phone? Good grief, I have been asleep again!

[serenesuccessor]

Yeah, it's an iphone. [She says with an almost audible 'duh'.] Um, well I-I made the case.

[Wiping her eyes on her arm, they've seemed to have to halted for now.]

Ghosts can sleep?

[goldeneyeball]

Not exactly...but it's the closest thing I can think of to what happens...why do you need a phone? What are you, twelve? Who do twelve-year-olds call?

_{[It's easier to distract himself from feeling sad by being an ass to somebody else.]}

[serenesuccessor]

[That makes her stand up, hands on her hips. Any fear is now gone.]

I'm fourteen!

[She knew she was tiny, and a little childish, but she was tired of everyone thinking she was twelve or younger!]

I got it so I can call my Mama or friends 'nd take photos 'nd play games. Duh.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[Her sudden aggressive stance plucks at JW's nerves. He doesn't like that! She needs to go back to sniffling and wailing for her friends. Like right now. The ghost rounds on her, all the candles in the room bursting into life with ghostly green fire, much like his own apperance.]}

Don't you DUH me, mortal!

[serenesuccessor]

[Oh, that's got her screaming again. The surge of bravery vanishes in a poof, but she manages not to fall back into her terrified crouch. She does take a step back however, blinking quickly.]

Do-Don't set your house on fire!

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He actually lets out a real live (or unlive) ghostly cackle at that. Yeah, mortal, that's what he THOUGHT! COWER! COWER BEFORE JAMES, THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!]}

That would be terrible wouldn't it! You'd have to leave, then, and then you'd be backing out of a double dog dare!

_{[The flames grow taller as he grins. Will he do it?]}

[serenesuccessor]

Yeah but then you won't have a house!

[A panic enters her voice as the flames grow. She trembles a little, trying to not just run. She had to stay for an hour!]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[If you listen carefully, one could hear the sound of a record scratch as JW's own logic is thrown back in his face. The candles extinguish themselves. He couldn't very well threaten her with that, could he? Grumbling, the ghost turns and drifts over to where his sofa is and flops down onto it. Or at least a couple of inches above it.]}

Do what you want, kid, just don't get snot on my rugs.

[serenesuccessor]

[Naomi doesn't move immediately. She doesn't actually move for at least ten minutes, remaining in her crouched position with her hands laced behind her head. The trembling subsides after the first two minutes, and after the third she slowly moves from her crouch into a sitting position.

She rubs her eyes, making them look even redder.

Ten minutes later, however, she pushes herself back up to her feet. If JW listens he can hear her soft tiptoeing a bit closer.]

Mister Ghost? Sir?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[He rolls to his side so he can glare at poor Naomi out of the eye that used to be an eerie yellow color--an old habit he used to use in life to intimidate. Now, both eyes are equally dark.]}

What?

[serenesuccessor]

[The look makes her stop, stumbling back a step. She bites her bottom lip, tucking the hair behind her ears.]

Um... 'm sorry for sneaking into your house?

[goldeneyeball]

_{[The ghost's eyelids fall to half mast.]}

A little late for that, don'tcha think? The least you coulda done was knocked.

_{[His eyes drift to her phone again. HOW on earth is that a phone?]}

[serenesuccessor]

Mama says it's still better to apologize then not. 'nd I didn't think anybody lived her!

[If she wasn't still scared her comment might have been accompanied by her tongue being stuck out at him.

She follows his gaze to her phone, looking down at it, then him.]

Um, d'you wanna see it? I've got Angry Birds.

[goldeneyeball]

Angry...birds? How many birds can you possibly fit in there?

_{[He rolls over a little further and props his head up on one arm.]}

[serenesuccessor]

It's a game!

[And here she goes, settling down to cross-legged in front of the sofa. She holds up her phone, frowning a little at that low battery, but it should hold out enough to show him the game, at least.

She swipes her phone, entering the passcode before paging through the pages upon pages of apps.]

You shoot birds at houses to beat up pigs.