[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.

Comments

[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.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[His eyes widen. It really IS some kind of Star Trek business...what on earth was civilization doing out there beyond his mailbox? He isn't sure whether to be excited or scared as he watches her navigate the apps.]}

And y' use that to call people...?

[serenesuccessor]

Yeah 'nd text people.

[She pauses briefly, finger hovering over the Angry Bird app.]

Oh, that's like, um, emailing? D'you know what emailing is?

[goldeneyeball]

I do remember emailing. Even have a computer upstairs. Let's see these angry birds.

_{[He doesn't dare lean in or the phone will die before she can launch even one bird.]}

[serenesuccessor]

Really? Is it super old?

[Because he was a ghost. All ghosts were old.

She taps the app and soon the game begins, Naomi hurtling poor birds and the pig houses.]

[goldeneyeball]

Older than you.

_{[He watches the game play out on the screen. JW can see the appeal. It's amazing how far phones have come. She's just touching the screen! No buttons at all!]}

So. These friends of yours are just gonna let you stay in a for real haunted house by yourself?

[serenesuccessor]

Yeah, I gotta stay for an hour. It was dare. [She puffs her cheeks out, looking back up at him.] Plus! Aaron was the one who dared me 'nd he's not my friend. He's a jerk.

[Then she lets out the air in her cheeks, looking back at her phone.]

But Bridget probably ran 'nd got my big brother 'nd Tai when you scared everybody, so they're probably gonna come to get me soon. I think 'm allowed to break the dare then 'cause Kou is scary when he's mad. So's Tai 'cause he never gets mad. They're the only ones I know who are allowed to break a double dog dare.

[goldeneyeball]

_{[The ghost's gaze abandons Angry Birds and moves to one of the windows. He could have some fun. Some real fun.]}

Hey...this may just be a ghost thing...but how do you feel about revenge?

[serenesuccessor]

[Outside JW might still be able to see a boy in a hockey mask arguing with another boy, as well as a few of Naomi's friends peering at the house. What's notably missing is a girl that had been dressed as Dorothy.

Bridget has already run off to get help and by the boy in the hockey masks expression he already knows he done fucked up.

Naomi looks back at him, temporarily forgetting her game.]

Y'mean like putting sugar in the salt shaker?

[serenesuccessor]

[Outside JW might still be able to see a boy in a hockey mask arguing with another boy, as well as a few of Naomi's friends peering at the house. What's notably missing is a girl that had been dressed as Dorothy.

Bridget has already run off to get help and by the boy in the hockey masks expression he already knows he dun fucked up.

Naomi looks back at him, temporarily forgetting her game.]

Y'mean like putting sugar in the salt shaker?

[goldeneyeball]

Nnnnno, I mean like luring that little Aaron snot in here and scaring the daylights out of him.

[serenesuccessor]

[. . .]

That would be mean!

[But there's an impish look in her eyes.]