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Post by COVE-RHYS ANTHANY HOWEL on Feb 21, 2013 14:58:13 GMT -5
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SOMETIMES THE MOON LOOKS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
At this point he had no idea where he was, if he had fallen into another city just by walking through all of these houses of residences, or if he was just lost in some circle of the last city sign he had spotted on his travels. Every house looked exactly the same, the difference of some being that they had a few more flowers, or there were things decorating their lawns. One house in particular had a mess of garden gnomes that he couldn't help but fear would come to life and devour his soul. Their pointed red hats looked so menacing when put together with their hollow eyes.
His eyes detoured away from their looks as he continued forward passing by different vehicles. Seeing them made him oddly miss his car, being able to move at decent paces, getting past the boring stuff until he found something that interested him and forced him to pull over. Now he was just constantly walking. This too had it's own glory, but with the inability to even take photos any more he didn't appreciate walking as much as he might of if he survived.
It must have been just under four years now since the accident. But still, Cove-Rhys didn't fear anything that happened. In fact, he didn't even remember being all too scared of dying. He saw what was about to happen and didn't even have the time to be scared. Now that he was here, in the afterlife, he still felt the same, maybe if not more numb. It took him almost six months to realize he was dead. He attended his own funeral and wake, just because he couldn't bring himself to believe it. When he saw his own face, swollen and made up, he felt so sick that he almost vomited, but realized that was another thing he could no longer do.
Maybe it took him the shortest time of all ghosts to just accept death and the after life. He told himself that sometimes since he was the only one he ever had any real conversations with. There were a few other people he'd met as he traveled around, but a lot of them weren't really up to any sort of conversation. One taught him that it was possible to old real life objects, just like in the movies, but it was a skill that Rhys didn't use too often. "Maybe i'm actually just the most boring ghost of all time," he thought aloud. That was his biggest self-criticism was that he was too boring for people to even want to hold a real conversation with. He was just built up of the influences of everyone else. He was a ghost in real life, and now he was just simply a ghost.
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Post by melissaclark on Feb 25, 2013 16:53:20 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true][style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;]  [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] | [atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]People often called Melissa strange, and as of late she had been given reason to accept that that was true. She had been nearly completely unaffected by her own death, and she never even returned home to see how her father, all alone, was doing. She seemed to have grasped death by the shoulders and had shaken it until it had made sense to her.
And it did make sense. It was just another process, and she was positive that everyone went through this. Other ghosts she met had different opinions, and she accepted them. But she continued to believe that she was just another process, being something that had to be. But that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy a good, long walk. It wasn't like she was going to get tired, nor was she going to lose her breath any time soon. Frankly if that was the case she was certain she'd die out of surprise anyway.
Wandering as she did down the empty street, Melissa spied with two light blue eyes a figure ahead of her. It had been a while since she had last caught up with another ghost, so the thought of finding a fellow dead person excited her. She was a ways away behind him on the street, but he seemed distracted looking at things. She scurried ahead, footsteps eager but deathly quiet. She slowed once she was a little behind him. Her hands grasped her elbows and an inquisitive head cocked to the side. He had just said something, but she was a moment too late to catch it.
Well, she thought to herself, it wasn't like he could turn around and kill her for approaching him. Quite literally too. "You all right there, mate?" A thick London accent laced Melissa's words, and she waited expectantly for an answer, eyes wide and a smile tugging at the corners of her rosebud lips.[/style] |
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Post by COVE-RHYS ANTHANY HOWEL on Feb 26, 2013 20:34:00 GMT -5
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SOMETIMES THE MOON LOOKS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
In petrified shock of hearing a voice so close to him he jumped back and let one hand clench to his chest. A quick gasp of air let through his mouth, as he uselessly breathed out of habit. Although he was wandering through the residencies of this town he didn't expect to see anyone, especially not someone that was of his own nature. It took a moment for him to actually catch himself to be able to speak.
"i'm fine… thanks," He offered. He then tried to straighten himself up, from the surprise. By taking that moment he was able to observe the situation and the ghost before him, a young lady, maybe something close to his age, and he was able to tell that she was not American like him, or if she was she was quite excellent at faking an accent. "Are you usually one to pop up and scare the second life out of someone?" His voice was playful, not menacing, but he felt that she had already made it upon herself to talk to him that he might as well respond with more than the look of fright he held with him moments before.
It wasn't the first time that he actually talked to someone of the dead, but it had been a while, and Cove-Rhys was always able to bring himself to talking to them first. It was a thing of his to always approach those that seemed the most lonely. For ghosts it seemed as if there were numerous of them, or else those that were angered and didn't ant anything to do with anyone else. Each had to find their own way, he supposed.
He extended a hand out of a friendly gesture, "I'm Cove-Rhys, but you can call me Rhys… or Cove… " he let his voice trail. His own name was a conversation on his own that he tried not to have all too often. Typically he'd just tell people his name was Rhys in one place and Cove in another. He'd practically labeled each state he had been in by the name he chose to have in them.
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Post by melissaclark on Feb 27, 2013 15:25:47 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true][style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;] [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px] [/style] | [atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa always found it somewhat bemusing that some people didn't try to hide the shock on their faces when they were startled. It was almost animalistic. The surprise that was evident in this guy's features was both endearing and slightly offensive. She knew she was a ghost, or at some sort of spirit, but she didn't figure she was that spooky. She tried to relate, and after agreeing that it wasn't anything fuss over, a grin met her face like a dawn meeting the horizon. The words that left his mouth sounded as stunned as he looked, and her head remained cocked, eyes crinkling at the corners. "You sure? Seemed a bit lost. I'm no better off but.." With a light shrug of the shoulders, Melissa's smile had reached its peak, glittering brilliantly. It shrank and she smirked mirthfully at his question. "Gotta find some way to keep things happening, so far jump scares seem to be proving almost one hundred percent effective."
Eyeing the scruffy haired man in front of her, Melissa found herself wandering how she had died. This was often the case when she met knew people. Considering she hadn't met any humans, and was beginning to doubt in her short existence as a ghost that she wasn't going to, she was always fascinated by the deaths of others. She studied him for any visible marks, eyes raking up and down his body. But she didn't find anything too incriminating. She did, however, learn that he was pretty slender, and had pretty eyes. She tilted her head, and her lips cocked upwards at the sides, making a feline grin. Enthusiastically, the blonde woman snatched up the hand that had been offered to her. She shook it eagerly, but as gently as she could while she made no bid to curb her enthusiastic behaviour.
"Cove-Rhys? Interesting. That name suits you. I'll probably just call you Rhys, though. I'm Melissa. Mel, if you want." The British woman smiled that merry smile of hers and rested her bum against a nearby brick wall. Her ankles crossed, and she scuffed at the ground with the tip of her shoe, rolling her eyes skyward, and then down to the man she had just met. She had racked her brain for something to say, and all she could think of was the typical generic questions that you would hear in usual boring conversations. She rubbed at the back of her head, long fingers twining in light blonde hair. "So like, what were you doing out here?"[/style] |
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Post by COVE-RHYS ANTHANY HOWEL on Mar 1, 2013 2:30:37 GMT -5
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SOMETIMES THE MOON LOOKS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
Lost? Cove-Rhys couldn't help but stifle a chuckle out. If there was every one word that he ever would be described with lost was the right one. That's why he was always moving . But that was only something of a personal joke of his own. "No, don't worry about it," he wasn't going to bore this girl with random, sad thoughts. He died by a car accident, it wasn't as if there weren't people that weren't more tragic than him. He just kept that to himself as he went through his own self journey meeting people along the way.
"I'd say, if this was a video game, i don't know about the other players but i think you're winning," he smiled at the thought, as well as her own words. Scare-tactics were never something he had considered to get someone's attention, or to even talk to him for a second. Even when he was on the street hanging out flyers for a band promotionally, he'd say "hey can i talk to you for a second," and they'd either spit at him or laugh as the muttered the words "no."
It surprised him how eager she was to shake his hand, although it shouldn't have. She had been the one to approach him in the first place. There was a part of him that sort of liked this change, being approached rather than having to go up to another person. He nodded along to her, although he had never considered "Cove-Rhys" to be a name that suited him. He just thought his parents must of had a weird hippy stage to give him two first names but who was he to judge what suited him. "Sweet, Mel," he allowed the name to roll off his tongue. "It's nice to meet you." He smiled graciously. It was always nice to meet someone who was also just as enthusiastic as he was.
"Honestly?" He asked, while laughing, although part of the reason he said it was to try to give himself a second to think of some words that he could possibly say that would sound coherent enough. "I've always sort of been a wanderer, i don't even know where i am except that it's in the residential part of where ever i am," He shrugged. It was probably the most honest answer he'd ever given someone. "Might i ask why you were wandering down this way?"
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