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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 9, 2017 13:55:33 GMT -5
In a small town called Arkney in Maryland, on Chesapeake Bay, there is a beautiful if not worn old cabin 5 miles from town in the forest. The house has had many buyers, but none stay long. The townsfolk say the house is haunted, but you've never been one to believe or be afraid of ghosts. Looking for a new start, and with the great price, you purchase the cabin and decide to fix it up yourself. With no friends, no job, and no life outside of your new home, will you flourish in the beautiful little town, or struggle with the mysteries surrounding it?
BONUS: your character (female) can have a crazy secret, or something they're running from. i.e. the movie safe haven OPTIONAL: your character (female) may fall in love with the ghost, try to exorcise it, or try to help it find peace
MY CHARACTERS
Liam Sawyer Young (the ghost): died at age 23 of mysterious causes. nobody around town likes to speak of it or even seems to know. generally good looking - athletic/muscular build, but not big. 5'10 height. sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and deep sun-tanned skin. notable features: weathered, large, rough hands - like a farmer. eyes are sharp blue - in less of an attractive way and more of an intimidating/threatening way. bullet hole scars - one in the chest, one in the thigh, and a graze in the head.
Christopher Dylan Graham (owner of the small marina/runs the shop): aged 25, has already been married and divorced. his ex-wife cheated on him while he was serving his time in the navy. he gained weight and did not / could not sign for another term. average weight / build, slight "muffin top." somewhat muscular - kind of like a bear. 6'2 height. dark brown hair, usually with sun highlights in the summer because of the time spent outside. honey-brown eyes, somewhat resembling mud, but nice in the sunlight. notable features: always has a little scruff or a bit of five'o'clock shadow, both arms have full sleeves ; the left is of the ocean and the right are tribal designs. also has a flag and an anchor tattooed on his chest on the right side
Alice in Wonderland
Christina Joanne Hart || Christy || 19 || Female || 5’10
Christina is a tall, slim 19-year-old girl. She has mid-back length bright red waves for hair that looks like literal water. When most people see it, they just want to put their hands in it to see if it feels like it looks. Her skin is a milky white colour, very pale. She has one blue eye and one green eye. Her face is oval shaped with high cheekbones and a small sharply curved nose. She has long, slender arms and fingers. Her body is pretty toned from her being slightly athletic.
Christina comes from a highly wealthy family. Both her parents are successful in their jobs and wanted their only child to continue the family business. Unfortunately for them, Christina wasn’t a businesswoman. Instead, she became a writer. A highly successful one, publishing her first novel at the age of 16. She was disappointed with her parents when they weren’t proud of her or happy for her. Her parents can be described as snobbish, snotty, rude, workaholics, and racist. They aren’t Christina’s favourite people.
Christina’s personality can be summed up with the word dreamer. Since the age of 5, she’s always had her head in the clouds. Never really paying attention in school, she preferred to doodle and scribble over her homework, tests, and notebooks. She is a giggly, sweet, caring, and very easily distracted person. It’s almost impossible to get her upset. She has a love for animals and those who cannot care for themselves. She always finds herself helping anyone who needs it. Most people scorn her for her behaviour. Christina isn’t violent but would die to protect someone. She is fiercely loyal and doesn’t appreciate it if you hurt someone she cares about. However, if you do she most likely won’t retaliate. It goes against her nature.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 10, 2017 4:10:42 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- Christina Joanne Hart || Christy || 19 || Female || 5’10
Christina is a tall, slim 19-year-old girl. She has mid-back length bright red waves for hair that looks like literal water. When most people see it, they just want to put their hands in it to see if it feels like it looks. Her skin is a milky white colour, very pale. She has one blue eye and one green eye. Her face is oval shaped with high cheekbones and a small sharply curved nose. She has long, slender arms and fingers. Her body is pretty toned from her being slightly athletic. Christina comes from a highly wealthy family. Both her parents are successful in their jobs and wanted their only child to continue the family business. Unfortunately for them, Christina wasn’t a businesswoman. Instead, she became a writer. A highly successful one, publishing her first novel at the age of 16. She was disappointed with her parents when they weren’t proud of her or happy for her. Her parents can be described as snobbish, snotty, rude, workaholics, and racist. They aren’t Christina’s favourite people. Christina’s personality can be summed up with the word dreamer. Since the age of 5, she’s always had her head in the clouds. Never really paying attention in school, she preferred to doodle and scribble over her homework, tests, and notebooks. She is a giggly, sweet, caring, and very easily distracted person. It’s almost impossible to get her upset. She has a love for animals and those who cannot care for themselves. She always finds herself helping anyone who needs it. Most people scorn her for her behaviour. Christina isn’t violent but would die to protect someone. She is fiercely loyal and doesn’t appreciate it if you hurt someone she cares about. However, if you do she most likely won’t retaliate. It goes against her nature.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 10, 2017 13:02:35 GMT -5
okay, I will start cx I know you were active two hours ago... we keep missing each other!
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The house was dark. Well, it was always dark, but at midday in July a house should be full of warmth and light. Instead, the shades and curtains were drawn, the shutters locked, and all the doors bolted. A lean figure reclined in a dusty old couch, knees drawn up and hand on chin. How long? he wondered. How long do I have to stay here? It had been nearly two months since the house had been occupied, as Liam had successfully driven the last family of three out of the three bedroom, one bath cabin. He sighed, and watched the air around his breath turn cold and hint at frost. It was torture; to breathe without actually feeling the lungs expand, to see without really seeing vibrancy, to feel without feeling. Life after death, he had always been told, was a light and beautiful experience. And yet... here he was, stuck between worlds, in more of a hell than he imagined the real underworld. AND- today was the day. The busybody realtor had found yet another unknowing occupant to reside in the house he had called home all his life... and death... and today was the scheduled move in day.
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"Well now, Mr. Graham," said the hefty town preacher, stroking his thick white mustache, "I'd say the bait you sold me last week did the trick. Caught me some nice striped bass, a couple spadefish, and a whole lotta flounder. I'm gonna need about 3 more pounds of the stuff."
Running his hand through his lengthening, chestnut brown hair, Christopher smiled. "Tell you what.. I'll just give you a bucket, if you tell Maggie to drop by and see me sometime soon." His eyes crinkled in the corners with the weight of his smile finding its way to them.
The preacher, Bernie, smiled even broader. "I can do that, Graham. She fancies you, ya know." he winked.
Chris nodded, distractedly slopping a few pounds of worms and other bait into a bucket, and heaving it up onto the counter. "Then its an accord. I'll expect to see her soon?"
Bernie gave him a two-handed thumbs up, grabbed the bucket, and turned. He strode out of the shop and the door shut behind him, leaving behind only the tinkling of the bell to indicate that someone had been there only moments before. Chris was alone.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 11, 2017 9:09:55 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- I was having spotty internet. And sometimes, I leave my computer on so it looks like I'm online but I'm not. ✶ɪᴄ- It was a long drive to reach her new house, mainly because she was coming in from out of town. The listing for a small and secluded cabin in the woods was perfect and captured her attention the minute her mismatched eyes caught the ad. Her old house, if it could even be considered that, just wasn't working out. A two bedroom apartment would've been nice, if it wasn't smack dab in the middle of the city. So much noise and too many people made it impossible for her to work. She just never wanted to move until she found the perfect place. Now she had. Pale hands grasped the steering wheel at ten and two as she pulled onto a dirt road. Yowling from the baby blue carrier seated shotgun made it a little difficult to focus. The orange and white cat was not happy about being locked in his carrier for hours on end. He was definitely voicing his opinion, Christina did not need to speak cat to know that. The road was not paved and barely reasonable for a car to use. Flocked on each side by trees and nature, the girl felt at peace. Finally, after years of overcrowded city life, she could have peace and quiet. "Hey buddy, you can cease the cries of your people. We are almost there." Her airy voice cooed to her baby. When she was younger, she hated the light, dainty sound of her voice and her heterochromia. However, as she got older, she loved those features that made her Christina and nobody else. Pulling her silver Prius into a makeshift driveway, she shut the car off and jumped out. The young woman couldn't remember the last time she had left that vehicle. Oh, yes, to get gas when she was in town. But that didn't count. She made her way over to the other side of the car and let the cat out of his cage. He let out a happy yowl and leapt out. He twirled around his owner's legs before running off into the woods. Christina inhaled the forest air as she looked around. The mover's truck was already there thanks to her old friend Emmaline. The girl drove the moving truck all the way down to her best friend's new house, before taking her own car back. Christy was a little disappointed that she didn't get to see her friend, but she knew she would eventually. The red head walked up to the cabin, twisted the key in the lock, and entered. The place would definitely need to air out and be fixed up a little. Aside from the minor flaws, it was perfect and Christina couldn't wait to move in.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 11, 2017 15:25:12 GMT -5
With a clunk, the door unlocked and creaked open. Liam could hear it even from across the house and his lip curled as he realized: they were here. He hadn't paid particular attention when the blonde, bubbly, WAY over loud realtor had shown the house. It might have even been one of those online tours, through video, or whatever device. He stood up slowly from his perch on the couch, and glided over to the door. The air around him and that followed him became cold - so cold you could almost see white just within the radius of where he stood. He blinked.
In the doorway stood an extremely pale girl. Takes white as a ghost to a new level, he mused, and chuckled. He rounded behind the open door, and leaned in close to look at her. Had she been able to see him, he'd have been merely a foot away from her face. The eyes are what struck him, sending a ray of warmth down his ghostly spine. One blue, like the waves of an ocean - striking and strong, and one green - like the forest that surrounded them. Her features were sharp, and his immediate thought was that of a porcelain doll; she was a very attractive young woman. He smirked. This should be too easy. He gripped the open door, and frost appeared around his fingertips on the wood. This would be the only thing he would do to show himself, for now, as he liked to draw out and agonize the eventual flight of the occupants of the house. He pulled on the door slightly, as if to wrench it away from her, then disappeared into the shadowy area of the large living room, where the lights hadn't worked for years.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 12, 2017 7:44:17 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- I totally love your description of my character. cx ✶ɪᴄ- A long hiss emitted from the orange and white cat as his back arched and fur puffed up. From the back of his throat, a growl accompanied his hiss. A sure sign that something was wrong. He ran in front of his human's path, attempting to stop her. "Oh, Aristotle, stop that. I know it looks a little odd, but we will be fine here." Christina's light voice floated to her cat's alert ears and seemed to calm him. Her sound always calmed anyone, with its breezy and gentle qualities. She pushed open the front door and entered the building. "I do not want to unpack, darling. I really do hate it." The girl exclaimed to no one in particular, probably just her cat, as she wandered around her new home. She found where her bedroom would be as well as her office. A third room was left, but she hadn't the slightest clue what to do with it. Christina was a simple person and didn't need a lot. "Perhaps Aristotle can have his own room. Would you like that, sweetie? All your toys and whatnot in one room." The redhead asked her cat. She sure did a lot of that; talking to her cat. The kitty in question tilted his head and let out a little mew. "You are right. You wouldn't use it anyways. My silly little bud likes to sleep with mommy and leave his toys everywhere." She giggled softly, closing her eyes and smiling. Eventually, Christina made it to the living room and tried the lights. She hadn't felt the need to turn on lights anywhere else since it was still daytime and light flooded the house. Except in the living room, apparently. Her different coloured eyes widened even further when the lights did not come on. "Oh, bug. I guess I should figure out how to get those working before dark." With that said, she flopped onto the couch and relaxed, making no move to fix the lights. At least for now.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 13, 2017 22:31:55 GMT -5
GOOD! I was hoping what i was picturing would come close to what you were picturing cx
Liam's eyes followed the redhead as she talked and walked about. He leaned against the wall in the corner, listening to her light voice waft through the air. He ran his fingers through his hair. She's strange, he thought, and then scratched his chin. Very strange.
His eyes wandered to the cat, and he smirked at it. Can you see me? He almost said it aloud, but figured he probably should not. Not yet. He pushed off the wall, and walked over to the island dividing the kitchen from the living room. the cold air following him. Leaning against it, he pondered this newcomer in his house, and wondered if she even believed in the supernatural. He sighed, barely audible, and walked into the third bedroom... shutting the door behind him.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 14, 2017 7:46:56 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- It is exactly what I was picturing. cx ✶ɪᴄ- The sound of a door shutting perked both Christina and Aristotle's ears. The human sat up and looked around, wondering if she left any windows open. Passing the noise off on that, she got off the couch and walked out of the house. She had to fix those lights before it got too dark out, so that was her task. The red haired girl opened up the trunk of her car to get the kit she needed and set off to find the fuse box.
Aristotle had a much different task. As much as he loved his human, she was a tad daft. Okay, a tad would be a nice way of putting it. She was a kind and loving girl who always gave him love and attention, but her mind was definitely not all there. So the creamsicle coloured cat decided to investigate the house on his own. There was something up with this place and it was up to him to discover it. Padding up the stairs, Aristotle found the source of the slam. He sniffed the door and hissed at it. All of his nicely groomed fur puffed up as a growl emitted from his throat. What is going on here? he wondered. Gaining confidence, he approached the door and scratched at it, yowling at whoever, or whatever, was inside.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 14, 2017 18:31:26 GMT -5
Hearing the cat outside his door, Liam smirked. Pushing off the opposite wall, he walked over to the door and tapped on it three times, very very softly. "Here, kitty," he said, his voice deep and sounding melancholy. This was one problem of being dead; even when you talked in a normal tone, you sounded sad. His tone, while the voice itself deep and slightly baritone, was breathy, almost a whisper. Wrapping his spectral fingers around the doorknob, he turned it and pulled it loose from the latch. He then took a few strides back, to see if the cat would push the door open, or if it was afraid. He crouched down, almost into a sitting position, knees pointing skyward, and waited.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 14, 2017 19:08:48 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- ✶ɪᴄ- Cautiously, Aristotle nosed the door open. He blinked slowly a few times before he entered. He was really not liking this house. With such precise movements and skittishness, the kitty made his way into the middle of the room. His head rotated quickly, green eyes searching for something out of place. That is when he saw it. Or him. A human that didn't look all that well, from his opinion. But then again, to the cat, no human was better than his. He hissed loudly, wanting to warn Christy but not wanting to leave the intruder alone.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 14, 2017 19:29:10 GMT -5
"Well, well. Look what we have here," Liam purred rising briefly to glide over to the cat, before crouching again and leaning over to look at it. "Where do you get off, hissing at me in my own house, kitty?" He chuckled slightly, then reached out a ghastly hand to let the cat investigate. "You couldn't smell me before, yes? But the cold... does the iciness of death pierce your fur?" His hand was inches away from the cat, glowing white from the low sunlight creeping in through the windows. "My name is Liam. I reside here. I say reside, because, I'm obviously not among the living." He paused, and blinked down at the orangey cat. "Your lady, your owner. She won't be able to see me, so there's no use to try to warn her. She can't see me unless I allow her to." He put the outstretched hand on the ground about two inches from the cat, and looked the him in the eye
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 14, 2017 19:36:47 GMT -5
I'm about to drive home, will take about 30 minutes
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 14, 2017 20:14:12 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- ✶ɪᴄ- Aristotle tilted his head at the man. While his words seemed harsh, his presence gave off a different feel. The cat was not sure what to make of it. He softly sniffed the man's hand and gave it a lick.
Downstairs, Christina celebrated her ability to fix the lights. When you live on your own for as young as she did, you pick up on different things. Electrical wiring was a breeze if you knew what you were looking for. A couple minutes of flickering the lights via the switch later, she called for Aristotle. "Hun? Now where'd you get off to?" She mumbled under her breath but shrugged the cat's disappearance off. He always came around. Instead, she began to bring boxes from the truck into the house.
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 14, 2017 20:42:43 GMT -5
took slightly longer than expected! it started raining POURING on my way home
Liam winced at the cat's reaction. "Right," he grunted, grimacing. "Animals are weird." He stood up, and made a shooing motion with his hands. "Scat!" he growled, blue eyes blazing, shooting icy daggers at the animal. "Go find your human." He kicked at it, not caring whether or not he actually made contact, and reached behind to push the door open, so hard it hit the wall with a dull thud.
Downstairs, a young brunette woman knocked at the front door after watching Christina disappear into the house with a few boxes in tow.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 15, 2017 7:44:03 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- Lol, totally fine. I was asleep by then. c: ✶ɪᴄ- The cat hissed and ran off, out of the room. Probably to go hide under something until his human found him. Christina, on the other hand, was busy moving things in the house by herself. Her tall height and athletic build made the process a whole lot easier. Her thoughts were stopped by a knock at the door. She gently placed the fragile box she was carrying down on the ground and walked over. Opening the door with a friendly smile, she greeted whoever was there with a warm "Hello".
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 15, 2017 18:18:20 GMT -5
Hey boo, my computer crashed and I don't know when I can get back,on. My phone is terrible to post on. Sorry. Ill try to get back to you soon. c: ))
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Post by ʀαуɴє♡ on Aug 15, 2017 18:41:04 GMT -5
The girl in the doorway, a short, pear-shaped thing, smiled a sweet smile. "Hi hun! I'm your neighbor. Well, if you can call someone that lives three miles away a neighbor. I mean... I'm your closest neighbor... that's what I meant." She laughed nervously, running a hand through her long, dark hair. "I'm sorry. I'm excited. I haven't had a neighbor that chose to stick around in this creepy old house. I'm Vanessa, by the way. Vanessa Miller." She reached out a hand, as if to shake Christina's hand.
Liam watched the exchange from the window upstairs. He could not see Christina, as she was either in the doorway or in the house, but he could see the small brunette standing on the stoop. He rolled his eyes. Welcome back, Vanessa.
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Post by Tᥲffყ on Aug 18, 2017 9:42:56 GMT -5
✶ᴏᴏᴄ- ahh. Sorry it took so long! I am on my sister's computer because she is awesome enough to let me borrow it. ✶ɪᴄ- Christina delicately took the girl's hand, giving it a light shake before retreating hastily. The pretty red head was not exactly a people person and chose to move into a cabin far away from others for that reason. She swallowed lightly and gave a friendly smile. "Hello, Vanessa. I didn't know I had any neighbors around." The girl paused for a moment, scrunching her eyebrows together before looking up at her guest. "Why has no one stuck around? This place is very lovely." Her question floated in the air as she waited for a response.
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