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« Thread Started on Apr 14, 2006, 4:36pm » | |
((Open to anyone in-tune enough with the paranormal that they’d be able to see him. =D ))
A man and a woman sat on the cheap wooden bench outside of a homey café, conversing lightly and sipping their morning coffee. The man was Paul, the woman Sara, married for 3 years and counting. Recently bought, a crisp newspaper laid between them, folded over to read half of the front page. There was a car parked across the sidewalk in front of the two. A Cadilllac. And on top of this Cadillac sat a man, staring at the couple with hostile eyes.
“What a god-damn slut,” he said loudly, staring at Sara; with her hitched up skirt and low-cut top.
That would be Gavin.
Sara seemed to look up for a moment and stared straight ahead, at Gavin, past Gavin. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, you cheating scum.” She merely turned to Paul and laughed at her husband’s joke without really hearing it. Paul looked satisfied and tipped his Styrofoam cup towards his mouth. Gav sighed momentarily, completely exhausted and confused. This was getting a bit old. He could’ve been hit by a car whose owner was at least somewhat interesting.
Ever since the accident, when some drunken idiot rammed Sara’s Cadillac into him, Gavin hadn’t been able to leave it. He was stuck with it. And he knew he must be dead, but he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t leave the car, and why he had to sit around watching these fools. Hello, Heaven? You forgot something over in aisle 5. And what was worse, he was completely invisible to the world.
Disgusted, he watched as Sara leaned over and kissed Paul, who accepted it with vigor. “Oh, Jesus, Paul! Your woman’s a whore!” Gavin blurted out from the roof of the Cadillac. He slammed his fist down, but the sound was lost in the cracks of the street. This was horrible. Every night that he’d been here, Gav had witnessed Paul’s wife going out to meet Mr. Six-Pack, as Gavin has so dubbed him, to have a little fun in the backseat. It was sickening, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it, or even tell the guy. His attention was grabbed as the couple stood up and made their way to the department store down the block.
“Yeah, alright, walk away! You’re just another tool. Come back to me when you get some common sense, Paul, you filthy bas—“ but Gavin’s unheard insult was interrupted, for he had fallen through the roof of the car. “Again!” he yelled, now laying under the Cadillac and on the asphalt of the street. The dark-haired man grunted and hoisted himself up, his head and torso pushing through the bottom of the car like a hot knife through butter. He passed through the metal frame as if it weren’t even there—as if he weren’t even there—until he was sitting atop the crushed trunk. Gavin glanced around, slightly embarrassed.
Well, maybe this whole invisible thing had one good part to it. Nobody would be able to laugh at him now.
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« Reply #1 on Apr 14, 2006, 5:19pm » | |
Now Conan wasn’t particularly happy at this moment, but he was still grinning as absurdly as ever. He smiled happily at a child and waved at the kids mother, who immediately murmured something to her son about staying away from crazy people. Not that the blonde even noticed. Conan always appeared to be in a perpetually good mood, so he went on with life. Now that that point has been discussed we move on to why the tall blonde was in the West District of all places. Conan was here to do some grocery shopping, actually. It was tedious, it was boring, and it annoyed the hell out of him, but it had to be done. Otherwise he’d be stuck eating out every night and his oddities found restaurant food to be rather terrifying
That was why Conan White was in West District today, looking to pick up enough food to keep his apartment stocked for the next few days. Sadly, like a teenager with ADHD and a sugar high he’d been drawn away from his route to a supermarket when something tugged disconcertingly on his sixth sense. So here he was, side stepping a couple that were heading down the street and making a bee line for a fairly normal looking, if not abused, car. Cadillac by make, he guessed, though he wouldn’t quote himself on it. Conan was terrible with things that ‘normal’ young men seemed to be obsessed with.
Conan stood at the edge of the parking lot and propped his knuckles on his hips, pursed his lips, and stared. He had no idea why he was drawn here, and frankly he annoyed him to death. His long braid swayed slightly as his head twitched, crystal blue eyes narrowing behind the lenses of his glasses. He thought he’d just seen something… Quiet reigned for a good few moments and then Conan was surprised as a young man floated up and perched on the dilapidated trunk of the car. Maybe there was something off here after all.
The blonde psychic strode over and (after looking around for a moment) leaned a forearm against the cars roof and propped himself there. Ah, how wonderful it was to make himself look even nuttier than the people of Providence already thought him to be. A grin split his features at the thought and he eyed the specter who appeared to be annoyed, if he wasn’t mistaken, "Getting sick of not being noticed?" Conan drawled out eyes gazing distantly at the far side of the street. He wondered what the owner of the car would do if they found him leaning here, conversing with himself. What an interesting thought.
Tipping his head a little to the left he blew a few messy locks of soft blonde hair out of his face with a small puff of breathe. Inside he was mentally thinking of the hilarity of some poor soul be stuck to a car, sad yes, funny, absolutely. He was going to laugh about this when he got home. If he had been here on duty, he may have had to try and combat the ghost, but as it was, Conan was off duty and had no intention of ruining his day by starting a full out paranormal battle in the middle of a crowded street. He was just curious, and the longer he talked with the spook, the more time he could procrastinate about his shopping.
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Gavin Ramsey
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« Reply #2 on Apr 14, 2006, 9:31pm » | |
His dark brown eyes followed the two off as they left him, alone again, to sit and wait. Oh yeah, this was getting old real quick. If Gavin had to rely on those two for entertainment, you knew he was getting desperate. He laid back on the rear window, stretching his arms up and under his head as a makeshift pillow. He thought about heading in for the back seat but after remembering what Sara had done there last night, he thought better of it. An annoyed scowl grazed his lips.
There was movement to his left. Gavin picked his head up, loose, uncombed brown curls hitting the back of his neck. And who was this? Some idiot man was leaning an arm over the top of the Cadillac like he owned the place. Boy, was that guy lucky Gavin was… transparent, now, because otherwise he’d have to give him what-for. Resting on his car. Honestly.
Uncomfortably he laid himself back down, bracing for the hour or so of boredom he was going to face with Paul and the whore gone. Hey, she dragged him into a clothing store—it could be days. His exasperation was bridged when his visitor spoke, and Gav answered without thinking.
“You could say that again,” Gavin muttered absently, not quite comprehending the situation. First he dies, then he’s ignored, and now some stranger was making trivial small talk with him on—wait. Rewind. Making small talk. This guy could see him?
Gavin scrambled out of his leisurely position and turned to face the blonde, staring at him with squinted eyes for a moment to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. He tilted his head inquisitively. “You can see me?” he voiced, almost delicately, like he would scare the man away if he spoke to loud. Suddenly his brain clicked on and without waiting for any further acknowledgement, Gav leant over and frantically waved his hand in front of Conan’s face. You know. Just to make sure.
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« Reply #3 on Apr 14, 2006, 9:48pm » | |
Conan mildly followed the ghosts gaze, watching the couple he’d walked past on his way here wander into a clothing store. Interesting…Well, no, not really. What Conan found truly amusing was the ghost’s reaction to himself. He’d glared, gone to ignore him, then answered him absently before doing something of a double take. To Conan the whole thing was absolutely priceless. Conan simply smiled amiably at the guy the whole time taking in his reactions with calm blue eyes. It wasn’t until the point that the other started waving his hand in front of his face that Conan deigned to speak up again.
"Of course I can see you." He told him. "Plain as day in fact… Though you’re still a bit see through." Squinting slightly the blonde watched a young women wander past through the ghost’s chest. After a moment he turned his eyes back up to the ghost’s face allowing his eyes to unfocus a bit so that it’d be easier to see the specter rather than through him. "I felt you’re… er… Paranormal signature and came to have a look see. Can’t say I’m used to seeing ghosts chained to cars though." Some old man who was walking by was giving Conan a really odd look, which he completely ignored, choosing to smile at the ghost instead.
Drumming his fingers on the roof of the car he quietly listened to the hallow sound it created for a moment or two, "Ah, I’m being rude…Even if you are…ah… Dead…" he murmured, looking over his glasses at the ghost for a moment. "My name’s Conan White." He told him cheerily. "Should I call you something or simply refer to you as the Cadillac Ghost?" he asked, his eyes crinkling with good humor. He just loved how he was making himself appear crazier by the second. Oh well, people should be used to this sort of thing by now, and if they weren’t they really shouldn’t be living in Providence.
((Erk, that post wasn't that good. D: Sorry.))
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« Reply #4 on Apr 14, 2006, 10:20pm » | |
((Oh, don’t worry. Mine are only going to get shorter XD))
Gavin sat back, a bit surprised, for before the man spoke he actually thought that he was imagining the whole thing. He’d taken attention for granted. Oh, but it was a wonderful, wonderful thing to have someone to talk to. But what to say?
As Conan talked, Gav listened. This could go without mention, but Gavin rarely listened to someone. He’d hear what they were saying, he’d understand it, but he didn’t really listen. Possibly being invisible to everyone had changed that. For now. His attention was faltered as a woman walked through him unsuspectingly, and he jumped a little at the feeling. He’d have to get used to that. Gavin looked back up to the blonde man, not sure what to think. The guy seemed a bit boorish, and given Gav’s situation, he wasn’t quite in the mood to be dealing with rudeness.
“Whoa buddy, wait a second. Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I’m still not a person,” the brunette retorted, crossing his arms over his chest (with some difficulty, as his hip remained attached to the side of the car). And then Gavin paused again. Dead. Really? He’d thought about it, and deep down he knew he must be, but… hearing it from someone else seemed to confirm it. It was a bit of a grim feeling, to be honest. Maybe there was some way out of it. There must be some way out of it.
Gavin nodded at his greeting, attempting to peg a name to a face. It wouldn’t be hard, the guy seemed like he never stopped smiling. His eyebrow rose at Conan’s next comment, and Gav scowled. “Oh, yeah, Cadillac Ghost, please,” he offered sarcastically. The first person he met had to be an idiot. Someone up there didn’t like him. Maybe that’s why he was still here.
Stiffly, he said, “Gavin Ramsey. I’d offer to shake hands, but, you know.” Tipping his head to the side, the man stood straight, an arm lingering on the surface of the Cadillac. He was silent for a moment, scanning over the previous conversation, when, “Hold on here, you called me a ghost?” Yeah, Gavin’s a little on the slow side.
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« Reply #5 on Apr 18, 2006, 4:13pm » | |
Conan couldn’t help but allow a bit of a smirk to twist his lips at the Ghost’s attitude, "True, I suppose." He replied to the comment about him still being a person. "I guess you’ve still got the general persona thing going on, but to be technicaly you’re physicality is more of an ethereal, mist isn’t it?" Conan could tell he was most probably getting under the poor soul’s ‘skin’ but he’d never really cared before and he wasn’t about to start now. Doubtless it’d only land him into some sort of trouble, but lucky for him this spook was attached to an object that he could wander away from rather easily.
Conan quirked a brow, bright blue eyes glittering with unrestrained amusement, "Well sure, it is what they’d probably detail you’re case file as." He informed the other, referring to how the Faction would categorize him were he a case that was to be turned into a mission. The ‘Cadillac Ghost’ would be appropriate and fitting, no need to get personal and call it the ‘Gavin Ramsey’ case, as the other had just introduced himself as. Conan was odd like that, he probably wouldn’t even bother reporting Gavin’s existence the next time he was at the faction, like he rightly should.
Removing his arm from the car’s roof he straightened up and brushed a bit of dust off himself, not that there was any really there. Habits, Conan had a lot of habits tied to cleanliness. Still highly amused Conan nodded in amiable agreement with the specter, "Yes, I can foresee difficulty in a handshake." The blonde continued to smiling in his disarming way as the spook appeared to a moment of contemplation before asking yet another question, "I believe I did." Was the answer and Conan was slightly curious as to the question. He knew some ghosts refused to believe their deaths, but this one obviously had some awareness of the factor, he just seemed uncertain of why the hell he happened to be an ethereal entity now instead of something else. Conan supposed all people had different expectations of the afterlife, and it was rather upsetting if something didn’t live up to one’s expectations, now wasn’t it?
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« Reply #6 on Apr 20, 2006, 12:07am » | |
A jogger passed by briskly, and turned his head to Conan as he spoke, slowing down as if he’d been addressed to. "...but to be technical you’re physicality is more of an ethereal, mist isn’t it?" The jogger raised a brow and sped up. It was a little too much for a morning.
Gavin rolled his eyes and looked to Conan. There was a hallow grin on his face, one that did not necessarily evoke the feeling of happiness. “Oh, Mr. White, you’re quite the flatterer,” he said in a blatantly annoyed tone. Sighing, he raised a hand and flexed his fingers, waving them through the hood of the Cadillac. They passed through with ease. Yeah, he’d figured he was a ghost. It was a little difficult to believe it, considering it contradicted the whole God thing. But Gavin guessed it was only temporary. Something would happen, he’d end up with his girlfriend soon enough. He would end up on some quack tv show explaining how he “made it to the other side and back again”.
“Case file?” Gav asked absently, shaking his head and listening. “Jesus, you’re informative. Try being a little more vague next time.” He tapped his fingers impatiently on the hood of the light blue vehicle and glanced back to the department store Sara had wandered into. No sign of her or her husband. “Honestly,” he continued in an aggravated tone, “first person that can hear me is some giddy idiot who can’t string together a useful sentence and I can’t even go looking around because I’m stuck to this piece of sh—!” Gavin kicked the tire of the Cadillac, and stopped immediately when he heard the soft thud that emitted from it.
His features softened and he stared at the tire. “You hear that? I made a sound!” In retrospect, Gavin would curse himself for saying something so childish, but he was pleasantly surprised at his new skill and god help him if he wasn’t going to try and re-create it for hours after Conan left.
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