Mistakes Are How I Learn

Nastassia Kohler 22 Pi Iota Epsilon Test my limits, I'm gonna wing it And there's nothing You can say.

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Seeing someone else take an interest pleased her. With the way they’d been thrown in the attic, they appeared unimportant. Maybe they were to whoever left them. Luna passed the other a comic. “I have no idea.” Picking up another, her pointer finger traced along the cover for a date. “Do you think they’re worth a lot? I found them.” It hadn’t crossed her mind that they were worth something.

At her opposites reply, Nastassia’s gaze flickered from the comics to the blonde. Usually, as far as she knew, people who claimed ownership of these kinds of valuables had all of the information handy -- some probably even liked to flaunt it a little bit. Although the girl hadn’t actually said they were hers, the assumption was still made. “Oh, you found them?” She echoed back, curiosity inflected in her tone. “Well, a few of them are probably worth a few hundreds alone, but altogether... maybe a couple of thousands. Do you mind if I ask where you found them?”

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chandler-murdoch:

Chandler nodded her head. “She still helps me sometimes,” she admitted, smiling a little as she took the joint back. Sticking it back between her lips, the spirit stood up and walked over to a self that was full of records. She looked over the contents as inhaled, pulling the joint out of her mouth with one hand and pulling a record of the shelf with the other as she exhaled. She stepped over and handed it back to Nastassia before going over to the record player and pulling out the record from the sleeve, putting it on the turntable. Carefully she placed the needle on the vinyl and backed up as the music started to play. “My best memory of being stoned?” She said aloud, going back to their conversation. “Let’s see…” The spirit thought for a moment as she took her place back on the floor, leaning against the bed. “There was one time my friends and I were at the park, and we were just kinda sitting there and talking,” she started, chuckling a little as she recalled the memory. “We started to hear this howling… must’ve been a coyote, or something. Anyway, at first we kind of ignored it, but then one of my friends started getting paranoid. Like, he swore it sounded like it was getting closer to us. We all kind of laughed at him, but then he got up and just ran. He started running and screaming and we all got up and ran after him.” Chandler let out another laugh, shaking her head. “There was a… a chain, like I guess to block people from parking in the parking lot. Anyway, he fucking tried to jump over the chain, just totally fucked up and tripped right over it. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my entire life… He was fine, by the way. He just scrapped up his knee real bad and ruined his jeans.”

From the way Chandler spoke about Eliza, Nastassia could only assume she was one of the nicer spirits in the house, and a part of her hoped she might run into the blonde sometime. “She sounds like a really nice person.” She complimented, taking the joint while her gaze followed Chandler as she went to the record shelf. While her opposite was busy getting the music set up, Nastassia figured she ought to busy herself with the joint and put it to her lips, taking a long pull this time. Her eyes widened double in size as the burning returned to her chest; she quickly blew out the smoke. Looking back at Chandler as she sat down across from her, the hazel eyed listened with intrigued ears as she took another hit from the joint and then handed it back over. Her expression was tinted with slight anxiety at first, however, as the story progressed her features began to slip into a look of amusement. Already she was sure this wasn’t going to end how she had been anticipating, and as Chandler wrapped it up, the honey haired burst hysterical laughter. “THAT’S THE BEST STORY I’VE EVER BEEN TOLD!” She managed, though her voice shook through the laughter. It was nearly a good minute by the time her laugh died down and it was only because her stomach muscles had begun to hurt. “I wonder if that was a story he shared with people too?”

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chandler-murdoch:

“She’s one of the first ghosts I met after I died,” Chandler replied with a bit of a laugh. Taking another hit before handing it back to Nastassia, the spirit closed her eyes for a moment, leaning her head back against the bed. Even though weed was different now– almost better –it still didn’t have the same effect on Chandler as it used to. She didn’t feel it the same way anymore. She almost didn’t feel it at all. Opening her eyes as the other girl spoke, she couldn’t help but let out another laugh, shrugging her shoulders. “Maybe? Your brain does weird things while on drugs, so who the hell knows how it’ll make you feel.” she took the joint back and put it back between her lips, watching the end of it as she inhaled and hanging it back to Nastassia as she let the smoke out. 

A small smile slipped its way onto Nastassia’s lips. “Did she help you adjust?” She asked, curiosity inflected in her voice. At Chandler’s laugh, the honey haired relaxed her shoulders, sinking into a comfortable hunch. “So it’s normal.” She said, more so to herself. The feeling itself was a mix of pace for her -- the fuzziness, the sudden light headed feeling, the oncoming urge to giggle; it all felt as if it was hitting her fast, yet sinking in slowly. “What’s your best memory of being stoned?” Another cough escaped her as the joint was returned to her hand, and without missing a beat she inhaled again. Upon exhaling, she waved her hand to clear the smoke and cleared her throat to stifle a cough, before offering it back to the brunette. “Do you want to put on some music?”

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“Spider-Man!” The blonde beamed as she held up the cover for the other to see. “It’s so cool because some of them have different artists, so different artwork.” The little details and colors absorbed her.

Nastassia’s interest was immediately piqued by the superhero name. Spider-Man was one of her childhood favourites, but she’d never seen a comic in person before. “No way!” Her jaw hung open in near shock, brows lifted as she hurried toward the blonde. “How old are these? You must have paid a fortune, oh my God.”

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“These are neat.” The blonde phantom softly commented while flipping the page of the thin booklet. Several other comics were spread out around her, all from the box she had found in the attic. They didn’t belong to her; however, that didn’t halt Luna from taking them to look through.

“...What are they?” Nastassia asked after a short pause to study the cover she ultimately couldn’t make out from this distance. It looked like a few magazines, and she would have accepted that as an answer had it not been for the vibrant illustrations pulling her attention.

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gregory-smith-ahsrp:

Greg’s smile was bright at his daughter as she told the girl how old she was. He honestly couldn’t believe how fast she’d grown–it all was almost too fast for him and a small bit of him worried about her. Even still, the fact that she was able to tell people how old she was gave him a great sense of pride. The girl’s next question had him focusing back on the conversation, a small chuckle escaping him as he continued to stare at his little girl. “It fits her well, I think. Only some days. But she’s worth every little crazyness she brings,” he answered.

Although she couldn’t exactly relate, Nastassia knew what he meant by her own family situation. She didn’t have a kid, but her younger brother was a handful and it had mostly been up to her to take care of him back home. Not that she minded, but being his caretaker came at her expense. “Better to soak up the crazy days while they’re here. Before you know it she’ll be the one away at college.” She said, glancing to Marley.

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littlelionghost:

Leo’s expression remained idle at her answer; and throughout her elaboration. He continued to study the other brunette — more so now as he listened. It was as if he’d given her the question to answer just so he could listen to her talk. He stayed quiet, keeping his eyes on her, until her question was uttered. “Not really,” he replied with a shrug, finally looking away from the girl and over to the cabinet below the TV where the gaming controllers resided; he promptly scooted himself off the couch then and left her to retrieve another. “Have you ever heard of Need for Speed?” He inquired, hurrying over. “That’s what this is.” After grabbing one and returning to the girl, he held it out for her to take before moving back onto the couch to sit.

Though she had been attempting to search his expression for something readable, he wasn’t giving her much to work with, which she assumed was at least partly on purpose. It was smart too, in her opinion. It made him seem less susceptible to any predators in the house. Merely watching the boy as he moved to the cabinet, Nastassia’s brow twitched as his back was to her and blocked her view from seeing what he was doing. Though, her features relaxed as he came scampering over. “I think I have.” She replied as the controller was handed to her, her gaze instantly dropping to it in her hands. So many buttons. “If I suck you’ll help me out, right?”

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chandler-murdoch:

“Nah, I’m sure he’ll be fine. And if he’s not… fuck him,” Chandler said with a grin, her eyes drifting over to the pictures, focusing on Eliza. “Yeah, I guess you could say she’s a friend.” She shrugged, looking back at Nastassia. The truth was, Chandler always saw her a more of a mother-figure than anything else, but she would never admit that to anyone. The spirit sat back against the bed as the other girl took the joint, a small smirk finding its way onto her lips when she saw her inhale. “Yeah, the first few times always kind of hurt,” she said, taking the joint back to take another hit. “But you’ll get used to it eventually.” She held it back out to her friend. “You want another?”

Nastassia chuckled; a smile settling on her lips once she went silent. She liked Chandler’s attitude. It was a sort of laid back that she never found she could personally be when it came to other people. “Does she live around here?” She asked, almost forgetting the paranormal alternative and straightened up a little bit as it came back to her. “Or is she here?” By now she figured there were more ghosts than she was aware of in the house, yet she didn’t feel freaked out by it. In fact, it almost lit up her gaze. The burning in her lungs slowly began to subside, easing her coughs into soft wheezes that eventually faded to silence. “It’s okay. That right there,” she pointed a finger at the joint between her opposites lips as if feeling challenged by the substance. “Is my motivation to do this until I can smoke it smoothly.” Nastassia nodded as it was handed back to her. She took it carefully, though more eagerly than the first time, and adjusted it between her fingers again before taking another inhale. She held it in longer this time, her right knee bouncing as she mentally counted up to three seconds before her body forced her to let the smoke out of her lungs. “I think I’m starting to feel it... I feel fuzzy... is that... a thing?”

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londonbreathes:

Oh! It’s really fantastic. Not like other sorority houses, you know? It feels so homey and warm, and the layout – my God, it’s just beautiful. Like, the people who originally owned this place had to be rich.

Yeah, I know, it really is something to see. If I remember right, I think it was built by the original guys own two hands for his wife. You’d have to fact check if he was the one who actually built it or had it built, but the reason is still the same. It’s funny that you say that actually, because the couple was pretty well off at first. Have you heard anything about any of the houses previous owners?

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cockyhorrorshow:

Well… okay, y’know, like, the kissing booths at carnivals? What’s your, uh, general opinion on those?

Uh, well... I’ve never seen let alone been to one myself, but I guess they can be sort of fun... a little unsanitary though. Why?

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thetrueheartbreaker:

“Ugh, I’m having such a hard time picking.” The girl sighed, flopping down on the bed. “I love the Little Red Riding Hood costume, but the referee costume could have the potential for so many sexual innuendos.”

As the blonde dropped herself onto the bed, Nastassia scooted over a few spaces to give her room. Green-rust eyes widening slightly at what she said next, she ran a hand through her hair as per usual when she felt caught off guard, and forced out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I... I get’cha. Is that what you’re going for? The, uh, sexual innuendos?”

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chandler-murdoch:

As Nastassia looked around the room, Chandler went over to the bed and got down on the floor, pulling out a small box from under it. She opened the box and pulled out a few things before preparing the joint. “Oh uhh…” Chandler looked up from the floor, her gaze drifting to the pictures. “The boy is my friend, Eli… This is actually his room, too,” she said with a bit of a chuckle. “And the blonde one that’s in a few of them is Eliza.” Finishing up the joint, the brunette stuck it between her lips and pulled a lighter out from the box, lighting it up. She took a drag and blew out a cloud of smoke, looking back over at the other girl. “Come sit,” she said, holding it out to her.

“Oh.” Nastassia replied, nodding as she turned back to the little photo and leaned in to get a better look -- before suddenly twisting around to face Chandler again. “He won’t mind that I’m in here will he?” She asked, hands going stiff to prevent herself from accidentally moving anything. She knew some people could be stingy, for lack of a better word, about their rooms. “Is she a friend of yours?” She asked, turning her attention back to the polaroids where her studious eyes lingered on the blonde -- she was pretty; elegant looking in her opinion. Joining Chandler at her invitation, the honey haired sat with her legs crossed as she reached for the joint, carefully taking it between two fingers before taking her first inhale. The first thing she felt was a mix of burning and scraping in her throat, and it soon travelled to her lungs, which suddenly felt like they were about to explode; then there was a tickle in her throat desperately urging her to cough -- her resistance to do so quickly became futile as a thin cloud of smoke burst from her mouth and she broke into a fit of coughs, handing the joint back to Chandler while her other hand flew to pound against her chest. “OH--” cough. “--MY--” cough. “GOD--OW!” cough.

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cockyhorrorshow:

Hey, you wanna make a quick buck and a kid smile?

I feel like I’m going to regret asking this, but what’d you have in mind?

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gunpowder--and-lead:

Should I be the Sexy Ninja or Poison Ivy for Halloween? 

Poison Ivy for sure. Granted, I’m a little biased when it comes to her, but I think you’d make a great Poison Ivy.

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thetrueheartbreaker:

“Okay, so I’ve got three weeks to perfect my Halloween costume. But first, I need to choose. Sexy Little Red Riding Hood, or Sexy Referee?”

Nastassia’s attention was immediately pulled from her cell phone to the blonde by the question -- before her gaze slipped to the items in her hands, shifting from one costume to the other. “...I like the referee one.” She answered after pausing to compare, and allowed a smile to settle on her lips. “Both are nice though. Either way you can’t go wrong.”

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chandler-murdoch:

Chandler shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. Panic attacks and stuff like that,” she said, looking back to the girl. “But you should be okay,” she reassured Nastassia, smiling faintly. Eventually, they made it up to the space Chandler and her friend claimed many years ago as theirs. Opening the door, the spirit checked to make sure there was no one in there before pushing it open more and stepping inside, gesturing for the sorority girl to follow her. She found herself glancing around all all the posters and polaroid pictures that covered the walls before looking back to the other girl. “You sure you wanna do this?” She asked, not wanting to go through all the trouble just to have her back out at the last second. 

Her mouth twisted slightly at Chandler’s words, though as she caught herself she quickly relaxed her features and replied by mirroring back a shrug. She could survive a panic attack if it came down do it, that much wasn’t too much of a concern; despite not knowing Chandler very well, she had what one might call a foolish trust in her already. Following the brunettes gesture, Nastassia stepped into the room, her gaze automatically surveying the space -- the posters were cool, they added character in her opinion, but what drew her in was the polaroids stuck up. “Who’s that in the picture?” She asked, curiosity embedded in her olive and rust coloured eyes as she looked back to Chandler. At her question, Nastassia nodded and the corners of her lips pulled into a smile. “Positive. Call me a dork or something, but I’m actually excited for this.”

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londonbreathes:

That would be me.

Well, welcome. How do you like the house so far?