curiosity killed the cat;

—but satisfaction brought it back cooper addison. 21. clairsentient.

[cooperaddison-blog]

what was your first 'psychic experience' on the show?

“Before I was on the show, my mother-- bless her soul-- was a part of the cast. I was just a teenager traveling with the cast and crew, and my psychic senses weren’t necessary a part of my everyday life like they are now. Now, I can’t not listen to my clairsentience, but I ignored it a lot when I was younger. My first powerful psychic experience with the show was a couple weeks into my mother being on the cast. I didn’t go on location with them, but I felt tons of spirits with us in the hotel. I felt how they felt, and so many of them were angry. We actually got to investigate the hotel, and turns out it was being haunted by spirits of people who had been shot there in a mass murder years back. I did that. I felt those spirits. I think that’s what motivated me to do more than simple readings.”

Ask a Clairsentient

[cooperaddison-blog]

who would win in a fight? abraham lincoln's ghost or rosa park's ghost?

”Rosa Parks. She could do anything she sets her mind to. Her spirit’s more powerful, anyway. She’s been dead for much less time.”

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[henrixolivier]

        VICTIM #SEVENTEEN                    COOPER ADDISON

Cooper had actually been an enjoyable student. They payed attention (more or less), and didn’t take them-self too seriously. Henri had enjoyed having Cooper in his class, surprisingly enough. They fit perfectly between the very small borders of which Henri considered someone to be suitable company. Not that Henri had any interest in seeing them out of class, mind you. Cooper’s greatest downfall was that they were incapable of picturing evil–true evil–until it was right in front of them. Henri had easily conned them into scaring Mani, leading to both Mani’s death and Cooper’s realization that something was very, very wrong. Cooper prided them self on being an individual–a thinker. Henri was intent on taking that from them. The torture had more so been for the benefit of the finale, than any inclination of Henri’s. He would have just killed them, and moved on. By the end, Cooper had turned into a pitiful mess, and their last words were just a sad blubbering plea: 

                                        “Please.”

[cooperaddison-blog]

“stitch me up             and the light                       keeps streaming out                                  between the stitches.“

[cooperaddison-blog]

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[cooperaddison-blog]

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[dark-and-broody-zombie-blog]

Ghoul’s Night Out - Jackson and Cooper

[dark-and-broody-zombie-blog]

Jackson would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being that close to Cooper again, even under pretty shitty circumstances. Jackson’s smile turned to a frown quickly though, as soon as Cooper began questioning. Jackson had welcomed his death with excitement because it was the culmination of his life’s work he felt like, but others didn’t seem to take it as well and he was certain that Cooper would need some help adjusting. He just wasn’t sure he was quite the right person to do so, given his complete lack of tact in most situations. “Hey there, um. Everything is fine. I promise. Nothing bad is going to happen from here on out.” Jackson paused, unsure of where to start. 

Finally he decided on the words that might be most effective. “You see, Cooper, we’re all dead. You died. Sorry about that by the way, it looked so brutal but I couldn’t stop it.” Jackson turned away to regain his composure. He hated having to watch them die, but he needed to let them know everything was fine now. “We’re still in the catacombs, just… on the other side.”

[cooperaddison-blog]

Cooper’s arms went loose before slipping away from Jackson’s neck. They took a step back, staring at the ground. It was the same ground they’d been on all night, but somehow it looked different now. Cooper couldn’t figure out exactly why, but it was probable that death just brought a different perspective of everything. They were thankful Jackson was at least blunt about it, and even though it made very little sense to be hearing the words ‘you’re dead’, it was somehow the most sensible thing Cooper had heard that night. They remembered the sound of the drill, the abrupt and terrible pain. Of course there was no way they survived that. Of course there was a world beyond the mundane. Cooper had been questioning their beliefs of the afterlife for years, never quite sure if they would be reborn after death. But this seemed like an answer, and it excited them. Cooper loved answers.

“Holy shit,” Cooper waved their hands around frantically, not sure what to say next. “This is great material for your thesis.”

It only took a second to dawn on Cooper that Jackson would never get to write a thesis. He was dead. He had died. All of their missing friends had died. Cooper couldn’t stand the idea of any of them suffering, and all of their excitement drained immediately. “Oh no,” a deep frown settled on their face. “You died. And you...saw me die? And the others? Oh no. Shit. Jackson, they got you too? They hurt you?”

[dark-and-broody-zombie-blog]

Ghoul’s Night Out - Jackson and Cooper

Jackson had found it increasingly hard to watch as Cooper was tortured and murdered in the physical world. When Cooper died, so did any hope of his thesis being proven. He was glad it was over for Cooper though, they didn’t deserve what they got even in the slightest. The worst part was being unable to prevent it, unable to attack their assailant or try to get them out of there. His hands could do nothing but pass through them both as he gave an honest effort to stop what was occurring to no avail. At least it was over, he kept repeating to himself. He waited. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when he saw Cooper appear, a smile drew quickly to his face.

“Its over now, Cooper. I know everything is going to be confusing. You’ll get used to it. Everyone is here though.” He hoped that would be reassuring enough to assuage any fear or shock. He probably wouldn’t be as good of a greeter as Jack was, even if Jack had been kind of a dick and made fun of him. “You’ve had a bit of a rough night, let’s not jump into all the details of whats next too fast.” Jackson tried to sound as calm as he could, given that Cooper had just been murdered and Jackson had just been forced to watch. He was visibly nervous, not sure how someone like Cooper would take the afterlife, but he hoped it would be okay from here on out. 

[cooperaddison-blog]

When Cooper’s eyes opened again, they saw the same dark, cold tunnels that they had been ripped from minutes before their death. Their death. Cooper remembered the torture, the searing pain, the guilt... Had it been a dream? All of their teeth were in place, Cooper was still here, still whole. They tried focusing on the beating of their heart, the pounding against their chest...but it wasn’t there. They felt nothing in their chest, and the sensation was even more terrifying than how uncontrollably their heart had been beating before. Hesitantly, their hand went to their mouth. What was happening? 

Jackson’s voice startled them, and if they had a heartbeat, it would be going quickly again. “Jacks--” They gaped slightly. Something about him looked different, and his words didn’t make sense, but they were glad to see him regardless. Without a moment more of hesitation, they launched themself at him, wrapping their arms around his neck as though they’d been waiting years for the embrace. “What’s happening? Are you okay? Where are we? Are you okay?” Cooper spoke into the crook of his neck.

[facethekiller-blog]

                  ’“Please,” they repeated, but this time they weren’t begging for their life.

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[henrixolivier]

He didn’t have time to walk around in circles like he’d been doing the whole night, and he didn’t want Cooper having any doubt in what he was saying; Doubt got you killed. “Cooper, listen to me. Jack is dead. Someone tried to kill Liam, but unknowingly Jack got in the way. Liam and Tristan had to watch the whole gruesome ordeal, and then they called the cops. That’s why they came to break up the party.” Henri had left out the cause of death on purpose, not entirely sure how to explain such a thing, nor wanting to attempt. 

[cooperaddison-blog]

“Holy shi--” Cooper’s gaze fell to the ground, unsure what to think. “Where are they? I need to talk to Liam. Is he okay? Of course he isn’t. Oh, my god... Who would want to kill him?” Cooper had a lot more questions wearing them down, but kept it to that, because their breathing was too heavy to continue.

[dark-and-broody-zombie-blog]

Jackson wasn’t sure how long he sat there trying to find the strength to reply. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been days, he wasn’t sure, but Cooper was still beside him so that was re-assuring. “I think maybe you’re right, it seems to be getting better.” Jackson liked the way Cooper’s hand was entwined with his hair. It was comforting yet intimate. He wasn’t sure what Cooper’s feelings for him were, if any, but he was glad to her them by his side when he needed someone, that was for sure. “The cops? I don’t know what you mean. There were demons, Cooper. I summoned demons. I saw them spawn from the depths of these tunnels and take everyone away.” Jackson felt okay enough to try to stand so he slowly tried to rise off of the dirt floor below him. He managed to do so, but still had to lean heavily on the wall as he had hit his dead a few times tonight already and wasn’t looking for another bump.

[cooperaddison-blog]

Cooper hadn’t expected Jackson to get up, and scrambled upward with him. They attempted to keep him steady by wrapping an arm around his waist, but the touch was ginger and unsure. They knew getting too close could make him feel suffocated or set him off again. They would hate themself if they made things even worse for him. “Hey,” they spoke in an even softer voice than before, “You okay? Feel any better? How’s your head?” They raised a hand to his neck to feel his pulse, taking stock of his vitals. It was habit, really. They checked their mother’s pulse habitually, far more than they had to, just to make sure it was still there. “Do you want to talk more about the demons?” Cooper had to admit: The way Jackson had phrased it peaked their interest. They wanted to know more, had to quench their curiosity, but they also didn’t want to pressure him into it if he wasn’t comfortable, so they masked their intense curiosity.