/ LET HER SLEEP.

O LORD, our daughter has DEPARTED to be by your side. protect and watch over her, L O V E her in HEAVEN as we did on earth. FORGIVE her of any sins and take her as one of your angels. let her know that she is MISSED by her family and derry. MAY WE MEET AGAIN MY DARLING GIRL.

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                                             for i am the author   ,   and i must write.

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i’m not here today!!  i’m actually working on my multimuse rn while juggling university stuff.  i’m mainly going to be on my main rp blog though to finish up drafts and asks when i can.

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shotbled‌:

the  random  compliment  catches  the  female  off  guard  but  she  smiles  nonetheless,  relaxing  slowly  in  the  stranger’s  presence.  beverly’s  eyes  look  out  at  the  water  before  she  nods  and  finally  reacts  to  what  the  girl  was  saying. “  thank  you…  “  she  hums  and  stuffs  her  hands  into  her  jacket  pocket, it  was  a  nice  morning  but  also  a  little  cold.  “  do  you  usually  sit  out  here  alone?  “

   ❛  it looks really nice like that,  like -- strawberry hard cut candy!!  and i do.  i don’t mind being alone though,  i got used to it.  ❜  it’s easy to accept being alone when everyone else around you grows up.  she’s only in the dress she last wore and black shoes,  her socks slightly dirty,  but the weather doesn’t affect her.  ❛  i’m cassie,  nice to meet you. ❜

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on the ground i lay motionless,  i can see my life flashing before my eyes.  did i fall asleep?  is this all a dream?  wake me up.  i don’t want anyone to mourn for me,  just take me home.  sing me a lullaby and let me rest in peace.  haunted by sas.

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@feargrown​   /   starter call.

   it was easy to get lost in listening to the world,  although it’s gotten much noisier as of recently.  the sound of running water and wildlife had always been soothing for cassie.  they were her only constant companions during her first year being dead.  sometimes she would lay down on the grass and listen with her eyes closed and pretend she was still alive and doing this with her friends.  it’s usually peaceful,  but sometimes cassie sees a curly - haired boy around with binoculars looking at birds.  he seemed nice enough,  but when he did look over at her direction at times he’d look through her.

   today was different.  she could hear his shoes crunching through the underbrush and stop a few steps away from where she was lying with her eyes closed.  cassie opens her eyes,  tilting her head to look up at him.  ❛  i’m listening to the world.  there’s lots of things people miss when they don’t stop to hear.  i like hearing the birds and the wind the best.  ❜

[sxdere]

                       ———  the  stars   SHINE  the  most  in  the  deepest  of  nights.

ind. priv. sel. original character adored by sas.  ★ 

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starter call to kick things off !!!

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( mr. tass!! )

彡  ♔      ＬＯＲＤ　ＯＦ　ＡＬＬ　ＨＯＵＮＤＳ　　☛           a cigarette dangles from his fingers.    he wonders if it bothers her.       in all honesty, he doesn’t think so —- she’s dead, what lungs did she have for him to tar black?  none.     though still, the thought toys with him — and he stubs it out.

❝  s’alright t’be sad though.  long as it’s only sometimes aye?  no one wants to be sad all the time.  ❞        тнe pнanтoмѕ  jeer at him for his hypocrisy.    he ignores them.           ❝  cassie is a very cool name!  ❞   he lilts, brows lifting in surprise, grin warm and true. ❝  makes my name look pants in comparison!  am tassos, but y’can call me tass — it’s very nice t’meet you too sweetheart.  um, — y’aint scared of dogs, are you?  ❞  

   the scent of cigarettes reminds her of the older kids that she would pass in the hallway of school,  though it makes her nose crinkle at the sharpness.  there is still that scent,  and cassie realises it’s the same scent as cemetery earth.  the decay.  cassie thinks it suits him.  

     ❛  that’s true sir,  i don’t like being sad all the time.  there’s nice things to think about,  even though i’m like this.  ❜  she makes a gesture at herself,  and she can’t help the giggle that slips through at the compliment.  ❛  our names rhyme!  we can be tass and cass!!  ❜   there’s a giddiness in her voice,  perhaps it’s because she always delights in simple things.  ❛  oh no,  i love dogs mister!  but i can’t pet them anymore,  they don’t like ghosties sometimes.  ❜

[teaganwhite]

haunting places under clear summer skies ✹ ghosts shifting underfoot

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me: someone pls adopt cassie she’s still a CHILD.

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( nice stranger. )

        { ♜ } ❛❛ It’s 2019. ❜❜ He answers her, though he hardly even looks at her, thoughts focused on what she said about her LOCKET. There was an antique he had found on a shore in Maine, a locket that had washed up – he’d only taken it because he thought his MOTHER would like it. Now, it seems, he shouldn’t have been so HASTY. A hand reaches into his pocket, closing around the locket and removing it for the ghost to see.

        { ♜ } ❛❛ Is this your locket?? ❜❜ There were PLENTY of horror movies && novels surrounding ghosts being stuck on the mortal plane by a physical object tethering them to their body for Spencer to make the connection. Still, he wonders WHY the locket tied her here – there was always a reason.

   she makes a little noise of surprise at the news.  the last time she was aware of the date was the late 1980s.  teeth dig into her bottom lip,  brows furrowing as she looks down at the ground at this news.  it’s been more than fifty years since her death it would seem,  and somehow that distresses her.  her form starts flickering,  growing opaque as she fades away slightly. 

   ❛  oh yes,  that’s right.  my ma gave it to me when i got into high school.  i wore it first day of school.  i never took it off,  not even when —  ❜  she stops,  lips pressed tight as her throat grows tight and she feels thick fingers wrap around them.  ❛  it’s got my name on it there,  jus’ the letters.  see?  CJB.  ❜

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@grindaxe​   /   boop.

   the costumes this year were amazing.  cassie’s weaving through the crowds of kids and peeking into little buckets stuffed with sweets.  she’s a teensy bit jealous that she can’t eat candy anymore but it’s always nice seeing everyone get excited about halloween.  cassie tugs at a tiara on top of a girl’s head,  giggling at the way she started whining and asking around who did that when her arm collides with someone,  startling her out of her thoughts.

   ❛  oh !!  i’m sorry,  i didn’t see you.  ❜  it’s only three seconds later that she realises she had bumped into him.  that was new,  but the thought leaves her as she takes in his costume. and grins.  ❛  i like your costume !  is it meant to be.. -- oh wait !  don’t tell me.  that monster from ...  oh what’s that book.  ❜

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( nice (dead?) person. )

彡  ♔      ＬＯＲＤ　ＯＦ　ＡＬＬ　ＨＯＵＮＤＳ　　☛        ❝  you look  very sad.  ❞   says he, matter of factly.   it tugs at his mouldy heart strings to see one so young look so very sad … and so very dead.    Țￃﾼ ￃﾷȗﾢd   ( eerie as he was ) seemed almost boyish in the flickering light of the campfire.  there was a party going on nearby.   a forest party.   suddenly stricken with the need to be alone, tassos had shuffled away to find solace in the fire and a smoke.   now came she,  drifting and deceased.    ❝  would you like to sit with us?.  ❞

@derryghost​ liked for a halloween starter call.

   ❛  sometimes I AM sir.  ❜  no one’s fault but her own really.  there’s only so much that she could do being anchored to the town,  it’s not pleasant waiting and watching the people you loved and cared about growing older and your name being on the tip of their tongues but never hearing it again past fond memories.  halloween was fun,  people could see her better sometimes and there were more parties to see people’s costumes !!  but the man who spoke was different,  her nose tickled at the scent emanating from him.  but there’s a kindness about his words.  ❛  that would be NICE.  thank you.  my name’s cassie,  it’s nice to meet you.  ❜

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( scare friend! )

@derryghost​

he looked at her, gaze serious and intent.  “ well, hello there little ghost. ”  a sad smile graced his lips when he realized just how young she was ( had been, he corrected himself).  death was always a sad affair, but never more unfair that when it reaped one with so many years to live yet.  he let out a shuddering breath as he realized there was truly something rotten about this town.  so many deaths, so many children missing.  “ i’d love a partner to spook some people, feel up to the challenge? ”  best to let the questions for later.  now was halloween.  and what better team, than a ghost and whatever he was, to liven it up.

   not many have acknowledged her,  but halloween had always been different for cassie.  it was easier to manifest,  to socialise with the human and non-human worlds.  the man in front of her wasn’t local,  not at all.  she knew nearly everyone in derry and he wasn’t one of them.  ❛  and hello to you too mister !!  ❜  she greets him cheerfully,  not even the chill of the night dampening her spirits ( oh a joke !! ),  instead she listens to his offer and clasps her hands together as she rocks on her feet,  eager.  ❛  oh that’d be LOVELY,  i like scaring people on halloween.  they always say they’re too drunk afterwards,  or that they’re lying about seeing a real ghostie.  ❜

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@richtozicr​   /   yeet.

   all hallow’s eve was always fun for cassie.  she felt energetic and would roam around derry to see the decorations and costumes.  each year was better,  scarier and more people were walking on around at night than usual.  phasing through people and hearing them catch their breath as the chill of her presence settles deep in their core always made her laugh,  and she’s content with letting it happen a few times before people-watching grew tiring and she wandered back to the barrens.  it was much quieter,  the distant echoes of children screaming and laughing were getting softer as she broke away from the road and down into the woodland.  voices caught her attention,  and cassie’s gaze is drawn to a group standing around with lights in their hands and bickering near the edge of the forest.  cassie grins when she hears the word ghost being tossed around between them,  standing beside one of them as she listens to their plan to see if the barrens really were haunted.

   well,  she can’t disappoint them now can she?  ever since she found out that she was a bit of a local legend she took to haunting very seriously.  their loud and noisy footsteps masked her own as they ventured deeper into the barrens,  and cassie makes it a game to see if they notice an extra set walking with them.  they looked to be good friends with each other,  cassie lets out a sigh at the awful pang in her chest as she remembers her own friends before she shakes her head and walks with them.  one of them noticed her sigh,  excellent.  she gives a curious tug at the funny little bag one of the boys was wearing,  but he doesn’t seem to notice anything.  pouting,  cassie waits until the group stops momentarily before dragging her feet and making noise,  laughing at the way they looked around.  after some time,  they started walking again though cassie pays attention to the loud, bespectacled boy.  he laughed a lot,  but the words coming out of his mouth were crass and although it made her giggle,  cassie knew her mother would have rubbed soap on her tongue if she said those kids of things.

   he’s walked off by himself,  now alone.  good.  cassie walks by his side,  arms swinging before she feels the warmth of his hand go through her own hand,  no doubt leaving the boy’s limb feeling like it’s been plunged into cold water.  she could still hear the others somewhere nearby,  their lights passing through the trees casting shadows on the forest floor.  reaching out,  cassie gives his shoulder two firm taps.

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( stranger. )

          The sudden appearance of the young girl in his home had been a SHOCK, to say the least; she seemed to appear out of THIN AIR, as if she was a ghost – a thought which left Spencer nearly PARALYZED. As much as he enjoyed horror films && the Halloween season, Spencer Reid did not mess with GHOSTS.

          Before he can ask any questions, she’s asking her own, as if he’s not just as CONFUSED as she is. ❛❛ You’re in Quantico, Virginia – how did you get here?? ❜❜

   her mouth falls open to an o shape.  she’s never been farther than portland before,  and even then that was exciting.  if she remembers right,  virginia was south to the capital.  still,  it was far from her town of derry and it made her nervous being so far away from where she was from.  but the man seemed nice enough,  so she shuffles ever so slightly closer.  her feet making the barest noise against the floor.

  ❛  i don’t really know mister.  one minute i was ... floating around and when i opened my eyes i was here.  i mean it sorta happens when my locket moves around,  but i’m not certain.  s’not an exact thing sir.  would you mind if i asked what year it is?  ❜

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@wasbraver​   /   why not.

   this was... unfamiliar.  cassie didn’t like going into people’s homes unless they’ve invited her,  but even then that was unlikely to happen given what she was.  since she ‘moved in’ she’s paid attention to the two occupants,  a mother and her son,  but mostly on the son.  the mother was boring,  if she was being frank,  but her son eddie was quite the character.  cassie didn’t know why a boy would have her locket but it was in eddie’s hands and now she was stuck.

   she gets close to his ear,  the faintest touch of cold on the back of his neck before she whispers ❛  boo !!  ❜  to him.  not too loud,  but enough to show him that he wasn’t alone in the room.  when he reacts,  cassie giggles and watches him.