utterly alone

“Are you Night of the Living Dead under there? Like all bloody veins and pus?” ; i n d e p e n d e n t beetlejuice roleplay blog for lydia deetz. crossover friendly; oc friendly; all fandoms welcome. tracking dxrkroom.

[dxrkroom]

          “Mm-hmm. How did someone as young as you                           just.. get used to ghosts being here?                          Were they here when you moved in?”                                   She feels like there’s a little piece missing,                                    but won’t say so. Not the best way to gain any                                    ——— useful information.

                 “ I still fail to foresee how                        any of this is your business. ”                                        It's becoming increasingly real                                        that the woman can hurt her                                        friends, and Lydia's becoming                                        more and more protective.                      “     go away. ”

[dxrkroom]

   ”I have not the      slightest clue     of what you’re      talking about.”

                                     Really not. But he guess that was a normal thing with her.

                      “ It's a well-known fact                             that the only reason                                people become confused is that                                   they're just not listening hard enough. ”

[dxrkroom]

        “Relax, Lydia. I’m not jumping to any conclusions.                                  Where are your dad and Delia? Is she the evil stepmother?                                   I don’t want to hurt them, just know a little more.”

          A tilt of the head, minute, curious.              Utterly indifferent to her surroundings.                 Fascinated.               “ I think you'd like 'em.               They're kinda...                  Oh, I dunno. They're sweet. ”

[dxrkroom]

"…And? And what? That model does sound cool though. My Mom used to have an exact replica doll house of our house. I used to play with it as a kid too."

                  “ And... & nothing. ”                         Stupid.                              “ That sounds cool.                                  Like, I wouldn't dare touch ours.                                     It's too... perfect. ”

[dxrkroom]

    “Myself, obviously. Are you going to listen to me?”

     “ Yeah.            I'm gonna watch your               descent into madness.                  It'll be like Christmas. ”

[dxrkroom]

     ”—And are you not a person?”

        “ Well, yeah, but                   I'm much less cool than, say,                  a spider. ”

[dxrkroom]

     ”That it’s haunted, you know, ghost and shit?      Something about a couple who died      and now they "live" there.      That kinda shit is never true,      but I’ve never been one to stay away      from things that catch my curiosity.”

       “ Oh.              Well, that's true.                 I mean, they don't mean to haunt the house.                    They just can't leave. ”

[dxrkroom]

                           “‘least someone?”

   Didn’t help much to worry about it.             It wasn’t as if he could help anymore anyway.

   ” — well, maybe. Who knows what the alternative is like.”

                   “ Well, B                                 He's not happy.                                 But I can't say his name,                                      'cause you'll say it. ”                       She speaks as if it's common knowledge,                            as if the man should understand instantly.

[dxrkroom]

      “———- Who’s Delia?”

                “ My stepmother.                        That's who everyone comes to see.                             She's an 'artist'. ”

[dxrkroom]

                                  “How do you get stuck.”

   It sounds terrible.        Nightmarish, almost.        Stuck is not something of own choice        — it’s something quite the opposite.        Something he won’t want to think about.

                                 ” — doesn’t seem to be desirable.” 

      “ I dunno.               I'm still alive. ”                    She was scared.                         Scared that Barbara and Adam would transform into...                              Don't say his name.                                 “ They're happy. ”

[dxrkroom]

   ”Dead people usually stay dead.”

          They don’t come along and visit you.           They don’t tell you they don’t blame you.           They are gone.

                “ Not always. ”

               It's a well known fact that skeptics and Lydia don't mix.                     But everyone has their reasons.                          Everyone has their doubts.                            “ People get stuck, y'know.                                    The Maitlands drove off a bridge.                                         They got home, and they just...                                              They didn't even know they were dead. ”

[dxrkroom]

   ”How is anyone less alive?”

                                                                        It doesn’t make much sense.                                            And thinking about the dead is painful as it is                                                         — without adding the confusion factor.

            “ Well, they're dead.                     Deceased.                          Past tense. ”                               Clarity must be the Final Ingredient.                                    Relentless repetition is the retrieval.                                      “     Ghosts. ”

[dxrkroom]

   ”Maybe a bit weird.”

   After all, he had no idea            she was talking about ghosts.

          “ I'm not mad. ”                   Insanity is a label often pasted to those                        open to a world larger than that for which                             we have explanation.                               “ He's nice. So's Barbara.                                       They're just... less alive than you'd expect from a person. ”

[dxrkroom]

         “And you just… live here?                    With them? By yourself?”

                    “ And my Father. And Delia.                             The state believes I'm too young to live alone,                                  and it doesn't view ghosts as legal guardians.                                       Don't hurt them.                                            Please. ”

[dxrkroom]

            “Heard the rumors about this place…                                     was curious to know if they were true.”

                                  “ Rumors are almost entirely untrue.                                           You should never believe what you hear.                                                What've you heard? ”

[dxrkroom]

                                “Can’t argue that.                                        That’s actually kind of sad.”

                               “ Not many people argue with me.                                        I'm usually right.                                             They're happy there.                                                  It was theirs before it was ours.                                                       Now we live with them. ”

[dxrkroom]

"What is your thing then?"

                        “     Home.                                      The attic.                                           There's this awesome model of the town and      ”                                                Stop.