ghost story

GEORGIE, not georgette. i remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my m i n d

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josephinehamiltcn:

With the power cutting out and the prospect of being trapped inside with her father during a storm looming in the balance, Josephine made quick work of bundling up and setting off into the night. It wasn’t the most intelligent decision, sure, but anything beat being stuck at home with no way out. The library was maybe a fifteen minute walk from her side of town, and the lab was another ten from there. The journey was long, and cold, but relatively peaceful; there was something relaxing in the silence it provided. Her newfound solace was fleeting, as the fence came into view, she spotted someone else standing there. Seems that they had the same idea as her. “What the hell are you doing?” She questioned, forgetting that she was more or less doing the same thing as the shadowy person stood in front of her. “You lost or are you up to no good?”

She had gone to the library mostly because her home felt suffocating. It was too quiet, it felt like there was something ominous looming. It made her anxious, the sort of terrible silence that kept her on edge. She had begun to pick at her cuticles, a tic she had since she was a little kid, before deciding she couldn’t stay in. So, she didn’t, and headed to the one place she could find solace in silence- the library. She was about to enter when she heard a familiar voice. Georgie turned on her heel, eyeing her friend with a blank stare. “Take a guess,” she said, shoving her hands into her pockets. “What the fuck are you doing out here, Jo?”

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fvckthecistem:

“ For Christ’s sake, if this is the zombie apocalypse, I for one, would’ve liked a better heads up. I have hardly finished up my underground bunker, and would DEFINITELY prefer for the apocalypse to wait for summer.” Teddy spat out, staring out from inside of Bradley’s Big Buy. They were hoping to stalk up on snacks and sugary beverages before having a horror movie night but given the circumstances, that seemed to be out of the question. So, instead, like the other’s snowed inside the confinements of the store, Teddy just gazed out. “ I for one hope it’s aliens, I’d love to be abducted. Think about the possibilities.” They continued to spit out nonsense, not caring who was listening in. 

Georgie perked up upon hearing the word bunker being thrown around, lifting her head from the box of pasta she was reading the side of. To kill time. The aliens really caused her to snap her head up, in the direction of who was speaking. “Well, that’s stupid,” she said, blunt as ever, putting the box down besides her. She scooted closer to them. “They don’t care about us. Besides, haven’t you read anything about Roswell? Area 51? If they had the slight chance of being caught, they’d be subject to experiments.” She paused, clearly becoming too invested. “Who would want to willingly be experimented on?” Georgie crossed her arms, looking at them. “Besides, what makes you think you’d be a candidate for alien abduction?”

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philipmcgee:

Somehow, he didn’t believe she was doing nothing. You’d have to be really crazy to go outside in this storm to do nothing, and he knew she wasn’t that crazy. “So I guess you won’t mind if I do nothing with you, then?” Philip asked, raising his eyebrows. Not only would it take more time until he’d be able to get home, but he’d actually enjoy spending some time with her. It felt like it’d been a while since he saw her, and whatever mischief she was up to, he’d follow her. “I was going home. Well… trying to find a reason not to go home, actually. And I think I might’ve just found it.” He finished once he finally made it beside her.

She knew he wasn’t going to go anywhere, at least not now. Georgie cussed under her breath, and then plastered a tight, fake looking smile on her face. “Doing nothing with me is a ride or die situation,” she told him, and it was true. She often found herself doing before thinking, and sometimes that led to injuries. “Are you able to handle that?” As he stepped beside her, she could feel her face warm, despite the snow that was flying in her face. “Great, so I’m your scapegoat,” she said, flatly, rolling her eyes, before beginning to walk again. She didn’t wait to see if he followed. “Let’s go,” she called, trudging ahead.

[lee-sejoo]

Joon Hyung. I feel strange. I think I’m sick. I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to lift weights. Strangely, I feel so sleepy. I feel listless.

[wordsnquotes]

How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

 Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via wordsnquotes)

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philipmcgee:

This was definitely colder than the coldest he could remember Hawkins got. He almost regretted now leaving Troy’s cabin to head home. Plus, he wouldn’t have to be stuck with his dad. But by this point, he was already closer to home than to the cabin, and he figured he might just go all the way. But a figure nearby distracted him, a frown pulling on his face. And despite the cold, he still managed to make his way through the snow to take a closer look at the person. “Georgie?” Philip said once he was close enough to recognize it was her. Which, obviously, didn’t make him continue his way home, but instead walking closer. “What are you still doing outside?”

@georgieswill

She had chosen this point to go out and do some... exploring, specifically because nobody would be out. At least, nobody in their right mind. She was bundled up, wearing about six layers on top and four on bottom, she might as well have resembled a human bean bag. Georgie was on the way to the lab, to investigate why the power was on, while everyone was in total darkness. So, when she heard her name, it was unexpected to say the least. She froze, no pun intended, and spun around to find Philip. “Nothing,” she said, quickly, though it was a blatant lie. She was caught off guard, that was all. Philip recognized her somehow under all of that, and she wasn’t prepared for the situation. “What are you still doing outside?” 

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cartercastillo:

He kicked his shoes off as instructed, nudging them to look nice and neat just for Georgie. His head swung around, his lip jutting out in a pout and his eyes doing the very best to resemble a labrador’s. “You wouldn’t banish me. Even you aren’t that mean.” He nudged her with his elbow, offering her that grin that would just make her roll her eyes. He thought about humming ‘Frosty the Snowman’ but he also figured that the pair of them were right at the door and she could push him out if she wanted to. She wouldn’t, but she could. Instead, Carter grabbed his flashlight and shined it up at his face, casting long shadow onto it. “Take me to your lair and I won’t shove my feet in your face.”

She didn’t react to the faux pout, just staring with a deadpan expression. That usually threw people off, Carter might’ve been immune to it at this point. “Try me,” she retorted, locking the door behind him as he peeled off the layers. The house already seemed like a museum, it was quiet, and gathering dust. The lack of power only gave it an eerie bluish tint. “Shove your feet in my face, and I’ll cut them off, Castillo,” she snapped back, walking back towards her room which was lit only by a few flash lights and a lantern meant for camping. She couldn’t remember if there ever was a time her family went camping. “How are you still annoying in a blizzard? Shouldn’t the cold put a damper on your mood?”

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cartercastillo:

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After checking in with his mother and letting her know that yes, he was safe and yes, he was warm and yes, he had working batteries in his flashlight, Carter made the perilous trek next door to the Wilmington residence. Despite it being about five steps and one jump over the fence, by the time he was knocking on the door, the boy was resembling a snowman. After pounding on the door a second time, Carter had to stop short as the door swung open, so not to hit Georgie smack bang in the forehead. “Oh hell…” he shivered, shaking the excess snow of himself before stepping inside. “This weather really gives a new meaning to blue balls.”

She had been sitting by candlelight suddenly understanding what it must’ve felt like in A Christmas Carol. Her mom had taken to the other part of her home, bundled in blankets and looking for non-perishable items. She hadn’t been expecting a knock-- though, she knew who it was almost immediately. Georgie got up and went to the door, peering out the window beside it to see Carter, and whipped the door open. She shooed him in before he let too much snow in, even though the point seemed moot because he resembled an avalanche. “If you make anymore shitty jokes, I’m gonna put you back outside,” she replied, taking the coat and other layers from him and hanging them on the hook. “Take off your shoes. You know the drill.”

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priya-helms:

“Good things never happen when I explode.” She mumbled under her breath. She had let herself explode before and that was when she hadn’t been able to control herself and could’ve hurt the people around her. “Shit is always messy. At least it always has been.” Priya said honestly as her eyes glanced down. Priya stayed quiet for a moment and then glanced up at the girl. “How do you let it out without exploding…”

“As if good things happen to anyone when they explode,” she replied, trying to suppress a roll of her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest, watching the other. “To varying degrees, but that’s just humanity,” she said. “I don’t know. I’m the wrong person to ask. Punch something?”

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priya-helms:

Priya listened to the girl and when she spoke she kept her eyes down. She didn’t know how to respond to her mostly because she knew she was right. Priya needed to learn to not just control her emotions but deal with them without letting them bottle up and explode. Letting her emotions explode did not go well and it was very different than when others let their emotions out, something they wouldn’t understand. “Why do you care?” She asked looking up at her and then back down. 

Why did she care? After all the time she spent bottling up everything she felt, why did she care if this girl, who she barely knew, did that? “I don’t,” she lied, well aware that it sounded as false as it felt. She inhaled sharply, and shook her head. “Truthfully, you look like you’re going to explode. And I’ve been in a similar position, and I just would tell people I was fine when I wasn’t, and--” She cut off, realizing it was becoming rambly again. “Basically, you do more damage if you suppress things. You know? And shit’s already messy.”

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lucretiapetran:

With a colorful tote bag hoisted over her shoulder, the middle-aged woman appeared less than likely to be hiding a few secrets in her bag. Among other things, a pack of cigarettes and her own lighter were tucked deep into the crevices of the bag. Being one of the few around, she paused and eventually reached into her bag to search. “I-I, uhm . .” She stuttered, a particularly nasty and rather permanent habit now. There were times where’d she try to catch herself, but the habit wouldn’t desist. Eventually, stamped with an animal pattern, the lighter made an appearance. “You doing o-okay?” 

Out of all the people to approach her, this woman was the least likely to have the solution to her dilemma, which made it all the more plausible. Expect the unexpected, a mantra she had been repeating to herself for years. It caused more paranoia than yielded results, yet she couldn’t be too careful. As the older woman stuttered out the question, Georgie took the lighter, cupping a hand around it and the cigarette, as she flicked it to get it going. “Just peachy, lady,” she replied, her tone more aggressive than intended. She inhaled, feeling the familiar burn of the smoke, the rush of the nicotine, and shook her head. “People are just fucking close-minded. Thanks for the lighter.” Georgie held it back out, eyeing the bag it came from, how the bright colors seemed to juxtapose the gray days of Hawkins in the fall.

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valhelms:

“ Fuck .” It’s uttered flatly; as flat as the hopes that had been dashed that she might have found a lead. That first intrusive thought makes her hate herself even more. Maybe she had checked out a little too much in high school to recognize the specific faces and names of Matty’s friends, but she remembered the death, the first one her little brother had to figure out how to come to terms with; he’d been too little when their grandparents had died to understand what was going on. A pang of guilt and shame hits her like a ton of bricks. “ Sorry, that was super fucking insensitive. I should’ve realized .”

Another long drag of the cigarette, the soothing monotony of repetition and nicotine unknotting her tense muscles. “ It starts to feel like they get off on the pain ,” Val agreed, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, letting the dying embers of the butt of her cigarette sting at her fingers between dropping it to her feet, extinguishing it. “ Like all the melodrama of it and the mystery are the plot of a fucking television show, not an actual little boy who’s actually missing .”

Georgie watched as the girl came to the realization-- she hadn’t known Matthew’s sisters, just of them. But, what they were going through could easily be related to what happened a few years back. She shrugged at the other, and raised the cigarette back to her lips, taking a drag. By now, any arguments she had previous were out of her mind, she had calmed down but hadn’t cheered up. Who could? Tragedy was everywhere. “It’s fine, really,” she replied, trying not to dwell on the subject too long. She wasn’t fishing for anything, just trying to put that fact out there. 

The nicotine rush made her feel light headed, which was a little nice against the biting Autumn air. “They want to make it about themselves, they get off on the attention,” she said, her eyes trained on the curling plumes of smoke rising from the half burned cigarette. “It’s like people don’t give you a second to breathe, either, right?” She met eyes with Val, again. “I know we aren’t in the same situation, but for what it’s worth, I have ways to help. I’ve been keeping tabs.” She paused, and cleared her throat. “Nobody deserves to lose a sibling.”

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madelinemendoza:

“Yeah, it can be, but not always. Especially if your stuck in the same damn town your entire life. How are you ever supposed to know what all is out there?” Madeline was quick to argue, trying her best to maintain some semblance of not overreacting. “Life is as simple as you make it. Complex and long lived lives are more my speed anyway. I’m not just gonna let it pass me by.”

“Don’t look at me, I don’t want to stay in this stupid place for the rest of my life,” she replied, with a shrug. “Life is never simple. We’re all morally grey people, even if you’re the nicest person in the world. I’m saying, though, is we, as humans, are all the same. We live, eat, sleep, and die. Don’t let it pass you by.”

[eddiebuckleydiaz]

I’m in love

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12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

“Yeah. More often than you’d think.  I don’t sleep.”

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06: How do you want to die?

“In a way that guarantees I am not going to return. Obviously, I don’t want it to be painful. But, it doesn’t matter if it’s quick or slow, truthfully. Fire would be painful, but also allow me to be disfigured enough people would have to cremate me, and I wouldn’t want a water rellated death because those just suck,. Maybe electrocution, I don’t kn-- nevermind.”