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@ghostof79
kara-murphy:
“Right,” Kara said, biting her lip before holding her hand out to him. “Try to shake my hand?”
He looked down at her hand for a moment, before moving to take it for a shake. However, his hand passed right through it as if it wasn’t even there.
kara-murphy:
“What? No. I have a job. Some money saved up. If you really need a camera, I can get you one. Maybe not one of the super nice ones, but … it’ll be something?” Kara had no idea why she was offering. She knew she couldn’t exactly fulfill the needs of every ghost she came across. But she could help this one, and she figured maybe that would be enough for now.
“Maybe we should make sure I can actually hold a camera before buying one”
kara-murphy:
“Um, well … I could help you get one maybe?” Kara suggested, knowing that would cut into her savings, but she felt somewhat responsible.
“Are you planning on robbing a bank or something? I had a mate that tried that once. Did not work. Course he was knackered off his arse when he did”
kara-murphy:
Kara bit her lip, not sure what to say or suggest, just feeling generally horrible. “Maybe … there’s a way for you to get a new camera,” she said, not sure if he’d be able to touch anything but it was worth a try, wasn’t it?
“How? I don’t have any money. Besides that one took me an entire year to save up for.”
kara-murphy:
“Um. You … can’t,” Kara said slowly. “At least, I don’t know how. Maybe-maybe I can figure it out. I’m going to try. I just … I can’t promise it’ll be soon or-or if it’ll work at all. But … I’m going to try.” She nodded, not sure if that was reassuring or not, considering he had no idea who she was.
“Well that sucks” he said, shaking his head and running his fingers back through his curls. “fuck me....I don’t have my camera and I probably can’t even drink anymore. How the fuck am I going to pass the time?”
kara-murphy:
“Well … technically ghosts aren’t supposed to be here at all,” Kara admitted. “But, um, something happened … and now ghosts are here. I’m sorry.” The apology was reflective, and she winced automatically, remembering how harshly Kieran had spoken to her when she’d tried to apologize.
“Okay, so how do I get back to wherever I was then? Do we call an exorcist...oh wait that’s demons...”
kara-murphy:
“Heh, well … honestly, that might be a better place for you,” Kara admitted, shaking her head. “This … this is Sunnybrooke.” She held her hands out to the side. “And you’re here because … well, you’re … you’ve died. This isn’t some afterlife or anything, I’m not dead. I’m … I’m a banshee. That’s how I know you’ve died and are now … a ghost.” She grimaced, having no idea how he’ll respond to that.
He stared at her as she called the place Sunnybrooke and said he was dead, but that the place wasn’t the afterlife, which probably meant he was stuck in good old Purgatory. Maybe he should have gone to mass more...or less. Then she mentioned he was a ghost. “Aren’t ghosts supposed to haunt where they died?”
kara-murphy:
Oh. Shit. Kara hesitated, honestly contemplating pretending like she hadn’t heard him to avoid this situation altogether, but since she felt responsible she knew she couldn’t do that without the guilt following her, so she slowed to a stop, turning toward the newcomer. “Hey, um … which city are you from?” she asked, not entirely sure how to tell the guy the truth. She could feel it coming from him, the cold aura of death.
“From? Waterford, but I’m trying to get back to New York City.” he looked around. The place looked much closer to some place back home than anywhere near NYC. “I’m not even sure how I got here in the first place. Is this a place people take abducted people to and take out their livers and kidneys?”
The last thing Bernard could remember was standing in the subway waiting for the train. He had been two weeks in to a trip to states, and currently residing in a closet in New York City. As far as he knew he had no plans to permanently stay, but rather was getting ready to embark on a cross country trip with his camera in the next few days.
Suddenly, however, he found himself in a place he didn’t recognize. “Oi!” he called out to someone coming his way on the street. “How do I get back to the city?”
Bernard’s “DEATH” outfit