Hades

[hadesaidxneus]

Hades held the gift loosely in his hand as he sat in one of the benches in the cemetery. "From Ayios Vassileios," he whispered, reading the tag on the side. "Happy Ephibany Santa Claus." Brushing his fingers against the flaps on the side taped down, playing with the idea of opening it to see what's inside. Instead he looked up against the silent night unsure of who'd left it behind, wondering if his family was out there. If they knew. If they cared.

"One day."

[helbcrne]

Helena couldn't sleep. Not like she really did much these days, but tonight seemed to be an especially restless one. She had changed and found herself wandering Evermore before she could even really process it. She figured she could use the quiet to think, but the more she did of that the more restless she felt. All she could hear was that voice in her head....the one that tried to pull her towards the magic she outright rejected. She was sure she looked like a mad woman to the night crowd. Just wandering and whispering to herself....

The sound of a dog snapped her out of her trance and when she spotted the creature grow closer, she held out the remainder of a muffin she had been nibbling on during her walk. It wasn't like she was very hungry anyways. Such a small and tender reaction had her smiling, but once she realized the dog was attached to a person she felt herself close up. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't realize that I was interrupting someone's walking time. He seemed hungry."

[hadesaidxneus]

Hades was rather selective about the food Phobos consumed, often times choosing to raw feed rather than anything else. After all just because he didn't take care of himself didn't mean he wouldn't take care of his dog. Sighing in disbelief he shook his head as he finally realized what exactly the pup had consumed, sending a disappointed look down to him. Leaning down to pat his head, "Well that was your treat for tonight."

"He's always acting like he's hungry," he answered, shaking his head. "Next time though you should probably ask someone before giving their dog a treat."

[hadesaidxneus]

Collar loosely held on his hand while walking around the cemetery late at night, whistling out into the darkness. Suddenly a dark mass jumped onto his face, licking it. "Phobos. Boy," he chided, pushing his face away playfully. Carefully he put the collar onto his dog's neck, tugging them out of the cemetery and into the street.

Brushing his fingers gently against the scruff on his face knowing that he needed to buy some razors on the way home from the walk. Suddenly the tug of the leash impulsive him forward, dragging him across the street at a fast pace. "Not this again." He called out watching his dog swipe food from a strangers hands, a smirk slowly settling on his face against his well.

[ghostgirlgeist]

phyllis... didn't know what to do with herself. not even the other GHOULS could see her when she went... well, ghost. panic infiltrated her chest, tightening it like someone was screwing a nail in too tight, feeling the pressure as it practically froze her in place. he was being so... casual. so nonchalant. usually just her floating off the ground or going through walls was enough to spook people, especially the cadets. the phantom swallowed thickly, his last question confusing her, brows scrunching together as she took a moment to process before realization dawned upon her. ❛ oh, uh, no... no, i don't have... i never had a body... ❜ phyllis tried to explain her situation, but her voice wavered and words cracked, throat feeling tight. ❛ i was born... dead. born a ghost, i mean. i was never alive so... i don't know if i can technically be... dead...❜ a bit delayed, the latter comment hit her and her quizzical expression once again returned; ❛ wait— one of yours ?? do you collect.... ghosts ??❜ oh my ghoul, was this one of the ghost hunters her parents had warned her about ?! fight or flight kicked in, and she found herself floating up a bit higher of the ground, a bit further away from him.

❛ are you ... are you gonna put me in one of those scary boxes like in the movies everyone talks about ?? ❜

[hadesaidxneus]

"born dead," he murmured to himself, slightly surprised for the first time. that was unusual, maybe not unheard of but definitely something curious to think about it. if he was anyone else he'd probably think about studying her more but he could have others look it up if he truly wanted to. still, curiosity was a big thing so he wouldn't be scared to ask more from her.

"a ghost from birth." he sipped his coffee in thought really glad for this reprieve from his work tired from being sat all day. "wait repeat that again. have you grown as a ghost or did you just pop-up this age out of nowhere?" that was actually even more confusing than he had actually thought so maybe he did want to know about about her. after all he hadn't heard about her from any of his other resident ghosts, nor had they ever spoken about a ghost that had never actually lived.

"collect ghosts? no, no. i don't go along collecting lost souls," shaking his head with a laugh, "if anything i protect them." box? what box was this little ghostling talking about was it something like the movies? plasma retaining boxes? "have you been watching ghostbusters lately?"

[ghostgirlgeist]

phyllis felt her stomach drop the moment he addressed her, looking around in a bit of panic to see if there was someone, or something, she missed that he could be talking to. upon realization it was just her and the stranger in the room, panic swept her features as she turned her face to look at him, once again meeting his eyes. ❛ w-wait... you can... you can see me ?? ❜ a conflicting wave of emotion crashed over her, a grasp on her throat that stunted her breath for a moment, a battle between relief and terror taking place in her chest. phyllis floated back a bit, as if distance would change anything, and cleared her throat; ❛ i'm... i'm not here to h-haunt you i just... ❜ phyllis attempted to clarify... but what WAS she doing ?? how does she explain what she was doing ?? her lips twisted as she fought for words, eyes glazed, still trying to process that he could see her despite knowing for a fact she was invisible; ❛ i come in here a lot, ❜ she confessed, ❛ i just... i just want to understand what people fear about dying. but how... how can you can see me ?? ❜

[hadesaidxneus]

"not only can i see you but i can also hear you," he walked towards the coffee machine tipping the remaining of it's contents onto his cup, sipping it. "imagine that? see and hear a ghost, frightning." it wasn't often that he found himself interacting with the ghost around the mortuary and cemetery, rather choosing to take of them from afar. sometimes he found them milling around his office, looking for someone to listen to their woes. hades had enough woes of his own to deal with those of others but so was his work.

leaning back against the cabinet to look at phyllis for a little longer, after all this ghost felt different. "is your body around here somewhere? i've never seen you before, nor do i recognize you from any records of mine."

[hadesaidxneus]

@misscheshirecat

Dealing with her was something that he dreaded every time the essence of her could be felt in the air around him. It was so thick with a mischief and annoying quality to it that it always managed to get him half way out of the door. Still he dealt with it because Hades was sure there was something or another that she knew, she had to. After all didn't dancers handle the secrets of many? "If you've come to bother me some more walk away."

[pudgefeeder]

hadesaidxneus​: 

Taking a small sip of his drink with a hum of appreciation feeling himself already a lot more at ease. Uncaring about what the others behind him would say at his not moving out of the way for them, holding onto his cup. Half hearing what she was saying but a lot more focused on his coffee.

“Maybe if people got tipped for being assholes the world would move much faster,“ he shrugged, “Cheap plates equal throwing in aggression equal destressing.”

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Lilo wrinkled her nose as she tried to figure out if he was calling her an asshole, but she supposed she didn’t care too much if that was what he thought. The conversation was giving her a short break before a potential asshole customer took his place in line.

“That doesn’t sound like half a bad idea,” she admitted. She was naturally the kind of person that resorted to throwing fists or pulling hair, but she had been trying to get a handle on that for years. Breaking things could be a good release. “Cheaper than the rage room.”

[hadesaidxneus]

Hades rested his elbow on the counter leaning his chin against his hand thoughtfully while looking around behind the counter. He’d suddenly gotten a craving for a snack and shrugged ignoring the tapping on his shoulder from the customer behind him. After all if they couldn’t be patient enough then there really was no point in letting them pass through. 

“This work is awful enough that you need to go to a rage room?” he frowned, confused. “I think it’s time to quit if it’s as bad as it sounds after all shouldn’t you be doing something you like? Do you have pumpkin bread?”

[ghostgirlgeist]

starter: @hadesaidxneus

location: funeral parlor

phyllis wouldn't call it a morbid curiosity, for her fascination with the funeral parlor had all to do with understanding herself- as a ghost- much better. perhaps a lilt of her was hoping that the lingering spirit of one who had passed would be still tethered to the parlor so she could at least talk to them... understand what it meant to be dead a little bit better. she was lingering around in the parlor, floating around the bouquets of flowers left behind by mourning loved ones, a heaviness she couldn't understand looming in the air. phyllis wasn't feeling SAD, per sey, just... confused.

was death truly that terrible??

suddenly, phyllis felt a presence in the room, turning her head to look in the direction of who was in the door way. thankfully, phyllis never visited this establishment visibly... she kept her toes off the carpet keeping her very existence undetectable to the naked eye. the man in the doorway was strong, his aura overwhelming, making phyllis swallow the lump that bobbed in her throat. usually, when she was invisible, those who walked into a room would look right through her... but this man, so it appeared, was looking right AT her. phyllis, blaming it on nerves, stayed silent...and waited with bated breath for him to realize the room was 'empty' and leave.

[hadesaidxneus]

legs stretched from underneath the desk, arms far above his head while loudly yawning. hades had spent countless of days stuck to his desk working on paperwork for the funeral home, unable to escape the workload. drinking many cups of black coffee to keep his eyes wide open, still unable to concentrate before his mind began wondering. asking himself why he continued being confined to such an environment that sucked any sort of joy he could ever possibly experience.

shaking his head he picked up his now empty cup of coffee wondering out of his office in the search of more. either he needed to start causing some trouble around town or he'd probably bore himself further. the excitement was lost, everything felt repetitive and monotonous. "i need to stop talking to myself," he whispered.

a second glance around the room he had entered allowed him view of someone who shouldn't be there, after all it was after hours. curiously he glanced in that direction almost unsure, stepping closer he tilted his head in surprise. eyes curiously glancing at the air between them and the floor, lips quirking into a smirk. "well this is a surprise," he said, "you aren't one of mine. i've got enough ghosts haunting me to add another one to the equation."

[hadesaidxneus]

“if you’re looking for a spot to rest look no further than death,” hades spoke from his desk, pen brushing loudly against the paper. “if you’re here for the free pizza then you’ve been prank, and don’t you just feel like an idiot for falling?” although he had to give it to whoever had been doing those calls, it had turned out to be great business for him. so far he’d had a couple of people already signing contracts for all of their afterlife plans.

[hadesaidxneus]

Hades stayed far away from Wonderland unless something dragged him there, preferring to keep his business to more palatable places. Something about the crowd at Wonderland made him pause in distaste whenever he entered it, even if it called to the refined taste of others. Hades loved to flirt and dine a girl for the night, but he hated the idea of having to pay for it. Still, as he sat in the comfy armchair with his chin rested in his knuckles he held a simple gaze at the person in front of him. Having had just finished with a business proposition of sorts he could of left in that moment, but something about the dancer in front of him seemed familiar. Possessive even. @faiirytalcs​

[hadesaidxneus]

is cerberus best boy? what are your thoughts on cats?

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"One time I was working on a couple of very important paperwork when Ceberus entered my office with a blanket dragging behind me. As I looked at him in curiosity, wondering what was about to happen, he laid under my desk at my feet with the blanket wrapped around him. Ceberus is the best of boys. Haven't met a cat that doesn't end somehow wrapped around my shoulders."

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[hadesaidxneus]

what's a guilty pleasure of yours?

"Peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. Worst thing I could ever put inside my stomach, specially when I give into bread with gluten. Fluff? Peanut butter? I'd give anything for it."

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[hadesaidxneus]

What's the biggest challenge you have faced so far?

"Communicating with living people."

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[hadesaidxneus]

what is your opinion on death?

"It's a lot less lonely than being alive. It is challenging and uncaring about what you may feel. It gives as much as it takes, and if you manage to pass through then you're lucky."

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[hadesaidxneus]

do you think you could be a good person?

"What makes you a good person? Do you sit there and ask if I think I could be a good person without looking at yourself? Am I a bad person because I go after what I want and care not for how I achieve it? Worst of all all the bad I have done doesn't disappear just because I decide to be someone better. They will still exist. It will still be a part of me. So, no."

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[hadesaidxneus]

hexxgirlthorn​:

closed starter @hadesaidxneus​ location: outside of pour unfortunate soul

thorn wasn’t sure why she still did this to herself. she didn’t drink anymore and she didn’t party as hard as she used to, but she still found herself seeking bars and other forms of it whenever she was stressed. considering that she was constantly stressed with the fact that she was stuck in a town that was supposed to be just another stop on the hex girl’s tour, she didn’t think she was doing so bad for seeking her vices out every now and then. if anything, sometimes being around the setting inspired her songwriting, though it wasn’t as good as just going out into the woods and disappearing for a few hours. still, she had every intention of going in and gathering some inspiration since it was last notice and then going home and locking herself in her studio.

she lasted about ten minutes before she decided to go. people were getting on her nerves and she really wasn’t trying to start a bar fight this time. the vibes were completely hostile and annoying. as she made her way out of the bar she ran smack into another person. “where did you come from?” she said aloud, looking the taller man up and down. “save yourself the trouble. the crowd is not worth the fight tonight. you’re better off checking out a graveyard for a more peaceful crowd.”

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restless were the nights when not even the company of the dead managed to bring him peace. so lost was he in the motions of the routine that he’d gotten sucked into a world that spoke to him only as far as the whispers of death did. maybe that was his own fault in the end, forgetting to live for life itself rather than for the anger of it all, but he chose not to care. spite pushed him onward even as he remained unsure of where it came, and for what reasons.

watching the leaves of the trees begin to flourish with the welcoming of spring he sighed miserly. just another reminder of something he could never be a part of, life. fingers ghosted across the tree trunks without thought, and maybe if he’d looked backwards he’d seen the darkened mark of his fingertips furrowed deep in the trunk of those trees. weaving his way through the people walking around town making his way towards a place where he could get a quick drink to forget.

so lost in thought he was as he entered through the door that he didn’t notice as someone stepped out, slamming against him. “through the door,” he answered, eyebrow raised. “how funny that i’ve just come from there and ended here instead.” 

[evermorehqs]

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