Should've Been In Heaven

Rhett Fischer -- 30 years old-- Ghost

[hxngingmxn]

You would think after two days the firecrackers would be used up. 

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[finchlynoah]

It was earlier than Anya preferred to be up. The moment her eyes opened though, there was no dozing back off. Nursing a cup of tea in her hands, which she happened to spike with something more to her liking, she headed straight for one of the lawn chairs in the backyard. The grass prickled her bare feet, but she liked everything about the coolness of this morning.

[hxngingmxn]

It was almost a peaceful feeling--sitting in the spot where you died. At least, for Rhett it was. Lanky body hunched between two branches of the tree where he hung himself the blonde read Dante's Inferno for the umpteenth time. It wasn't until he saw someone making their way to one of the lawn that he even looked up from the book. Ghosting from his perch to one of chairs next to her, a kind smile traced his lips. "Good morning," he offered, casually opening his book up so as not to appear needy for conversation.

[hxngingmxn]

Staring at the Christmas tree that stood in the living room, Rhett couldn't help but grin softly. Years had come and gone, and he couldn't believe that the holiday had stuck around. It didn't help that each passing year, he sensed the Christmas spirit becoming increasingly lower than the year before. "I wonder why they keep it going...," he spoke--not really expecting an answer.

[prettylittlemcnster]

“I haven’t really had to yet, but… it’s been in my mind for centuries,” Cas managed a small laugh, bringing her pale fingers up to run through white locks of hair. “–you snagged your own room?” The girl perked her brows, genuinely surprised. Not only had she never attempted to claim her own room, but the idea of it didn’t seem realistic… or possible. But not everyone was basement bound like she made herself. “…uh, lead the way?” 

[hxngingmxn]

“How long exactly have you been stuck here?” Rhett questioned, his curiosity getting the best of him when she mentioned centuries. She seemed too young to be dead for so long--a strange thought considering he couldn’t be that much older and yet he had been dead since 1989. “I uh yeah. It’s on the third floor...one of the unfinished rooms,” he answered, his gaze going down to his shoes. In the beginning, Rhett hadn’t known what to do so he holed up in one of the rooms that looked to be forgotten. When she agreed to come along, his gaze traveled back up. “Wonderful...follow me,” he said, beginning to step out of the room and down the long hallway. 

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prettylittle--monster:

“Well, for one… there’s always the argument that there was more than one made.” Cas began, eyes still scanning over the desk’s belongings. “Secondly, say… the original owner approaches you saying ‘Hey, that’s mine.’ you could always make some kind of indiscreet tear or stain on it, come up with a story behind it, and use that as your defense.” The ghost’s suggestion came out casually, as she glanced over her shoulder for a brief moment. Her pale gaze quickly returned to the desk, however, as she proceeded to search the drawers. “–uhh… a notebook, just a blank one. I might have more luck in the sorority rooms.”

A bemused grin stretched Rhett’s mouth upwards slightly. “You’ve thought this over quite a bit. Have you done any of that before?” he asked, clearly curious as to the history of the girl. She seemed to be a lot better at the whole ghost thing than he was. Not that he was complaining--but it felt a little weird to have someone so willing to help. “Thanks for the advice. You know...I have some of those blank notebooks in my room. I tend to...horde things....” 

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prettylittle–monster:

Slowly inching into the room from her spot at the doorway, Cas kept her eyes on her opposite as he spoke, though sly in her movements she crept along the side of a cluttered desk. The ghost of a laugh escaped the pale spirit’s lips at his comment; something she could relate to. “It’s a free for all up here,” she added, turning to the desk and looking over the mess. “I can think of a few good excuses for you to use if you do get caught, though.” The girl mused, opening a notebook and flipping through the pages. Used. With that observation she closed it, continuing her search.

Rhett’s ghost of a smile began to widen as she laughed--happy that he could cause some amusement for the young woman. “I assumed that was the case,” he answered, his arms stretching out to test the fit of the jacket. Deeming it good enough for a steal, his eyebrows perked once more as she offered some help. “Go right ahead. Can’t promise I won’t stumble my way through it, but one of them is sure to help.” As he spoke, he stepped closer to Cas, looking over her shoulder as she was spying through the person’s notebook. “Can I help you find something though?”

[hxngingmxn]

Foot stepping in front of the other, Rhett found himself pacing along the gate that served as the line between his nightmarish hell and the outside world he had tried so hard to be a part of when he was alive. Sure, he was mostly thankful that he didn't have to be the sole provider anymore to parents who never seemed to give a rats ass--but then again there was something about having a reason to...to exist that Rhett craved to have once more. Becoming distracted as a car drove by, the male watched as it disappeared around a corner--not noticing the person making their way close to him.

[hxngingmxn]

Head tilting as he stared at the younger woman, Rhett felt a pang of awkwardness creep into him. He supposed it could’ve been his lack of any contact at all with the inhabitants of the house that made him feel on edge. “No…you can stay,” he stated, a reassuring tone drifting into his voice. “I’m not very good at communicating with people I guess. I’m sorry.” The words seemed to fall out of his mouth like vomit. “Rhett Fischer.”

[prettylittlemcnster]

Keeping silent for a good moment or two, Cas merely listened to him, her expression remaining unsure for the time being. “…I’m not really all that good at it either,” she replied, a breathy laugh escaping her lips, though short lived. “Uh… Cas. And… if it makes you feel any better, I was 99% sure I was invisible when you… yeah. I mean, not that I was creeping or anything – I wasn’t, it’s, uh…” Pausing mid-sentence, the ghost shut her eyes for a second, more so embarrassed by the route she decided to take the conversation. “…a being seen thing,” she concluded, grimacing at how poor her own social skills really were.

[hxngingmxn]

It was hard not to smile, his lips twitching slightly upward, as the young woman stabled over his words. At least he wasn’t the only one having issues with interactions. “It’s uhm..completely understandable. As you probably guessed I hadn’t entirely planned on being seen either,” he answered, his eyes casting down to the jacket he was now wearing. “Let’s just hope I don’t run into the person who happens to own this. That is not a conversation I want to have.”

[jvsticeleague]

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prettylittle–monster:

rhett–fischer:

Brows furrowing at her opposite’s response, Cas moved to set her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, her gaze drifting away from him. It wasn’t a shock to her that all she could think about in that moment was ghosting back to the basement. “I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean, so…” the pale spirit hesitantly looked back to the other, her lips tightly pressed together. “If you want me to get out of here, just say so.” She muttered, barely making the statement audible.

Head tilting as he stared at the younger woman, Rhett felt a pang of awkwardness creep into him. He supposed it could've been his lack of any contact at all with the inhabitants of the house that made him feel on edge. "No...you can stay," he stated, a reassuring tone drifting into his voice. "I'm not very good at communicating with people I guess. I'm sorry." The words seemed to fall out of his mouth like vomit. "Rhett Fischer."

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unexplainableboy:

rhett–fischer:

Yeah, all but the left arm bit. 

Originally posted by asaisthebest

Eyebrows perking, Rhett looked down to see if his arm was truly invisible--forgetting completely that he would still be able to see it, which proved to only confuse him more than usual. "I'm not very good at this I guess."

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prettylittle–monster:

rhett–fischer:

I’m as sure as I can be…

Are you… trying not to be seen, or…?

Smoothing his hands over the newly acquired jacket, Rhett kept his gaze lowered--unsure if the woman was friend or foe. "...I'm not really sure," he answered, deciding it would be best to stay as vague as possible.

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callaway-breen:

rhett–fischer:

Ah… I’m… I’m new here. Just moved in. I’ve been trying to find my way around. Or at least figure out where the bathrooms are. I drank a lot on the ride over here. 

Rhett's face stayed neutral as he stared at the woman--his eyebrows coming in at the mention of her being new the only betrayal that he thought anything of it. "I could offer you a tour..this house has a tendency of turning into a maze if you don't know where you're going."

[prettylittlemcnster]

…Y–…es?

[hxngingmxn]

....are...are you sure? 

[callaway-breen-deactivated20150]

Of course I can see you. Are you… you’re not high, are you? 

[hxngingmxn]

I’m sorry..no..I’m just...I’m just surprised someone was actually in the house. I thought everyone was out. 

[hxngingmxn]

I’m sorry...can you see me?