June Everbrook

drifter, medium, currently living in Bentley, New York. i see dead people and i've been called here to help. say what you will, but this is my divine purpose. i'm no damsel in distress and i'm not about to run away scared. i've seen things most people only ever see in nightmares. i strive to help and not to harm. i'm aurie this is a roleplay account for misguided ghosts

[fuckingangela2]

Not everything? I’m offended.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

The dog misses you. Wanna come be dorks with us in the woods?

[fuckingangela2]

You love everything about me, if you’re being honest.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

Wellllll...not everything. But close to everything.

[claudia-caine-deactivated201410]

I think I’ll embarrass myself.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

No, silly! That's half the fun. The point of living--really living--is never to take things or yourself too seriously.

Now get over here. Let's be idiots together!

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Ask Me Anything ~ June + Angela

[fuckingangela2]

“‘Course it can, goofball. Animals can see all kinds of things no one else can see.” 

Angela’s eyes widened. She reached out tentatively and pet it’s furry golden coat. She saw its’ tail wagging in June’s arms, and she leaned down and kissed its little head. "I think I’m in love with this puppy," she said, mouth agape.

June told her to pick the collar, and Angela turned towards the collars hanging in no particular order on their hooks. She was excited to have a job to do, even if it was as simple as picking a collar. She smiled as she picked up a pink collar, lined with spikes. She turned to the cart, and picked up their puppy. She scratched it behind the ears as she left their cart to find June, careful not to be noticed by an employee. 

She found June in the food aisle, trying to choose between a few different brands. She held up the collar as she cradled the puppy against her with her other arm. “This is the one,” she grinned, nodding towards the collar. "If it’s a boy, we’re naming him Bitch, and if it’s a girl, we’re naming her Queen Bitch."

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"I think I'm in love with this puppy." 

June laughed. "You should be. She loves you too." June kissed its nose before walking away to compare brands. She chose something expensive with the hopes that it would be good enough and grabbed two dishes before she turned to see Angela coming down the aisle, their collared puppy in tow. "I like it. She looks fierce." The puppy gave a yip and craned her head to lick June's hand.

Angela suggested names, to which June responded with a look of horror. "We are not naming the puppy that." She shook her head and grabbed a bag of rawhides from the shelf beside her. "What about Eris? After the goddess of chaos," June suggested, grabbing a bag of treats with her teeth before heading back to their abandoned cart. She hadn't been thinking of the people who might see a puppy floating in mid air at all, but the store's staff seemed busy.

She took a matching leash from one of the pegs and dumped it in the cart before heading down an aisle of toys. "I like Cleo too though... I don't know, but we're not naming the dog something profane, alright?"

[gail-interrupted]

That might not've been the best idea...

[gail-interrupted]

Yeah! I’m not too keen on the pastor finding out I’ve been tryin’ to help with his flower bed.

If y’ask me, these primroses weren’t gonna make it through the night anyway.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

You tried though! That was nice of you. He could be ill or something and can't look after it.

[gail-interrupted]

That might not've been the best idea...

Guess it can’t be changed now, though.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

Yeah...about that.

We should probably go now.

[fuckingangela2]

Only because nobody can see me.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

You dance like a maniac and I love it.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

C'mon, just dance a little. It's fun!

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// the aimless gypsy wanderer // nature or nuture

Given away by her mother not three days after her birth, June very easily could have been a different person. Her grandmother, however, was a loving, if eccentric woman with less of an iron grip when it came to raising a baby girl. April encouraged her only grandchild to love unconditionally, to explore and question everything, and to be selfless in all things. June is the sort of person who lives with reckless abandon and an appreciation for everything in natural existence. With gifts like hers, it would have been easy enough to tell her to suppress them and never acknowledge their existence; thanks to April, June has not only come into her own with these gifts, but also helped countless people as a result.

curious

selfless

whimsical

adventurous

[juneeverbrook-blog]

Ask Me Anything ~ June + Angela

[fuckingangela2]

Angela? A badass? "Nice save," Angela grinned as she parked the van in front of the pet store. She hopped out of the driver’s seat and followed June into the store as the bell above the door announced their arrival. "It stinks in here," she rolled her eyes knowing that nobody but June would be able to see or hear her. "If we get a dog and it stinks, it’s all yours," she groaned, picking at her nail beds. 

She scanned the pen. The puppies in the front had too much energy. One was even chasing his own tail. She rolled her eyes. June probably liked that shit, but Angela would much rather have an old, lazy dog who was already accustomed to how terrible the world was.

June asked an employee if she could hold one dog. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge either, and it looked like big golden marshmallow. Angela shrugged as the dog cuddled against June’s neck. "I don’t give a fuck," she said, wrinkling her nose. As if it could hear her, the dog turned up to her and licked her cheek. "June…" Angela stared wide-eyed at her friend. "June, this dog can fucking see me."

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"If we get a dog and it stinks, it's all yours."

June rolled her eyes. Of course Angela would be a pessimist about this, but she still smiled. "Puppies are great. They always see the best in everything and everyone. To them, you're the greatest person in the whole world." She cooed, rocking the puppy in her arms. "Nobody'll think more highly of you than a dog." A nearby worker nodded as if she'd been talking to him the whole time. She smiled as if nothing were wrong and snuggled the little fuzzball closer, strolling off in a different direction.

"June, this dog can fucking see me."

"'Course it can, goofball. Animals can see all kinds of things no one else can see." She spoke softly, scratching the puppy's ears. It kissed her nose and made her laugh. "We're gonna need toys and food and a leash..." Clearly they hadn't thought this through completely, but June was happy to learn along the way. She danced a little with the puppy still in arms. "We're gonna love ya and cuddle ya and take ya to swim in the lake..." she trailed off, excited by the prospect. She grabbed a cart and started to peruse the aisle.

"You pick the collar, you have better taste than me." She said, throwing a few bones and a bag of treats into the cart. "Stand here a minute. I'll be right back with the food." June plopped the puppy in the front seat of the cart and went off in another direction to grab a few more things. 

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Ask Me Anything ~ June + Angela

[fuckingangela2]

She rolled her eyes. June could complain all she wanted about being stuck, but Angela would prefer if she didn’t complain to her. She wondered if these promises of tethering her to an object and taking her away from Bentley were only to make her feel better or if June was naive enough to believe her own words. But at the mention of grave-robbing, her irritation subsided. She smiled slowly. That would be a fun night. “Can we dig up my grave? I want to see my bones,” she smirked at June, hoping the idea would gross her out.

She listened quietly as June ruminated on her last fight with her ex-fiance. At first, it was whiny and annoying, but slowly, Angela understood. She never wanted to hurt James. She never wanted him to look at her the way this guy had looked at June. She never wanted to be away from him, and she never wanted to fight with him, and she never wanted to make him hurt. She nodded wordlessly. 

A dog? Angela smiled at the idea. She’d always wanted a dog. She returned to the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. "You’ll have to buy the little fucker because nobody’ll be able to see me in the pet store," she explained, starting off towards the pet store in the center of town. "And just a head’s up, I’ll be too lazy to walk it most of the time and I’ll probably forget to feed it, so you should be prepared to do all of the work" she shrugged, grinning guiltily. 

"Let’s get one that’s really mean looking with like, the sweetest disposition. He’ll be the best of both of us."

Angela snorted. "Are you calling me mean? Or am I just mean-looking?"

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June pulled the back and side doors closed and climbed her way into the passenger seat. "Of course." June was grinning too. Even if Angela only played with the dog now and then, June would be happy. Something to take care of. She hadn't had that in a long time. "That's fine, I'll do it." She couldn't give Angela the world, but maybe she could give her other things. It had started with the driving and now they were getting a dog. Bentley would have to become a build-your-own-adventure. Maybe it was a kind of compromise that could keep both of them happy.

"No, I'm calling you a badass," June grinned. "Now park the car and let's go pick a puppy." How she was going to raise a dog in a van was beyond her, but the challenge seemed exciting and she would gladly rise to the occasion. She slipped out of the car and entered the store with Angela close behind. June approached the pen where a number of puppies seemed to be in varying stages of activity. She studied them for a moment. First the littler puppies who seemed a bit more tenacious than the rest, but the larger ones still stood out. She liked bigger dogs best.

It was then that her eyes fell on a fluffy gold and white one. "That one?" she whispered softly for Angela's approval. "Can I see that one?" she asked an attendant who was passing by. He lifted the dog out and handed it to June, and instantly it snuggled into the crook of her neck. "This one. It has to be this one," she spoke in hushed whispers as not to draw attention. 

[stephanie-muir-isdead]

Stephanie didn't say anything for a few moments, and crushed in June's embrace before jumping back to reality. "June!" She wasn't much of a hugger, but right then and there she grabbed on to June like a drowning victim clinging to a lifeboat in a storm; that thing had tried to kill June, maybe Stephanie too if it had gotten the chance. But the difference was that Stephanie was already dead, June wasn't. Stephanie was glad she was soaked so that June couldn't recognize the water running down her face as tears. "Oh G-God June," her voice was hoarse from all the water she had swallowed and she couldn't make out the last of her words. 'I thought you were dead.'  

June stood and began to slog through the water in the opposite direction of the swan boats, Stephanie still crouching in the water looking dazed. But then Stephanie remembered the thing that had tried to drown June, the way the ripples in the water had looked as it swam away towards the entrance. What if it was still there, waiting for them? "June, wait, n-not that way," she called after her, "that's the way the...thing went."  

[juneeverbrook-blog]

"Oh G-God June," She could sense the desperation in Stephanie's voice. and she could only imagine, too, what it was like to sit helplessly by and watch someone die the same way you had. No. June was made of stronger stuff. She rubbed Stephanie's back in an attempt to be soothing. "Hey, it's alright. I'm not dead. Not today, anyway. I got too many important things to do." She offered a cocky smile as if she hadn't just been confronted by death Himself before trekking off.

Her lungs burned from the lingering dirty water, but she tried to keep taking deep breaths and a shake it out. Her eyes were stinging too, but she was confident that if they could just get out of here, she could patch herself up and be on her way. "June, wait, n-not that way, that's the way the...thing went." She stopped dead in her tracks, pressed herself against the wall and searched the dirty water for something, although she wasn't sure she knew what she was looking for. "There's an empty boat up ahead. It's probably our best bet out of here." If she was certain of anything at this point, it was that she would never be doing something like this again.

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Ask Me Anything ~ June + Angela

[fuckingangela2]

It seemed so easy, she thought. Sure, this strange fiancé had probably thought June was crazy, but after all she’d been through with James, Angela saw that as only a small problem. At least they had both been alive.

She tried to remain supportive, but as June began to blabber on about her fear of being trapped, Angela couldn’t help but turn her head away from the older girl’s line of sight and roll her eyes. "Yeah, imagine that," she murmured. "Being stuck in one place forever would be terrible," she said sarcastically as she bit the cuticle of her right index finger. But even though she thought June was being insensitive, she understood. The white picket fence lifestyle was never in the cards for Angela either, and if she had a choice, she’d be a nomad too. She’d always dreamed of growing old and traveling, exploring distant lands and wandering foreign plains, tiptoeing through jungles and climbing through caves. She knew that June’s work was probably less glamorous than all that, but the adventurous spirit was the same.

"It feels shittier being the dumper than the dump-ee."

Angela turned to face June again, bewildered. It took serious effort to keep her jaw from falling open. The strangest part was that judging by the look on June’s face, she actually believed what she’d just said. Angela shook her blonde head. "It shocks me sometimes how different we are," she said, bemused. "I’d much rather be the dumper. You get all the power if you’re the dumper." She didn’t need to remind June how much she liked being in control. Her mind fluttered back to her first time driving, June in the passenger’s seat as she tore down the center of the road like she owned it.

Stray cats. Of course. “You always say you aren’t a witch, but you sure do act like it sometimes. I suppose these stray cats were all black?” she teased.

[juneeverbrook-blog]

"Sorry," June replied quietly, blushing. "You know I'd take you with me if I could. We'd go everywhere." June sighed, knowing no further development had happened in the way of tethering Angela's spirit to another item or anything like that. Whatever magic had bound this town to its spot was rooted deep and it didn't want to be discovered or explained. She was still determined to get to the bottom of it. "Guess we're just gonna have to be the secret undead police here. We could go, like...I dunno. Grave robbing or something." She laughed a little. Her conscience would never allow such a thing, but it was at least fun to think about.

"It shocks me sometimes how different we are. I’d much rather be the dumper. You get all the power if you’re the dumper."

"I just have a real guilty conscience I guess," she tried to laugh it off. "I hope I never see him again. I hurt him. I hurt him so bad and I'm gonna have to live with that look on his face for the rest of my life. That whole experience...it was something I never wanna do again." Did she explain now or later that she'd almost left Bentley? Did she tell Angela about the dead children in the cornfield who told her to go back when she tried to go away? No. She wasn't going to bring that up. 

She laughed with a bit more exuberance when Angela mentioned she was a witch. "No, they were black and a little white," she joked. "Actually, we had this orange and white one once that was my favorite. He was a kitten when I found him in the garbage can out back. We named him Oscar after the puppet from Sesame Street. The one who's always in the garbage can."  She picked at a thread in her dress that had snagged. "I've always wanted a dog though. We should totally go pick out a dog." Spontaneous ideas like these made her whole face light up. If she wasn't leaving Bentley, perhaps she needed little game-changers in life to make things more interesting. "Let's get one that's really mean looking with like, the sweetest disposition. He'll be the best of both of us."

[juneeverbrook-blog]

Her notes were divided into sections based on senses: sight, tactile, and emotional with one reserved for miscellaneous journaling as she worked not only on honing her craft but also to document experiences with her gifts. It would help to see the growth on paper, she told herself. In thirteen years she'd become well-attuned to the sensory, tactile part, but the rest had come on too alarmingly fast. She was tired of losing sleep, tired of being short with people. June wanted her life back, and it was obvious that if she wanted it back, she would have to take it back herself. No sense in waiting for it to return to arm's reach. Life waited for no one, not even those who outsmarted death.

She was scribbling furious notes in her notebook when she noticed someone staring.

"Um...hi? Can I help you?"

[juneeverbrook-blog]

Exploration {Open!}

It was strange now, having nearly drowned and come back from the brink of death, how different the world seemed. Colors were so much brighter, to the extent that it was beginning to give her a migraine. She still couldn't figure out what it was in that stupid tunnel of love that distorted Stephanie's face so extremely, but she had to guess that was part of the bad vibe the circus itself had given her. Perhaps that was how it worked? It lured the weak-minded into submission and once it had those people where it wanted them, it preyed on them. That was all she could figure out.

But it was a new incentive to begin to get a better grip on her gifts (or burdens, as she'd grown to think of them). Auras glowed off of spirits like lights on infrared cameras so strong they seemed to pulse slightly. She'd decided to do more research at the library, figuring this would be at least the best way to start to know something. She was in touch with at least half a dozen contacts in the past week asking for advice, information. She'd invested in a larger notebook to keep the important parts down in and carried it everywhere. She was going to have to learn how to control these things in a place like this. How to shut them off when she wanted without losing touch completely. The first part was simply exploring them to begin with.

She headed up the steps to the library, turning the volume down on her iPod before dropping off the books she'd checked out yesterday. And then she set off to the non-fiction section. 

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[murderxhusbands]

It runs in your family. That’s interesting. [ He hesitated. He normally wasn’t comfortable sharing this kind of information with almost total strangers, but it was also the closest to his own situation he’d ever heard. Maybe there were more families out there like his. ] I had an aunt like that. When my parents started to think I was crazy, she told me what was happening, taught me all about ghosts. Do you have… brothers or sisters?

[juneeverbrook-blog]

If I do I've never met 'em. My mother was an only child and she gave me over to my gran three days after I was born. Soon as she could get out of the hospital she was gone. Never heard from her again. As for my dad, never met him either, nor did gran. I don't even know his name. I imagine both of them have lives and are married and have other children, but I don't know anything about that.

Your aunt though. That was good of her. Lotsa people like us are just runnin' scared with no one to turn to to help 'em figure it out. I suppose in this...business we lucked out as much as you can with a gift like ours.