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The sun was settling in the not so simple town of Misty Bay and some of of the town’s residents were getting ready to experience some nightlife fun. Eli had left his club for a little while and stood outside, leaning against the building and watching as people passed, “I wonder who will be my victim tonight.” He muttered unaware that someone heard him.
Ophelia watched as the sun set, to her that was the most peaceful part of her days even if it also marked the beginning of her lonely nights as a ghost, which she could easily use to haunt people or just watch them. That night she preferred something different so once it was dark she made her way towards The Wolf’s Den. It was during her walk that she suddenly heard a very specific sentence that made her stop in her tracks and turn towards the direction where the voice had come from, “excuse me? Do you really think it’s wise to go around saying such things after everything that’s been taking place around here lately?”
ohdearleila:
Leila startled slightly at the voice simply because she hadn’t been expecting the company. Shaking her head lightly to dismiss the comment the woman settled back where she sat her head turning to look at the other. “That’s okay really. I was just- talking to the fireflies.” She admitted a little sheepishly with one light shrug of her shoulder. “It depends who you ask..maybe not normal but simpler. I don’t think it’s let my expectations down, I love it here I really do. When I moved it felt like I could actually breathe for once in my life. Now it’s just-” Cutting her words off as she carefully tossed a few blades of grass into the lake. “I does, but at this point I’m not sure what else we can do for now.”
“You should be careful about that, you know? Because fireflies are not the only things that stop and listen.” She said in a nonchalant manner. Her comment was true, though, she had been guilty of doing just that as a ghost and all the things she had learned about people made her feel like she maybe had the upper hand, maybe. “I used to like this town too when I was younger but a particular event deeply changed it for me... but I can’t complain because it opened my eyes to how deeply secretive and unfair things are here. All the stuff that happens... it’s not natural nor peaceful, and I’m sure it’ll get worse,” she explained, “you can fight.”
carolinatanner:
Since the whole demon thing, Carolina had surprisingly tried to keep to herself most of the time. She had already run into one, which seriously tried to kill her, she didn’t want to risk it again. But it was a beautiful day, and she figured she could risk herself out for once. It was the middle of the day, so what were the chances anyone would try to attack her? She had only been out for a few minutes, however, and was already lost. Luckily, her instincts lead her to a nice park. Or maybe not so luckily. She had barely even sat on the edge of the fountain and already she felt water splashing all over her. “It’s fine.” She replied, turning towards the girl. “At least I’m not a mermaid.” She tried to joke, before her head softly tilted to the side. “Sure, what is it?”
It appeared as if her day was getting and better with every passing minute. Everything made her feel like she was talking the right direction in choosing to start out her unfinished business by possessing Gabe’s new love interest. She had only seen her a couple of times, but from that she had gathered that it would be easy to get away with her plan as long as she had enough control of herself. Realizing she was now talking to her target she smiled sweetly at her, choosing to apologize once again for splashing her. “Really sorry about that, by the way, but uhm... you are Carolina, right?”
ardarya:
Really?“ Arya eyed her in a curious manner. "What makes you say that?” She half smiled at her, her reaction would have been different but they were still in the crowded coffee place so she couldn’t just lose her cool. “Would you like some coffee?” Arya asked, wanting to know what she was on about and how she knew about her vampirism.
“I’ve heard you and you brother argue, a lot. Honestly at first it was annoying having to tune you out but it also helped me remember my own sibling rivalry, so I learned to deal with it and pay attention.” She pointed out with the same confidence, unbothered by who could be eavesdropping. “I don’t drink coffee, I’m afraid it doesn’t have any effect on me, but I could join you and I can tell you everything I know.”
xavierdahl:
“My apologies, love,” the werewolf flashed an apologetic smile towards the other, taking a couple awkward steps back as he realized it wasn’t who he was looking for. “From the back, you looked like someone else, a friend of mine, so I was hoping…but you’re right, bit rude of me to do that without being certain.” He admitted with an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he struggled to come up with something better to say in hoping to forget the intrusion. “And it’s fine, just Sunday slacks, nothing to be concerned over.” He shrugged, taken aback by her question, his brow raised in curiosity. “After startling you like that, it’d only seem fair…ask away.”Â
“It’s fine, could have been a lot worse. I could have been a demon.” The ghost said with a slight chuckle. “I’m properly visiting after being away from town for such a long time but I think I chose the wrong time to show up, that’s why I’m so jumpy,” she explained to the best of her abilities even if it was mostly a lie. “Well with everything that’s been going around here, doesn’t it make you want to... I don’t know, maybe start over somewhere else? As someone completely different?”
cxrmcn:
“I can’t imagine why anyone would like him, then again, who am I to judge?” Carmen chuckled softly and crossed her arms, looking over her shoulder to the drunk. Holding a hand to her chest, Carmen looked up towards the rainclouds and smiled fondly, “you know, sometimes I think it is! being a hero is my calling and i live to take down each and every motherfucker who tries to send me back to hell. Wow… I just can’t stop helping people, can i?” she twirled her hair around her finger.
“You are... you, and who you are gives you all the right to judge. At least I think it would make sense if it did.” Ophelia explained, taking a step back as she smiled, there was something that still threw her off from all the demons smiling at her lately. Bringing up hell caught attention again, though, since the whole prospect had become more prominent since she had decided to possess someone. “I don’t know, are you going through an existential crisis? Speaking of which, how is it down there? Is it as bad as everyone makes it out to be?”
sophie-lynette-smith:
Sophie jumped a little, but it didn’t matter to her that she had been splashed. It wasn’t as if it was a permanent thing for her anyway. Or like the outfit  mattered. “I’m sorry!” she said quickly, but the worry vanished when she saw the amused little smile. And then, “oh yes - yes, of course you can.”
Upper closer inspection Ophelia quickly realized that the girl that she had accidently splashed was also a ghost, one she had seen multiple times around but never approached because she thought doing so would make her feel more dead than needed. It wasn’t hard to recognize that she had lived in denial for most of those two years after all. “Don’t worry, that was all me,” she said with a slight smile. Well, I was going to ask something different, but... what would be the worst thing you would do just to feel alive again?”
What a few couple of crazy days for a ghost! One day Ophelia had been questioning her existence, the next she received the answer to all her woes in the form of an interaction with her killer, and now the town was filled with roaming demons. At first she didn’t know what to think of said portal to the underworld and all the creatures that had come out of it, but soon their presence gave her an idea, she was going to possess someone. How? She wasn’t sure, but surely someone out there knew.
She had found herself at the park again since it was her go to place, but this time she could be seen, and it not longer bothered her that the animals sensed her ghostly presence. Instead of trying to blend in she went over to the water fountain and sat there, running her finger through the water, finally enjoying how it felt to have it run over her cold fingers rather than through them. She had her back to most people but sensing someone sit behind her made her jump and in her overreaction she ended up splashing them. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” she said with an amused smile, knowing that was a stupid thing for a ghost to say. “I hope I didn’t ruin your outfit much... but now that I have your attention, could I ask you something?”
to whom it may concern; you’re making a big mistake if you think that you can beat me…you can’t. || openÂ
It was clear that the demons had freaked everyone out, especially the other supernaturals in town. If Carmen could admit it, it was quite fun watching the lesser demons raise hell in that town for she loved all the remorse and long faces from possessions and mistakes made that people were now so apologetic about. But one man in particular was spooked to death of her, how was it he found out what she was? Who knew! Oh but he was ready and with his cell out, he began to recite, “… Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et…” and with the narrowing of her eyes, Carmen’s teasing smile faded before a hot fire ignited inside of her and she spoke at the same time, “… egio diabolica, adiuramus te! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas–it’s not working!” she bragged, guffawing when she realized the exorcism had no effect on her, even when she spoke the words herself. Holding her hand out, the man was hurled back against the walls of his brick house, being sure that he would hit his head in the impact. Smirking as he was passed out on the wet front law, she lowered herself before him, “goodnight, peter panda..” she looked around to see if she was still alone before she saw someone lurking nearby, “got something to say, pobrecito?”
Ophelia had been wandering the streets, because really, what else could a ghost do at this point? She had surrendered herself into believe that she would aimlessly wander the town of Misty Bay until the end of times, but the events that took place at the ball change everything for her. The idea of demons roaming around possessing people gave her a sudden enthusiasm she didn’t know she had in her anymore, and there was no way she was going to ignore it at that point of her aimless existence. It was during her walk, while she was looking for her victims that she saw what she quickly recognized as a demon in action. At one point Ophelia thought of helping the man during his exchange of strange words with the creature, but what good would that have done? Is not like she really cared for him anyways. Once the demon was finished, Ophelia crossed the road and noticed the man lying unconscious on the ground. “Local drunk, no one ever really liked him. Seems like you just almost did the town a favor.” She spoke quietly yet not an ounce of fear could be found in her voice. What could a demon ever do to a dead girl anyway? “Is that really the point of your existence? To help people?” Ophelia asked, looking at her curiously.
Sitting by the edge of the lake near Wolf’s Den, the past few days had been chaos; it was clear that most were a little on edge after the party. Pulling up small strands of grass as she watched the fireflies, Leila sighed lightly felt uneasy to say the least. “I just hope nobody was severely injured. I naively thought this town was supposed to be safe..or well as safe as a place where supernaturals reside. I don’t know I’m sorry-” Leila murmured with a small shake of her head. “Is it so bad to hope for something normal for once?”
"But isn't normal overrated?" Ophelia wondered from her place under a tree. She had been sitting there for a while, just invisible as she saw demons pass her left and right. They could see her too, and most smirked at her in devilish ways that made her feel sick. “Wasn’t trying to invade your conversation with yourself, by the way, it’s just that people have such high expectations of this place and they are always let down.” She said in a quiet tone. Misty Bay had always been that way and she had already resigned herself into believing that if anything was bound to change it was only going to be for the worst. “It’s not bad at all, but hope requires a lot of work.”Â
A low hum escaped the girl’s lips, her body swaying to the beat of the music from her headphones. She often practised her routines wherever she could, dancing til her feet hurt. Her lips tugged upwards as she danced, the girl gracefully finishing her routine. As she turned, she spotted another, a small smirk gracing her lips. “Like what you see?” She asked, tugging her earphones out.
"I've seen better." Ophelia replied with a slight smile. "Not that you are bad;Â after all, practice makes perfect and all those other people have been practicing for what feels like ages now," she explained. "I think you've still got a better routine."
“Am I the only one not concerned about our new neighbors?” Arya asked cheerfully from her spot at the counter while waiting for her order of coffee and bagels. “I always thought demons would be weird and all red with horns, but I have yet to run into one of those.”
"Everyone knows that you can only find those deep in the underworld. Have you ever been? You seem like someone who'd enjoy the trip there." Ophelia smirked at the girl. There was really no denying how much she was enjoying what had happened, not so much because of the demons because she didn't care for them, but because of the ideas they gave her. "I'm sorry, that was probably rude, it's just that..." she looked at the other curiously, trying to remember what she had eavesdropped when she still couldn't take a physical form. "You are a vampire, right?"
sullypierre:
Sullivan frantically searched around to find a writing utencil and some sort of paper, opening every drawer and cabinet he came upon. After a couple minutes of digging around in a rush, he resorted to grabbing a stack of neon pink sticky notes and a black pen, testing the pen out to ake sure it worked before he burst back into the room he kept the radio in. He set the two items down next to the radio, biting down on his bottom lip nervously before he spoke. “Can you write? Tell me what’s going on, why you’re here?” He asked, completely unsure whether or not this would work. He really hoped it did, but was also terrified of a ghost writing things on his sticky notes.
Ophelia glanced down at the pen, she didn’t know if it would work but really wouldn’t lose anything by trying, right? She picked it up, doing it was odd to her as she had not had to write anything in two years. Her hand held the pen firmly and she sloppily and slowly wrote a yes. An amused smile appeared on her features, why had she taken that long to figure that out? She wasn’t sure how to answer his next question... why was she really here? It took her a while to find the will to write again and when she did all she wrote down was a name. Gabe.
weregabe:
This isn’t real. This can’t be real. Those were the words which he kept repeating in mind over and over again as he looked the girl before him. He was almost certain he was losing his mind. Maybe forcing himself to ignore the part of him which still missed her was finally getting to him now. Was he hallucinating? Was this a nightmare? What was happening? And then he felt a sharp slap across his face, and he stumbled back a little in pain and shock, and it was then that he realized what it mean to have some sense slapped into someone. “That feels real.” he mumbled in such a low voice, he was sure she couldn’t even hear him. It made no sense that she was here but he had heard tales about ghosts which interacted with the living and souls which had returned from the dead far too often to doubt for too long about how real she was.All colour drained from his face when she accused him plainly of killing her. He wanted to explain to her, tell her that it was an accident, he hadn’t meant to hurt her, he had loved her and he would never have purposely done anything to cause her pain but he couldn’t form words to express all what he felt. Because in the end, he could give a million excuses but she had lost her life and he still had his and it was all his fault. If only he had been more careful that day, if he had not pushed her past his limits, maybe now, she wouldn’t be a ghostly form staring at him with pure loathing. “Yes, yes - I did.” he said, choking on his own words. A part of him even felt relieved to admit it out loud, it had been a secret which he had buried deep inside him and never said a word of to anyone. “Lia, I am so sorry.”Â
“You know what else felt real? Dying.” Her words were piercing and short, nothing else could explain what it felt to slip away into nothingness. Ophelia’s sense of time slowly faded away, she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on to that material form, but she didn’t care either. “I asked you to stop and you didn’t. I asked you, Gabriel. I asked you multiple times.” Those angry tears still rolled down her cheek, him finally accepting what he had done wasn’t going to do anything for her until the rest knew the truth. She knew would not be able to forgive him and be finally at peace until some justice was done. Taking one step closer to him she could feel her body radiate that extreme cold that was always so attributed with ghosts. Ophelia knew she couldn’t harm him, but she could warn him. “You thought you would be able to keep it a secret forever, didn’t you? That I would just become a sad memory, but I promise you I will show you what it feels like to feel like nothing, to be nothing. This isn’t over.”
theodorekenyon:
Surely, the girl wasn’t just a regular human, or he would’ve seen her before. He just couldn’t quite figure what she was, although a few ideas were forming in his head. “Ophelia, I’m Theo.” He replied, holding out a hand to shake. “How long’s it been since you left? I’ve been here a few years and still feels the same to me.”
“What a pleasure, Theo...” Her gaze lingered on his hand longer than intended before clearing her throat and shaking his hand quickly. “A couple of years, feels like an eternity though, hence why I’m a bit startled.” She wasn’t sure if she was digging herself a bigger grave. This marked her first proper human interaction since she had died and it was clear she had forgotten almost about socializing. “Oh yeah? Where did you come from?”Â