don't be scared

Cas Grace. Eternally 19. They keep telling me I'm a monster...

[prettylittlemcnster]

“All I’m saying is, I think you need to be more careful. Especially around here.”

[elisia-nichols]

Elisia was in the living room, mostly minding her own business while she watched TV. She had managed to ignore the other girls in the room, two of whom seemed to apparently be picking on another girl– a girl she knew to be a ghost. However, she turned her attention to the three of them when she heard the spirit snap back at them. “At least she doesn’t look like an Oompa Loompa,” Elly muttered, quickly glancing bewteen the three of them, and giving the blonde a small smirk before turning her attention back to the TV.

[prettylittlemcnster]

Cas looked to the dark haired girl lounging on the couch, arm coming up to hold on to her other arm. She wasn’t entirely sure what an Oompa Loompa was, but it didn’t sound too nice. The other two (spray tanned to nearly death) girls snapped a look at Elisia. The tables were turning.

“Is that supposed to be a crack at us? Because your pasty ass could use some sun, too.” One of them voiced, the other letting out an encouraging laugh. The pale spirit was just about ready to get the hell out of there.

[bovalentine]

Bo had walked into the living room at, well, an interesting time. Hearing the girls’ taunts towards Cas, the sickly brunette tightened her grip on her oxygen tank handle, her expression hardening. She couldn’t help but relate to her friend - middle school years were tough on any preteen girl, but being sick? She might as well have had a bullseye on her back. But, over the years, she grew a thicker skin for other’s comments… But, it didn’t seem as if Cas had, her comeback being… well, the brunette couldn’t help but cringe as the white-haired ghost spoke.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?” Bo cut in before the sorority girl’s could speak, the wheels of her tank squeaked softly under the hardwood as she walked. She stopped beside Cas, letting her hand rest on her friend’s shoulder. “It’s not like she’s bothering you, or anything. If her not being burnt to a crisp is a problem for you two, you can leave,” the sickly girl snapped, narrowing her gaze at the two sorority girls.

[prettylittlemcnster]

The two girls had eyed Bo before she even spoke, which had Cas glancing over her shoulder to see who joined the trio. She was thankful to see it was a friend, instead of a third sorority bitch. That would have surely sent her ghosting back to the basement. But now? She held her head a little higher. Even when the two let out a drunken laugh at Bo’s retaliation, nearly tripping over one another as they began exiting the room.

“Right, well, we’re gonna go enjoy our perfect health!” One of them called back with a snicker. Can you say one too many beers?

Cas narrowed her gaze at the two, it was one thing to mock her for her peculiar appearance, but to mock her friend? Oh, she wouldn’t be forgetting their faces anytime soon. “...do you wanna go outside?” The pale spirit mumbled to her friend, keeping close to her side.

[finchlynoah]

Anya must have entered the kitchen at the wrong time. The girls looked to be having a minor cat fight without the claws. Coincidentally, the ghost had strayed into the room to grab a beer herself. “You don’t have to apologize. Heaven knows they won’t for being a pair of bitches.” She chimed into the conversation with a mock smile pointed to the intoxicated ladies. “Didn’t you get the memo? Albinos are fuckin’ beautiful.” Whether the girl with the white hair was one or not was a mystery; it must be a serious illness if she could almost pass. “So are people with darker skin tones. No one is made the same. If you want photoshopped, go pick up a magazine. Or better yet, move aside so I can get my damn drink.” Her hands were itching for a bottle of anything, as long as it contained alcohol.

[prettylittlemcnster]

It was a rare thing when someone would stick up for the pale spirit, in fact it almost always took her by surprise. Fuckin’ beautiful, she thought, nearly allowing a smile to hook onto her features. Watching the two girls give the both of them a dirty look, followed by annoyed scoffs, they began making their way out of the room. Clearly two against two was an unfair battle. Looking over to the girl who’d stuck up for her, Cas shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Uh... thanks,” her tone was quiet, body language shy. She never was the best at making friends. Especially in death.

[prettylittlemcnster]

'Jesus Christ girl, get some sun!' one of the sorority girls laughed, it was clear they’d both been drinking ---- and Cas was in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Ever heard of a tanning salon?” The other joined in. It was customary for the ghost to simply vanish and head back to the basement when things got like this, but right now it was a little off limits, or rather, crawling with dangerous spirits who were up to no good again. Not that there weren’t other places to go in the house, but she was tired of getting pushed out of every room she went into. Tired of being taunted and laughed at. Tired of people screaming, and calling her a monster. She wasn’t a monster.

Although she wasn’t the wittiest, she had to try to stick up for herself once in a while, didn’t she...? “----right, well I’m sorry for appearing so sickly, it couldn’t possibly be because I have unmanageable anemia, and it couldn’t possibly be because my treatments aren’t working.” She snapped back at them, her expression hard and unforgiving. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. She did have it... when she was alive, at least.

[prettylittlemcnster]

☢

send my muse a symbol // accepting

                             ( ☢: how would my muse fare in a zombie apocalypse? )

Being quite sickly herself, she wouldn’t make it too far. During her life, time was always ticking —- so it wouldn’t take long before she would become one of the undead, herself.

[prettylittlemcnster]

Cassandra Grace → appearance.

[cwizombie]

[prettylittlemcnster]

Olivia;;

“Oh, uhm…” Olivia stammered, cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment. She often spoke too quiet for her own good, a bad habit of the witch’s. “I just said, ‘hello’, that’s all. Cas, right?“ She knew her name from their previous encounter; the white blonde spirit was not hard to remember. The brunette offered a faint smile to the ghost, fingers twisting at her necklace. "You saved my friend’s bear.”

“Oh,” there was an equal amount of embarrassment on Cas’ end. For a ghost, she wasn’t too talented at picking up on vibes from those around her ----- whether someone was there or not, it’d always be a mystery to her. “-----yeah, and uh, Olivia, was it?” Now names, she was good at. But still, she feigned uncertainty... just in case. Lips pulling into a subtle smile, Cas nodded in remembrance.

[prettylittlemcnster]

        Well, she wasn’t paying attention ----- that was for damn sure. But when she heard a voice from behind her, Cas hesitantly turned around to face them. Were they even talking to her? “Huh?”

[imperialblack]

[prettylittlemcnster]

( @rhett--fischer )

Halloween had really been the only time Cas felt as though she was able to blend in with the world. No one judged her for the lack of pigment in her skin, the dull white tone of her hair, the overall dead girl look. And while it wasn’t ideal that everyone thought she’d made herself up for Halloween, it was a relief not to be stared at like she was from another planet. With that in mind, the girl still timidly made her way through the gate, and out onto the walkway past the property line. She didn’t particularly have any plans; it wasn’t like she had family she could visit. Or friends somewhere in the world. But she wasn’t about to let that fact keep her from leaving for a while.

[teenburn0ut-inactive]

Kevin stood still for a moment watching the strange girl. He inched forward casually holding his arms out, wondering how he could even help the girl. “Is it flu season already?” He joked, though as soon as he said it he regretted it. 

[prettylittlemcnster]

Brows furrowing at his comment, Cas brought her hand up to run a hand through her hair. The smoke had finally settled out of her artificial set of lungs, and what her opposite had to say didn’t exactly sit right with her. Though how was he supposed to know anything about her life, or death for that matter? The flu was a serious thing -- when she was alive, at least. And it was just one more sickness that drove her to her death. “...I hope not.” the pale spirit replied after a beat, wishing more than anything she could just ghost back down to the basement. Alas, it had to still be clogged with smoke.

[ghostling]

[wonderlandsickness]

Okay, well… make sure you visit the kitchen and help yourself to the gummy bears in there when you do — ‘cause they sure as shit won’t be there when the kids get back.

[prettylittlemcnster]

Uh... thanks. I’ll have to remember that.

[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. 

[prettylittlemcnster]

“Since 1928...” Cas responded hesitantly as she began following him out of the room, not because she was unsure of her own death year but rather speaking the year seemed unnatural. It was something she could never forget, actually. But she wasn’t fond of talking of it, nor was she used to people inquiring. “...how about you?” She returned, arms coming up to cross over her frame casually as she continued along just off to the side of him.

[jacob-wykes-blog]

I’ve done some things I shouldn’t have in my life.

[prettylittlemcnster]

...you don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to.