Anthony Walker

[eternalhousewife]

We can just… go about this like it didn’t happen. I saw nothing.

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony felt the prickling sensation of being watched at the back of his neck and he looked away from the steady stream of water that the tap was spewing out and over to the doorway behind him. A woman. Ghost he thought because he was fairly certain he’d seen her flicker in and out of being visible at some point in the past.

She seemed wary of him and the thought amused him, excited him even.

“We can just ...go about this like it didn’t happen. I saw nothing” , she said and Anthony should reassure her but the prospect of messing with her just a little bit was too much to resist.

“Now now, doll,” he said, with a twang to his voice that he didn’t usually have. He turned of the tap and and shook his hands in a futile attempt to dry them. The movement sent orange-y red droplets splashing against the wall behind the sink. The blood he had been trying to wash from his hands was mostly gone from his palms and fingers but still smearded over his wrists and forearms and his fingernails were tipped with red half moons. 

“Unless you’ve got some sort of visual imparement going on I think we both can agree you saw a little more than nothing. 

[lily-banks]

Lilly furrowed her brows as he spoke. “I umm… I was kind of the same,” she admitted, a little bit awkward. Telling people how she died was never as easy for her as it seemed to be for him. But it wasn’t because it was difficult – she was used to it by now – she just never liked how unpleasant it was. “Yeah, the monster in the basement… Thaddeus? Well, I was dared to go into the house, and when I decided to explore the basement…” She paused for a moment. “Long story short, Thaddeus found me and decided I’d make a nice meal… or maybe a snack,” she laughed a little, unsure about why she was even trying to make a joke out of her death. 

When he offer her a seat, Lily nodded her head and walked over to the man, sitting down beside him. She leaned her back against the wall and stretched her legs out, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. “I’m Lily, by the way,” she introduced herself finally, holding out her hand for him to shake.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony nodded as she spoke, curious to hear the details of how she’d died. Turned out there were quite a few similarities between how they’d gone down and what had become of their remains.

“Old Thaddeus huh. Yeah, I know who that is. See him around the basement sometimes. Hear him too. Noisy fellow.”

He watched her as she came to sit beside him, stretching her legs out in front of herself. He smiled faintly and adopted a more relaxed pose as well. 

“Turned us both into nice little lunch boxes, didn’t they,” he asked rhetorically and raised his empty hand in a mock toast. Then he lowered it and got a more serious look on his face. “Jokes aside, though, sorry that you died.”

He held his hand out and took hers.

“Anthony. Or Tony, if you want to save syllables.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony & Ariel

[ariel-bradford]

Ariel kept a smirk on her face the entire time Anthony spoke. Despite the fact the he was trying to act like he wasn’t bothered, she was pretty sure she was still getting to him, which was good enough for her. “I doesn’t matter if I think I do, or not,” she replied, tilting her head slightly to the side. “The only thing that matters is that I keep talking to Ricky, and keep myself in the back of your mind.” When he mentioned that he didn’t know what her name was, Ariel held out her hand. “My name’s Ariel,” she introduced herself, almost as if nothing had happened yet.

[slicemenicewalker]

“Again, don’t flatter yourself when speculating how important you are to me. Talking to Ricky is hardly a surefire was to stay on my mind.” 

The ghost looked her up and down, wondering what the hell her deal was and why she was actively trying to piss him off.

Then she held out her hand and revealed her name, and Anthony couldn’t help the smile that slowly creeped across his face. He knew that name, heard it from Ricky no less. 

“So you’re Ariel? Huh that actually makes sense.” He held out his own hand and shook hers briefly, “Very unpleasant to meet you, Ariel.”

[strxngemagic]

Perking a brow at his aggressive response, the witch rested her head against the door frame. “Clearly,” she echoed, though was more so interested in what he was going to do next. From what she was picking up, he looked as though he was finished with whatever fit he was throwing – though when he chucked the glass of juice across the room, the raven haired spirit flinched.

“Victoria,” she spoke suddenly, as if to draw attention away from the mess he was proceeding to make. “And you are…?” She inquired half heartedly, boosting herself off of the door frame and taking a few steps into the room – all the while avoiding the destruction to the best of her ability.

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony looked up at her and nodded as she introduced herself. He hadn’t heard the name before and so he couldn’t connect her with a story of her death and demise. 

He did note that she didn’t seem overly frightened of him, though, and sure he was a ghost but that hadn’t been an issue before. He must be off his game today. Or she was confident enough that she could handle whatever he decided to dish out.

“I’m Anthony,” he answered her question, rubbing his palms on his thighs. A little bit of the anger was seeping out of him and left him with just a sullen grumpiness. He fell silent for another couple of seconds before talking again.

“Sorry if I hit you with any glass shards.”

[blessedwithawildermind]

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Following his gaze to his hand, Nastassia tensed slightly, shaking her head. “Still, you should at least get some ice on that, and maybe have it wrapped.” She said softly, uncertainly, as she was unsure how to deal with someone packed with anger. “Will you let me help you?” She asked, swallowing as her gaze went over the mess around him.

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony looked at the girl as she offered to help him, something almost pitying in his gaze. It took a certain kind of person to offer to help someone who’d just violently attacked furnitre and those certain someones always seemed to get themselves into trouble because of their kindness. It wouldn’t do them any favors being that naive and trusting. Anthony might have to scare her straight. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that.

“Sure,” he said, flexing his fingers a little and wincing. “Ice and having it wrapped sounds awesome.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony & Ariel

[ariel-bradford]

“It doesn’t mean you don’t think you have some sort of ownership over him,” Ariel replied, smirking faintly as she looked at him. “I can see it on your face… You hate that fact that other people talk to him.” 

As the ghost came closer to her, Ariel just watched him, only narrowing her eyes slightly when he started speaking again. “Is that some sort of threat?” She asked. “Because you do realized that, if you kill me, you’ll have to put up with me stealing away Ricky’s attention forever… Do you really want that?”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony opened his mouth to protest - and most likey insult her - but before he could say something he caught himself. She was baiting him. She wanted him to snap. Anthony was better than that. 

“What is this, a psych evaluation? Freuding it up on your spare time? If so, find someone else to be your victim. I’m not interested.” 

He backed up a couple of steps, then regarded her with a raised eyebrow.

“You have high opinions of how interesting you are. I’ve only talked to you for a few minutes and I’m already fed up with you. You think you’ve got what it takes to capture someone’s attention forever?” Anthony scoffed. “Go home and play with your Barbies.... whatever the hell your name is.”

[wxywordsoul]

Greg stared at Anthony as if he had grown another head. He had always the man’s screws were a little loose–what with his strange obsession with Ricky, it always left him being on edge around the other ghost. “You know, it looks better without it.” It was hard for him, but he didn’t want to start an argument. 

Eyebrows perking up as the man turned around, Greg shrugged. “Well my room is up here. Not everyone can live in the basement where the bottom feeders dwell.” 

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony pursed his lips to prevent the stream of very unflattering insults from spilling out. Instead he opted for the less verbal communication in the form of a raised middlefinger in Greg’s direction. 

“So glad you approve, Gregory,” he sneared as if the name itself was an insult. Anthony had been called far worse than a bottom feeder but coming from Greg the word suddenly sounded much more insulting. In less than the blink of an eye, Anthony was standing inches away from the other man.

“You always were an ungrateful son of a bitch,” he said, voice so low it was almost a growl, “He chose you. He made you what you are.”

[lily-banks]

“Well, I suppose we’re one in the same, aren’t we?” Lily questioned, managing a small smile. “I mean, all of us were once… breathers, as you called them. And at one point, we were all probably annoying to at least some of the ghosts.” 

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony nodded, contemplating what she’d just said.

“I suppose you’re right. I still remember what it was like being young and in school. A fucking nightmare. No wonder they cause so much drama. I’m not sure how much of an annoyance I was... when I was living, that is. It was basically just in, get clobbered over the head, cut into nice little meal-sized bites and then I was gone. The screaming might have annoyed a ghost or two.”

He shook his head and glanced up at her with a small smile of his own, as if he was sharing a fond memory rather than the gruesome story of his death. After a moment’s hesitation, he patted the spot next to himself. 

“Come on. If we’re gonna keep talking you might as well sit. The whole hanging around in the doorway is very ghostly and all but save the performance for when you have a living audience.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Garden of Skin || Anthony and Ricky

[richardsikes]

Ricky let out a laugh, head tilted to the side. “No, just stating the facts,” he commented, noting the tremble in Anthony’s voice. It was common, his friend’s voice wavering just slightly before the cannibal led him to another fate. Ricky assumed it was of excitement; after all, the two had been doing this for decades. He didn’t know if Anthony felt fear of him anymore.

The cannibal waited until his friend was half way down the stairs until he descended as well, glancing around the dim basement. Too dark. He wouldn’t be able to see his work. Ricky walked to the center of the room, his arm extending up to the light and pulling on a metal string. The bulb came on, its lights flickering and creating an ominous effect in an already ominous room.

“Alright,” he started talking to Anthony, striding over to a table pushed against the wall. Ricky picked up the nail gun, one hand running over a string of nails laying on the wooden table slowly. “I was thinking that we could do Jesus wounds to begin with,” the cannibal drawled, picking up the beginning of the nails. Loading them into the gun, he glanced over to Anthony, adding, “if that’s okay,” his tone dripping with sarcasm. 

[slicemenicewalker]

The darkness of the basement wrapped itself around him like a blanket, comforting and suffocating at the same time. His breathing grew more and more shallow with each step and adrenaline surged through his veins, making him hyperaware of everything in his surroundings. He wasn’t sure what use ghosts really had for breathing or flight-or-fight responses since there wasn’t much that threatened their survival (what with already being dead and all) but Anthony was incredibly glad his body stuck to old habits. It made all of this so much better.

He knew the basement by heart but in the complete darkness there was still an element of not quite knowing. He heard Ricky move past him. Wondered if he’d get a warning before they started. That wasn’t always the case.

The was a soft click and the room was lit up by the one dangling lightbulb in the middle of it. Ricky was standing underneath it and the shadows made the angles of his face sharper and his eyes looked pitch black and hellish. Anthony lost the ability to breathe for a moment and just stared at him, heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He nodded at the suggestion from the other ghost.

“You want to nail me against the wall or the table?” he asked, for once not intending the double meaning behind the words. He watched closely as Ricky loaded the gun with nails. 

Anthony’s back wasn’t physically pressed against the wall even though it felt like it and there were no physical restraints keeping him where he was. Despite this, Anthony wasn’t sure he could have moved even if he wanted to. The excitement and fear battled furiously inside him and all he could do was watch the complete calmness of his killer. 

[slicemenicewalker]

Attempted Boardnapping|| Anthony and Peter

[peter-franzoni-blog]

After having his skateboard confiscated for using it around the college campus, Peter had left his beloved at home while he spent his time at school. The day had been a long one and as he stepped back into the house, he needed to revive his stomach before he could do anything else.

Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and a carton of Orange Juice from his backpack, because he knew people liked to spit into the shared one, he moved towards the stairs. Opening the carton of orange juice, he took a gulp of it as he mindlessly wanted to his room, thinking about whether he should do his homework first or go for a skate first. The decision was hard, but it was one he would have to make. One he had to make every day.

But as he reached his door, he noticed it was slightly open and assumed his roommates were in. Stepping into the room with another swig of his orange juice, he paused, “Uh- Ya a’right ‘here?” He muttered as he watched a man who definitely wasn’t his roommates spinning to wheel on his skateboard. “Ya lost or summin’…?”

[slicemenicewalker]

The ghost pondered whether or not he could clear out the basement enough for the day to make a decent space for learning how to skate. He’d arrange it back to normal afterwards of course and if Ricky needed the basement he’d stop right away. If he happened to disturb any of the other ghosts down there, well fuck them! Most of them were cranky, unpleasant assholes anyway. Disturbing them could be viewed as payback for all the times their damn moaning and howling had driven him nuts in the past few decades. Yes, the basement plan was a good one.

Before the plan could be set in motion, however, there was a voice from behind and Anthony realized his mistake in not making himself invisible. Grimacing in annoyance he took one last look at the skateboard before turning towards the new arrival. He plastered an apologetic -and entirely fake - look on his face and reached up to scratch the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.

“Yeahhh... sorry. This is your room, isn’t it? I came over to visit my cousin but she wasn’t home and then I was trying to find my way out.... This really is a huge house! I saw your door open and I thought I’d use the window to orient myself. I’m so sorry.” The ghost held up his hands in front of himself, as if praying, and gave the other guy a shy smile. Say what you want about Anthony but he had the innocent act down pat. There was a reason he often acted as bait in his and Ricky’s games. “And sorry for touching your board. It’s... it’s a nice one.”

He turned back to look at it and then started a little as if only just remembering something. He took a step towards the guy, holding his hand out and giving the other a friendly smile.

“I’m Tony, by the way.”

[lily-banks]

“No…” Lily shook her head. “This is just where I like to come to get away from all the noise and people.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony snorted out a quick laugh.

“I can see the appeal of that. This place can get a little too crowded sometimes, if you ask me. Don’t know who’re worse, us or the breathers.”

[strxngemagic]

Leaning against the frame of the door, Ria watched with a half lidded gaze as the ghost proceeded to destroy nearly everything in his path. Though as he slowed, and eventually came to a stop, the witch cocked her head to the side. “You know, had you done that invisibly with a living audience, they’d probably make a movie about you. Maybe another installment to the Paranormal Activity series.”

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony rubbed his knuckles, inspecting the bruises blooming there, before turning to the other ghost as she spoke. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he muttered, voice sounding strained.  “Nightvision shots and some fucking popcorn was clearly what was missing from this scenario.”

He walked over to the bedside table, picked up the empty glass standing there. He peeked inside at the remains of what looked to be orange juice before tightening his grip around it and flinging it across the room. It hit the wall in a spectacular explosion of a million little shards of glass. The destruction was almost beautiful. 

“Who are you anyway?” he asked bluntly when he it appeared his little audience wasn’t planning on going anywhere and flopped down onto the edge of the bed.

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony & Ariel

[ariel-bradford]

  Ariel watched Anthony closely as he spoke, a small smirk on her lips the entire time. It was amusing to see him getting worked up over what she was saying, given that she wasn’t even all that serious about most of it. However, when he called her fragile, the girl rose a brow, nodding her head slowly. “Are you trying to scare me away from Ricky, or something?” She asked. “Because it really seems like you’re awfully jealous about having to… share? him.” She wasn’t sure if share was the right word for it, but it was the only one she could think of.

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony scoffed, his lips twisting into a cruel and humorless smile. She wasn’t entirely wrong. Anthony hated sharing Ricky’s attention with others and there were already plenty of other he had to put up with, without adding this girl to the mix. The ghost wanted Anthony’s attention for himself, but just because he could admit it to himself didn’t mean he was going to tell Wednesday Addams about it. 

“Sharing would imply I had any sort of ownership of him,” he said instead, standing up from where he’d been sitting. 

“And as for scaring you away...” he continued, stepping closer to her head lowering in a predatory manner, “Let’s just say that if I ever tell you to fuck off, you’d be smart to listen.” 

[lily-banks]

“You’re sort of um… in my spot,” Lily said quietly, looking at the man. 

[slicemenicewalker]

Anthony looked around. It was true that this wasn’t a spot he usually occupied. He preferred sticking to the basement in hopes of finding Ricky there or the living room where he could watch TV. 

“This is where you bit the dust?” he asked casually, as if he hadn’t just asked if he was sitting in the spot of a murder.

[slicemenicewalker]

Attempted Boardnapping|| Anthony and Peter

Anthony had already taken two steps past the open door when he stopped and did an almost cartoonish double-take before walking the two steps backwards he needed to end up at the doorway again. He peeked inside the room to make sure it was empty. 

When there seemed to be no one in there, Anthony stepped inside and headed straight over to the object which had caught his attention. A skateboard. They had been around even when Anthony was alive but the ghost had never gotten the chance to try riding one, neither before nor after he bit the dust. He’d seen a few of them around the house and he’d always been intrigued by them. Unfortunately, the owners rarely seemed to part from them for very long so Anthony hadn’t had a chance to steal one yet. 

But this one, this one was just lying there, his for the taking. He reached out, dragged his finger along the rough glass fiber surface before flicking one of the wheels in motion with the same finger.

[lily-banks]

Umm… hello.

[slicemenicewalker]

“Umm hello to yourself?”

[wxywordsoul]

Eyebrows raising, Greg looked at the man as he spoke. While he had never really gotten along with the man, the ghost felt the need to push through the conversation. “Do you did because people on the television do it? You must be getting bored.”

[slicemenicewalker]

The calm appearance of the other ghost provoked Anthony. Of course, Anthony always managed to find something about Greg that provoked him and had begun to suspect it had less to do with the man himself and more to do with the relationship he and Anthony shared.  “No, I did it because I’m angry and it was either that or the head of one of the pretty little co-eds. I thought this was the option that’d give me less shit.”

He turned around staring the other ghost down, like he was hoping the other man would give him a real reason to go at him. 

“What are you doing, skulking about up here anyway?”