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@kidnirvana starter for Tate!
Another day had passed for James March’s wandering spirit, and he was bored. Sitting in his overstuffed armchair in room 64 with a whiskey in hand, he was simply dying to see some excitement in his hotel. Perhaps the opportunity for a fresh kill would be on the horizon. Surely so! Gulping down the last of his whiskey, he rested his glass on the end table next to him. He would have to carefully consider his next kill, to come up with interesting ways to snuff out a person’s life force. Yes! That’s all he needed- a little brainstorming power! But he needed his accomplice, Ms. Evers. With a newfound vigor, James sprung to his feet, and flung the door to room 64 wide open.
But instead of an open hallway, a (unfortunately very alive) body stood in his way: a young man, probably still a high-schooler. Mildly irritated, James tried to stay focused on the task at hand.
❛ Sorry chap but I’m too busy for guests right now, if you’ll excuse-- ❜
James went to push past the boy. They locked eyes for a moment, which stopped James in his tracks. He felt something completely unlike anything he’d ever experienced as a ghost, like a bizarre sense of deja vu.
The boy looked exactly like him, only much younger of course, and blond. He’d seen enough of his own reflection to understand what he looked like, and this boy was a dead ringer of his own self. Needless to say, James was no longer concerned with finding Ms. Evers. Perhaps his next thrill was standing right in front of him.
❛ Pray tell, young man: Who exactly are you? ❜
