ourinai
lycaues
mydistantvoice
So far, Judah's day had been incredibly exhausting--and it was barely past noon. How troubling. While minding his own ghostly business inside of a doughnut shop (he enjoyed to just sit, and watch people go about their day), he seemed to attract the unfortunate attention of a medium. Now, he didn't have anything against people like the female who decided to start chatting it up with him as if she knew everything going on in his life--okay, maybe a little. It was just incredibly annoying, because, surprise--she, and most others, knew nothing of his time living. Yes, they could communicate with him, but they tried much too hard. Everything was such a tragedy (Judah, baby, you died a tragic death). And, at the end, they always tried to make him 'cross over' saying things like "You need to be free! Be free from your burdens!" To which he would stare blankly before giving a small "Excuse me" and retreating from the scene. Honestly, it was embarrassing, even if others couldn't see him. So, now, he was incredibly flustered--though, on the bright side it was a little past most worker's lunch breaks and it was a weekday so there weren't many idle body roaming around the park. So, Judah gave a small sigh, staring up at the sky as he kicked his legs back and forth on the bench he occupied. "--...."