#mtprospect:starter

[aaronharmxn-blog]

OPEN: 

"Are you ever coming back?”

His brother’s voice was soft, and Aaron sighed at the defeat in Cole’s voice but before he could answer he heard a scream from outside. Rushing to the window, his eyes widened at the sight of a creature he’d never laid eyes on before down on the street. “Shit.” he whispered, before he realised what was happening, he would have to go after that... the likelihood of surviving though.. 

“Cole. Listen to me. Tell Dad I love him, I love you both okay? I’m sorry I was never there, after Ken and Mom... and... --” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m just sorry.” he hung up before his brother could protest and tossed his phone on the bed. Grabbing every piece of weaponry he could carry he fled his apartment before he could think twice and was downstairs and heading towards the creature. 

He was momentarily distracted by the familiar face, “Move! Get out now!” he yelled, aiming his gun in the pale mans’ direction and firing. 

[rizaxsarai]

OPEN: 

She’d been out for some fresh air, a walk, trying to clear her mind when it began, the screams, the agonised yells of torture as someones’ life was taken for the sake of their research. She stopped in her tracks, dropping her bag, her phone to the floor as her head turned left, right, left again as she tried to see where it was coming from, who was doing this to her. Who knew? She was about to turn back to her right, still positive someone was playing a trick on her, when she saw the sight of a small child, one that was all too familiar. “oh my... it can’t be you’re--” 

“Dead?”

She knew where she recognised him from, he was one of the ones who died during the search to create the Philosopher’s Stone. She had protested his death, but given the boys’ parents were already gone for the cause, what else could be done with him? She’d never forgotten his face. The child’s voice was wise beyond it’s years, eyes wide and soulful as he stared at Riza, who dropped to her knees. “This isn’t real.” she whispered, as she clutched her head and tried to bring herself back to reality. “This isn’t real, you’re not really here. You’re not.” 

[alianastjohn]

Not Quite a Poltergeist

She never imagined the after life. Growing up amongst a coven of witches meant there was no reason to. Like so many that came before her, when she died she’d be consecrated to the ground and her spirit would strengthen the coven’s collective powers. It was all very standard and Aliana never pictured anything else. Sure, it wasn’t fluffy clouds and halos but if death meant she’d be reunited with her loved ones, she’d welcome it. However, since experiencing death her opinion on the afterlife had changed drastically. Aliana stood in the lobby of her apartment building, her anger radiating off of her as she ran at full speed out of the door. She was yanked back inside moments later and the lights began to flicker more fervently. The chandelier on the ceiling swung frantically from side to side and the vast temperature change was making the tenants crave their winter jackets as they entered the building. Needless to say, her anger was starting to get the better of her. She was about to make another run for it when she saw a familiar face enter the building. “What do you want?” she asked her voice more venomous than she intended. She exhaled deeply, in a effort to alleviate her anger. “Can you get out the way? It’s hard to make a break for it with you blocking the exit.” 

[lafemmecarmen]

It had been a while since she’d done this but to Carmen it was just like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it. So here she was, crouched down in the alleyway behind Hexbound determined to get in thru the back door. The place was pretty much abandoned since Mercedes died save for the occasional mourner. The shop had become her unofficial shrine and while Carmen respected that, she couldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t sit around twiddling her thumbs waiting for something crazy to appear in the sky again or wait for some town official to give her and everyone else some lame platitude about how everything was going to be fine. She needed answers and what better place to get them than a place with a ton of supernatural books and resources? When she finally heard the click of the lock on door she smiled, proud that she could still break into something with ease. She’d barely cracked the door open when she heard a noise. Clearly she wasn’t the only one in the alleyway. “You’re either nosey civilian or a really sorry excuse for a cop.” she said rising to her feet. Carmen turned around, hand still on the doorknob, “Either way, I suggest you steer clear of me.” 

[yaelshafirs]

         The fallen angel sat tall, back perfectly straight, eyes gazing forward. The only thing distrupting her stoic and immaculate, statue-like posture was the slight shaking of her knee. "She spit in it,” Yael warns suddenly, leaning shortly towards the person to her left, gaze drifting from the cup that had been left on the counter to the other, expectantly. “—- I watched her.” she adds, pressing her lips together and hides a deep frown by placing her hand over the gesture of disgust.

[vincentarakawa-blog]

After about a week of witnessing his sister pass through his form without taking any notice of him, Vincent accepted that this was his new reality. And concluding that he was a ghost seemed nonsensical but it was some reality to cling to. So for the following week, he stayed in the house (which seemed the only real option because as soon as he passed his car, he popped back into his room) reading through some books Kassandra had and practicing his ‘powers’. All he has really managed was making himself visible for an extensive period of time, and being able to move an object from one side of a table to another. At least now he’d be able to communicate, only problem was Kassandra wasn’t home now that he was ready. 

So, Vincent resorted to sitting outside of his step. As he noticed someone walking by outside, he popped up (which also meant popping out of thin air to the approacher). “Hey! Sorry to startle you, but have you seen my sister?” He began biting his lip for a second. It had been so long since he had talked to someone (apparently over two months) so he was a little rusty. “She’s got blonde hair with a pink streak in it, she’s about this tall...”

[isidora-ramos]

Isidora’s head felt like it was about to explode. She could hear and smell and see everything. Every high pitch noise, every pungent smell, every sharp detail. Everything. Even the dark shadows that passed by the corner of her eyes. Ever since she woke up, she wasn’t the same. Either the sickness did something to her or dying and being resurrected did. Her head was scrambled. Her wolf powers were out of control again. It was like she was back to square one, unable to control her shifting and blacking out. Oliver was hardly around anymore. She only approached the Night Howlers once or twice within the last month. She couldn’t take it. She wanted to scream and cry and die all at the same time. She wanted this torture to end. Isidora put her hands to her head, covering her ears, and shutting her eyes tightly in an attempt to block out the world. 

When someone tapped her on her shoulder, Isidora jumped and turned to see who it was. “What do you want?” she growled. 

[littleorphanabbie-blog]

|| open

        It took a special kind of total prick to steal from an orphanage. That hadn’t stopped someone from busting out a window to the den the week before, trying to get in. Whoever it was had bailed once one of the kids had started screaming their head off like a built-in home defense system, but things had been tense since then. Abbie knew that Adam wouldn’t be gone long, but she still hated that she was alone with the kids - more that she was alone completely, as they had all gone to sleep. She was as twitchy as a sentry on guard. She tried to sit down and watch something. She only ended up getting up a few moments later to pace the floor and check the doors, and then gone on to rinse and repeat. Sit down, stare at nothing, get up, check, sit down again, check again. She was on her umpteenth attempt at sitting when she heard it distinctly; an indistinct shuffling on the front porch. Footsteps. The same person form before, maybe. Abbie wasn’t going to wait for a smashed window to find out.         She ran for the door, clawed open the locks, and yanked it open. Before whoever had the chance to do or say anything, she swung her foot. She pictured it like a game winning goal, a leap over the last hurdle on her quickest lap at a meet - fast and hard and with everything to prove. The hardest kick a district soccer champ and near record-setting runner could muster. Ouch. It was only after the fact that realized they weren’t necessarily a threat. Still, she didn’t seem keen on backing off very far. “You’ve got like, five seconds to tell me what you want before I kick your ass and call the cops.” She wasn’t exactly the definition of imposing at five foot four and just over one hundred pounds, but she looked more than prepared to make good on her threat.