#paravenkman

[scientificxmethod]

@paravenkman continued from X

“Most people only work forty hours a week, and you like your job, therefore, you have an obsession, and you’re a nerd. And what’s worse, you look more like a garbage collector than a scientist. It’s a disgrace to honest garbage men all over the world.” He wasn’t going to counter the argument that he was a bully. He was, or close enough to it, anyway.

“I’m not obsessed!” She bristled, glaring at Martin Heiss. “I’m dedicated, there’s a difference. Unlike you, who spent most of his life being wrong about the existence of ghosts.” 

[worldofthepsychic-blog]

“Call it fate, call it luck, call it karma, I believe everything happens for a reason.“

[worldofthepsychic-blog]

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[heartoftheteam-a]

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy? ☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often? -paravenkman

What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

Ray’s smile is like sunshine; warm, bright and seems to have the ability to light up the room. Though capable of being serious, Ray smiles a lot. He tends to really show his emotions and, due to his excitement, optimism and over all happiness with his work and being around his friends, he’s usually smiling. :) 

What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy? 

His cursive writing is pretty loopy and almost bubbly, which can make it hard to read at times. His print is a lot neater, though still retains that sort of bubbliness. 

[katherine-rente]

Just visiting

(Starter for @paravenkman)

Katherine had just gotten to New York following a lead about a shape changing entity in the area. Though the hunt was obviously going to be harder than she thought in such a big city. Especially with a toddler at her side. Though she didn’t let this get her down. She had to find more like her.

She stopped by one of the places the creature had supposedly been seen. She walked around the building, coming to an unused room. She peaked inside. There were a few decorations and some covered furniture along the walls, but otherwise the room was practically empty. “Now Felicity, don’t touch anything.” She spoke to the child that had just let go of her hand.

As the two explored the room, a sudden crash came from a far corner. “Felicity. What did I tell-” Her sentence was cut short when she saw a ghastly figure. Not a shapeshifter, but a ghost.

Felicity screamed as she was picked up by it and that’s when Katherine shook off the surprise. “Hey! Jerk! Leave my sister alone!” The last word was distorted by a roar-like sound as she started to change. Fur began to cover her form and she grew only slightly taller, becoming more animalistic but still humanoid. Though this, of course, did nothing to scare off the ghost, who only laughed at the woman’s attempts.

[cataclysmiicx]

through the looking glass

[ @paravenkman | @makethembelieve | @endofeverythingabby | @iknownewyork | @emphasiscntheboo | @spectriis ]

The trio moved across the street towards the firehouse as quickly as they could manage. Which, unfortunately, wasn’t very fast at all. Rowan did his best to walk on his own, but his legs felt like liquid led, and every other step felt as if someone was repeatedly trying to set him on fire. He gripped Abigail’s shoulder as tightly as he dared, half limping, half hopping along at her side, and was desperately grateful that neither of his companions made comment. The blood on his shirt was warm, the rain, less so. Thunder like cannon fire filled the sky above them, and with the violence of the storm thrashing around them, it was little wonder that it took a few minutes for whoever was inside the firehouse to hear the group knocking on their front door.

At last, the door swung open and... He was never really prepared for the shock of seeing them all together. Alive and well, staring at the strangers on their doorstep for all the world as if they’d seen a ghost... Well. It wasn’t every day your doppleganger dropped through a hole in the time space continuum to say hello. Shock was something he’d gotten used to, after the first few times. By the third or fourth universe, other people being confused or surprised to see him was as inconsequential as the weather.

He struggled to disentangle himself from Abigail’s grip, swaying slightly, and wincing as he did. He pressed a hand to his side, acutely aware that he was dripping blood onto the stoop. His pale eyes ranged over the faces clustered in the doorway, and found... Abigail’s.

“She’s coming,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. He winced, dizzy, and raced through his thoughts, trying to make sense of the warning as he struggled to give it. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be blunt, but you’re all in terrible danger. And if you don’t listen to us now... you’re all going to die.”

(next up: @shesascientist )

[cataclysmiicx]

flip side || venkman & rowan

( @paravenkman )

Rowan knelt on the carpeting outside of room 2206 in the Shandor building, and did his best to tell himself that he did not, in fact, look like a crazy person. He had been very careful to dress himself as a member of the hotel’s staff, even going so far as to ‘borrow’ some of the house electrician’s tools and cart. It wasn’t as if the man would mind, locked in his office as he was. And Rowan could always return his things to him once he was finished here.

Carefully, Rowan slit a long tear into the edge of the carpeting beside the door of 2206 with a box cutter, revealing the floorboards. This room in particular, he was sure, was the one that had been so intensely radiating paranormal activity, which meant it was the most connected to the ley lines of this universe. It made sense, with the hotel’s history; somehow, the designer had found a way to harness or refract the line’s energies into a sort of physical prism. Which meant the whole building was one great big bullseye.

He was just pulling the device Holtzmann had given him out of his pack, trying to see how best to make it blend into the decor of the hallway, when the elevator doors slid open and a man about Rowan’s age stepped out. Rowan saw the man glance at the machine in his hands, and found himself wishing Holtzmann would, just for once, design something that looked a little less conspicuously like a bomb.

“Uhh... Hi?”

[lunariis-blog1]

@paravenkman continued from here

“Yeah, thanks but no thanks, buddy. Drugs and my genetics mesh together about as well as oil and water. Besides, I’m not Egon. I’ll sleep eventually. Eventually.” Peter nodded to himself. Yes. He just had to ride it out, and things would be okay again.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, but nodded all the same. In cases like these, the patients had to want the help. It wasn’t like a bullet wound or a bruise.

“If you say so,” Cal smiled. “Still, if eventually takes too long to come calling, you know where to find me.” He studied Peter with open curiosity, cocking his head to one side, his dark eyes fixed on the man’s face. It was hard, so hard these days, to distinguish between the real feelings and animal instinct. Cal couldn’t help but to like the man, despite the fact that they’d barely spoken two words to one another, which he had to attribute to his wolfish side... one of those doggish attractions, where an animal either liked you or didn’t on sight. He felt an overwhelming urge to say something intelligent, to linger in this presence just a while longer. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had actually talked to a person.

“Is it nightmares? The... thing that keeps you up at night. I don’t suppose you’d want a pill, if that were the case... I’d rather be awake than stuck in a bad dream.”