Trevor (H)

Trevor. Twenty-five. Ghost. Vanity is the healthiest thing in life.

[ofmercykillings]

“That’s optimistic of you,” he had a point. Though Isobel wasn’t so sure she’d be willing to trade her freedom away for eternal youth. Especially if it meant being trapped in a house filled with college students. “How long have you been here?”

[trev-collins]

“...Christ, what year is it?” Trevor had to pause for a moment to think. The years tended to just meld together and sometimes, he honestly forgot how long it had been since he died. “Sixteen years?” He answered finally. “Yeah, something like that.”

[brightlittle--evangaline]

Someone had started approaching and while she did her best to ignore the intruder, he seemed to continue to try and get her attention. As his voice broke the stillness,the birds chirped and quickly flew away. Scowl scrunching her eyebrows, Evangaline’s expression showed just how pissed off she was. “Looks like nothing now. Anybody ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” 

[trev-collins]

Trevor shrugged, nodding his head. “Probably my mom,” he replied, his gaze stuck on her art as he tried to decipher what she was drawing. “However, I’d like to think that I’m old enough to make my own decisions now.” He flashed the girl a small smirk. 

[ofmercykillings]

“I hope you’re not looking for pity,” she commented, passing the subtlest of smirks his way. Poor and unfortunate. A roll of her eyes had her looking the other way now, staring at the door. It was hard for Isobel to feel sorry for any of the spirits stuck in the house, then again she didn’t know half of their stories —- she could only assume it was their own faults for coming to a place labeled The Murder House. Hell, she even knew the risks of coming onto the property… which was probably why she preferred to wait outside, on the porch.

[trev-collins]

Trevor laughed a little, shaking his head. “No. I actually don’t mind being dead all that much. Never have to worry about getting old and wrinkly.” That was the reason he killed himself, after all-- to avoid ageing. “But hey, if you want to give me pity, I wouldn’t reject it,” he joked.

[ofmercykillings]

“You know, you ask a lot of questions.” Isobel perked her brows. While the conversation was passing the time, she didn’t want to get too into her situation with a complete stranger. “He’s not a boyfriend, not even a friend. Just someone I need to meet with.” Looking away from him, she glanced to the door. “Are you in the frat?” She decided to inquire, turn the tables around a bit, as she looked back to him again.

[trev-collins]

“What can I say? I’m a curious person.” Trev shrugged his shoulders. Even though he didn’t really care about people, he still liked to know about their lives-- he enjoyed the gossip that came with it sometimes. At her question, he laughed a little, shaking his head. “No, I am not a frat boy. Just one of the poor unfortunate souls trapped here forever.” He was neither poor nor unfortunate, but she didn’t need to know how, or why, he died. “Kind of like your not friend.”

[ofmercykillings]

“Lucky you,” Isobel sighed, moving to pull her phone out again. 9:06 PM. “I’m giving him 20 more minutes,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. Shifting to twist around, the brunette rested her weight against one of the porch beams, becoming just a bit more invested in the conversation. “He’s not,” she answered simply, not wanting to come off as a lunatic by jumping out with the explanation that he was a ghost.

[trev-collins]

Trevor flashed a small smile at the stranger when she looked back at him. “So, he’s a ghost, then?” He asked, though he knew that was the only other possibility if he wasn’t a frat boy. “Is he like your boyfriend, or something?” He never understood why any living person would date a dead one, but for some reason, she struck him as the kind of person who might.

[ofmercykillings]

“I’m waiting,” Isobel replied, her tone hinting disinterest in his interest. A defense mechanism, at most. “His name is Dominik, and he’s late.” Mindlessly tapping her fingers on her arm, she glanced over to the door when she heard it open —- just a girl heading out to what looked like a party by the looks of her attire. Turning her attention back on to her company, she allowed her gaze to land on him for a brief moment before looking back out to the lawn again. “I don’t suppose you know him.”

[trev-collins]

“I don’t know him,” Trevor admitted, shaking his head. He didn’t know a lot of people in the house, though. He was usually too focused on himself to really pay attention, or care, about most of the residents. “Is he a frat boy, or something?” He asked, mostly just trying to keep the conversation going, and her attention on him.

[ofmercykillings]

And she didn’t. Isobel barely passed a glance to the man as he made his way to the porch swing. Instead, she pulled out her phone from her pocket to check the time. 9:04 PM. Goddammit. Dominik knew she hated waiting. Stuffing her phone back in her pocket, the brunette crossed her arms and set her gaze out to the lawn.

[trev-collins]

Trevor leaned back, watching the female as she barely paid him any mind and checked her phone instead. This kind of bothered the ghost because if there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored. “You waiting for someone?” He asked, trying to capture her attention. “Or do you just like standing out here looking like you are?”

[ofmercykillings]

Oh, how she hated waiting. It was roughly nine o’clock, Friday night, the usual time she’d stop by the house to check in, see how things were going with Dominik. It’d been like this for months now, ever since she had the misfortune of killing him on property —- and to this day, she still felt as though he’d set her up for a lifetime of catering to his every whim. That was the trouble with getting to know customers, and bizarre nature of knowing them after they die. It wasn’t until she saw an unfamiliar figure step onto the front porch that Isobel passed a glance at them. She knew she technically wasn’t supposed to be there, so naturally, she was a bit defensive. “Problem?” She perked a brow, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

[trev-collins]

Every so often, Trevor liked to hang out on the front porch for a little bit and catch some fresh air; It got stuffy in the house, with all the college kids, so it was nice to have a little room to breath-- figuratively, of course. He opened the front door and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face standing in front of him. He’d seen her around before, but he wasn’t able to put a name to the face. He smiled at her when she spoke, shaking her head. “Not unless you have a problem,” he replied, moving past her and sitting down on the swing.

[brightlittle--evangaline]

@trev-collins

She didn’t do it often, but every once in a while Evangaline found herself on the grounds of the Murder House. For some reason the aura of the house helped to inspire her to draw more than Sigma Chi did, which always put her in a better mood.

Sitting in the gazebo, Evangaline’s back was against one of the poles–her knees holding up her sketch pad, as she examined the little moments of life happening around her. Focusing her attention on a blue bird, she began to sketch it into her pad–smiling softly as the little bird’s wings fluttered open for a brief moment before they closed.

[trev-collins]

Every once in a while, when it was nice out, Trevor liked to spend some time in the backyard to work on his tan-- Because unlike some of the ghosts, he refused to let himself look like one. So, the spirit wandered outside and towards one of the chairs by the pool. That was when he noticed a young woman sitting in the gazebo, apparently lost in her own world. Curious, Trev went over to her and waved his hand, trying to grab her attention. “What’re you drawing there?” He asked, gesturing down to the sketch pad in her lap. 

[wonderlandsickness]

What an outstanding male specimen. She wasn’t sure if he could sense her presence. The fact that he wasn’t stopping even with her in the room told her he didn’t know or he didn’t care. Either way, she was enjoying herself. Dipping her spoon in a jar of peanut butter and bringing it up to her lips, Ana watched Trevor like a movie — though as it became a bit boring, she decided to announce her presence in an obnoxious manner. “ …34, 51, 17… ” She voiced, trying to knock him off course. What could she say? It was a habit. She couldn’t help herself.

[trev-collins]

Trevor noticed someone was watching him, but he didn’t care-- he was more interested in his workout than whoever had decided to spy in on him. However, when she started speaking, that was when the spirit started to grow annoyed. Stopping, Trevor let out a loud sigh and stood up to look at her. “Can you please not do that?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t you have other people you can annoy?”

[edensommers]

A sly smile rested on Eden’s lips as she watched the young man do push-ups, the ghostly teen leaning against the doorway. The brunette watched for a moment longer before clearing her throat, her tone playful as she asked, “You think you could do any push-ups with weight on your back?”

[trev-collins]

“30... 31... 32...” Trevor continued counting, focusing on his work-out and ignoring the presence he could feel somewhere in the room with him. However, when he heard a voice, the spirit stopped and looked towards the source, smirking faintly. “Probably,” he replied, moving to sit down on the floor. “Was that an offer, or just a question?” 

[nanette-beauchamp-blog]

Nanette just stared from the doorway, captivated.

[trev-collins]

Feeling the presence of another, Trevor stopped his workout and stood up, looking over and seeing a girl watching him. “Something I can do for you?”

[trev-collins]

“...26, 27, 28, 29...”

[trev-collins]

Moodboard: Trevor Collins

[trev-collins]

Standing at the front gate, Trevor looked out onto the street as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. He didn’t really have much planned for the day, but he knew that he sure as hell wasn’t going to spend it inside the house. Letting out a sigh, the narcissist pushed open the gate and stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking down ways down the road. “What to do first?” He muttered to himself, doing up the buttons of his jacket before tugging on it to straighten it out.

[zinc-athila-blog]

Neither can your upgrade in fashion sense.

[trev-collins]

Right, because I give a rat’s ass what some bratty teenager thinks. 

[basementthriller]

Tell me about it. I’m getting antsy.

[trev-collins]

You getting up to anything this year?