inkless [devin]

[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=width: 250px; height: 290px; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] With apparently nothing else better to do other than to flick through TV channels on a Wednesday afternoon, Lenore was curled up on the couch, fingers idly clicking. Her knees were pulled up to her chin, stockings covered feet twitching idly every once in a while. She was too lazy to do her homework, or to go outside and enjoy the Autumn chill. Edgar was perched atop the couch, talons digging into the fabric, poking at his white feathers and letting out the occasional caw. She stopped at the National Geographic channel, and lazily watched the documentary, that so happened to be about birds. As the feathered creatures fluttered around the screen, chirping and squawking, Lenore grinned. "Edgar, look at your cousins." She nudged the couch to get his attention, and the raven merely looked up at the screen before sniffing and going back to poking at its wing as though it couldn't give a shit. Snob. Perhaps it was typical of what you would expect from a white raven, you rarely saw that shit anywhere if none at all. The redhead returned to the documentary, but felt her mind drifting. Soon enough, she felt her eyes close, and the moment her mind began lulling itself into slumber, a vision burst before her eyes. Lenore felt herself moving, as helpless as a lost kitten. Oh hell no, not again, fuck. And then she saw the boy's hands gripping the sides of a window. It was always the same vision, always the same dude that decided to kill himself, that is by throwing himself off a building. She watched as he took the plunge, and her mouth opened into scream as she heard the sickening crunch of bones breaking when they hit the ground. It was terrifying and horrible, even if it was the same vision over and over again. The worst part was she was unable to shut her eyes and pretend that nothing was going on. Who the hell wanted to experience and watch someone die repeatedly? Maybe the spawns of hell itself, but definitely not Lenore. "Fuck!" she shouted, her eyes snapping open, sitting upright on the couch in alert. At the sudden cry, Edgar squawked in alarm, flapping his wings frantically. She flopped back onto the couch, her heart beating like a hammer, her breathing coming in rugged, shallow gasps. "Shut up, Edgar." she managed to gasp out, her intention to quiet the raven, but it only seemed to intensify its panic, throwing a huge bitch fit. Lenore groaned, picking up a cushion and pulled it over her head while the documentary about birds continued on blissfully as though nothing had happened. Stupid powers and their equally stupid visions. Her patience wearing thin with her companion's squawking, she threw the cushion at Edgar, where he proceeded to squawk loudly and fly off his perch to settle on the television. Lenore quietly hoped that he would get zapped, it would definitely provide the comic relief she needed at the moment. [/style]

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[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/da1ju.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] fire away, fire away. There was no doubt that this situation scared Devin. Being dead, yet there not being any white light around him, in front of him or even behind him. Was that how it even happened? The whole moving on thing? The rumoured white light? None of the ghosts he had met so far knew, obviously since they were all still here, and he was at a loss. To him, it might have seemed like the obvious, maybe take revenge on Toby and the gang, everyone who ever laughed at him and bullied him because of his jeers. Maybe even his mother, who was so high on anti-depressant drugs that she never even came to visit him at the hospital when he had been pushed down stairs. His transparent form closed it's eyes, wishing that being a ghost would not come with memories. It had been a few weeks since his death, Devin had come to terms with the fact that he was not a spirit, a form with no substance, you could say that the sad thing was that he barely felt any different than when he had been alive. Always the shadow in the corner no one pait attention to apart from to mock. The male shook his head, looking down at the hands which he could see, but no one else could. He had been practising, becoming solid, moving things, and it had taken him a lot of time, had taken a lot of blackouts to have enough energy to even make one finger solid, but he could do it, Which was why, now that he could, he decided to take some action. He could not take a back seat and wait for someone to give him all the answers, he had to go looking for them. Which was why he was taking his ghostly ass to a girl he was sure would not know him, but he knew her. No, he had not yet seen her, he was not one of those creepy spy-on-you-in-the-shower kind of ghosts. However, the girls powers were famous. She was a prophet, a truly spectacular gift that he would not have believed that anyone could posses if he were still human, but now that he was a ghost, why couldn't someone have visions? Maybe she could help him. Lead him in the right path to moving on from the one place he had killed himself trying to escape. Oh how ironic, that he should be stuck here, when all he had wanted was a release. Sometimes Devin wondered how this whole thing worked. He was able to walk up and down stairs and on floors without falling through, but when he tried to touch objects of people, he could not seem to be able to grasp any of it. Making his way through a door in a normal looking house, he had considered that he might scare her, that was not what he wanted, but how can a ghost ever show himself without scaring anyone? Unless they wanted to be killed by someone who knew about ghosts. None the less, he had to do this, she may be the only one to help him, and Devin had to try. Smoothing down the clothes in which he had died in, he entered a room which was clearly the girls bedroom. She, having pucblished that famous book, was quite the star, and everyone knew where she lived it seemed, and Devin was no exception, though a wise old ghost had steered him the right way. His bright green eyes looked around, a raven was stood on the TV, and a young, red head laid on her bed, sleeping it seemed. Devin could see that her sleep was nowhere near peaceful, and it struck him just how young she looked, burdened with something as insane as visions, he felt for her, but for once he was going to make life about him. Devin physically flinched when the girl woke up with a scream of a cuss, taking a step back, before he realised that no, he was not solid yet and she could not see him. The loudness and the throw of the pillow startled the bird, which was revealed to be called Egar, and Devin watched in quiet fascination. Right, this was his cue, right? Now or never. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard into pushing energy into as many of his limbs as he could. At first, he only made the curtains move slightly, the side effects of his youngness at this, the fact that he was obviously so new at this too. However, he appeared solid for a few seconds, not sure if she saw the form, before flashing away. Fuck. He needed to concentrate, and he needed to do this now. Taking in whatever energy he could, he concentrated hard enough to put substance to his bones, and meat, and unbeating heart. He knew he would be pale, white, deathly, but no long transparent. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Please ... I need your help." His voice was almost unlike his own, and he just hoped that she would consider helping him anyway, even though he barely considered that she may not know that the stuff in her books was actually real, Devin could not dwell on that now. His form flickered for a moment, as he gazed upon her. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=width: 250px; height: 290px; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] Edgar didn't get electrocuted. Which was a real shame really, since she had been kind of hoping for it to happen. It would be quite the interesting sight, to see his white feathers charred and blackened. The thought of a dead Edgar was far from appealing though; she had grown attached to the white raven and most certainly didn't want him dead and who said that getting shocked once would mean instant death? Unless if it was lightning or you were stupid enough to walk into an electric fence, which had probably god knew how many kilowatts buzzing through it. With an arm over her eyes, Lenore didn't notice the temporary appearance of the ghostly intruder. She sat up in her seat and sighed, rubbing her eyes, which had become bloodshot because of the vision. Her gaze fell on her raven, who had fallen silent and was now cocking its head side to side, as though it was trying to figure out a puzzle. Edgar had always been an odd creature, sometimes even too intelligent to be considered a proper animal, but Lenore had grown too used to him to even start becoming suspicious. She wasn't about to start pointing fingers, and most definitely not at Edgar. Yet, it was the bird that spotted the ghost first. His beak opened in an alarmed, panicked screech, even louder than his previous squawk, a typical reaction from him when he had been startled. Eyes widening in surprise and panic, Lenore followed the raven's source of anxiety, and nearly screamed herself. The translucent human being in front of her was the same dude she kept witnessing falling to his death. Her limbs felt like lead as she stared at the boy, mouth dropping open in a mixture of horror and fascination. Part of her began feeling pissed at him for appearing in her visions and causing her hell, and the other part of her felt nothing but fear. She could see right through him. Fucking hell, this was a goddamn ghost. Didn't seem like Casper too. Sure, she had written about ghosts in her book, but shit, she had not expected this. What the hell was going on? Her hands reached out for a cushion, and with a screech as loud as Edgar's, she threw it at the ghost. "Wahhhhhhh!" Launching herself from the couch, she scampered through the ghost and leaped into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her, breathing heavily. "What the fuck, dude?" she roared, unsure whether he had been scared off by her scream or whether he was still lurking around. Either way, she didn't care, she needed to let that out. "What do you want? What help? God, don't tell me you're the reaper or some other shit like that. I'M NOT DEAD, OKAY." [/style]

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[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/da1ju.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] fire away, fire away. Devin was far from surprised at the girls reaction, after all, she had every right to throw pillows at a ghost, to be scared as hell by a flickering form in her room. It was taking so much energy for Devin to make himself solid, and he just wished that she wouldn't waste this time throwing things at him, since he didn't know how much energy he could have to keep making himself solid. Devin watched as the pillow came closer to him, falling right though im as his bright green eyes settled on the girl, not saying anything, waiting for her to calm down because he didn't want to scare her further. Oh gosh, he just hoped that when she finally realised that he was not going to hurt her that she would help, because hurting a person was the last thing that the ghost wanted. Hell, he would always defend those people being hurt by others. Then she was on her feet, and there was nothing left for Devin to do but feel the almost punch like sensation as she ran straight through him, never having realised that something like a quickly running girl could make him lose his breath, breath that he did not have. Then she was in the other room, hiding, and Devin knew better than to walk through a wall to speak to her. Looking around, the bird was still panicking it seemed, animals usually weren't fan of ghosts. Devin knew that he was probably very unnatural, but there was no reason to be hated by animals. None the less, he listened to the voice coming from the bathroom, and he felt a pang of regret in his chest for scaring the girl so much, that was not his intention, he didn't want to frighten anyone. If he did, it was a complete accident. Devin listened to her panicked words, a frown on his face as her words. Dead? The only dead person in the room was Devin, and he shook his head, although she couldn't see it. Biting his lip, he had to contemplate what to say, from behind the wall. Maybe this would reassure her that he was not going to hurt her, that he wasn't just barging through the wall and trying to rip her heart out like he's seen some other ghosts do. "I'm not here to hurt you." He spoke, his voice projected to be louder than it usually would be muffled through a wall, like he was in the room with her, he just needed her to give him a few minutes to explain himself. Every second this felt like a worse and worse idea, but he simply needed her. If anyone could help, it would be the girl with the visions who seemed to know so much about the supernatural world, yet know nothing at all because it was obvious that she didn't know it actually existed. "You're not dead Lenore, the only person who is dead in this house is me, but I need your help." He felt his form flicker, cursing his inexperience, because he didn't have much time to waste before his energy seeps out and he'll have to work even harder to remain solid. "Please ... come out ... I just want to speak, and if you don't want to help, then I'll leave." His voice was broken and heavy, pleading, and he wondered if him being behind a wall would make it easier on the girl to not thinking about the fact that he was kind of see through, flickering, pale as death, his one bright eyes now paler and less sharp. Never the less, he just had to hope that she knows that he won't hurt her, and he truly believed that if anyone could help him, it would be Lenore. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px, bTable][style=width: 250px; height: 290px; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px; font-size: 11px; font-family: helvetica; color: #222222; padding: 5px; overflow: auto] It was quite ironic to say that Lenore was going to die at the hands at a ghost, since in both of Poe's poems, 'The Raven,' and 'Lenore', both had the dead, beautiful young woman as a theme. Though the cause of Lenore's death wasn't really mentioned, the redhead couldn't help a deranged chuckle at the thought of dying today, killed by the lad that hadn't bothered to knock on her door but instead decided to try a more dramatic entrance. Whichever way he wanted to do it, she hoped that it would be quick and painless, and that someone would pick up on her book's sequel and finish it. Lenore didn't like leaving her work undone and only discovered years and years later; fortunately she already had some sort of backup plan. Sliding down to the cold bathroom floor, the girl placed her head into her hands, sighing. Get it over and done with big boy, she thought wryly. Shadowcat yourself through the damn door and wring my neck or something. The suspense was killing. It dawned on her that if he wanted to kill her, he would have done so already. A frown creased her pixielike features, and as she thought about it, she stretched her legs out and willed herself to stop trembling. She couldn't think straight with a panicked mind now, could she? Standing up, she leaned across the sink and stared at her haunted, gaunt face. You looked as though you've seen a ghost! Oh, the irony, because she indeed had seen one, that fucker just appeared out of nowhere asking for her help without so much as a hello. Help? Lenore nearly roared again when the boy's voice spoke again, this time as though he was right next to her, but clamped a hand to her mouth just in time. Well, obviously he wasn't here to hurt her, silly little firetruck. She listened as he continued, and had the sudden odd feeling that she had scared him more than he scared her. Deciding to humor the ghost a little, out of the goodness of her heart, Lenore hesitantly unlocked the door with slightly shaking fingers, peeping out through wide brown eyes. "Help?" she echoed right back at him, poking out her face before slowly pulling herself out of the bathroom. "You coulda knocked, you know." She approached him hesitantly, finding herself growing more fascinated at his translucent form, feeling her fear slowly ebb away. That was Lenore for you, anything quirky, outlandish, or just plain out of the ordinary, tickled her fancy almost immediately. "Oh man, I can see right through you." Raising a finger, she poked it right through Devin. "Holy shit." "Wait, you said help." Retracting her hand, she folded her arms across her chest. "What do ya need, ghostie? I hope you're a good ghost, or I'll look for your freaking bones and salt 'em and burn 'em before ya know it!" [/style]

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[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/da1ju.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] fire away, fire away. Devin was really unsure as to how the pretty redhead would react to his words, because obviously, she was not used to random ghosts showing themselves to her and asking for something as obscure as 'help'. But he had spoken his peace, and waited outside the door just like any human would, but he kept himself invisible as not to use up too much energy. It was so hard to keep the solid form, he had to do it through clenched teeth, because he was so new at this whole ghost business. He could have been another kind of immortal, he could have been an angel, if Lenore's books are right, because in death, some people become Guardian Angels. Devin thought that he would make a good guardian angel, if only because he was so set on other people not hurting each other, like he had been hurt. At least then, he would have had a purpose, and not have had to scare this girl like he had done now. The next thing the male knew, the door was opening, and he was once more channelling energy into making himself solid, even though he was not strong enough to be solid fully, he was more see through ... and well, he flickered in and out of sight. He did not know how much time he had before he would black out, but he hoped that it was enough to explain to Lenore as to what he wanted. Her question was a confused one, he could sense it, since he had not specified what kind of help he had wanted. He looked a little confused when she said that he could have knocked. He took a few moments to speak. "Would you have let in someone who was see through? I assume the reaction would have been similar to this, except with the door shut on me." He told her, his voice soft. "I'm not strong enough to be fully solid." He decided that speaking the whole truth would go further than sugar coating anything. Devin looked down as her finger met his form and went right though him, a slight tickling sensation, and he cocked his head to the side a little, looking confused as to why she was doing this. Was she no longer scared of him? He frowned a little, and cleared his throat. "That tickles." She smiled, his poor and socially inept attempt at humour, but then again, he had not had much chanced to joke about with people, which was one of the reasons why he was there in the first place. He was a little bit amused at her reaction, and her finger was still in him as he spoke. "So ... you're not afraid of me?" He looked a little hopeful, because that was the last thing he wanted. He flickered a little, and looked at her. "Sorry for giving you a fright, I didn't mean to." He murmured, looking down at his feel almost timidly, because even if he was a ghost, he should have had manners, and knocked like she said. Devin had to smile at her threat. Of course she would know how to kill ghosts, she was the one that wrote it into her books. He sighed a little and nodded. "Well ... The reason I'm dead is because I jumped out of a window." His voice was a quiet murmur as he kind of leaned against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest in a motion that mirrored hers. "And obviously it was because life on earth got bad enough that I wanted escape." She wasn't going to bore her with the details of his life, and his sob story, just give her the need to know. "And well, I'm still here, and I don't want to be." He looked away before at her again. "You're famous in the supernatural world, you can see things ... and I was just hoping that there would be a way for you to help me figure out what's keeping me here, so I could finally be at peace." His look was pleading, but also filled with so much hope, because if anyone could help him, it would be Lenore. "So, can you help?" there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

don't we all want to belong, don't we all write our own song

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He looked as though he was constipating.

Now that she wasn't too freaked of him, she allowed herself the initiative to observe him a little more clearly. The ghostie was obviously see-through (which ghost wasn't?) and if she remembered correctly, they had the ability to make themselves solid, as written by her in her books. They too were supposed to have the gift of telekinesis, and teleportation. She wondered whether this ghost had all these gifts, as they came with experience, but with the way he was looking, as though he was trying to force shit out, she could tell the lad was inexperienced, perhaps the main reason was he had only recently died...by jumping out of a freakin' window. Suppressing a little shiver, Lenore gazed at him, waiting.

"Would you have let in someone who was see through? I assume the reaction would have been similar to this, except with the door shut on me."

At that, the redhead couldn't help but laugh. "Hell no." she grinned, shrugging sheepishly. "Ten points to Gryffindor." She would have indeed yelled and slammed the door shut had Devin decided to be courteous enough to knock, but Lenore had an inkling that she might have opened the door again, this time armed with a sledgehammer so that she could whack the living crap out of him. A pink blush spread across her cheeks at the thought, and said hammer was now hidden under her bed. She doubted that it would have the desired effect on Devin anyway, and end up exhausting herself silly and accidentally slamming through her neighbor's wall.

"Oh, no wonder." Lenore said, nodding understandingly. She had been right in thinking that the boy was inexperienced, and he indeed was. He sure looked as though he had a long way to go with his new gifts, but the redhead had the feeling that even if he was inept with them at the moment, he could wreck havoc if he wished it so. Well, that was okay, as long as he was causing mayhem for a good cause, and not affecting her negatively or anyone else. "It tickles?" she squawked right back at him, though she wasn't surprised. "Well, I was afraid of you, but now? Nah. And nah, don't get your panties tied up about it." She eyed him. "Not sure if you still have underwear on when you're dead, but ah well, just as long as IT'S still working..."

While struggling to keep a straight face at her previous comment, the little firetruck listened to his next words. Yes, she knew those already, having experienced his death and his emotions before he hit the ground. "I know." Lenore said grimly. 'I've seen it." She didn't exactly know the full story, but the girl figured that it had been awful to such a point that he had decided to take his own life. And instead of the peace he sought, he ended up back here, back on Earth. That must suck big time.

"I'm famous?" Her eyes widened. "Oh shit. Yeah, I see and feel things, and they're a huge bitch, lemme tell you that. I can squat here and complain to you all day about what a bitch it is to see deaths and the future, but that would help balls so yeah, let's see what I can do. Lemme take a seat first..."

Careful not to walk through Devin again (though she was tempted to), she made her way towards the couch she had been previously sitting on. Switching off the TV and taking the now quiet Edgar down from his perch and placing him on her shoulder. Lenore drew her knees up to her chin and looked at the ghost with concern, wondering, just wondering how she could be of assistance.

"Devin Halloway, am I right?" When he confirmed the affirmative, she continued. "You're now lingering around here, because obviously, you have unfinished business on Earth. Any ideas on what they might be? Like um...revenge on someone...someone you wish you could see again...a task you were unable to complete when you were still alive..."

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[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/da1ju.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] fire away, fire away. Devin knew he hit the nail on the head at the grin that Lenore gave him, and he had to admit that the girl had a pretty smile. He had always noticed when people had pretty smiles before, he had thought that Tilly had a beautiful smile, but it seemed like the sweetest smiles could be deceiving. There was a small lurch in his stomach at the memory of the humiliation which he experienced with asking her out for a coffee. Devin had never allowed himself to have a crush again, but he was allowed to notice when someone was pretty, or had a nice smile or anything unique about them. Devin quirked an eyebrow, because he didn't think he would ever be sorted into Gryffindor if he were at Hogwarts. He would probably be a Hufflepuff. But that was not the point right now, and he offered a small smile of his own, not to be unsociable, but it was hard to communicate with other people cause they didn't like him, and it had showed, so he tried to blend in all the time.He guessed his wish came true in a sick kind of way. However, Devin was so relieved that the girl didn't seem afraid of him any more. Clearly she could see that he was not there to hurt her, and he was glad for it. If Devin could flush, he would have at the tone she used when he said that her poking him tickled. He was transparent, yes, but there had to be some matter there for him to be solid, and the sensation was not pleasant, and it did tickle. However, he didn't think that saying that would account for mush, so he didn't. Devin didn't talk my by nature, and this was the most he had said to anyone in a long while. He smiled when she said she wasn't afraid of him, and if he was more confident he would have teased her, saying that he could scare her if he wanted to, but Devin would never even dream of doing anything like that. However, when she spoke about him having underwear and then enunciated IT, Devin felt a little startled, and looked away at the crude and blunt way that the girl spoke. This was not something which he had been expecting. "Um ... Well, I still have all the clothes I died in?" He asked, not really certain what should even be said. "I- uh - it?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know, but he bit how lower lip and shook his head. This was not what he was there for. Seen it? What? Devin looked at her with wide eyes, and he knows of her powers, or well, he's heard of them, but she's seen him die!? Devin looked down at his feet, feeling his heart clench at the so recent memories and feelings of his own death. "I - I ... but why?" He asked her, why the hell would she see him die out of all people? That confused the ghost more than anything, and it was such a shock to hear it, but he guessed that neither of them could really know. When she asked if she was famous, he nodded and shrugged. "People know of you, they speak of you, and I guess none of them really believed it. It could be a prophecy, or a legend for whatever anyone knows." He explain softly, his voice low and wistful almost, but a little strained with the effort of keeping himself visible, since he was so inexperienced, and it was becoming so hard to even be translucent. He knew he wouldn't be able to touch anything right now. "I guess I decided to try my luck." He shrugged, and he was glad that he was right. His eyes followed Lenore as she walked over to the couch, and he followed, just so they could be within talking distance. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised that she knew his name, but he couldn't help that little feeling of shock at it anyway. "Yes, Devin Halloway." He confirmed, his voice barely louder than a murmur. He watched as she put the bird back onto her shoulder and stood in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest. And then she started asking questions, and Devin frowned because he had already thought about those things. They were logical things to think of. "Uh ... I don't know?" He asked, because he was uncertain of what he needed to say, and a little bit surprised that she was so willing to help him. It was a relief, don't get him wrong, but still a little strange. "I mean ... could it be something like making the people who hurt me suffer?" He asked her, and there was so much feeling on his features, and his voice was low. "But, I'm not that kind of person. I ... don't want to hurt anyone, so could it be revenge?" He really wished that she would have answers, maybe she could use her powers or something? He had to keep as much hope as he could in this situation. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

don't we all want to belong, don't we all write our own song

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It became even more difficult for Lenore to keep a straight face at the ghost's face at her blunt words. It was her attempt at lightening up the sober little situation, but it seemed to have backfired on her instead, and now it was her that was trying not to laugh. Ah, what a corrupted little bunny she was, and it only seemed natural to try spreading it around. From Devin's reaction, it was clear that he was still fresh, and far, far from the stage she was at now. He hadn't had time for that when he was still alive it seemed. Shame, really, Lenore wouldn't have minded corrupting the lad a little for shits and giggles. Now, if only they had met under brighter circumstances....things would have no doubt been different. She wondered if he was the same person he was today now, the time before he died, even from his dark past, not a bucketful of sunshine of course, but he was alright.

The redhead shrugged at his inquiry. "I have no idea, man. The sight of you jumping out that window came outta nowhere." She grimaced. "Not a pleasant way to go." Oh, definitely not, the impact of your bones breaking and your head splattering on the ground didn't seem like a pretty sight for anyone but the sick and twisted. Lenore did admit to herself that she was indeed a fan of the horror and macabre, but to experience it firsthand through your visions was something else entirely. "I'm not sure to be thrilled that I'm famous among all you supernatural creatures, but I guess it's okay if they don't come after me or take me away or something." She grinned. "So, you took a leap of faith. You must be thrilled. Hey, don't tell your friends I helped you, I don't need them popping into my apartment randomly or breakinlg down my door. You're all I can take at the moment."

"You look as though you're about to puke." Lenore added as an afterthought, frowning/ "I can talk to thin air, don't worry, stop stressing yaself out. I don't want you passing out on me." The little firetruck gave him a long look as he continued. What else had she seen about him in her visions? From looks alone, she could tell that he had a difficult life when he had still been alive, and to die at such a young age could only point to either family problems and social problems. It seemed like a dreadful mixture of both, or else he wouldn't have resulted to the suicide in the first place. From his next words, she confirmed that social problems had indeed been a part of his life. He had been bullied. No one needed visions to know what to do next.

It was a starting point.

"You don't have much of a history since you died young, so that must be it." The girl rose. "Maybe you're here because you haven't given those lads that bullied you a taste of their own medicine." An impish grin spread across her features, and her eyes glinted with mischief. "Shall we go pay one of them a visit?" It was a preposterous idea, and she knew it, and she even felt that Edgar knew it at the way he cocked his head, but Lenore was quite excited at the thought of the ghost earning his revenge on those that had wronged him. If anything, those fuckers deserved it. No one deserved to die by throwing themselves out of a window from going through hell; it was only fair that karma should rear her ugly head at them now. As much as Lenore didn't mind that she went to deal with them herself. this was Devin's revenge, not hers, and she was naught but a bystander in this little plot.

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Although to be bullied and to succumb to depression to such a point that you would leap to your death was something that Lenore lacked the empathy to feel, she did know the feeling of being depressed, and abused in a way. Her abuse had been psychological, no thanks to her mother, but Devin's seemed to have experienced a very unhealthy mixture of both, which was an understatement altogether. She knew the feeling of being lost and alone, but fortunately, she had something to push her along and keep moving forward. The boy hadn't, as the only option for him had been another year of hell on this earth, or death. He had chose the latter, and ironically, came back as a ghost, stuck in between. It didn't seem any different from the former option. But that wasn't her place to judge, so Lenore didn't brood on it too much.

"Rumours you say..." She trailed off. "Let's just keep is that way for now, capiche?" She felt immensely relieved, for the last thing that she indeed wanted was for a whole horde of supernatural creatures to come storming into her apartment and demand for prophecies. Lenore didn't think that she would be able to handle so many at once, and who was to say that the ones that came were not an unruly bunch? A brown eyebrow rose when he mentioned that he had no one to tell anyway, but wisely chose not to press him further. "Thanks, Devin. I'm countin' on ya!" She raised her thumb up at him jovially in aproval, sincerely grateful. At least there was someone out there she could count on.

"What, no, shut up, this is free." Lenore immediately barked, eyeballing him intensely. Letting out a tsk and raising a finger, she wagged the latter at him. "Hell no, you ain't paying for this. It's the least I can do anyway, ya know, to help you out. Think of me as a kind soul or something, but one thing's for certain, you ain't paying or uh, givin' me anything in return." she said firmly. Truly, she wasn't expecting anything from him, heck she didn't even want anything. "Of course I'm aware of that," Lenore grinned. "I wrote about your lot, remember? And yeah, I'm pretty sure you can talk while not being solid. You guys are supposed to be translucent after all." At least that was what she assumed most ghosts were often,

Quite enthusiastic at the thought of justice, the girl wriggled in her seat, her brown eyes sparkling. Oblivious to the fact that Devin was uncomfortable with her knowing about his past, she had the mind to inquire a little more about him, since she was pretty damn sure that she wasn't having visions of him for nothing. She looked at him when he spoke, and sighed inwardly. It seemed so unfair that life would be so shitty for a dude like him, he was one of those nice types you rarely got to see in the present. Lenore was glad that he hadn't turned completely cynical from his past and became a total douchebag, or else, well, she would have had quite a bit to say.

"Yeah, I guess that works too, if you put it that way~" she said, rising from her seat. "What're ya waitin' for?" Bouncing towards the door, she grabbed her keys and was out in an instant, figuring that as a ghost, he didn't need no damn door. "I have no idea where those buggers live, so you best lead the way." she added when he emerged, looking at him expectantly. Hey, just because she was a human seer, she didn't know everything!

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This was all becoming stranger and stranger with every second that ticked by, but Lenore didn't mind. It all seemed like a huge adventure all of a sudden, and with every journey there was danger, and she was being tossed into it. The girl wasn't no fan of having her life on the line, and although this little expedition had little risk of bringing harm to her, the fact that the boy here was a damn ghost was enough already for her. From lounging on the couch with Edgar to helping a ghost move on...what else was going to come her way? Either way, it was a change from the usual norm, and Lenore was quite determined to make it last. For all she knew, this was the last time she would meet Devin, and he would be gone for good. She didn't know him very well since they had only met, but she knew he was a good person. And she would indeed miss him if he disappeared, you didn't forget the one who accidentally introduced you to the existence of other supernatural creatures out there.

"I do remember writing about your life." she replied, tilting her head, thinking. "But I don't think I used your name, Devin. And I don't think I published it, either. It's probably still on a manuscript somewhere." It should be with her other writings in her drawer, she'd take it out later and give it to him, when everything was said and down. It wasn't her story after all, it was his. It only seemed right to return what was rightfully his, his life written down on paper based on her own visions. She wasn't about to publish someone's memoir without their consent.

"That is usually the norm," she said in reply to his little inquiry. "But I think we can be a little more subtle with this one, since you don't exactly want to beat the living crap out of them. The guilt thing should work, you're a ghost after all, and I'm pretty damn sure that the last thing any bully wants is for their victim to come back and start haunting them." Pausing, she hummed in thought before continuing as an afterthought. "Don't believe everything the media says and does, that shit's badass and all, but we don't want no trouble."

Mansion houses? Lenore snorted. "Rich arse," The redhead murmured to herself, shaking her head. Typical. "Well,,," she began at his next question, and then stopped, diving into thought. That was a question she hadn't bothered asking herself. Still thinking, she didn't look at Devin when she entered the lift, and reemerged a few seconds later, going out into spring sunshine. "I guess I could ring the doorbell." grinned the young girl when she stepped out. "And pull him out. And that's where you come in I guess." Once she was out, Lenore walked alongside the ghost, heading towards the mansions on the other side of the neighbourhood. "Or you could just pop into his room...and do what you did to me, but this time, you tell the dude what he did wrong and scare the bejuzzes outta him. If he's a stubborn wanker, rational words won't work too well on him...maybe you could throw a chair or something... Nothing was certain because she was just throwing out ideas, but she wanted to see what Devin thought. There could be another way to all this. Well aware that it was crucial to weigh and see every option available, Lenore didn't want to take any chances in visiting this Toby dude again should things fail. No, this was a one time thing, and unless Devin managed to really scare and coerce this dude to repent for vengeance, a repeat would be out of the question. It was like a game over without a continue and no load game, unless some butt decided to invent a time machine for the both of them.

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

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"You didn't need to ask, I was gonna give it to you anyway." Lenore replied automatically on whether he could see the tale about his life written down on paper, smiling. "You can keep as a memento or something....when we are done." It only seemed fair and right to do so, and plus, the redhead didn't think that she would be able to keep it any longer once she met him anyway. Devin's tale was interesting one, and the girl was sure that it would attract even more readers and fans for her, but she couldn't betray him by exposing his life before his death to the world. No one would want that, unless they had a weird sort of mind that wanted to leave a twisted legacy behind them. She most certain;y wasn't expecting anything in return from him because she really was a kind, if not blunt soul at heart. Devin had to understand that that there was nothing she wanted from him, other than to help and hopefully send him on his way, since it seemed to be pretty much what he wanted. It was a shame that he would not stay longer...

Lenore grunted at his next words. "If anything, bullies are cowardly farts." she said, unable to help but remember the time she had been psychologically abused by her mother, She had endure it for a good, long decade before she finally snapped, and for once, rendered the other woman speechless. The harsh words that had shot out from her mouth like a gatling gun were not something anyone without a really thick skin wanted to hear, and the amount of things she had been able to retaliate had been amazing. "Most bullies are like that, acting tough and shit as though they don't give a fuck, but all it takes is one good scare, and they won't do shit again. As for making him feel sorry..." She trailed off, thinking, before she spoke again, this time slowly. "You might have to tell him that yourself. Show him how much he caused you, to such a point that it led you to suicide. It might not work, but at least you can scare him into it, especially if he is a heartless bastard. On the bright side, if it doesn't work, you can always come back again and again, and make his life more of a living hell than before each time, until you see that he has truly repented." The attempt may not work the fist time, but Lenore was sure that Devin had enough pain in him to cause havoc on a greater scale than the last if he so wished. There was a reason why ghosts were called restless spirits of the dead after all.

Nodding at his suggestion of becoming invisible, she watched as he vanished, unable to help but marvel at how he managed to do it. Because he had recently died and was pretty inexperienced, Lenore knew that it would be difficult as balls, and would sap at whatever energy he had remaining that he managed to retain. "It sounds like a good enough plan," the young girl said in response, shrugging and grinning. Hey, she knew that she was a prophet and all, but this wasn't her shit. As much as she entertained the thought of Devin beating the crap out of this Toby dude, and although they had just met, she knew that he wasn't a violent person. Nevertheless, hopefully by scaring Toby and making him apologize, it would be enough, and the ghost would be able to move on, finally.

At the sight of Toby's extravagant house, Lenore curled her lip and shot it a dirty look, already repulsed at the thought of knocking on its door. It wasn't that she had anything against huge, beautiful houses, but it was their target she was already feeling disdain for. She had never liked bullies, they were cunts and cowards, and to hide behind such luxury did not fare very well for her. Joining Devin at tree, she rested her back against its bark, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun. At his sudden question, her dark eyes flew open and she stared at him, giving him a long, long look. She knew the answer of course, but she was reluctant to give it to him. There was indeed another way, but it was one she was hoping to save as a last resort.

"Mmmm, well," began the redhead, stalling. "The other way to get you off this earth...is to find your bones. Like, your actual skeleton. And then you gotta salt 'em and burn 'em. Hunters often use this method to deal with nasty spirits, but I hope we don't have to resort to that technique just yet." Satisfied, Lenore nodded towards the mansion, unwilling to waste any more time. "Shall we?" Once they were at the front door, she rang the doorbell. Shooting Devin a concerned look, she waited patiently for it to open. "You should fly up and check his room or something." she muttered over her shoulder to the ghost. "See if he's in."

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At least he;d had his own room and all. He could maybe stay in his old room, but that would be too painful. The memories there would leave him restless, and the sounds and sight of his mother would rip his non-beating heart apart because he knew that she'd just be deeper into her depression. He loved her, yes, but she never took a moment to take care of him. Didn't visit him in the hospital when he had been shoved down a flight of stairs. He didn't want to be there to see her, so Devin was literally nowhere and everywhere. It was a scary thought. As much as everything seemed dark and depressing, her words actually genuinely made him laugh. Which was a first, Devin could not remember the last time he'd done that, but 'cowardly old farts' well, coming from Lenore they were absolutely hilarious. "I can't say I disagree." He commented, his laughter fading to a small smile that hadn't been there before. Then he considered her next words, eyes on his shoes as he contemplated. He didn't expect this to be over the moment he showed up in Toby's house, but he knew that if he kept failing and failing, he'd most likely become one of the angry spirits that all the hunters wanted to kill. More people to come after him. That was the last thing that Devin wanted. "I suppose. But what if this isn't what my unfinished business is? I can keep coming back, but if this is what I need to be doing ..." Honestly, he didn't expect Lenore to have the answers to this theory, but she could help him with suggestions, because Devin's own judgement was clouded on these things. Another surprise was how comfortable Devin was with this girl. His words flowed so easily, not spoken at his feet. The one other person he'd met that he was able to talk to like that had been another ghost called Aron. It was ironic how in death, he had found potential friends. This whole ordeal was making it hard on Devin, straining at his energy levels. He was so new, and so fresh, and it was so hard to maintain the solidity, so it was such a relief when he was finally walking invisible next to Lenore. The particles of his body simply walking through people because he was just air when he wasn't visible. He needed no energy to keep himself able to communicate, only the minimal energy needed when talking to Lenore, and he tried his hardest to speak as close to her as he could so other people wouldn't think they're hearing things. When they were finally there, and against the tree, Devin marvelled at the ease that Lenore had accepted him. Not having known about the things that she dreamt about being real, she was now helping a ghost without any fear. His green eyes watched her, her red hair illuminated by the sunlight, as his mouth spoke the words that made her dark eyes look at him for long enough that it made him steer away his gaze to the house. Eyeing the extravagance, he didn't think that his question was wrong. He wanted to know all his options, and they were things that Lenore could tell him. Devin nodded at her words. Salt and burn. That seemed simple enough, but he supposed that it would hurt, if your whole being was forced from this world. Better to find what he needed and leave peacefully, then maybe he'd get a heaven. "Alright ... Thank you." He told her softly, because she didn't need to tell him what she did, but she did anyway. Devin nodded and walked with her to the house, sort of a fearful anticipation building in his stomach, and he knew that if he had a beating heart, it would be beating hard right now. He held the breath he didn't need as he waited for the door to open, and laughed quietly. "Ghosts don't fly." Devin told her, looking up to the second storey window, not actually knowing where Toby's room was. "We walk through walls, mostly the places where doors used to be, less dense." He explained, actually pleased that he could offer some of his own knowledge instead of keeping taking from her. "If he's up there ... I'll let you know how it goes." He didn't add if she was still here when he was done. It was like, he expected her to leave any chance she got. That she was done with what he had asked of her, and would clean her hands off him. He wouldn't blame her, but the thought made something unpleasant stir in him. Shaking his head, he walked right through the front door. Devin didn't look back as he made his way through the large building, the sterile cleanliness making him uncomfortable as he made his way through the emptiness. The silence was deafening, the vases and carpets pristine, and even though Devin himself had never had such luxury ... well, he didn't think he'd want it. Small and cosy was how he liked it. Making his way up the stairs, he could hear the faint sound of music behind a closed door, the soft moans of two people who were clearly not getting up to anything innocent. It was like just another day it seemed, to Toby. No matter what was going on around him, he was finding time to make out with whoever. Irrational anger flared in Devin, anger he was not sure he had, but it seemed like it made his energy levels rise, slamming the door to the males room open, yet he stayed invisible. The girl screamed, she was someone he didn't recognise, and Toby cursed. Devin made a whirlwind almost, scatter all the things in the room, he let the girl run out of the open door, but slammed it shut before Toby could. She'd probably run past Lenore ... good, at least she'd know Devin found what he was looking for. Maybe if she left the door open, Lenore would come and see what was going on, but the redhead was at the back of his mind as he was faced with the hate he felt for Toby. The scary thing was, Devin was not violent, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but seeing Toby's frightened face actually made pleasure roll down his spine. He felt cruel, but that brought satisfaction too. The lights flickered as it took Devin two tries to become at all solid, his eyes cold and dead as he stared at Toby in nothing but his underwear. "You've ruined my life." Devin's voice echoed as he walked closer to the male who scrambled up the bed, eyes wide. "Please don't hurt me ..." That made Devin laugh, the pain searing through him. "What, like I've begged you over and over not to hurt me, huh, Toby?" Devin spat at him, and if he had any tears, he knew he'd be crying them from anger. "Look at what you did to me." His voice boomed, shattering the glass lights in the room, and Devin took a moment to think that Lenore was right. He was a coward, and that actually pleased him more than any injury would. Toby mumbled meaningless 'I'm sorry's' and Devin stopped with the wind and everything. Everything was still for a moment, and Devin narrowed his eyes. "You better change your ways Toby. Apologise to every person you ever bullied. I'll be watching you." Devin spat at him, hoping that he was doing it right, because he knew he'd be back, no matter if Toby was his finished business or not. He walked out through the window, forgetting to lessen his energy to invisible as he walked to sit behind the oak tree, his breaths coming out too fast. He was having a panic attack and he knew it. He sat behind the tree and hugged his knees to his chest. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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