Post by ARON HARUKI LEE on Sept 12, 2013 4:17:17 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] talking to the moon Staring out at the scenery that was supposedly the resting place of the dead. It is a cemetary anyway. Aron had no regrets of being a ghost. Not quite sure it was his choice to even be one. No one could see him but he shrugged anyway and eyed the many headstones that stuck out of the ground. It was quite the cemetary considering the size of some of these musoleoms that's stood out against the moonlight. Aron felt numb. Some of his memories of Seoul coming back. "hey!" A familiar face called out. Aron couldn't put a name to him. The boy of about maybe 20 or so. He had a messenger bag slug across his chest. All smiles walking toward him. Aron already knew what was inside the bag and waited for him to catch up. The city life carrying on all around him. At times, he forgets that there are other people out there working, going to high school. A place he should be but decided to to ditch for just today. There was a kinship between the two boys and it was most likely because of the age difference. "where to with this this time?" aron asked making a play for the bag. He knew there wasn't a lot of won inside there but he knew they would get in trouble for having that much and that also included the bit of some new drug which as something the other boy left out. A part of him wondered why he hung out with this person? Was it because he didn't feel like a total disappointment to his parents this way? Shrugging off the feeling he contiuned on with his and was led through the streets. Instead of taking the bus, they decided to take the alleyways and be there. Just as they turned off to walk through the last stretch of sidewalk, a gun shot rang out and everything turned black. Blinking open his eyes?, Aron realized that his human years have already begun to fade from his mind. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. Not really rmembering what happened. Not that it mattered the present, the now, is what mattered. A smile formed on his lips and walked to the nearest headstone to sit and contemplate what his human life should have been like had he still been alive. Muffled voices and shuffling of feet carried toward him on a slight breeze and he glanced in the direction. Wondering if they were human or not. Evil or good. Not that it completely mattered. He was invisible and really doesn't know how to be a ghost. Except he learned a little on how to project his voice. An idea popped inisde his mind. Aron stepped away and jogged to the where the voices came from. Except, it wasn't a voice. It was just one person he couldn't really make out what they were doing here at night but he gathered a bit of energy to shout "GET OUT OF MY GRAVEYARD!" aron attempted to changed his voice to an older mans tone and succeeded a little. Amusment surfing through him as he peered at the person. WORDS: ENOUGH . TAGGED: OPEN . OUTFIT: HERE |
