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Post by becca on Jun 26, 2013 21:06:50 GMT
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i'm falling forever so scream. scream at me. i won't be broken again. keep from going under. i died again. i'm going under. drowning in you. i'm falling forever. i've got to break through. going under. going under. i'm going under.
This had been Becca’s second stop when she first found out she was a ghost wandering around. The first stop had been where she died- the park. Trying to figure out if this was some crazy dream or if all of it did happen. There was fire and blood everywhere, the people of the city trying to clean it up including police and volunteers, crying people because of all the attacks that had been happening at that time. Next, she had to make sure if that pretty woman with a bad attitude kept her promise about Calan- getting him out of there safely. The boy practically lived here and it broke her heart. Before, Becca had brought anything she could have. Calan wasn’t too hard to please, which made it easy for someone as distracted as Becca. Chances were if she liked it, he liked it- which got rid of the problem she had with gift giving. If she liked it, everyone should like it.
Problem was the last time she had visited, she wasn’t visible. She still couldn’t get the hang of it. How long did it take to figure out something that was so simple? Becca had turned solid without meaning to so many times. The only people that saw her were strangers. Complete strangers. Some she had made friends with of course, but then she wasn’t able to see them again when she saw them walking down the street. Every once in a while, she was able to speak. Particularly with Crawford- which was one of the reasons she peeked in his office so much. She probably shouldn’t have considering all the clients he had, but they made for such interesting stories! Becca didn’t tell anyone and honestly forgot them when she walked right out again. Too many stories to remember. Plus, many blended together. Crawford was really good for them. She also liked staring at his face.
She was visiting Calan again. She really didn’t know how many more times she could do this. Becca loved seeing Calan, and seeing that he was… at least alive. However, not being able to talk to him was killing her. Not being able to ruffle his hair and giggle at whatever he said. It was driving her crazy. All she was doing was haunting him. Not helping him. She wished that she was able to tell her she was walking around instead of dead. Wait- no, she was dead, but not in the way Calan thought. Ah, she couldn’t take it anymore. Becca was already pretty crazy just by herself. Always had been. Things like this were just making her a different type of crazy. Now she saw why so many ghosts were so sad, and she wondered how Fletcher managed to do it. It seemed impossible. Especially for the pink haired woman. She was an attention whore and she craved the social life and people surrounding her. Someone to talk to. She never had no one to talk to. There was always someone. Now it didn’t matter if someone was there.
Becca found his room, went through the wall to show she was not solid. Her heart dropped seeing him there. She sat down in one of the chairs, biting her bottom lip and wondering what she was going to do for the rest of eternity. Becca looked down at her hands, then back at Calan, ”Hi Calan… I know you can’t hear me, but I can’t visit you anymore. It’s driving my head up a fucking wall, and you know I get.” As she spoke, she accidently turned solid. Her figure just appearing slowly as she spoke. If anyone was walking by, they would have just seen her appear in the chair. Her voice clear, but Becca could never tell the difference. It wasn’t as if there were a mirror in here. The only reaction she could tell would have been Calan’s. Becca fought back anything else, not wanting to make a fool out of herself. At first, she always thought talking to herself had been lonely, but if no one else could hear her, why the hell not? Becca kept her head down, her hair falling and hiding her face.
Tagged: Kai/Calan; .Notes: fjieoawjfe my heart
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Post by CALAN HUNTER ELLIS on Jul 10, 2013 16:29:04 GMT
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lost in echo, you were that salvation, there will never be another one, no. 
“For the love of god and all things holy, how fucking hard is it to kill some zombie Nazi’s?” He spat into the microphone of his headset. His fingers moved quickly against the controller sticks and all he heard on the other end was yelling from a few of his friends. He had felt so much better lately that he begged his mom to bring in some of his game consoles. She finally caved and asked Shay if she could bring them over for him. His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at the screen, playing co-op videos games with his closest friends from school was something he did when Shay was working late. He enjoyed it and he loved to smack talk those who he was closest to. Soon a nurse came into the room and gave him a look. Mr. Ellis you should turn that off and get some rest. This was the nice nurse. The one he actually liked. The other was a bitchy younger woman with dyed blonde hair. She must have just come out of med school or something, but this nurse was older and more experienced. She seemed to actually enjoy her job so listening to her wasn’t so much of a chore.
“Aw, five more minutes?” He pouted with a smile before nodding and telling his friends goodbye. The nurse helped him turn off the console and the TV and he wrapped himself in the blankets. Shay would come to see him soon, and if he were still awake they would talk and kiss as normal. Life seemed so normal now a day. Even before he was whining about how he wished everything would be back the way it was, truth is he doubted it would be as perfect. He was still missing people, some close friends and family hadn’t come to see him. Calan was sure they had their reasons but it didn’t stop the pang in his chest. Someone who he hadn’t seen in forever was his best friend Becca. The last time they saw each other was that night when she made him leave with the witch Emeri. He missed her. She was always someone who could put a smile on his face, always make him feel better.
The boy was scared to ask anyone about her. Not wanting to know the answer to her possible fate. However, when he became negative like that he had to tell himself over and over that she might have just left to keep herself safe. He wanted to ask Shay if he could look into it, but he didn’t want to bother the older man. Calan tried to rid himself of such thoughts. He wouldn’t be able to sleep if he stayed like this. He was always a nervous boy, always a worrywart and that had died down some lately. If he kept this up he would have to beg Shay to spend the night with him just so he could have a small comfort close by just incase. Calan slowly closed his eyes and let a light sleep take over him. It was light enough so when Shay came to visit he would hear his voice and be able to tell him goodnight. But it wasn’t Shay’s voice her heard after a while.
The young firetamer didn’t know what to make of it. His normally scolding hot blood ran suddenly rather chilled. The room itself became rather cool. Did the AC kick on? No, it was running. He could hear the low humming from the other corner. He shifted a bit as a small voice became louder and slowly he opened his eyes to roll over. From a very small whisper to a much louder whisper, he finally saw the person creating the voice. He knew the voice very well and it sounded so sad. For the person speaking this was so out of character. “Becca?” He murmured. There was no way he could mistake that pretty pink hair of hers. Much like her bubblegum personality, it was her token. His face was surprised, and as he looked closer confusion. Visiting hours were over, how did she get in? “What did you do, sneak in here to see me? You rebel you.” He teased with a smile. Not fully understanding the hows and the why’s just yet.
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Post by becca on Sept 14, 2013 6:29:33 GMT
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i'm falling forever so scream. scream at me. i won't be broken again. keep from going under. i died again. i'm going under. drowning in you. i'm falling forever. i've got to break through. going under. going under. i'm going under.
Why did she do this to herself? She knew there wasn’t a chance in the world he would be able to see her or hear her? Why did she go over here like they were going to talk like they usually do. This was probably the hardest part about all of this. Missing their conversation. Sure, Becca always liked playing with his face, mushing it into several different facial expressions, and playing with his hair, as if he were a personal doll of hers. But talking to him had been such a great joy. Lifting her spirits while she always attempted to lift his. The boy had been under so much stress. More than someone his age should have. What they had been through. So much. It seemed like the moment had been years away. He had been away for years on end. This is why ghosts turned evil after a long while. How did Fletcher stand not going crazy? He probably grasped this whole visibility thing better, that was how. It appeared everyone could do it except for her.
As she was about to float her way back through the wall, he spoke. Her name. Did he somehow sense her or something? She opened her eyes and looked over at him, meeting the eyes of a beautiful boy. Surprised. Shocked. Looking right at her. There was no doubting it. She did a once look over at herself, touching her knees and seeing they were firmly in place. Solid. What had she done? Fuck, she hadn’t been paying attention on what it was. Something probably about feelings or something. She couldn’t even focus on her thoughts a few moments ago since her mind already bursted all the way over to what was happening in front of her. How could she even think of anything else? Bouncing with excitement, she stood up and bounced next to his bed, grinning from ear to ear as she gripped his hand like it was the last thing she was going to hang onto. There was a faint flutter behind her. She spun quickly around to see it was just someone rushing by outside. Oh yeah, she wasn’t really technically supposed to be there. Perhaps she should be a little quieter. ”CALAN!” She said a little loud, then went to a more whisper, having to remind herself, ”I can’t believe you can fucking see me! This is everything that I ever hoped! You’re here, and you’re alive, and that bitch kept her promise.”
She stopped. Talking about that night was always hard for her. She never really liked to do it out loud. Some understood it. Some still wanted to press on to get her to talk a little more about the subject. Why? What was so interesting about it? Though she knew if she were on the other side of the wall, she’d want to know as well. She was a curious little ghost, and had always been a curious little faerie. That hadn’t changed. The more traits she could find in herself that didn’t change, the better. Made her feel like she was the same way. Breathing. Living her life dangerously. Feeling all the rushes when she hopped from building to building. When she ran and tried to do flips off of the walls. Went and played a fun cat and mouse game with some hunters who couldn’t catch her. Feeling things. Her dead skin cells couldn’t feel the texture of anything. Emotions still ran through her, which confused her. Who picked and chose which ones she had to deal with?
With a small giggle, she half smiled. Telling him she was a ghost wasn’t really… she pushed it away from her mind for now. Distracted from his previous question. With a simple shrug, she told him, ”What else am I supposed to do when they close your visiting hours? Think I should run on their schedule?” She made a pfft sound with a gentle roll of her eyes. Even if she weren’t a ghost, if she had to see Calan right at that moment, she’d probably figure out a way to sneak in. More than likely, she would have gotten caught in the attempt, but it was the attempt that counted, right? Something like that. Maybe she would have ran into Shay and would have let the pink haired friend go. ”How are you and Shay?” She asked. Always wanting to know about her one true pairing. Those two were so forbidden and cute. In the sense of what his family probably thought. Shay was no firetamer after all. There were others against the age thing. Age was just a bunch of mixed fucking numbers. Becca remembered having crushes on her teachers in high school. She understood. She’d marry and fuck them too.
Tagged: Kai/Calan; .Notes: fjieoawjfe my heart
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