STRIKE it UP (cal)

[fletcher]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Fletcher woke up that morning with a slight headache. He didn’t know why, but he had gotten them a lot lately. After waking up enough, he went into the bathroom to start the shower, and made himself solid so that he could turn on the water. Even as a ghost, he felt like he had to take showers. It was weird, but he had done it for over one hundred years, and it was routine for him. After his nice hot shower, he dressed in his usual attire: jean shorts and a white tank top with a band on it. Today’s band featured Black Veil Brides. Fletcher yawned and went to his living room. He never really thought about it until now, but why did he have his own place? He was a ghost; he could haunt other people’s places for free. He shrugged. After 130 years of “living” he had plenty of money. He was finally awake, he felt jittery. He wanted to go outside suddenly, so he put on his vans and headed out the door. Being a ghost had its advantages. Fletcher could fly. He hovered down the two flights of stairs that lead down to the exit, and dropped himself firm on his feet before opening the door and heading out to nowhere. He walked down the street and saw the park in the distance. Quickly, Fletcher began walking towards the open greenery. Maybe he would find someone to do something with, or something to amuse him. Usually just about anything could amuse him. Today would be no different, of course, but he had to find something to do. He walked rather quickly, as always, through the park, looking for something to do. Strangley enough, he was looking everywhere but in front of him. He didn’t notice a woman standing in front of him, and bumped right into her. He reached out and grabbed her arm so that she didn’t topple over, and uprighted her. “Oh my gosh, are you alright? I’m so terribly sorry!” he wanted to make sure she was alright before letting his hands drop to his sides. He moved his weight from side to side, so that he kept moving. He waited to see what the girls response would be.

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[calypo]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

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[fletcher]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Fletcher touched her. Touched her, mind you! It hardly ever happened, but when it did, he noticed. This time it had taken longer to notice because he was worried about her falling over due to his lack of attention skills. He turned to look around, because he could see that the girl was slowly disappearing. She stuttered out “I’m fine…” and he grinned widely, trying to make her more comfortable. She seemed scared of him. Maybe it was his tattoos or piercings, he couldn’t be sure. Perhaps she was a newly-dead ghost and still didn’t know how everything worked. It would also explain why she was disappearing so quickly. He didn’t want to scare the poor girl, but he didn’t know how to not scare her, yet. Fletcher looked at her with a wide grin, trying to be friendly. “Sorry about that.” He laughed and held out his hand, almost jumping to reach her. His grin somehow got wider when he spoke once more. “I’m Fletcher. I couldn’t help notice your…disappearing act?” he laughed. “Butanyways.” He said it in such a rush that it sounded like one word. “If people see a disappearing person, we might have a problem.” He laughed again. Fletcher was one of those eople that always seemed to be happy. Even if he was among the living dead, he had gotten over his less than tragic death about a hundred years or so ago. After all, he was the only one that had died that night. He was grateful, actually, that it was he that died, because his friends had grown up to become great people with amazing wives. They were all dead now, and none had come back as ghosts. At least he didn’t know of anyone of them that did. Anyways if he did ever find out about one of them coming into the life of the living dead, he would have found out about it by now. He sometimes went back to that same street where he was driving drunk. Another drunk driver was on the road and had swerved right into the SUV occupying Fletcher and his close friends. Fletcher wasn’t wearing his seatbelt, and flew through the windshield and onto the pavement where another car had then run over him. It wasn’t surprising that he had died that night. It had been his twenty third birthday. He shook his head to the side trying to get his hair out of his face, whilst shaking his thoughts away. “So what’s your name?” he asked. He was starting to get antsy standing still, and directed her away from the scene of the incident. “Do you mind if we walk while we talk? I don’t know that I can stand still for too long.” He laughed and began walking rather slowly for his usual pace. He didn’t want to walk away from the girl and be rude, so he kept himself walking at a slow pace.

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[calypo]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

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[fletcher]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] He was all smiles to the girl standing in front of him who was slowly becoming more invisible every second. He laughed when she said that she guessed she had never thought of the humans standing around them. “Well, it’s not too hard to stay solid if you think about it long enough. But, I’ve been…you know…dead…for over a hundred years, so I can do it for quite a while, no sweat. How long have you been a goner?” his words were so rushed, but he was used to talking so quickly. He wondered if she understood him. Sometimes people had to ask him to repeat himself, and he would just facepalm himself and remembered to speak more slowly. But for now, meeting someone new—a ghost no less—was so incredibly awesome for him that he couldn’t help but speak quickly. He felt like if he didn’t start walking, that he would go stir crazy, so he began walking, hoping the girl would follow him. She did, and he smiled again. “Calypso. That’s a pretty name. And very unique, too. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone named Calypso.” He laughed. “You mind if I call you Cal? I kind of like that name, too. But it’s okay if you tell me no, too. It is your name, so…” he trailed off and smiled. He walked with his arms by his side and his fingers loose, almost twitching with energy. He was just nonstop sometimes, and he didn’t know how he did it. Even when he was alive, people always asked him how he could be such an energy ball all the time. He just guessed it was something to do with his chemicals or something in his body, but after he died and became a ghost, he was still just as energized. He liked who he was though, so it was ok with him to be going nonstop. He just didn’t want to scare this obviously nervous girl away.

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[calypo]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

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[fletcher]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Fletcher looked over at Calypso with wide eyes when she said that she had died almost 285 years ago. “Oh wow! That’s awesome! Well, not awesome, but you know what I mean…” Maybe she was just bad at staying solid still? He didn’t really know though. Maybe his vibrancy was making it hard for her to stay solid for long. He slowed his step so that he could start to try and calm himself for her benefit. He took a long, deep breath and exhaled slowly before asking her name. It really was an interesting one. Probably one he wouldn’t ever forget due to its uniqueness. As they walked, he noticed a playground not far away. The one he had played on when he was younger had been torn down, and a newer “safer” one was built in its place. He missed playing on playgrounds sometimes. He laughed at himself and how childish he seemed right then. “So, Cal, how long have you been in Manuka?” he looked over at her with a calmer smile, one that barely touched his lips, and wished desperately that he could have a cigarette. One would definitely help his nerves calm down. When he was still alive, he smoked cigarettes like it was his job. He didn’t like to make people uncomfortable with his hyper-ness, so to calm himself more, he would just take a bunch of deep breaths now that he couldn’t smoke. “How come you’re at the park?” he asked. He never really stayed inside, and pretty much anywhere outside could suffice. He just didn’t like the feeling of walls closing in on him. And there weren’t walls outside.

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[calypo]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://store02.prostores.com/sewewequilt/catalog/SEQ0002048.jpg'');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Calypso smiled weakly, then quickly looked away. ”Yeah...” Calypso said, practically whispering. She wasn't sure what else to say. And she probably wouldn't say anything else even if she could. Every time she tried to talk to someone the words seemed to get caught in her throat. She got all flustered and not knowing what to say or how to say it only made her nervousness worse. She didn't wish to be a great bore to the person near her, but it seemed to be all she was capable of doing. Calypso was extremely awkward, clumsy, and nervous. All the time. It was who she was, as much as she resented it. At times Calypso longed to be interesting, exciting and entertaining. But she would quickly get over that desire and go back to be a shy, naïve girl. It couldn't be helped. The world scared Calypso, and she had only one person to blame. Calypso watched as Fletcher looked ahead of them. He noticed a playground up ahead and laughed quietly to himself. Calypso wondered if he'd like to play on it. Calypso loved playgrounds, for no reason in particular. Making up her mind, she started walking towards it, hoping he'd follow. Or.. well.. hoping he'd tell her if he didn't want to go there so she wouldn't like like an idiot. But it would be an excuse to be alone. Calypso had nothing against Fletcher personally, he just made her nervous. “Two hundred and sixty three years,” Calypso mumbled. She was back to looking at her feet. She wasn't watching where she was going when she knocked into someone. Calypso stood there frozen, glad she hadn't gone through them. ”I-I'm sorry!” Calypso squeaked out nervously. The person walked away, saying all sorts of terrible things about her. Calypso felt bad, but she was also surprised that she had been solid at the time. It must have been a random solidification. Still, it was awfully odd. Calypso was surprised by this, but tried to shake it off. She managed a question for Fletcher. ”How long have you been here?” #### WORDS 349, TAG Fletcher, OUTFIT ,

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