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@buryherdown     ⟢      do tell,  you shouldn't allow such emotion to fester.

@ivampsuckyerblood       worried isn’t the right word.    confused——would be the better fit.

@testedsoul     i would say that’s morbid,   considering our scenery..   but then i’d sound like a hypocrite.   can i sit with you?

i like the peace and solitude. 

@testedsoul      and i would’ve..   if i knew anyone else was here.   why  /are/  you here?

@dearprey      as far as i’m concerned?   you have all the time in the world,   considering you willingly joined my trek in the woods.   [it wasn’t ideal,   no,    only bad things happen as the sun goes down.   pulling her jacket closer to her frame from inside her pockets,   she glances around at the woods,   for anything inconspicuous]    it’s a shed,   an old one.   might be covered by moss and tree life.    it’s got some..  things in it,   things i guess i need.

[  a small amused curl of his lips take its place,  only briefly,  however.   hands rest in the pockets of his coat,  walking besides her.  ]   it’s been an hour and the sun is starting to go down.  since you’re clearly the boss,  what’s the plan now?  i don’t have the time to wander in circles. 
            
            /  we love to see it

/  tehe i had to make my semi annual reappearance 

@blondiestein     because honestly?   they listen.   sure it might be out of fear and intimidation,   but it’s better than nothing.    so please,   just this once—    and after you can go do nothing for..   however long you want.

@buryherdown     why is it whenever something happens /i’m/ the one that has to do everything.     when there’s a new ghost, i have to say hi. when there’s something talking /i/ have to shut it up.      what if /i/ just want to do nothing every once in a while 

@blondiestein       well, whoever it is?  tell them to quiet it down.

you as well.  been awhile since we last had a chance to talk with one another,  however,  life gets in the way,  unfortunately.  how have you been,  by the way? 

@bludmaw     trust me,   i get it.    my lifestyle and—     profession is definitely controversial,   not many people like it.   but it’s good to have you back.

been on lying low for awhile, actually. some people really don't like what i do for a living   ..  you know how it gets—or well—i am back now. that's all that matters.

@blondiestein     i’m sure you can find some others around here—   make some friends..   so you don’t bother me when i’m busy.   i’m sure you three can find some other lonely ghosts. i’m sure there’s plenty.   [it was like dana was there for everyone to see,   so it felt and seemed like a full on conversation..   well,  besides the fact nolan’s eyes kept following hers around the room with each stride that dana took.   for now,  she seemed infatuated with the clutter of makeup—   more specifically lip glosses on her vanity]    take whatever and leave..   and make it quick,   thanks so much.

@buryherdown   ew.  [she makes a face,  not that nolan was a bad looking guy,  the question just made her feel sick—if she could even feel that anymore]    i have standards .      not to mention,    the only other /ghosts/  available to talk to is  seventies stoner with mop hair and  tweety bird with rosy cheeks.   

@blondiestein     why,  you want him?   [nolan’s  reaction was nothing more than an afterthought,   only the pure annoyance of being interrupted—   once again,   by dana.    she rolls her eyes as her gaze follows dana,   investigating the scene. grabbing the pillow from behind her head,  she holds it close to her chest as she lays back]   don’t you have—   oh i don’t know,   other ghosts to hang with?

@witcharm    not bad—   although i don’t think sandy’s genes really fought..   or had a chance.   [upon the baby being positioned for her to see,   big blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity,  her index finger lightly grazes the fabric of his little shirt,  a brief yet soft smile canvasing her features as she looked down at the little one.  she wasn’t a mother,  no,   but she wanted to be one day.   maybe that would never happen,   she considered it the right thing to do—   protecting an innocent life from the trauma that a potential gift past down from her could bring it.  small and chubby fingers would then wrap around her index finger,  to which she’d assume was his way of saying hi.]    hi buddy.

@buryherdown   not sure if that’s a good or bad thing..  [he felt so out of place.  daniel never imagined himself being a dad of all things—especially now.   to say that he was worried was an understatement—but that was before his baby boy was born.  the fat little thing clung to him and he imagined that he was clinging to him,  too.    held close to his chest,  daniel shifted tyler just enough for nic to see his face]    that’s auntie nic, tybutt,  say hi 

@witcharm      he’s a..   cute little guy,    looks a lot like you though.

@likeholy     [and boy,  did she know it.   with the pendant in her possession,   it was almost as if a low grumbling came from behind her.   it was normal when it came to these things,   she would hear,  see,  and feel everything that was cased into every conduit in her grasp—    and as exhausting as it was sometimes,   she was more than equipped to deal with it,   rather than an innocent it can inflict pain on.   wrapping the chain around her knuckles,   she clenched her fist in means to silence the whispers]    don’t worry about me—    as long as /he’s/ contained,   he can’t hurt anyone anymore.

@buryherdown    be careful,  he’s still in there.   [a day and a half.  that’s how long it took to contain such a vile and dark spirit.  the girl, only fourteen was hospitalized—and would be for some time, but she’ll live.  nat was sure she wouldn’t even remember all that demon had put her through.  it would be like waking from a coma—starting over.]        pissed at me,  too.  little shit..  

@likeholy    oh—   thanks for the new gift.   [she stares at the pendant before her,  a vintage gold-tone pendant with a filigree floral design,   suspended from a delicate rope chain.   taking the chain into her own grasp,  her thumb pad would graze along the chain before curling up her fist to conceal it,   while concealing her own uneasiness]    it’s a conduit—    you can almost feel the low vibrations booming off it..   no wonder that girl was acting strange,   demonic energy is attached to it,   and channeling its energy outward. 

@boysbite    you make it sound like i’m in trouble—    ..unless i am,   then oh no.

—a pendant.

@buryherdown    ⟢    well, i'm in search of    ..an item.

@ivampsuckyerblood     i could ask you the same thing.