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((Alright! Just a heads up, my responses are gonna be off and on for the next 2-3 ish days because we're spending Christmas at a friends house, then we're having a Christmas dinner at my grandparents. ^^")) |
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Gell's been on the road for far too long- and it had begun to take a toll on his energy levels. If he hadn't been weaning off his caffiene addiction, he'd have stopped by the nearest cafe. But even those he hadn't seen in the past two hours. Just his luck- why was he chosen for this assignment? Weren't there a hundred- no, a thousand, more capable agents for the job? His bad mood reflected on his face- rendering his usually impassive features into irritation. It didn't help that when he neared his destination, the roads were too bad to even consider driving. He took it out on foot, muttering about the damage being done to his only pair of working shoes. He'd have to visit the thrift store after this. The house before him looked far older than the pictures depicted, and as Gell walked towards the front door, he had a nagging feeling that he was not alone. |
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The nagging feeling of being watched only increased the farther into the house you went, the strange shadows inside seeming to flicker into shapes that weren't actually there. It wasn't much of a surprise that the house seemed older then how it looked in the pictures online; if you looked closely in some places, you could still see scorch marks from the tragic fire the place had went through. Everything mostly smelled like dust and old wood, but the most noticeable scent out of all of them was the faint smell of smokey ash. But aside from the occasional cobweb and getting the strange feeling of not being alone, the house itself seemed relatively cozy; if it were to be fixed up at some point in time, there'd be some potential of a new family moving in. Though that was still in the farther future, and at the moment the human's suspicion of the place and the feeling of being watched was indeed correct; because, coincidentally, there happened to be a spirit watching him, from the very moment he stepped foot onto the property. - The ghostly white figure - currently invisible to the human's eyes - watched with narrowed eyes as the human explored further into the house, frowning as an expression with suspicion, irritation, and mild anxiety flared on his face. He of course was very unhappy about this situation, as well as a little scared as well; after all, this was his home, and he'd scared off all other humans who'd come by to try and sell the place. The spirit didn't want to have his home taken away from him, not with the memories it held; which wasn't many, due to his unfortunate memory loss, but it was all he had left to remember what little he could picture of his life before the fire. With an unhappy little hissing sound - which had a very vague echo to it, only adding to the creepiness level of the house - he tilted his head to one side and continued watching the human, trying to come up with the best ways to scare this man away and make him leave. Perhaps he could make the old, raggedy curtains move; or maybe he could make the half working lights burn out and flicker out; a slamming door could work too, but those were usually expected in older houses; or, what had come to be one of his favorite scare tactics, a quiet whispering voice telling the human to leave. |
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(Sorry for the late reply! Got caught up with the holidays too, ^^' ) Gell shivered, and hugged his suit jacket around him. He'd always been cold easily, but this truly was something else. By the time he was at the front door, he had goosebumps all over. His hand hovered over the ancient doorknob, and he idly wondered if it were had any worth as an antique. Gell retreated his hand, deciding to walk around the property instead. The wood were charred and windows gave too much insight into the horrible sight inside. Even the yard was overgrown and unkept- which was to be expected given the circumstances. "This is ridiculous," Gell muttered to himself, "No one in their right mind is going to buy this place." He stopped before a window, watching his own reflection on the dirtied glass. He quickly noticed a single strand out of place, and took that opportunity to take out his pocket-comb and smooth his self-admitted-beautiful hair. |
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Stellan followed along with the human's movements from inside, and he paused where he hovered in the air to watch as the human paused to look at his reflection in one of the dirty windows. At first he was confused, his brow furrowing until he saw the human take out what looked like a comb to fix a strand of hair that was out of place. - This got the faintest, whispered sound of a giggle out of the spirit, and eventually he let out a breathy sigh before standing in the middle of the room - which happened to be the room that the said window looked into. A few cracks in the building allowed the faintest breeze in, and it stirred up some dust that was blown in his direction, and for a moment - if the human were to look closely through the dirty window - you could see the faintest, barely visible figure standing in the room you was looking into, one hand on his hip and the other hanging at his side, brow furrowed as he weakly glared at the human standing outside as he thought absently to himself. Why won't he just leave already? |
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{ACK! Sorry for the late reply- the notification got buried in my inbox T-T } ... Once his hair was decently immaculate, Gell put his comb back into his pocket and decided to actually do his job. He dug out his sorry excuse for a phone. He grimaced at the cracked screen- had to use a collection of threats, pleas and force to get the phone screen to accept his finger jabs. What else did he expect from a hand-me-down? At the least the camera quality was good. He tried his best to get good angles, snapping pictures of walls, doors, the area around the house- saving the interior for last. "I can't believe I'm actually going to have to enter this place," Gell muttered, "I don't get paid enough for this." Gell stepped onto the porch- it gave such a horrible groan that Gell didn't trust it to hold his weight. So, through the window he climbed- painstakenly hefting one leg up and flinging his other leg over the ledge. He tried not to think about the dust on his clothes as he landed inside. "Thank god no one can see me like this," he muttered. And prayed that there were no bugs- or rats- or worst case scenario- people here. Then again- who in their right mind would be in a place like this? |
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