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 Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 4:21 pm
Soft footsteps of worn tennis shoes on tile signaled the arrival of the city girl upon the hallway of the dorms. Dark doe eyes scouting ahead momentarily for any other signs of movement, Yvonne paused to stop at a drinking fountain, pushing up her baggy sleeves and bending down to sip up some water. Albra was hot. For a girl who'd never been South of Boston, the change in temperatures was excruciating. Not to say that Yvonne wasn't enjoying herself, to some extent at least. Walking along the tropical beach from the landing platform had certainly been a delight, becoming part of a landscape she'd previously only witnessed in cheap postcards and tawdry decorations in the local dives.
Thirst quenched, Yvonne glanced down yet again to the pink slip of paper she held in her hand that declared the room number she was supposed to be housing in, scratching her nose with a finger in absent habit.
Should be just a little further down the hall...
Biting her lip momentarily, she glanced over her shoulder. It was still there, that faint bluish cloud that had been following her ever since that incident in the museum. The ghost. The little mote of light and haze flittered back and forth under her gaze, almost as if perturbed by her seeming unease.
Shaking her head, Yvonne continued on at a quicker pace and made her way to the appropriate door. She raised her hand, once again covered by her dirty sleeve, and knocked on the door two times.
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 2:45 pm
Dusky yawned, more from boredom than actual lack of sleep. Since being here and well, unemployed, she had gotten to catch up on a lot of that. Suddenly the fact she hadn't had a lot of hobbies before was starting to make itself annoyingly apparent. It didn't help July, who was apparently a workaholic before he keeled over, liked going in and out more during the day, not so much for something to do just as to get out. Either way, the fact he'd sit still for a little while, and then pace, and then just head through the door to go look around made her feel like such a lazy slob in comparison.
There was also the factor that she hadn't seen or heard from this mysterious roommate she was supposed to have. There'd been a notice she was supposed to get one, and then later, another that gave a name. Both had been glanced at and then tossed rather quickly. Though, she had made sure to keep half of her little quarters clean for another person.
A knock at the door caught her attention from curling up for a good nap [again], and she looked up. "Hey July, you in?" She sat up and straightened her hair and tugged down her shirt while a familiar cowboy hatted head poked through the wall where the kitchen was.
"Yea, whassat?" he asked.
"Go see who's at the door. If it's that guy who elbowed me the other night I'm totally not answering." Dusky replied while making a mild attempt to straighten up some of her stuff in case it wasn't and she HAD to be sociable.
"Arrighty." he said without protest, stepping through one wall to head over to the door. There was one thing to be said about being a ghost that was nice. He didn't have to worry about running into things, or tripping over stuff strewn on the floor. If he fell through something, it felt weird, like an itchy tickle. But it definitely beat getting a goose egg from Dusky hurling something at his head.
Grinning amicably, poor Yvonne is probably more than startled to see of all things, a dead cowboy poking his head through the door, rather than someone opening it. "Howdy there. You new here ma'am?" He reached through and tipped his hat. "Name's July. You needin' somethin'?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:54 am
(( Haha. Wow. I am the latest poster ever. You're so wonderful for not being furious at me! I promise, as soon as I get settled into the college routine my internet time will stablize once again. Summers are always pretty crazy for me. ;_; ))
There was a slight mumble of noise from inside the door. Tentatively, Yvonne waited for a moment. Silence. She lifted her hand to knock lightly on the door once more, when suddenly a face materialized out of the very wood itself.
"WAH!" Thump.
Squinting her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, Yvonne blinked up at July from the spot on the hardwood floor where she'd tripped over her gangly feet in surprise and fallen.
"You're a--You're a ghost!" She exclaimed, her dark eyes at last going wide. Her momentary stutter was not out of fear, but more a mix of embarrassment and wonder. The girl pulled herself up, rubbing absently at the pain in her hip as she scrutinized the apparition in front of her.
"I--I was just looking for my room mate..." She said, not quite connecting the dots. Rummaged inside her stained green over-shirt for a moment, she dug the folded slip of pink paper out of her pocket. "A 'Dusky Worth?' Have you heard of her?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 1:17 am
[[Bahhh there's no point in being furious. O: It distracts me from more important things. Like uh. Well food'd be one.]]
July made a little bit of a wince when Yvonne fell. He seemed to be causing that reaction quite a bit lately. Maybe he just didn't give people enough fair warning.
"Ahh, yea. The door thing sorta gave me 'way, huh?" He reached through to tip his hat at her a little. At least she didn't seem ready to scream and run away at the sight of him. She also seemed one of the few tall enough to look right at him rather than up. That was refreshing!
"Oh, so yer the one bunkin' with her? Yea, she's my uh... well I guess she's my haunt or sumthin'. Pardon me." The lanky cowboy ghost ducked his head back inside to peer around for the more petite girl. "Dusky! 'Cher bunkmate out here." A grumpy face peered from around the corner at the door and made a distinct 'feh' noise at the news. Bah. Her luck had finally run out in the solitary department. Well, she knew it had to come to an end sometime. Might as well get over the loss now and bear it. "Fine fiiiiine..."
Dusky trudged to the door as July backed out of the way, not really liking the idea of suddenly having a door swung through him when it was backed by volatile irritation. If Yvonne hadn't been scared of him, maybe it was because she was saving all her fear for the living counterpart.
A turning of the doorknob was coupled with the door being opened just enough for the small green-eyed girl to stick her head out and look at Yvonne with only mild disdain. It was the sort of look a person gave to a inconvenience that's cropped up in the middle of their day, or when they've just woken up and already it seems nothing is fated to turn out right, starting with the coffee stain on the nice new shirt from a moment of clumsiness.
"You looking for me?"
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