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Post by Matt Callahan on Mar 19, 2012 14:16:11 GMT -5
  Matt Callahan
Matt Callahan was still intact. The hell with anyone who said you only lived once. Matt was clearly still living... Well... Sort of. The young man was dead. That much was most definitely certain. There was no way around that one. Matt was certifiably dead as a doorknob. Except, instead of just fading into nothingness and rotting in the dirt, Matt Callahan had become a ghost. He was still here. Matt hadn't disappeared. Yes, at first it was a rude wakeup call... Matt obviously didn't like the fact that he was dead... He was confused, upset, afraid and obviously alone. The young man was lost and had no idea what to do... But at least he wasn't gone...
Matt didn't know how he died. The last thing he remembered was blacking out in the parking lot. The days following his death were brutal. Matt wandered a lot. Aimlessly for the most part. He was able to ascertain from newspaper clippings and such that he'd been murdered. They didn't know by who though. The police were at a loss. Matt was furious in a sense... But plagued by mystery in another sense. The young man didn't know what had happened. Matt was far too distraught at this point in his after life to go searching for answers... He needed to be alone in a sense. So, instead of going ahead and stalking his funeral and family, Matt took to couch surfing and mindlessness. For quite some time, Matt grappled with the fact that he was actually dead for some reason... He didn't know why and at that point in time he didn't really care...
Eventually however, the curiosity began to set in and get the better of him... Matt became fixated on his death. He needed to know why. Whomever had been behind it had been good though. He couldn't find anything. No one seemed to have a clue... The police were useless and were at a dead end. For some time, Matt roamed about New York City in search of any kind of answer he could get his hands on. Over time, Matt picked up the tools of the trade so to speak... He learned all the ghostly tricks that he could store up his sleeve... But most of all, Matt learned that he couldn't let his obsession consume him. Even though he needed to know how he died... Matt couldn't let it run his life.
That brings us to Matt's present day activity. The young man was taking a day off from investigating how he had died... A reprieve in a sense... Today, Matt was lounging about in some young couple's home. They'd gone out to run some errands for the vast majority of the day... Leaving Matt in their home alone... Or so he thought at least. The young man found himself sitting back on their leather couch, his feet propped up on the table and the television remote in his hand. Oh the joys of being a Ghost... With a smirk on his face, Matt flipped through the television channels until he found the one he wanted... "Oh... Bea Arthur you fox..." Matt laughed a little as the Golden Girls came on television. As the theme song began to play, Matt began to hum and sing along with the television. "Thank youuu for being a friend... Traveled down the road and back agaaaaain" Matt grinned as he sat there enjoying the afternoon. Who ever said being a Ghost had to suck?
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Post by Annie Harper on Mar 19, 2012 15:26:36 GMT -5
Annie was quite looking forward to having a quiet day by herself. She missed being able to just relax, because living in a house full of people who had no idea how to do any kind of menial task that involved picking something up and putting it back where they found it, made being dead a chore. Annie was like a maid, except she wasn't being paid for cleaning and most days was highly under appreciated. The life of a ghost certainly wasn't exciting, the only excitement she got was when Lucy came over because the child could see her and she'd actually have someone to talk to..or at the off chance, the crazy cat lady from next door knocked and stood speaking to her on the doorstep for 45 minutes with no idea that she was even a ghost. When you were dead, you had to appreciate the little things. She wasn't a fan of haunting, though had often lost her temper and gave the odd one or two 'frights' of course, moving things from one place to another didn't make a difference in this house because they usually forgot where they'd put things regardless. Though, her latest 'scare' went down a treat. Annie decided to strip the bed and wear the covers as she glided about pretending to be a ghost. It was kind of funny because they couldn't see her in her normal form and whilst running around with a sheet over herself seemed to be the only way to actually get their attention and boy were they freaked out, in a split second the sheet was nothing more then a heap on the floor...that resulted in them leaving for several nights they were so freaked. Annie meant no harm, but she just wished these people would take better care of her house...there house...no, it was still her house. She had died, yes, but this was still her home, her last memories..the only place she could truly exist and belong now. It was taking some time to get used to everything. Today she could finally get her hands on this place and clean it. She supposed that they'd be grateful, to be honest if they ever did learn she was here then maybe they'd refrain from getting the 'ghost busters' in to rid her because she was doing such a great job cleaning up and for free, who could complain? She figured it probably wasn't the same as hiring someone with a pulse because people frowned on the whole being dead thing. It was a worth a shot. Annie had spent the last hour cleaning the bedrooms, taking the sheets off of the beds and washing them, drying them and putting them back on. She tidied the babies room and ran the vacuum around the carpets before moving to the downstairs. Annie had hoovered the carpet on the stair case and shortly began to carry the hoover into the lounge. Right now, she was in her own little blissful, immaculate bubble. Grinning from ear to ear, she wheeled the hoover down the hall toward the lounge. She hummed a tune as she happily headed inside the lounge. Annie stopped as she reached the door, hearing someone singing. The blonde became alert, letting go of the hoover and quietly placing it beside the door. Slowly she peered around the door, her green gaze fixating on the dude sitting on the couch drooling over...Bea Arthur? "..Ew.." She whispered, eyes shifting from the TV to the guy lounging about. Her brows furrowed. He began to sing. Annie frowned, not at the singing but for the fact that his feet were on top of her lovely clean table. She corner of her lip curved, as she snarled a little. If she could blow smoke out of her nose, she'd have done so. Annie puffed her cheeks and stepped into the room. She folded her arms across her chest as she briskly walked passed heading toward the kitchen "Uh, I can already tell that you and I are not going to get along. You people are so untidy. Feet on the coffee table?..Oh you are asking for trouble. And the old lady thing, sick..." The blonde spoke loudly, toward him as she passed but it wasn't like he could hear her. Annie had no idea that he was a ghost, she had only ever met one ghost and he was so excited to be scene by her that it was kind of hard not to know he was a ghost..that and he kept shouting 'look at me, i'm a ghost..wooo' dead give away that one. She walked toward the kitchen, where was that sheet? Maybe she could teach him a lesson. Word Count: 800+ Comments: <3 Mood: Coolbeanz Outfit: Here |
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Post by Matt Callahan on Mar 19, 2012 20:41:15 GMT -5
Matt Callahan
Oh, Bea Arthur... Matt's thoughts drifted off as he watched the television in front of him and stretched his legs out in front of him on the coffee table. He needed to distract himself and this television show was the perfect answer to that. Sure... It was a little annoying on some level... But on another level it was mind numbingly entertaining. Matt knew that he couldn't obsess. He couldn't let his mind take over and focus solely on the question that had been itching the back of his mind for over a year. Matt knew that he couldn't let it take hold of his life. The young man knew that he'd died... But he didn't know how. However, Matt did know that ghosts that let revenge take over their lives didn't end well. Matt knew that he needed to keep a balance. The young man knew that he would have to find that perfect balance... If sitting down and watching a tv for a few hours meant he got to keep his sanity... Then Matt definitely knew that it'd definitely be worth it in the end.
Matt Callahan had stumbled into the home of a nice family in New York City. A young couple who had a young daughter named Lucy. They seemed nice and Matt highly doubted that if they somehow knew... They wouldn't have quite minded if Matt used their apartment while they were out. Hell, it wasn't like Matt was using all their toilet paper or something like that. Funnily enough... Matt was actually somewhat glad that he'd stumbled into the home of someone who wasn't home... Especially with kids... Matt didn't particularly care for little children... Matt wasn't used to people who breathed to actually see him. It caught him off guard and Matt didn't like being thrown for a loop.
Matt's solace was interrupted by the sound of a young woman's voice... Critiquing him. She could see him? Matt didn't turn around... Not yet... The young man had a hunch... She was either a ghost... Or a witch... or on the brink of death... Matt was banking on the fact that she was a ghost. Matt didn't think she was dying... He hoped she wasn't at least. As she spoke, Matt couldn't help but to smirk. At least she seemed to have something of a sense of humor. As she began to walk towards the kitchen, Matt spoke up. "Judging me before we've even properly met? That's just a bit rude now... Don't yah think?" For a moment, Matt smirked... He figured she'd stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of his voice... With that grin still glued to his face, Matt picked up his feet and turned around on the couch so that he was facing the young woman. She was, just as he had predicted, standing there in shock. "Didn't expect that now, didya?"
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Post by Annie Harper on Mar 20, 2012 5:40:18 GMT -5
"Judging me before we've even properly met? That's just a bit rude now... Don't yah think?" He replied. He replied?! Her eyes almost popped out of her head as they widened in shock. She stopped in her tracks, mouth falling wide open whilst her back was still turned to him. Annie didn't reply, nor move right away. She waited, wondering if maybe she'd been mistaken. So, what was he? oh god, was he dying? Who was he anyway? She'd never seen him here before, then again those two were always having people come and go when they pleased. Slowly, the blonde turned her head, eyes beaming toward him. For now, he remained seated and his eyes on the TV. She bored her gaze into the back of his skull. The blonde uttered a few vowel sounds but before being able to manage anything that made any remote sense, he turned his head to face her and spoke again. "Didn't expect that now, didya?" he grinned at her. Annie watched him, slowly she folded her arms across her chest attempting to look more serious then her previous slack jawed, wide eyed appearance. "No, no I did not." She replied flatly. The blonde eyed him out of the corner of her eyes. As much as she tried to look composed, she wasn't. He could see her! But then the question arose as to why? He wasn't a child and he was certainly not old enough to be on the brink of death..so the only thing now was, that he was potentially already dead. Annie would get to that after. Her serious expression shifted rapidly, into a great beaming grin "You can see me?! So you're dead? or..dying? oh please tell me you're already dead, not to sound insensitive, but I'm not very good around death and at the chance you may need CPR or an ambulance, I can't do either." Annie rambled, she felt kinda nervous and it showed not just in her rambling but for the fact that the TV was now displaying interference. Annie was still pretty new at this. The TV turned itself off, or rather Annie turned it off. She flashed a sheepish smile toward him "..I'm kinda new to this." She referred to the TV blinking and an obvious lapse in control her new abilities. "But you can see me, and that is awesome" The blonde beamed again, she was evidently excited that she could be seen by someone who wasn't wanting to play princess parties or smelt like violets and vapour cream. "Oh, I wasn't being rude before. It's just, these people, they're not very good at cleaning up after themselves and..well, I don't like mess and I especially hate feet on the table, so if you're planning on sticking around you should probably make a note of that" She suggested with a small smile. "I'm Annie." She introduced, taking a step forward with her hand out. The blonde stopped, stifling a slight laugh before retracting her hand "Sorry. Force of habit." A handshake was more or less out of the question. Annie wasn't even sure if ghosts could shake hands, she certainly couldn't do that with the living..even people who could see her. It was daunting for her, he was young like she was and it made her wonder how he'd died. Annie remembered little bits, mostly circulating the fact that her fiancée had been cheating on her before her death occurred. She recalled running out of the house and the next thing she knew, wham! hello darkness. It was only at the wake that she learned she'd been hit by a car and had been comatose. Annie was annoyed at herself for some time, she always looked both ways and yet on that day had not. She only really had herself to blame, but that didn't stop her being bitter toward the ex. That cheating buffoon. Word Count: 700+ Comments: rwar Mood: Outfit: Here |
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Post by Matt Callahan on Mar 20, 2012 16:56:50 GMT -5
Matt Callahan
Matt couldn't help but to smile right now. It was the first time he'd actually genuinely smiled in the past few hours. Even though he didn't know her... It was nice to see someone who he could relate to. Meeting other ghosts wasn't exactly an every day occurrence and Matt was definitely grateful to take this encounter for what it was worth. Combine that with the fact that the young woman's face was completely priceless was something worth seeing. Matt loved a good laugh and the expression on the young woman's face was great. Her serious expression shifted into one that was much more gleeful quite quickly. Matt smirked again as she perked up. "Dead as a doornail..." Matt grinned slightly as he eyed the young woman. She continued to speak and as she rambled about not being very good at CPR or Ambulances Matt continued to smile. Matt hadn't realized it until now, as she walked over to him, that this ghost, was actually pretty cute. Shame they were both dead, hm?
Matt shifted his eyes towards the TV as it began to flicker and eventually turn off. He furrowed his brow slightly in jest. "No love for Bea?" Matt was joking... Though Annie wouldn't know that. As she so eloquently put it before, Matt had an old lady thing... He didn't... Not really anyway. The young man smirked as Anne claimed to be new at this whole thing. "Ah a newbie... How long?" Matt eyed Annie for a moment. It'd been about a year and a half since he'd died. It wasn't something anyone liked to think about to be honest... But it was definitely something every Ghost asked each other... They were always so curious as to how long they'd been around for...
The young man eyed Annie again and smirked slightly. She was a neat freak... Which probably explained why the house looked so nice. At Annie's subtle hint, Matt took his feet off the coffee table and stood up. "Duly noted..." For a moment, Matt paused as Annie introduced herself and stuck out her hand only to retract it again. As Annie apologized Matt's smile grew wider. "Oh, you are new..." For a moment, Matt grinned and laughed ever so slightly as he thought about what to do...
Without warning, Matt reached out towards Annie. It wasn't an agressive move... Matt just wanted to take her by surprise for a moment... Mainly because Matt knew the surprise would be well worth it. With that same cheeky grin on his face, Matt took Annie's hand in his. "I'm Matt... It's nice to meet you Annie..." The touch of Annie's hand against his was unlike anything he'd seen before. Although she was a ghost, Annie's touch was warm to Matt. Ghosts had that effect on each other... It'd taken him a while to find out himself, but Matt eventually did in fact find out that he could touch someone else and feel something... Matt kept his eyes locked on Annie's as he waited to see her reaction.
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Post by Annie Harper on Mar 21, 2012 11:27:46 GMT -5
"Dead as a doornail..." He said, she offered a half smile most of which was sympathetic more then anything. He was also dead, something told her he had been this way for longer then she since he appeared to be taking it all very well. Annie sometimes forgot that she was dead, it was only when everyone continued to ignore her that she came back to reality and realised this was how her life or rather, her existence would forever be. She was curious about crossing over, she wandered what it all meant and if she did what would be awaiting her on the other side. Then again, to crossover was scary. You see, Annie was young, she still had a lot to experience and now that she was dead she'd never experience any of that. Annie would never know what it felt like to really be in love, to be married and have children. She had so many girls she had wished to receive and so many that now she would never have the chance. "No love for Bea? He asked. The blonde smiled, shaking her head gently. Old ladies weren't her thing, and from the look on his face neither were they his. He was joking, obviously and at first she hadn't noticed but that was mostly down to how weird people could be. "Ah a newbie... How long?" He asked. Annie shrugged a little "Um, not even a year yet. But, I'm okay. Sometimes I forget that I'm dead and I'm waking up all smiles and sunshine, then I remember since everyone is ignoring me an all 'oh i'm dead..'" She beamed. Annie still had it rough, being dead was hard especially when she had been so used to having so many people around her. "I suspect you're not so new to this, hm?" She asked curiously. She wondered how long and also, how he had ended up dead. He was young and he seemed nice enough so it was probably not at the hands of anyone else. Then again, people these days were crazy. Annie wasn't going to ask him how, that was rude and so she just laid it to rest for the time being. She grinned as he slipped his feet from the coffee table, listening to her subtle warning. Annie was a neat freak, always had been and always would even when she was dead. She liked a clean house it made her feel good about herself and helped her think. Though, being dead didn't necessarily mean she had to constantly think about anything in particular since she really appeared to take everyday as it came. She just liked order and these people living here were not at all tidy, organised or clean. On some level, she saw it as helping them out on the other...they were annoying. "Duly noted..." Annie smiled, nodding as if being grateful for the co-operation. When the TV started spazzing out, Annie looked a little embarrassed. This was one way to tell that she was really out of tune, she had no idea how to contain herself and all of this worked her nerves a little. She was excited, curious and all around troubled by not only his presence but simply still having to accept that she was dead. She introduced herself, extending her hand out to him before recoiling it. Clearly, she had forgotten once more that touching was off the cards..Annie was going to have to take some getting use to all of this. Suddenly he reached out and took her hand, Annie flinched at first, a little frightful as to what could happen but then realised that he could actually touch her. This shocked her, more so then seeing him for the first time and rather then just her eyes popping open, her mouth fell agape. She wasn't sure what she expected, maybe an ice cold feeling or just to pass through him but for a split moment it was as if she was alive again. She hadn't felt anything, not since she'd been dead. The odd once or twice when someone passed through her, she'd get that nauseas feeling hence why she didn't allow herself to do it often but this was no feeling like that. It was a feeling that she got when living, comforting almost. "I'm Matt... It's nice to meet you Annie..." He said. She remained silent, staring at him. Annie quickly recoiled, pulling her hand from his and grabbed him tightly. The blonde hugged him fiercely, wrapping her arms tight around him and scrunching her eyes really tightly closed. She didn't say anything, and simply basked in the feeling. She felt relief, comforted and a little bit of peace just to remember how this felt. Sure, a hug from a stranger was nothing alike a hug from a loved one but just to feel something was good enough. After a moment she let go, Annie took a step back and offered an almost apologetic grin "Sorry. It's just been a very long time. I kind of needed that." She joked "So, are you from around here?" She asked him. Word Count: 700+ Comments: rwar Mood: Outfit: Here |
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Post by Matt Callahan on Apr 8, 2012 0:02:28 GMT -5
Matt Callahan
Matt Callahan liked to wander. When he wasn't trying to figure out how he died... Matt liked to explore. Sure, they said curiosity killed the cat... But Matt liked to see new things. He liked to go places he'd never been before. The young man liked to open his horizons and see what the world had to offer. Just because he was dead, didn't mean that he couldn't have fun. The young man liked to roam free and see new things. Matt enjoyed living in the moment. Sure, he wasn't technically able to "live in the moment," but that was really just semantics. Matt ignored it all for the most part and focused solely on enjoying the afterlife that he still had. Matt didn't know what lay in wait for him in the afterlife... But the one thing he did know was that aside from trying to figure out how he had died... Matt was going to enjoy himself.
The young man found himself in a young family's home. A young couple lived in this home with their young daughter. Matt figured they were nice. When they'd gone out, Matt found himself lounging about on their couch. He was watching television and focusing on Bea Arthur when something caught his attention... Or rather, someone. The young man knew that she was a ghost... But it was pretty clear that she didn't know that he was a ghost. Matt had decided that it was in his best interest to have a little fun with this one... If you didn't have fun and enjoy the little things it made living that much more difficult. Matt surprised the young woman by speaking back to her. He knew that she must've felt as though she'd been hit by a bag of bricks.
Matt eyed Annie curiously as she spoke about being dead for a little under a year. As she asked him about himself, Matt smiled slightly. "A little under two years for me..." For a moment, Matt paused slightly as he raised an eyebrow. "You seem pretty... new... For someone who's been dead for just about a year..." Matt eyed Annie again as he stood up and looked her over once more. She didn't know that they could touch one another... Oh... This was going to be fun. Matt grabbed Annie's hand and she recoiled for a moment. Annie was at a loss for words as a wave of realization and shock washed over her. Matt couldn't help but to grin. The young man's smile grew wider as Annie hugged him tightly for a moment before taking a step back and apologizing. Matt smiled warmly as he stood there with Annie. "Don't be sorry..." Matt paused for a moment before continuing. "New York City born and bred... What about you?"
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