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Post by Alistair O'Connell on Jun 21, 2012 18:17:56 GMT -5
"Is this how ye treat all'ye tourists?" Ali questioned flatly, his Irish accent thick and uncanny. The young man was stood in the street, hands up in the air facing off two police officers pointing handguns at him. "Insanity!..injustice, that's what this is. I'm a human bein' I have rights.." He continued as the officers made way toward him, slowly forcing his arms behind his back before cuffing him. The young man whined, crying out in pain as he felt himself be forced against the cop car "This is assault! I'm gonna get you done for racism. I'm just a poor irish lad trying to make an honest livin', not hurtin anyone.." He added before being cut off "You set fire to the bus shelter" The cop interjected sternly. He had a point, but at the time Ali wasn't interested in backing down. Truth be told, this whole ability thing was harder then it looked..then again, right now he had no defence..it had been a purposeful act.
"Where's your proof?" He asked, wincing against the cuffs as he remained face down against the car. "Listen you little asshole, we caught you red handed now..do yourself a favour and keep that mouth of yours shut." The cop ordered, pulling him from the car. Ali had to think fast, thinking wasn't his forte. Standing upright he flicked his head back, hitting the back of his skull against the cops face. He heard his nose crunch against the impact before making a run for it.
Ali ran, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Being cuffed with your hands behind your back was a tricky situation, running was much harder because of the weight being forced to push forward. He felt as if he was going to stumble, but it didn't stop him. He continued to run, pushing through bodies in the street. He gained ahead, but the pigs began to chase him causing him to bolt quicker.
He screeched around the corner, barrelling into the street, narrowly avoiding being hit by on coming cars. Unfortunately, a glance back spelt trouble as Ali could no longer avoid a hit. A truck honked but before he could do anything...'WHAM'. Ali couldn't feel anything, he had no recollection of the event until he opened his eyes. Ali was laid out, naked on a cold slab. Darkness around him. He glanced around for a moment before lifting his hands upward feeling a wall. Searching the surface area he found himself in a small space and began to get a little wary.
The young man wriggled about, arms flailing at best before finally..freedom! The man gasped as he pushed his arms above his head and opened the top of his confinement. He was in the morgue, laid out on a cold slab. Thankfully he'd woken up just in time because had he waited any longer he could have found himself in some serious hot water.
Ali pulled the slab out, wheeling himself out by using his arms to wriggle from the small space. He took a deep breath and looked around the empty room "Holy balls..." he uttered. A real life morgue, it was much like the movies and stunk to high heaven. Not long after did Ali lift himself up. He used the white sheet to cover his dignity and began searching the place for his clothes. He couldn't very well run around stark bollock naked now, could he?
His clothes were gone, so a medical jacket would have to do. He raided a nearby locker finding some medical scrubs, a white jacket and some pumps. Sure, they weren't of his taste, but it'd do for now. Once dressed, he snuck his way out and hit the streets once more.
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Post by Matt Callahan on Jun 24, 2012 12:52:59 GMT -5
  Matt Callahan
Matt Callahan's life was was somewhat amiss. He was dead... And Matt didn't know why. He didn't know how he'd ended up a ghost... But c'est la vie... Here Matt was. Dead as a doornail. And stuck in limbo so to speak as well. Matt hadn't moved on. He hadn't gone to Heaven... And he'd certainly hadn't gone to hell... Though, there were days where he felt as though he was truly in Hell. Being a ghost was lonely. Matt kept to himself a lot. He relished in the few friends he did have of course... But they were far and few in between to be completely honest. Most days, Matt kept to himself. He thought about his family and what they might be doing. The young man wandered through his past life and tried to piece things together, little by little. Matt wanted to know how he had been murdered...
The young man didn't stress about it though. Matt didn't let the search for answers consume him. The young man didn't want to end up tortured. He'd seen the hell that ghosts had been through. The ones who had let their search for answers consume their very being. Matt didn't want to become one of those mindless beings who seemed to be on their last and final legs of existence. Matt refused to let that happen to him. The young man couldn't let himself become overcome with grief, anger and anxiety. So, the young man kept himself in check. Matt kept his emotions under control. The young ghost managed. He kept himself preoccupied most days. He kept up on current events... Stayed tuned into the sports he liked to follow. All sorts of things. Anything to keep his curiosity at bay.
However, there were days that Matt allowed his curiosity to get the better of him. There were days that he tried to find out what had happened. It was those days that Matt really felt as though he was getting somewhere... Moving towards something. The young man felt as though he was making progress. Beginning to understand what had happened to him. How he'd ended up dead and who had killed him... Today, Matt was backtracking. Walking through his old life. Trying to figure out the events that had led up to everything. He'd spent the majority of the day walking his way through the hospital. The one he'd been working at before his death. After a while, everything began to be too much for Matt. The young man made his way outside and onto the street. For a moment, Matt stopped and stood there. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down and relax. Even if just for the moment, Matt found that it could be soothing. As he opened his eyes, Matt came face to face with someone walking straight through him. Matt look bewildered for a moment as he spun on his heel to get a better look at the guy. He had wild hair, looked a little mangy and was wearing hospital scrubs. Matt raised an eyebrow for a moment before talking to himself. "Hell... They just let anyone work in that hospital nowadays don't they..."
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