you can't wake up {pafp} this is not a dream

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Your character (male) is the leader of a paranormal society, a well known society of a small group of people who investigate hauntings. Astrid is fairly new to the team, and her and your guy don't exactly...get a long. See your guy is extremely closed off, doesn't seem to open up to anyone, keeps to himself. The others on the team tell her it's because of something in his past, they don't really know what but they know enough about him to know something happened to him. (Up to you but, perhaps murder of his family, something like that to fit with the theme, why he is a ghost hunter? Etc).
Anyways, Astrid can barely get any kind of emotional reaction out of him, he's got this wall built up. Sometimes she'll get a smile or two out of him, a chuckle, but it's hard. Little does she know, your guy likes he constant pestering. The others leave him alone but, not Astrid. She gets under his skin, and he almost likes it, but still, they really don't get along. Astrid, despite the other team members telling her to leave him be, finds herself intrigued by him and develops a little crush.
Anyways, when the two of them go to investigate an abandoned mansion on their own before the rest of the team shows up, they get locked inside the house by the spirits inside, who proceed to mess with them and get in their heads, bringing out dark memories of the past, forcing them to experience their worst fears. The two learn more about each other than they ever thought possible, and grow close (maybe even begin to like each other romantically). They have to find some way out before they are both driven to insanity...

Notes Alright so, this is going to be kind of a difficult plot, so I'm going to need someone creative who will bounce ideas off the plot and help me out so I'm not the only one running the things going on in the haunted house. And of course, a back story for your character will help things out.
Second thing, I'd like to start out a little before they go to the haunted house, so the characters at least interact with each other, my girl sort of developing a crush on your guy, since every once in a while he'll show a shred of emotion towards her, something. But he will obviously open up more when they get to the haunted mansion.
In the beginning it would help if you could rp at least one other ghost hunting team member. I'll rp one or two as well.
I would like someone for the most part active. I'm on often and would like someone I can rp with a lot!
Lastly be semi adv to adv. I want to write paragraphs and if you can't handle more than one paragraph DO NOT JOIN.
alright now all you have to do is post a faceclaim and we can begin to roleplay! If you have any questions please ask.

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Hi! And nope go ahead!

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That's okay, I give you a starting post to bounce off of for later!

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Early to mid twenties. Young but adults.

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Okay I have the starting post ready if you want me to post it or wait for your fc?

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[Ooh nice!!]

It had been a while since I'd been in the ghost hunting business. When I was in high school, my friends and I would go around with our hand held video cameras and sneak into abandoned places. We'd video tape, record, pretend we were actual ghost hunters. We never really found evidence back then. After high school I went to school for computer science, learning about all kinds of technologies and what not. My boyfriend and I in college did actually ghost hunt, for people occasionally. However, the relationship...ended and I moved on with my life, working as a tech for a computer company for my first year after college. But then, there was an opening spot for a paranormal society, as both a techie and an investigator. I jumped at the opportunity, missing the thrill of hunting for evidence of ghosts. Oh I was definitely a strong believer of ghosts, the paranormal, other worlds. It fascinated me an I was eager to know more, soak up all the information I could. And I so...so badly wanted to encounter a ghost, talk to a ghost.
Anyways, I got into the little group of paranormal investigators. I still kept my tech job, part time, and then did the ghost hunting on the side. It wasn't exactly what I was expecting, since the lead investigator was so...stern. He was so closed off and emotionless, at least to me. I don't think I'd seen him smile once since I became part of the team, which has been about two weeks now. I've been part of two investigations since, mostly going over the evidence, and that's what I was doing now. We were all in the little office space, each of us going through the videos, audio, etc anything else we had to look through. It was tedious and usually took hours to go through it all. We were looking at stuff from an old asylum we investigated the other night. It had been so fun - I was partnered with Casey, one of the researchers on the team. He was a little quirky for my liking, brown spiky hair, square black framed glasses, blue eyes. He was cute but, definitely not my type, but at least he was good company. He gets scared pretty easily and it's the funniest thing I've ever seen, I can't help but scare him sometimes on investigations.
Casey was one of the investigators pretty welcoming to me. In fact most of the team was welcoming, except the head. He...didn't say much, we have only really ever spoken during interviews or when he's telling me to grab equipment. Casey tells me it takes a while for him to open up to people, get used to them, but even at that, he's not really too close with the team. It makes me curious, and I wonder about him sometimes, why he is the way he is, so boxed up.
I find myself staring at him now, instead of the video I'm supposed to be watching, and I shake my head, rewinding back a few minutes, before staring at the screen, with a sigh. Suddenly, something moves across the screen and I frantically rewind the video again and watch it at a slower frame. Shockingly, there's a shadow in the corner, lurking. I double check to make sure no one was in that room at the time or near it to make the shadow and I pull off the headphones, tapping Casey next to me. "I found something!" I exclaim and he gets up to stand behind me and watch. I wonder if the others will come over and see too.

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I've had a fascination for the paranormal world for as long as I could remember. When I was little, three or four years old, before the fire that killed my mom, I remember playing with the little boy who lived in the forest behind my house. My mom thought he was just an imaginary friend but, the little boy was real. Only when I was a little older did I realize he was a ghost. Once I grew up, I stopped seeing them, I guess just as most kids grow up and don't see the ghosts anymore. But then the fire happened, and my mom died. I frantically tried to contact her, to try to get her to come back to me as a ghost, come talk to me. But I never felt her presence. After she died, I went and lived with my father and his other family, and I grew up like that up until now, at twenty two with my own apartment. I still try and talk to my mom, try to get her to show her presence, but she's probably fully crossed over.
Wen everyone came over, I glanced up at Riley when he whispered to Aster, asking him if there was something else there. I had been told he saw things, things we didn't, and of course I believed that. It's an amazing gift to have, but...when it comes to evidence, relying on him was hard. People like hard evidence, like videos and EVPs. When Aster came over and pushed my chair away I gave him a small glare, but let him move me as he made his way closer to the screen, checking out my video evidence. He pointed to a different area of the video and I squinted my eyes, leaning closer to the screen - to him. "So the veteran isn't the shadow?" I asked in confusion, and rewound the thing again. I wish I could see what he was seeing. "What's it doing?" I also questioned, wanting to understand further what he was seeing.

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I frowned again as he moved her hand out of the way. She knew he had to so she could see but, still he could have asked. His touch though, made her skin tingle the slightest and she moved her hand to her lap with her other one as she sat back and watched him analyze the scene, him seeing something we didnt. I found myself staring at him instead, not the screen as he described what was happening. I shook my head though, when he asked questions, asked us if we saw how the shadow was cowering. "I can't really tell it's a he, Aster. It's just a blob. But I guess it's sort of crouching," she shrugged and narrowed her eyes as she tried, somehow, to gain Aster's ability to see this soldier.
Casey was tapping his pencil against his face as he nodded along with Aster, and he jumped a bit when he was asked to figure out where this was. He looked at the screen for a moment, looking at the sides of the camera screen to determine which camera it was, and he grabbed the list that said where each was set up. "This was uh...one of the sitting areas of the asylum. Like a social room, where the inmates would sit around, socialize, or not, read," he explained.
"Why would a veteran soldier be intimidating to this shadow? You can't see what the shadow is?" I piped up again. Unfortunately we couldn't exactly use this evidence that Aster was coming up with, we'd just have to deal with what everyone else could see - just the shadow. "Casey check for any EVPS at this time," I said, and gave him the time of this particular moment. We had a recorder in the room was well. I knew it was usually Aster's job to order them around but, maybe a voice phenomenon could help us figure out what was going on. Casey rolled back over to his computer and slipped on headphones, searching for the audio.

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I busied myself with writing down what was going on at this time in the video, documenting it like I documented anything else I found. He pulled a chair over and slid into my station, and I felt his knee brush against mine, staying there. My attention turned back to him, wondering if he even realized what he'd done, but he was working on zooming in on the screen, oblivious. He drove me absolutely mad sometimes, and I sighed, continuing to finish the sentence I was writing. I didn't move my knee.
Only did I glance up again when Riley exclaimed that he saw the veteran, in a confederate uniform, and my eyes bounced back up to the screen. "Oh my god," I said, the figure now there in focus, and I did see the uniform. This was...I had never seen something like this before. Aster...was a lot more mysterious than I thought. Aster asked if Casey found anything and I turned to the guy next to me, intently listening to the audio. I tapped his shoulder and he looked up, clearing his throat. "There's something. I think I can make out a "go away" but the rest, it's hard to understand. It's very quiet, no matter how high much I isolate the sound," he took off the headphones and handed them to Aster, the cord more than long enough to reach him. Made sense, giving him the headphones. If he was that good at seeing the ghosts, maybe he could hear them too. I stared back at the screen, amazed at what was there, but then I returned my attention to Aster, to see what he could hear.

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Everyone was pretty much staring at Aster, waiting on what he was hearing. At least it was an excuse to look at him now. Anyone, man, woman, whatever, they'd all admit he was pretty attractive. But the fact I was even looking - it was foolish and stupid. First, he was my boss, and second, he wouldn't give me the time of day. And anyways the last relationship I had...I honestly didn't ever want to think about what happened ever again. It slipped into my head sometimes, like now. God I had already been through enough therapy to make myself sane again - I couldn't go back down the road of letting the ptsd drag me down into a pit of darkness.
Aster saying my name, asking where I was brought me back to the present and I tilted my head to look at him in confusion before I realized he was repeating what the recording said. I gave Riley a look, like "really?" When he pointed out I was right there. No crap, Riley. His expression was pretty funny though, him being all scared. I looked at a Casey, him too, they all were freaked out, and Aster looked shocked himself. "Okay so? The ghost said my name. That's awesome," I said, smiling a bit, glancing at the screen again. "Casey, you and I had been in that room half an hour before this apparition appeared. This means this in an intelligent spirit, interacting with us. That is SO cool," I explained to them.
Casey stood up from his chair and clapped his hands together. "Yep I'm freaked out, break time for me. Who wants pizza? Riley?" he asked, as he adjusted his glasses and disappeared out of the room, phone in hand.