Posts by tansyy

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[sup]Would you be interested in a bxg ghost x human plot?
The female would just be a ghost & the male would be human (or vise-versa if you would like). c:
If you don't mind, I want to play the female. If that's okay with you, of course!

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[sup]You can make your guy whoever you want. c:
Are we ready to make the thread or do you want to go in depth with the plot?

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[sup]Let's just go with the flow. Would you like me to create the thread or would you? uvu

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]I don't even remember the day I died. Or even how I died. I just knew that I was dead.

Whenever I thought of those moments, my mind went hazy and I was left with a blank image. It would have helped to know my earlier life but I didn't mind not knowing, just in case my early life was horrible, but a part of me wanted to know. I was in an internal war with myself, as weird as it sounded, even though I saw many wars. Well, sort of. On T.V., I saw many documentaries of them. Being dead did have its perks. I could float around nearly anywhere. I could even go through walls! I could travel anywhere in the world if I wanted to. The security detectors couldn't find my presence so I could go even without going through the security check! It was totally awesome!

I remember how one day, I went to China. It was pretty fun there except for the pollution. The lakes were very polluted but I knew that the government was trying their best to clean it up. I mean, they had to. Russia was pretty cool as well but the feud between Ukraine and Russia wasn't all that fun. Still, traveling became an interest of mine, no matter what was going on there.

Now I was staying somewhere else. In a person's house, to be more specific. I decided to rest there. What? Ghosts need rests too! We may not be alive but we had human characteristics. Heck, I bet that I looked like my old self! I never aged when I became a ghost so I was stuck at the age of seventeen. Never maturing physically. I had blonde-hair and blue eyes. The typical combination of hair and eye color. No one else could see that, though. Ghosts were hardly ever seen.

I was in the kitchen, just lounging around on the chair near the table. It was raining outside - raining a lot. It looked like a thunderstorm was going to occur due to the color of the sky. I sighed softly. I hate thunderstorms, even though they were useful at times. I hugged my knees to my chest, wondering how to pass the time. I wanted to stay in the house during the thunderstorm, even though lightening couldn't hurt me. I just hated them.

I would normally play pranks on the owners of the house but no one was here. It was 2:30, though, so school must have been over by now. Maybe the tenants didn't have kids. But I was certain that they did. I traveled into one of the rooms and by the looks of it, it belonged to a teenager. Trust me, I have seen many rooms that belonged to teens.

Let's just say that I saw a majority of the world during my dead "life."

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[sup]Here's the thread;; Clicky! c:
Sorry it took so long, I had to type it on my phone. xD

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup](Don't worry, he amazing! Hmm...how about you jump in with him coming back home from wherever? Maybe he could have the unknown ability to see and touch ghosts? It sounds cliche, I know, but I don't see this thread working without it. xD Then they would both freak out and then they would talk and all that stuff. c: But that's just a suggestion.)

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]At the sound of the thunderclap, I jumped up and out of my seat. Oh, how I despised the weather today. It was so scary and stupid. I glanced around the kitchen before moving about the house, thinking of ways to get my mind off of what was going outside. Maybe I could cause some mischief? Yes, that sounded fun. I just didn't know what to do. Being a ghost was sometimes boring. I might as well watch some T.V. instead. I mean, there was nothing else and by the looks of it, no one was going to be home for a while. Thunderstorms such as this caused traffic.

I grabbed the remote, switching on the T.V. More thunder rumbled outside but I ignored it, putting on the episode of my favorite show, Hell's Kitchen. I never got the chance to watch the new episode but now I did, and I was happy for that. After all, I wants to see who would get out. My bets were on Sandra. She don't know how to communicate. Wow, I sounded like a nerd but I didn't care. No one could hear my thoughts. Heck, they couldn't even see me! Everyone was scared of dying but I didn't know why. It was the time of my life!

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[sup]Thank you so much!
Anyways, I do not want to order anything at the moment but I am going to bookmark this shop if I ever need it later. c:

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]As soon as I heard the door slam rather loudly, I switched off the T.V. People coming home always ruined my show. Maybe I could trip whoever just walked in. Oh wait, I was a ghost. He would just go right through me as if I wasn't there. I actually hated that. I remembered back when I didn't think I was dead and actually went about my life as anyone would have normally done...well, that was back when I still Ha a fresh memory of what my life was before I died. I walked around, tried to interact, etc. However, no one answered back or even glanced at me. That was when I knew.

I stood up, fixing my long blonde ponytail before sitting back down, turning around to face the window behind me. It was still raining rather hard and the sky was a musty gray. I wasn't sure if the thunder was still there but I didn't want to find out. I could never sit in one place, that was for sure. I was basically fidgeting and moving around nearly everywhere. I wished that I could eat food. I want hungry at the moment but eating would have been a #1 hobby of mine. Lots of the humans had good food around. They were so lucky!

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]I paused for a moment, hearing the footsteps. Someone was home and judging by the sound of the footsteps, he was a male and alone. I have been around long enough to distinguish types of footsteps. I didn't want to move anywhere, though. Hm. I forced myself to stand up and walk right through a wall. His room was a little ways away from me. I don't know what I was doing, to be honest. I was probably just exploring the area. After all, I was sort of stuck here until the thunderstorm passed. I could always get out but I hated thunderstorms with all my guts.

I made it into his room, wondering what I could do here. I don't know that he was going up here so I thought that I could do nearly anything here. He couldn't be able to see me, right? Not even ghost hunters could! Ghost hunters didn't even know what they were doing most of the time.

/low muse & rushed

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]I jumped a little when he said that. That took me by surprise. Last time I checked, I was the only one in the room, so who was he talking to? He couldn't have said that to me, right? No one could see me! Maybe I should test something out before jumping to conclusions. "Can you hear me?" I asked in a testing tone of voice, silently hoping that he couldn't an that he was talking to something or someone else. Maybe he was speaking to himself. I just hoped that he wasn't talking to me. I couldn't have been brought back to life. Dead people's bodies were dropped underground in caskets. If I survived, then I would have suffocated. I was definitely dead. All I could do is hope that he didn't see me and was talking about something else, even though he looked like he was staring straight at me.

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]He can...see me. A cold feeling of dread gripped my chest and I had to force myself to stay calm. I have never interacted with a human for quite a while and it was a shock for me to have a living male speak to me as if I was alive. Maybe I should just go. However, I couldn't find the will to run. Thurber rumbled again outside and I hesitated, wondering what to say. "Err....my name's Emily. I came into the house by walking through the wall. Or door. Whichever you prefer." My voice was surprisingly unwavering. I was actually expecting to freak out; on the inside I was but on the outside, I was cool about it. That was a first. Maybe it came naturally from my early life. Maybe I was a social butterfly. Ew. I saw how popular people acted most of the time so I hoped not. He probably would believe that I was able to walk through walls but it was worth a try explaining. Anyways, I always could demonstrate if he asked.

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]Humanely impossible? What made him think that I was humane - living-wise? But I didn't voice my thoughts and instead focused on his threat about calling the cops. Normally I would have shrugged that threat off but now I was getting scared. If he saw me, who knew how many humans would be able to do the same? I highly doubted that only one guy was able to see me. I wanted to avoid trouble with the police, even though I could care less about what they did to me. I was already dead so they couldn't give me the death penalty or something. A life in prison? Yeah, good luck with that. As long as I was able to go through walls, I was able to escape from anywhere without any trouble.

"Alright, first thing's first. I'm dead. A ghost. Don't believe me? We can take a field trip to my tombstone. So far, you're the first human who has seen me." I say, knowing that I had enough evidence to prove that I was indeed dead. "Oh, can I demonstrate walking through walls? Please? It's really fun!" I then smile. Walking through walls was simple but at least I got the chance of impressing someone. The other ghosts all ignored me and thought I was too stupid to be one of them because of my age. Well, a majority of the ghosts I met were old timers, so I didn't expect much from them.

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sub]He was scared? He should check the look on my face because I was terrified. I don't know why, though. Maybe it was because I had minimal human interaction and here I was? Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't making me feel good. However, I tried to keep calm by saying, "Believe it or not, you're the first human who actually saw me. I don't know how but the rest can't see me. Or hear me. Or even know I exist." It was the truth and this male could either believe it or not believe it. Oh, speaking of him, what was his name? It wasn't fair that I told him my name but he didn't tell me his.
"Anyways, what's your name?" I asked, trying to change to a happier subject while I had the chance to. Not all ghosts were mean and scary.

Thanks for the track! c:

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]I shrug, "At least you're more special. I dunno, what do you want me to say about that?" I didn't know why I was suppose to do to make him feel better. I was a ghost, not a miracle worker. I didn't make anyone feel better. I don't even know why humans were so scared of ghosts. We were so nice and we don't bother them...most of the time. They probably listened to those stupid stories about ghosts being evil and stuff. We weren't. Shocker, huh? Trust me, I have watched Paranormal Activity, I know how people portray ghosts as. Demons are what they should be afraid of.

I leaned my back against the wall, careful not to drop into another room by accident. I still had to master that skill, after all. "So, how's life? Cool? Boring? Stupid?" I began a conversation just to ease some tension between us. I wasn't very talkative due to not speaking much to others but at least I was trying. Unlike this rude fellow here. I understood bad moods but he might as well try not to make it bad for the both of us, even though I was hardly ever in a horrible mood.

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TRIS PRIOR

[sup]I actually didn't expect to find Tobias anywhere. I was worried that I had accidentally shot him without knowing it, and that I would find out for the worst. I wouldn't be fully alone without him but then again, I would. I didn't know where my father was, nor my brother, and I had no idea whether or nor they were dead, so I would technically be alone. That thought didn't appeal to me at all but I couldn't help but think that. I had to have a back-up plan if nearly everyone I knew and loved died.

When I heard his voice, I couldn't believe it. I was so worried about him being dead. I didn't even think that this was a trick or something. It couldn't have been! That was the exact sound of his voice. Without even thinking, I turned towards him and ran, eventually embracing him with pure relief. The injury in my back hurt a little once I did so but I ignored it. The bullet only tore some tiny skin off there but it still bled like crazy. However, it managed to stop bleeding and I didn't lost enough blood to pass out, luckily.

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EMILY TOMPSON

[sup]Oh, that seemed horrible. I always underestimated how bad the life of a human can be. After all, I didn't remember anything from the time that I was alive, so I couldn't relate at all. But that sounded hard to deal with. "Oh...I'm sorry." I say in a small voice, unsure of what else to say. It wasn't like I could help him...or maybe I can. I was going to be staying here for quite a while. The storm was going to go on for a long time. Not three days but it certainly wouldn't pass in one. "Maybe I can help you! Not with the parents part but with the classes. I'm not sure if you're bullied or not but if you are, I would totally haunt them!" I couldn't help it. I actually liked speaking to this human, even though he seemed to be bored of me already.

I realized that I must have spoken too much on the topic and instead, I focused on his different topic. "It's fun most of the time but it gets lonely. There are other ghosts and all but most of them are old and all they do is sit around near their tombstones and complain about all I do. I mean, I could be standing there just breathing and they would call me a disgrace! It's actually pretty funny now that I think of it." I don't know why but I was so talkative. I've been keeping a lot of thoughts inside so it was good to let them all out.

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[sup]I would totally love to plot with you! What do you enjoy roleplaying? c:

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[sup]Wanna do a bxg roleplay? We'll each play a male and a female, of course.
Anyways, what are some of your ideas? I enjoy murder mysteries, skinny love plots, supernatural plots, etc. But I wanna hear your ideas as well! c: