October has just moved into a new house, in a new town halfway across the country from her former life, school and friends. She’s convinced she’ll spend the summer before her senior year alone, missing her friends and moping around the creepy old house her parents bought. Meeting the ghost occupying her house changes things. Kind of a paranormal/possible romance RP My character- October Age-17 Gender- female Personality- usually optimistic and friendly, if a bit introverted, but she's been sullen and closed off since she found out about her parents' plan to move. Always up for an adventure. Her sense of humor is sometimes dark or sarcastic and she's bisexual Appearance- ____________________________________ With a heavy thud, October dropped the last of her boxes on the floor of her new bedroom. She sighed and shook her head, the scowl that had been on her face all day barely softening as she looked around the room. Her parents had uprooted October and her younger brother from their lives a week ago, forcing them to move hundreds of miles away from the place they’d grown up in. And for what? A new job for her mother and this old, dilapidated house. While the rest of her family unpacked, the tall, fair skinned girl left behind the boxes in her room and wandered through the long hallways of the house. Probably the only good thing about this place was its size; October had a room in its own private corridor, with no one around to bother her. At the end of the hall was a door she assumed was another room but instead opened on a set of stairs- an attic, she thought with a small amount of curiosity. Ascending the stairs the floorboards creaked like they hadn’t been walked on in ages, and October was half convinced the stairs would fall through beneath her. Once she safely reached the top, she found herself looking at a dusty, crowded room filled with furniture and boxes; whoever lived here before obviously hadn’t moved all of their things out. She sneezed as the dust in the air floated around her and cautiously inched forward, half expecting a bat to fly down from the ceiling- or a ghost to appear, she thought amusedly. She knelt on the floor and opened on of the boxes stacked all over the floor, peering inside curiously only to find it was full of Barbie dolls- nothing interesting about that. The sound of the floor creaking and a soft shuffling noise drew her away from the box and she turned, looking everywhere at once in a moment of mild panic over the sound that had startled her.