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[fieldbox=Annabeth Stella Grace ❀, #D1BBE0, solid]
The male that Annabeth previously saw had been gone for hours upon hours and within that time she had already gone and greeted the neighbors with her parents. She did some more research before she gave up and searching for new bookshelves, some paint and wall decor to add to this room. She had to admit, she liked it, much better than her old house back home. It was much smaller, though she knew her father would do some construction soon but for now it was perfectly fine. Annabeth hummed softly as she searched through different books, adding them to a cart and then heading to check out. This was one of the little pleasures about her life, her mother and luckily her father, allowed her to buy as many books as she wanted as long as she promised to read them and then if she didn't like any of the books or didn't want them, she simply promised to donate them to a library. It made the family look good, that was why her father let her buy so many books, it made them look like they were a very caring family that was doing it for the greater good. Well Annabeth was, but her father had hidden motives.
By the time Annabeth had finished unpacking, placing all her books away, setting up her desk, making her bed, it was already night time. Her mother and father went out to explore the town, pick up dinner on the way and well they just left her. Which was fine by her, going out in huge crowds got to be a bit overwhelming so Annabeth didn't mind being by herself. She knew that she wasn't going to be going out at this time of night so instead she got dressed into her pajamas, a dark grey long sleeved shirt, along with a pair of shorts. She wasn't really getting ready for bed per say, but she always found comfort in her pajamas rather than her tight jeans or skirts, but it wouldn't look right if she wore pajamas in any other place than the house. So her father told her. Running a hand through her hair, she moved to sit down on her bed, gazing at the drab walls that needed to be re-colored and then the piles of books that sat in various corners of the room since they didn't fit on her bookshelf. Moving to lay down, the young teen gazed up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves, unwind and just get her mind to shut down. You see, the thing about Annabeth was that her mind was her worst enemy, and it was much worse than she let on. It told her thing she didn't want to hear, put her down and made her feel terrible, it didn't help that her ex-boyfriend was verbally abusive (sometimes physical) as well.
She wasn't really asleep and by now Annabeth could feel someone's presence, but she knew it wasn't her parents since they had left awhile ago. Opening her eyes, she turned to look at the male she saw previously and this time the wave of fear didn't wash over her. She simply sat up and moved to cross her legs, gazing at him with her electric blue eyes. Her ears searched his, looking for any signs that he could be telling her a lie but she saw nothing. That was something she had come to learn, to tell when someone was lying or not, her secret weapon and she used it against her ex-boyfriend all the time. Once the male had stopped talking, silence filled the house and Annabeth shifted in her spot uncomfortably before she reached towards her desk and picked up the newspaper, showing
Kylin. It had read that she and her family had bought this house, the 'haunted' house. It made headlines apparently. Honestly if she had to, she wouldn't mind leaving, but she wouldn't be going back to where she came from, not enough money in the world could get her to go back to that wretched place.
"I had never asked for you to leave, and I do not plan on it." She told her softly, her voice just above a whisper and her gaze flitting to her hands as she fiddled with them in her lap.
"My father wanted a....fresh look on life. That is why we are here and I do not plan to convince him." She added a bit later.
'For fear of what he may do or say if I disobey.' Annabeth had added silently in her head, not willing to admit that her father was a bit abusive sometimes. It wasn't to the extent that hit her all the time, but every once and awhile there would be a few good smacks, usually on her hands with a ruler, or sometimes he just took her by her shoulders and shook her carelessly. Annabeth shifted, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees as she looked at
Kylin before she quickly looked away. It was rude to stare. The questions that she thought of asking quickly faded into the back of her mind once more and she became silent. Why could she see him? Why could she hear him? Obviously after reading the article, she knew that he was dead, and she wondered if he was fully aware of it. Sometimes souls were left on the earth because they didn't have a proper burial, or there was something that was left unfinished in their life.
Kylin's life must have been like that, after all he died at the age of eighteen.
Truly, Annabeth didn't care where she lived as long as she didn't have to go back to Manchester, but her father, he cared all too much and there was no way she could convince him once he made up his mind, her mother was another story but even so sometimes her mom had a hard time. The silence that settled in started to become unbearable for Annabeth, not because she needed the silence to be filled with noise but because she was in a room with a ghost that no one else saw but her and she was pretty sure that she was going crazy.
'Cause you are going crazy...you're a loser and you're parents are going to get rid of you as soon as possible.' Her mind suddenly spoke up and Annabeth cringed at the harsh words that belonged to her. Honestly, if anyone was a big threat to Annabeth, it was her, but it wasn't like she could tell her father how she felt without him actually getting angry and telling her that she was just being dramatic. A small sigh escaped her lips as her gentle gaze met with the male's but just as quickly as she met his gaze, she looked away once more.[/fieldbox]
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[fieldbox=Seamus Austin Miller ♛, #008B45, solid]
He was calm, unlike the person he used to be. Over ten years, Seamus's personality had died down, he was no longer the loud and arrogant play boy he was. He had no one to talk to, nothing to be arrogant about, now he was simply someone who watched the world, watched as it changed and watched as things happened. He was silent, though the part that he used to be was still there, he just had no use to be loud or vibrant. How can you be the life of the party when your dead? You cant. Watching as the girl sat her alarm clock down, Seamus leaned against the wall as he waited to hear what she had to say, her thoughts, if she was going to go and trip down the stairs again. You never knew with humans, they were weird, confusing, and stupid. Something Seamus had learned within his third year of being a ghost and haunting this house.
He watched as she seemed to have given his words some thought before one simple word left her lips. No. It took Seamus a moment to process what she had said before the faintest of smiles had crossed his features. Kind of weird but that was the first thing that anyone had ever said to him, usually people just ran out screaming so this was refreshing. Besides this girl was pretty good looking he had to admit, and though he was a ghost, if she could see him he might as well use that to his advantage to get to know her.
"Correction love." He countered, a touch of his accent coming out as he uncrossed his arms and moved across the room with grace and ease, glancing over at the young female.
"My mum and pa bought this house way before you did. Sure they sold it, but the point is, this was my house far before it was yours." He stated simply as he moved to sit back on the window, flashing her a quick grin.
"Whatever though, I suppose that this house couldn't stay off the market forever, though it was quite fun to scare the living daylights out of everyone." He thought, blinking and looking over at her as she stood up. She truly was a beauty and for a second, Seamus's attention was directed towards her, feeling as she pulled him towards her. He wasn't sure if it was because he rarely got out of the house and so he never saw many females or if it was because she had the nerve to talk back to him, then again she was the only one that could see him, so that's kind of an automatic connection right there.
He was so lost in his own thoughts, that Seamus nearly missed her next question, before she quickly asked more questions, not even giving him a chance to respond.
"Geez, you're just a yapper, aren't ya?" He He questioned with a role of his eyes.
"Seamus Miller, and haven't you heard of the famous rumors about this haunted house?' He questioned as he jumped down and bowed before her.
"Well, the famous ghost is at your service." Seamus explained, laughing bitterly when she asked what kind of prank he was playing. Oh how he wished that this was a prank, that he was still alive and he could be alive, in his own home and not dealing with any of this. But ten years have passed by now and he's been stuck here for ten years, leaving sometimes to check on his parents and regretting every time since all he saw was their heart break.
"Trust me love, if this were a prank, I would've been outta here as soon as you arrived/" He told her, shoving his hands into his pockets and letting out a long sigh as he rocked back and forth on his feet. He liked this girl though, he liked that she challenged him, or that she didn't run out screaming when he slammed a few doors, maybe even broke a few picture frames. At least that's what most sane people do, run when things get creepy.
Upon hearing the threat of having the cops being called on him, Seamus rolled his eyes.
"Geez, if your father didn't see me, do you really think the cops will? You'll be wasting your time and making yourself look crazy." He stated as he leaned against the wall, watching as she dialed a number. It didn't matter to him, no one could see him except for this girl which still confused him very much. After all these years, after ten years of going unnoticed, this girl right here can spot him and she threatens to call the cops. Great. Seamus held up his hands upon her other question and shrugged her shoulders.
" Look I don't know anything of what's going on. All I know is that you're now living my house, and you can see me, but your father and sister cant. And my best bet is that no one else but you can see me." He stated, letting his gaze wander out the window and watching as the stars started to peek through.
He wished that he could answer her question, oh how badly he did. None of this made sense to him and though he looked calm, Seamus was kind of freaking out on the inside. Though it wouldn't do anything to freak out. Narrowing his eyes, he could see that the young female's mind was racing a mile a minute.
"Relax doll, You ain't dead. I am, but like I said, I don't know why you can see me. But your not dead an I highly doubt you'll be dying anytime soon." He commented with a lazy eye roll, before he looked back out the window.[/fieldbox]