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I found this prompt and I kinda wanna do an rp so let's go

You always thought of death as just a vast nothingness, a rest that was eternal. When you actually die, however, you find that this isn't the case at all. You wake up—exhausted—and realize that you're still on Earth. You're incorporeal, and no one can see or hear you. You are a ghost. You get over the shock quickly enough, and then boredom sets in. In fact, you're absolutely out of your mind with boredom. Years and then decades pass as you roam the streets. One day, many years after you first awoke to this pitiful excuse of an afterlife, someone looks at you—not through you, but at you. Then he speaks. He can see you. You're determined to know why. As you get to know him, for the first time in ages, you feel love.

So I'll be the human dude. You're the ghost. There's not much else to it. We'll start at the scene where I see the ghost for the first time, and go from there. Lemme lay down a few ground rules.

  • No slurs, but curse all you want cuz you know I will
  • I'd like at least 4 or 5 sentences per response, and a good amount of detail.
  • Use grammar. I don't care if you spell like one word wrong cuz you're the Usain Bolt of typing, but punctuation exists.
  • If you have any ideas, tell me. Communication is key in collaborative storytelling.
  • If things get steamy we go to the DMs because 12 year olds

@Calanthe

(Sure!)

(Here are two from two different rps, my posts aren't normally this long tbh, it'[s been a while, but they range from long to shorter)

(Graham chuckled a little bit, "I can certainly understand that. But I wouldn't take it from you, after all, wouldn't that be rude? I have more than enough for myself, so why horde? Especially if you enjoy it this much, or anywhere near as much as I do, which I must admit is quite a lot." He said with a smile, acting a lot less like his normal, sort of snobby self. "But about the boys, I do agree that perhaps it isn't the best idea to have them caught, at least with my hand in it. I can see how that would be traumatizing, and earn me another enemy. Which at the moment, is the last thing I need. Because currently, I have you, Storm, and practically every civilian and hero in the city." His smile turned into a frown as he thought about what he had said, "Oh wow, I didn't realize how many people in this city actually hated me. . . Oh well, I hate most of them back, so I guess the feeling is mutual." He took another sip of his apple juice, a smile on his face once again, "I'm glad you enjoy it, I had been work-shopping it for a while, kind of just using it as a hobby, but when I destroyed your bike I decided that it was time to that bike to good use. Have you figured out all the features yet? I added some with your specific powers in mind, but I'm going to tell you how to find them, that's for you to do yourself." He smiled with the satisfaction of his hard work and started to think about something else he could possibly invent. Maybe a bike similar to the one he made for Asher?)

(Then he heard Asher's voice bring him back to reality. He looked over at the other boy and sensed that perhaps he was feeling guilty or something of that nature. "You don't need to feel guilty for what you've done to me. It isn't your fault that I decided to use my powers for evil. Well, I'm not using them for evil, I'm using them for I think is right, if that makes sense. I'm having my own sort of fun and playing jokes or whatever against the people who control this city. I'm doing my own thing, and so are you. You shouldn't feel guilty for doing what you believe is right, as you can see the other hero's don't. They think that we're the bad guys, that we're scum, and if in their eyes that's true, then in their world and in their conscience it's true." He stopped and took another sip of his juice, "Does that make sense? If you're doing what you believe is right, then you're not doing the wrong thing. At least, in your mindset, you aren't doing anything. So, if you truly believe that I am a villain, then you shouldn't feel bad for beating me up or whatever." He said with a sigh, "Although I will probably sound like a masochist or whatever, I don't exactly mind the beatings or whatever, I've sort of gotten used to the pain and the threats. I don't know how many times you've threatened to either drown me or freeze me, and of course, there are the other heroes who have actually attempted it, so I think you're fine." Then, when he fell silent, he realized how weird that must of sound, "Wait, no no, I mean, well, in my opinion, you're not as bad as the other heroes here, so if anything you can stay the others can leave." Then, he sort of got an idea, "If it makes it any easier, perhaps I could possibly try being not as bad of a bad guy? I mean, although my body is somewhat used to the beatings, I can't go on like this forever." His eyes lit up as the idea he had been trying to grasp at finally formed in his mind, "What if we tried to take down Storm together! After I heal up of course.")

(His usual smirk of self-satisfaction reappeared on his face as he waited for Asher's response, Maybe I just solved this problem, actually no I solved two, and if this works three, and if all of this comes together possibly four, and you know what? What if I solved all of the problems in the world? What if I just solved world hunger!?!!? He shook his head a little bit, thinking about the last one, No, that might be pushing it a little bit, but if it works, who knows! Then he looked down at the plate of food, realizing that he hadn't eaten too much of it, "Oh, uhm, you don't need to worry about that, when I finish, I'll clean up after myself, or at least I'll try too. I don't really eat too much, to begin with, so I don't want you to have to wait for me once everything is done. That wouldn't be fair to you, to have to wait on me hand and foot, especially since I'm not in the hospital, and you're not being paid for any of this." As he studied the boy's body language and words, he got the feeling that he wasn't alright, and was still thinking of himself in the wrong. So with all the strength he had, he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to him. Wincing in pain, and biting his lip to keep the grunts of pain to himself, "Asher, please don't feel bad about what has happened, or what you did. You were trying to protect yourself, and your identity and that's alright. I scared you, and I really should have left you alone. Please don't think that you aren't the hero, to most of the people in this city, you are on of the top tier heroes, and you should continue to think of yourself in that way, at least in my opinion, you should.")

(Adelia awoke late the next morning to a knock on her door. She stretched a little bit, mumbling a quiet, "One moment," before pulling on her dressing gown. I wasn't expecting any visitors, and the performance isn't until this evening, I do hope it hasn't been canceled, or that I've been removed from this performance. I know that Victoria has been complaining about me a bit, and well, she is a much better singer. The girl thought with a sad sigh, tears filling her eyes as she began to walk to her door. Pulling her robe tighter around herself, she opened the door, only to see the mistress of the house at her door. "Adelia, you've been sent a note from the opera house, you're to come in a bit early this morning.")

(The woman nodded, taking the note from the woman, before glancing up from her, "Mrs. Griffiths, the not has been opened." The landlady just gave a shrug, before walking off. Sighing once more, Adelia closed the door behind her, before turning away and getting dressed for the day. She sat down at her dressing table before looking herself over in the mirror, then pulled out her hairpins. She preferred to let her hair loose and hang by her waist, but the "fashions" required a woman's hair to up and pinned, as Mrs. Griffith loved to say, "A woman must no be seen out without her hair pinned up, it's simply improper to not do so." Well, the woman loved to deem anything that she wouldn't do as improper, accenting the sentence with a sniff at the end, and although that could grow a bit tiresome she was kind and loving, and she never truly bothered Adelia, besides reading her letters from suitors or other things.)

(Once she had gotten dressed for the day, she went downstairs for breakfast and was glad to see that Mrs. Griffiths had made sure there was a plate left for her. She didn't exactly want to be around the other girls today. Most of them were friends of Victoria, and well, they disliked her because the other girl did, and so she tried to avoid them as much as possible. She quickly finished her food, before going back up to her room, cleaning up a bit before heading out towards the opera house.)

(Since rehearsals didn't start until much later, Adelia decided to go window shopping, browsing from window to window, admiring the dresses and hats on display in the windows, before eventually going into one of the shops to try on one of the hats, after a few minutes of turning it this way and that, she held it in her hands looking down at it. This hat was gorgeous, but she didn't have enough money for it. The shopkeeper quietly approached her, saying that he would be able to hold on to it for a little bit so that she could perhaps purchase it at a later date. Smiling she hugged the man, thanking him for that, about to leave when she saw Victoria and a few of her friends enter the shop. Seeing the hat in Adelia's hands, she snatched it away from her, "What do you think you're doing trying on a hat like this, it's a shame to see you think that you can afford things like this. This type of thing only goes to leading ladies, like me." She said, trying the hat on before, waving the shopkeeper over, "I'll purchase this hat, sir." She said, her voice so sweet and kind.)

(Adelia watched silently before exiting the door and walking down towards the opera house. She tried to fight back her tears as she entered the building, rushing to her dressing room dabbing them away. Once she had regained her composure and was dressed in her proper theater attire, she headed towards the headmistress's room, knocking on the door.)

@Calanthe

Name: Cedric Hale

Age: He died at the age of 29, but at this point he has been dead for about 196 years

Gender: Male

Sexuality: In life he considered himself straight, but now that he has passed her has found himself to be attracted to men more than women.

Appearance: This contains an image of: Girls and gays, Logan Lerman is no longer Percy Jackson. He is now Percy Blow-Out-My-Back-Son, and we need to go buy Plan B. STAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Personality: In life, he was definitely a good deal more serious than who he is in death. In death, he has no responsibilities, no worries, nothing, so he has found that he loves to irritate the living. Either by scaring, haunting, or simply moving things around, he has found ways to enjoy himself, as well as travel the earth. Here as a ghost, he can do as he pleases and has found that freedom lovely, as well as sad, since he quite alone, aside from the other host he may meet from time to time.

Backstory: TBA

@AAA_Batteries

Name: Niklas Swindle
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: https://picrew.me/shareImg/org/202206/1414503_2kZOa9xs.png (sorry for picrew I write cartoons)
Personality: LOVES to travel, from Berlin, to New York, to Paris, to wherever. He's outgoing, loving to conversate with the locals of whatever city he's in. He never settles in one place for long, only staying for two months at the most. He loves to solve mysteries, making them up even when there are none. So when he started seeing a man that nobody else could, he was thrilled.
Backstory: I'll explain later.
Other things worth noting: He always carries a camera around, and has at least 300 photos in it.

@Calanthe

After Cedric's death things had most definitely changed for him. For starters, the man was dead, but as well as that, he was stuck to roam the face of the earth for eternity. It had always been quite a loathsome thing to him, but now he had somewhat come to terms with it. This night -having grown bored with the young couple he had been haunting- decided to take a walk around the city. It was dusk and the roads were almost empty, just as he liked it too. Not having people around was always a nice thing, although it was not as though they noticed him. Still, the nights were always a nice time for him to go out. As he walked along, he gently kicked at a pebble, ignoring the fact that it practically barely moved because of him. I wish I could at least be somewhat normal in this state…

@AAA_Batteries

Niklas loved Berlin. It was his hometown, and he knew almost every street corner. He tried to visit at least once a year, but it was difficult since he always traveled. Tonight, though, he had decided to emulate his teenage years, when he had gone to his park late at night, sat on a bench, and spoke to the stars. It felt comforting, to see them again. It was like meeting an old friend. He looked around, across the park, another man was walking among the fields, a loneliness in his eyes. Niklas spoke softly, unsure if the man across the park could even hear. "Hallo. Ich spreche heute Nacht zu den Sternen. Warum bist du so spät hier?" He smiled, and signaled for him to sit next to him on the bench.