Ghost Everywhere! (Open)

[Akito Himagi]

What appeared to be a lone girl sat in the corner of the student lounge. It was a peaceful evening, as the sun was starting to set. The little bit of orange light that came in through the windows was enough light for the girl to read. The conditions for her to have a calm and relaxing day were almost perfect except for one thing. Spirits sitting all around her on the couch, talking to her nonstop about useless topics. This annoyed her quickly, but she was to shy and nice to say anything to them. After all, they were always there for her. She couldn't just be rude to her only friends. As she read a particular spirit whom Akito had a little crush on sat next to her, putting his arm around her. She laughed, blushing a little. "Hey, stop I'm trying to read! I have enough distractions at this school, you should not be one of them." To other's eyes it would look as if Akito were talking to air or herself, yet she didn't care. She was not one to care about other people's judgement or opinion of her as they were not important to her, so she carried on her small talk with the spirits, having given up on reading at this point.

[Quinn Slater]

A girl stormed in to the student lounge, the smell of smoke clinging to her clothes. Before meeting her, one might think that her signature low-cut, translucent white tank top would be the thing to stand out. Or, maybe even the tattoo or the leather bracelets around her wrist. However, with one quick glance, anyone would say that the blue hair stood out like a flower in a field of green. Well, a very, very rebellious flower. And, for some reason, the little flower that was Quinn had decided to grace the lounge with her presence. In other words, she’d come to fucking own the place and the people in it.

She picked her target of interest fast. There was a girl in the corner, petite in shape. Quinn compared her to Snow White with her pale complexion and thin, boney structure. Yeah, she fit the Disney princess standards. Though, Snow White didn’t have white hair, and she didn’t wear Goth crap. Quinn couldn’t help but challenge that style. Who the fuck wanted to look like some vampire? She even tugged at the gun shells hung around her neck as if they were being threatened by even being near such articles of clothing. Quinn took great pride in what she wore, not that it was extravagant or anything. However, it was an understatement to say that the girl was just ‘weird’ with her clothing choices.

Why? Well, because the girl was also bat shit crazy.

The blue-haired girl paused when she first heard her. She was used to the overall noisiness of the school, but it wasn’t all that common for her to hear people talking without responses from anyone else. So, she couldn’t help but stop and stare for a moment, eyes scouring the air around the Goth to try and see whom the girl was talking to. She was unsatisfied to find that there didn’t seem to be anyone. If there was, Quinn was confident that her eyes would’ve been able to pick it up. She was pretty good at being observant. After all, as a photographer she needed to be. So, she first approached the table with hesitant steps. She didn’t know what the fuck was up with the girl. Soon, though, she seemed to make a decision and shrugged, gait shifting to one with more confidence.

Quinn welcomed herself to the table without even asking, plopping herself down on the chair in front of the girl and leaning back. Her demeanour of nonchalance returned and she pursed her lips. Soon, it evolved into tapping her fingers against the table. She’d only been on the island for a month or two, but she couldn’t say she’d ever seen something so weird. She tilted her head as the girl whispered to herself, before snorting. “I hope you don’t mind, Bella,” she started, but there was little to no authenticity in her voice. She didn’t ‘hope’ the girl did anything, nor did she actually care. “But, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

[Akito Himagi]

Akito hadn't noticed that anyone else had entered the lounge as she continued speaking to the spirits. Though this was all interrupted when a girl started talking to her and the spirits vanished. She let out a sigh. Couldn't she talk to her friends in peace? First reading wasn't an option and now this girl had interrupted her conversation. She looked over to the girl. "Uh who the hell is Bella? And I was simply talking to my friends who have passed on to the afterlife. I mean I was until you sat down considering they disappear if a living person talks to me."

Though as she looked at the girl she couldn't help but notice the blue hair and the odor of cigarettes that clung to her. Akito deduced that she was probably one of those rebellious types that were always looking to break rules. She figured that if she did somehow befriend the girl that her time with her wouldn't be boring, so she decided to give the girl a chance and possibly befriend her. "So uhh...just so you know my name is Akito, not Bell. If you wouldn't mind me asking since you decided to speak to me first and I gave you my name, may I know your's?"

This girl probably thought Akito was crazy. If she did and decided to leave Akito didn't really care since if that happened she would just go back to talking to her spirits. All she hoped is that the girl didn't decide to be a bitch to her and call her crazy and be rude to her. As long as she was either friendly or left Akito would be fine. Though Akito remembered the fact that there was the Prefect lounge right next to the regular lounge, just through some secret door that she didn't know how to open. All she'd have to do is yell for them and they would be able to stop the girl, so either way Akito felt secure and figured that she would be safe. "Also, I couldn't help but notice your blue hair. It's really pretty. I mean I don't know a lot of girls who can pull off the short hair look or having blue hair, but you manage to do both."

[Quinn Slater]

Quinn hadn’t expected the other girl to be such a goddamned bore. Even after Quinn had finished, she gave little to no reaction apart from a heavy sigh. The photographer crossed her arms, glancing the other up and down with her eyebrows arched. The white-haired girl didn’t see judgmental, though, and at least she could handle herself; maybe Quinn had underestimated the petite little thing. She looked again. The Goth’s eyes were a deep blue, resembling an endless ocean that reminded Quinn much of her own. On the lid, there were thousands of tiny dark dust particles which all made sure that when you looked at the girl, the eyes were the first things you saw. The idea of make-up was to make people more perfect, but it was far from flawless to Quinn’s eyes. The other girl’s lips were smothered in a white paste, which the rebellious teen cringed at, but it matched the snow-y hair. Quinn soon identified that as natural; there didn’t seem to be any traces of colored hair near the roots. It was always weird how the mutations fucked with that shit. Intrigued, the blue-haired teenager began paying more attention to her with her other senses, too. That was a mistake.

Every little sound the girl made as she smacked her lips together sent another shiver down Quinn’s spine, and her mouth tugged in to a grimace. All of the sudden, even her clothes felt like sandpaper rubbing against her skin, and her hair like tiny needles poking into her neck. The stinging clarity was more painful than it was beneficial, sometimes. She shut her eyes, pouring her attention into the other’s words rather than anything else. The photographer waved her hand in dismissal as the girl questioned the reasoning behind calling her ‘Bella’, before dropping her arm back to her lap. It wasn’t important. She let the girl finish talking, and the corner of her lips pulled into a small smile at the flattery. “The name’s Quinn.”

The blue-haired girl cracked her eyes open, brows arched. A silence fell between them for a second. The photographer leaned forward, wrinkling her nose as reluctant creaks erupted from the chair. Her eyes narrowed. “So, you speak to the dead, eh?” She rubbed at the hinge of her jaw, pausing, before shrugging. “Fits your whole Goth theme, I guess.” Quinn rested on the back of her chair again, her necklace growing heavier the longer she thought about Akito speaking to the dead. A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. “What the hell kind of spirit lingers around a shithole like this, though? Surely there are better places.” Sharp eyes scoured Akito’s expression for any reaction. And yet, Quinn couldn’t help but be distracted by the clicking of shoes around and the sound of laughter. She groaned, raising her hands to her temples to fight off an imminent headache. “Whatever.”

[Akito Himagi]

She smiled, looking at the girl that she had just found out was named, or at least called, Quinn. "Well that's a pretty name." She looked down at her outfit, which consisted of a black sweatshirt and black jean. "Oh, I just dress like this cause I like black. She then thought for a moment about her question. "I mean I don't know...maybe spirits who were close to someone who is now here or possibly some people who have died on the island. I'm not really sure why some of them stay here, but they do." She then laughed to herself as she thought about something. "I wish I could be like that girl on that one show Ghost Whisperer or whatever it's called since she can help them move on."

Akito then went quiet, hoping she hadn't just annoyed the girl with her rambling. This girl seemed alright. She was the cool type, obviously not giving a shit about what people thought of her, an attitude Akito had also recently taken on. "So what do your gifts consist of? I mean, you don't have to tell me, just thought I'd ask." Akito was always wary about asking people about their gifts since some would get upset and think she was trying to find out their weaknesses. Not that it'd do her any good since Akito honestly knew she couldn't fight for shit and would probably die in the first fight she really got to, that was if she got into one. She sat quietly, waiting for Quinn's answer and hoping that she wouldn't get upset over the question.

[Quinn Slater]

Rubbing at her temples, Quinn pulled her knees towards her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. The red specks that swirled on her lids occupied her interest for a few moments and she focused on the ever-changing shapes. The sound of the bustling lounge quieted, and she inhaled the smell of smoke clinging to her clothes. It calmed her, despite leaving her craving for more. Her toes curled in her shoes as the girl's voice reached her ears, eyebrow twitching with the enunciation of each syllable. "Thanks," she muttered, though her voice lacked sincerity. The girl didn't stop though, and the more she talked the more Quinn's patience wore thin. She needed another cigarette. With that thought, her eyes snapped open and her piercing gaze scoured the crowd around them, searching for a glimmering prefect badge. Satisfied, her feet dropped back to the floor and she returned her perpetually bored look to Akito as she pushed open the window next to them. She shifted seats to the one closer to it, and pulled a cigarette package out of her back pocket.

"I was thinking more Sixth Sense, y'know?" she proposed, tapping the container open. "Anyways, any'un ever told ya' you talk a lot?" she murmured through the cigarette now sticking out of her mouth, working to light it. She let the comment hang in the air for a moment, inhaling deeply from the cigarette before holding the stick between her fingers. Revelling in the looks she was shot from around the lounge, she adopted an amused smirk. Her eyes twinkled, a hope forming that a prefect might come over and try to convince her to leave the lounge. However, this desire soon dissipated as she began to relax, leaning against the back of the chair. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the question posed to her by Akito lingered. It was far from difficult, but she had found pleasure in leaving the girl unanswered for so long. Quinn pulled the smoke to her lips once more, taking a breath and exhaling as she spoke. "For one, I've got some enhanced senses. Suppose I could tell you what some pricks are talking 'bout in the forest," she jabbed her chin towards the window, "if I really felt up to it." She tugged her cigarette from her mouth and leaned into her left hand. "Can make things come to life, too, kinda. From photos. I'm no necromancer though, yeah, so I can't stuff your friends back in their bodies." Quinn pressed her lips together for a moment. If this kid could talk to the dead...her eyes narrowed, but little else expressed her discomfort.

"You a big reader?" she proceeded soon after, gesturing with evident nonchalance towards the book between them. She glanced it over for a moment, scowling at the words. "I can be your worst nightmare, too." A mischievous smirk tugged at her lips, and, on cue, the ink rose from the pages of the playbook laid in front of Akito. It hung in the air for a few seconds, before dropping back on the page and soaking into the pages in an ink blot. "Was a boring play anyways. Not that I read it, but it's a Shakespearian romance - from a goth, nonetheless? I'm disappointed; I expected you'd go for Twilight." With a satisfied grin, Quinn propped her feet up on the chair opposite from her and took another long drag on the cigarette. Her fingers tingled with the gentle heat emanating from the embers and her sharp tone of voice softened. "What about you, love? Apart from talking to the dead - that is, if you got anything else."

[Akito Himagi]

Akito quickly went silent as Quinn commented on her large amount of talking. Akito knew she talked a lot and had tried to keep it under control, but sometimes she couldn't. Her hand moved up to her hair as she started twirling the ends of her hair on the right. This girl made her nervous, as Akito didn't know what her intentions were. She looked up at the girl. "Oh...I mean I'm never one to spy or listen in on people when they don't know I'm there...though making things come to life seems cool. Bet you could scare people with it."

Akito then watched as Quinn lifted the book's ink off the page and ruined it. She let out a sigh, not irritated at the girl for ruining the book, but more so for her getting the genre wrong. "Romeo and Juliet is more of a tragedy than romance since it's all about a guy trying to bang a thirteen year old girl. Anyways in the end most of the characters are dead or depressed." Akito's face then showed extreme annoyance when she mentioned Twilight. "Eh, that book is all about some indecisive bitch who thinks she's special. Wish she would've died in it." Akito didn't know why, but she just hated that book. She knew she had just talked a lot and rambled again, though she was sort of hoping that Quinn may get annoyed enough to leave.

Her thoughts were constantly interrupted by the smell of cigarette smoke constantly hanging around them as Quinn smoked. Akito liked how Quinn had moved over to the window, though the girl figured that this wasn't to keep the smell or secondhand smoke away from the others, but rather to just keep herself from getting caught smoking. She then sat quietly for a moment before answering Quinn's question as she didn't want to talk to much again. "Oh uh...I can touch an object and see the past of the last person who touch it..." She kept her explanation short to try not to annoy the girl. Seconds ago Akito has wanted the girl gone, but for some weird reason she was starting to like the girl's company, or perhaps it was just that Akito was enjoying to someone who wasn't dead.

Akito wanted to ask more about Quinn so she could possibly get to know the girl more, but she figured Quinn seemed like the type of person to not like conversation much and would rather sit around and smoke with someone than talk. She let out a sigh, standing up for a moment and heading over to the vending machine. She looked back at Quinn. "You want something? I'll pay." She stood there for a moment and got her own drink, and would get Quinn something if she accepted her offer. Afterwards Akito went back to her seat, having gotten herself an iced coffee from the machine. Caffeine was the only thing keeping Akito awake at the present moment since she did not sleep last night because...there was no reason really, she just didn't. She then looked up at Quinn and spoke quietly to her. "So what made you decide to go with Blue hair?" Akito knew that was not the girl's natural hair color due to the fact that she could see certain areas where it seemed to change color, right before the hair went under her hat.

[Quinn Slater]

Quinn scoffed at the girl’s strict moral code, as, though it was rare for her to want to spy on others, it was for a different reason. She had far better things to care about than the rumours spread on campus. After attempting to frustrate the other with ink, Quinn grew immediately disinterested in Akito’s justification of reading Shakespeare. She wasn’t asking for a book report. However, she did take note of the other girl’s sudden frown and, in response, a smirk formed on her face. Satisfied, she brought her cigarette to her lips and dropped her hand back to her side, leaning against the back of the chair. She didn't seem to acknowledge the other’s explanation of her power, though her eyes shone and betrayed her interest. But, that moment soon passed, and her bored gaze returned.

After dragging the cigarette from her lips, she held it out the window and watched it. Smoke curled around her fingers and a sense of serenity overcame her as she focused on the movement. Clinging to it, she breathed in the sweetness of the air and relaxed into the chair. Finally, she shook her head at Akito’s offer. “That’s alright, thanks.” The sound of footsteps breached her awareness, but she ignored it with the help of the gentle breeze on her skin. But, as a can of iced coffee tumbled through the machine, clanging violently against the glass, her jaw clenched. The sound sent a shiver down her spine that broke through her moment of peace like glass. As Akito moved to sit down, the chair screeched against the wooden floor, and Quinn’s eyes swept over to the girl, narrowing. Realizing she’d tightened her grip on her cigarette, she tried to relax the tension in her muscles and took a slow breath.

The girl began to speak, though, and, despite the repulsive sound of her lips smacking together, Quinn was able to focus on the gentleness of her soft-spoken voice. Her stress faded, and she paused to consider the other. “The blue really symbolizes who I am and the depth of my emotions. Y’know, by comparing myself to the vastness of the ocean while also illustrating the sadness of my past,” she deadpanned, eyeing the other as if challenging her to disagree. A moment of silence passed before Quinn returned her gaze to the cigarette and shrugged. “I tried a few different colours, and blue fit me best. There’s not some intense story behind it.” She took a long drag and smirked. “Couldn’t rock the green like that other kid - the punk. You’ve probably seen him around, eh?” Exhaling, she leaned into her left hand and regarded Akito with vague curiosity. “You look like you come from a black-and-white film, though. Not a good style. But, with white hair, you can dye it whatever the fuck you want, no problem. Should take advantage of that.” She shrugged.

[Marcus Finch]

As if on cue, the door to the lounge flew open. A pair of spit-shined black boots strolled in, followed quickly by a pair of tight black jeans, black leather jacket, and a tuft of radioactive green hair. 

"'Sup, bitches?" the punk stood in the doorway, his left eye swollen shut. Splotches of red and purple blossomed across the skin of his face like fireworks, but that didn't stop the wicked grin that spread across his lips. He swaggered forward into the room and plopped himself down on a plastic-covered couch. Sprawling across the cushion, he made sure to take up as much space as possible as his one good eye flickered from girl to girl. 

"Did y'miss me?" he asked to no one in particular. "I hate to interrupt your tea party-- well, if I'm bein' honest, I don't give a shit-- but I couldn't help but notice a rather," he paused, pierced tongue flicking over his lips like a hungry cat as he chose his words with care, "distinct scent coming from somewhere nearby." The boy's good eye landed on the blue-haired girl perched beside the window, a cigarette dangling between her fingers. 

"Ah," Marcus squinted at her, "and there it is. Couldn't spare a fag, could you, princess?" He raised a metal-skewered eyebrow at the girl, taking in her appearance. Blue hair, ripped clothes, beanie, cigarette-- she was his kind of girl, alright. He flashed her a wink that could have been mistaken for a blink. "Seems all mine've gone up in smoke. Never want to stick around. You know how it is." Raising a hand, he gave a sniff and wiped away a trickle of blood that had started flowing from his nose once again.

For a moment he inspected the blood that came off onto his hand before losing interest. Looking up, his eye landed on the other girl in the room. "And what're you supposed to be? Frosty the Snowman's freaky half-human lovechild?" his nose wrinkled as he eyed her cotton-white hair. "I mean, whatever, but I thought goths were extinct. Though, I s'pose I can't say much when everyone thinks punk is dead. Well, surprise, bitch. Here the fuck I am."