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and i will hold you tight / like the moon in the arms of the sky

(OPEN) Like a Ghost Oct 9, 2010 19:55:14 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Oct 9, 2010 19:55:14 GMT -5

Ghost Jesoman
Here I Am!

Hair of long forgotten snow...

My feet don't make a sound as I walk through the quiet town streets. Only the most untrustable looking rats are on the streets this late. All of them watch me with a slight interest. I smile slightly, and tighten my grip on the sack.

My silky white skirt, which flows down my my knees, shimmers slightly in the street lights. I always wear something like it when I'm moving through the shadows. It makes me feel more like my name.

Like a ghost.

Evil cloaked in coat of white...

The sky above me has no stars. It's very rare for me to see them. I stare up at the chalky navy blue color in disgust. Even the moon is tinted grey slightly, and softened around the edges. I've heard stories that the moon is supposed to be sharp around the edges. That the stars can come in hundreds of thousands, making the sky a dazzling sight to see. Of course, it's rare to see a few stars here.

But that doesn't matter. I'm actually slightly grateful. It makes it harder to see without the streetlights.
Easier for me to get away.
Something rises from
the gloom...

Finding more eyes watching me, I glare at the ground, my smile vanishing. My hand tightens around the bag.

No one's taking this from me.

I quicken my pace, angry that I have to give away the fast that I realize they see me. Without hesitation, I turn into a dark alley. My white hair glistens in the little light that get's back here, and I take off running farther away from the main street. To my surprise and relief, there isn't anyone here. Pure luck. Coincidence.

Or a trap.

I stop to look behind my shoulder, but no, no one is following me.
That doesn't make any sense. Someone has to be here.

"Come out," I call out, although I'm not positive someone is here. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless, of course, you try to steal what's mine."

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(OPEN) Like a Ghost Oct 10, 2010 13:06:03 GMT -5

Post by jimmylost on Oct 10, 2010 13:06:03 GMT -5

It had been so long since Brigit could field test some of her newer gadgets. She had spent weeks just sitting around, laying low she supposed, pretending to be 'Miss. Switch'. It was beyond frustrating speaking in that high proper voice so desperately close to the capital accent, and almost unbearable not to touch her inventions. Not like she could expect much less after her little show at the reaping.

Well it had been long enough, not to mention she had some lovely new toys to work with. She blinked back the redness in her eyes that the contacts where causing and made sure her sunglasses where straight. Yes wearing sunglasses at night look suspicious, but the still visible wires and computer chips visible in her eyes looked even worse. So far the contacts where working flawlessly, moving between night vision, heat vision, and her blueprint database with a twist of the false diamond on her ring.

Of course just playing around in the middle of the night on back streets wasn't a proper field test, Brigit needed a challenge that would push her new invention to it's limits. She hid herself, blending into the shadows as easily as she could, hoping her all black attire would serve it's purpose.

As she absentmindedly hid more of her hair under her black wool hat something moved past her hiding place. The pale form seemed less substantial then a beam of light. Brigit was almost surprised to see that the specter appeared when she switched her contacts to heat vision.

No it wasn't an illusion, just some girl. Her pace is fast and she grips something tightly, the obvious answer finds it's way to Brigit's mind. A thief.

Then a much more absurd thought finds her. Brigit has had to deal with thieves before. She can't just go around taking everything from her father, that would be far too suspicious. Many of the thieves even work towards the same cause. Many more of them have spoken of someone like this, some ghost-thief-girl, according to them she's good.

The girl stops, her instincts at least suggest she's who Brigit thinks she is. She speaks.

"Come out, I'm not going to hurt you. Unless, of course, you try to steal what's mine."

Well there's an easy enough way to find out if this is that girl and if she is she could be incredibly useful.

"Am I correct in my assumption that I address Ghost?"

Brigit stepped out from the shadows putting herself in clear view of the girl. Taking her in while switching to night vision did very little to detract from the girls appearance, then again anyone would look ghostly tinged green with glowing eyes.

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(OPEN) Like a Ghost Oct 11, 2010 16:30:26 GMT -5

Post by Stare on Oct 11, 2010 16:30:26 GMT -5

Ghost Jesoman

I visably relax my grip on the bag, and offer her a bright smile, even though so many questions race through my mind. Who is she, why is she wearing sunglasses, and why was she hiding and wearing black?

Curiosity never managed to take a good hold on me, though. Other people just aren't as interesting as me.

Ghost. My own name rings in my head, in I inwardly smile, my mind repeating it over and over again. Ghost. What a perfect, beautiful, revealing name.

I've repeated my name to myself a million times, but I love hearing other people say it. With such innocence, because they are so oblivious to what it hides...

"It depends on who's looking for me," I say with a small laugh, answering her question indirectly.

My smile becomes smaller, but my eyes still twinkle with the laugh. Inside, though, the wheels are turning in my head as I take a mental picture of her. It's hard though, with so much of her features concealed. Eyes, skin tone, hair... I do my best to take note of her height, though. People think height is the least important when looking for a person, but I've found more than one person just by memorizing their height. I also try to remember the sound of her voice, playing it through my head a couple of times until I'm sure I have it.

Some people would say that all of it isn't nessecary, but to me, it is. While I love revenge, I won't have that same pleasure if I accidentally take it on the wrong person. Not to mention, I may need to find this girl again some time. Being me, you have to make sure that you know where to reach certain people.

"I'm sorry if I startled you," I say, my voice easy going and sweet. "I had to make sure no one stole my food for tomorrow, though. It was a last minute rush, and people who are out this late at night can be dangerous. You have to make sure they fear you, even if you aren't worth fearing. Although, since you saw me, I guess that ruined that, huh?"

It's true that I don't look like much of a threat. My skinny limbs and short body make me look vulnerable and harmless. I can't do anything about it, though. I've tried eating unhealthy foods, but all they did was give me a stomache ache and leaving me feeling wiped out after running away from a bit of evidence that could've given me away if I had been close.

Ah, well. It's not like my appearence isn't a huge advantage.
After all, who would guess that the thin, delicate little girl could be the one who's managed to successfully rob some of the richest people in the district?