Colour Me Krista
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- Posted: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 23:32:18 +0000
LOCATION ➸ Park ☪ COMPANY ➸ Gambit
Sometimes the ghosts would appear stronger than others. They would look like actual people, with the only clue to their dead state being that their clothes would be from another era. Sometimes, they would just be these little orbs of light and color floating around not paying attention to anyone. But the sad, confused, angry, and worried ones, the ones with stronger emotions, would take the form of their physical bodies, rather than pretty celestial like little balls of light. Daphne was fairly good at not staring at those she suspected of being ghosts, for fear that they would figure out that she could see them and begin to haunt her. It was hard, especially if it was a ghost who only wanted to apologize to a loved one so they could move on... when that loved one was dead. The angry ones would try to hurt her if she didn't help them seek revenge. The worried ones were the ones who the most annoying, plaguing her with their constant questioning and negativity... But the Confused ones were usually the easiest to help move on. They simply didn't know they were dead and were panicked over why no one would talk to them. Daphne usually coached them until they remembered their death, and then they would move on. If they were ready, that is. Brookshire had a massive amount of ghosts, and Daphne felt extremely uncomfortable. She could feel all the different emotions of the ghosts: The pain, the heart break, the anger, the anxiety, the rage... Her first day walking around had been almost unbearable. She had started to cry, and almost had a break down, but kept herself in check especially because her team had been around her. But now she walked through the town all by herself, and tried hard to not let anything get to her.
She'd had breakfast earlier that morning with some of the people she traveled into town with, keeping her eyes fixed on her plate and not on the one 1920's waitress that was walking around trying to take people's orders while looking like she took a bullet to the head. Daphne suspected that the diner had been held up one night and she became a victim. She appeared to be more interested in her eggs than anything the crew had to say, and kept quiet the whole time. Perhaps they looked at her to be a weirdo, but that was okay. Daphne was a weirdo. She was even sure that her friend, Ryan, thought she was some kind of freak. She was. She accepted it. She'd grown very used to the lonesome life she lived a long long time ago. Now she walked down the streets of Brookshire, her left thumb rubbing over the gold cross attached to ring on her right ring finger. She was mostly searching for a church. Daphne missed church that morning and was simply wanting to go and pray for a bit to help put her mind at ease and make her soul stronger for the tasks ahead. Unfortunately, she had the same sense of direction as a rock and no map. She was also too shy to actually ask someone for directions, and just walked around aimlessly. She had time, so she didn't mind if it would take her awhile.
She threw away an empty coffee cup in a trash can and looked around. Somehow, her wandering had led her to the park. The wind blew, which made Daphne reach up and wrap her scarf around her neck a bit more. Though is was only october, it was rather chilly here. The wind made it worse, and Daphne often got cold way too easy. She saw one of her Co-workers on the playground, and blinked a bit in shock. It wasn't exactly everyday that you saw an adult man playing on a playground. Okay, really... he was talking to the homeless man that was sitting on the forth swing. The homeless man with the extremely beaten face. Henry then sat on the swing next to him and began to swing hard and fast. It was truly a bizaar sight, especially when the homeless man began to look and more annoyed, telling Henry to beat it. Daphne was a ways away from the playground, so she wasn't sure if the Tech guy even noticed her, but soon the homeless man did. He stared at her for a while, then looked a bit surprised. It was only then that Daphne realized she had been staring at a ghost. She took a step back in surprise, half wondering if Henry had been keeping a secret about an ability as well when the homeless man suddenly appeared before her. The forth swing on the swing set then slowly rocked to a stop. " 'aye. 'Aye ya c' see meh? Ya gotta get dem damn kids!" the homeless man ghost rambled. Daphne tried hard to ignore him, but it was too late. He was right there, and he looked flustered and upset. "Kids? What kids?" "Da damn kids dat killed meh! I aint got no home, aint got no money, aint got no frands 'r famleh. I just had meh booze, da clothes on meh back, n da bench ova der. N' dem teenagers came ova to meh in meh sleep, and started ta beat meh. They bloodied meh good, ya see meh face?! Dat was dem. Dey broke meh arm too!" The ghost moved the sleeve on his jacket up to reveal the broken bone that was exposed out of his skin. Daphne's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hand. "Dey beat meh ta death, all cause i ain't got nuffin. N' now they're all grow'd and still out dere in da world, free and innocent! I died draped over dat swing, and no one not n'body even cared. You gotta get dem, cause dey killed meh!"
The ghost looked more sad and lonely than upset. Daphne had heard about groups of teenage boys that would beat homeless men. There were even some that would force homeless men to fight to the death all for some money or food. It was terrible, and to think that something like that had happened to this poor guy. Daphne shook her head, "I don't even... live here, and how can I find them? I want to help you, but I can't just... go around accusing people and.. and-" She heard someone yell the name Gambit, and it made her turn her head toward that direction for a second. She then turned back to face the ghost again to see that he was gone. The Medium looked around until she saw that he was back on the swing, head bowed and rocking back and forth. Grief and hopelessness washed over. She took a step towards the playground when some small and brown darted from behind her. She jumped and gave a yelp, and next thing she knew something had hit her legs from behind, knocking her over. She fell backwards on her butt and groaned. There was dog there now, and she could assume it had been chasing whatever had run past her first and was now distracted by her fall. It trotter over and began to sniff her a bit, then licked her face. She winced a bit and started to get up off the ground. Hopefully no one saw her embarrassed fall, and hopefully the owner of the dog was near by and would take him back.
OOC: Attire coming soon