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 Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:04 pm
 When you die and don't really move on, what do you do with yourself? Do you sit and wallow in your eternal guilt for your past life? Try and hang onto the memories you remember? Mourn for yourself to live on? Or do you simply just...be? My question is really...how do you live with yourself after you pass? Now a ghost, a spirit. Are you seen? Do you want to be seen? How does it feel to not be able to interact with those who resemble your old family? Your old friends? Did you watch your old friends' lives go by, wishing you could be there? Do you hate yourself? Someone else? Talk to me. Let me hear what you live for if you wish to live. Tell me your future. Give yourself...
a new start.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 1:13 pm
 In the small town of Hiver, a town of constant rain no matter the day, are lonely ghosts who wander the streets. The vast majority of the population cannot see them, unless they wish to be seen. There are ghosts with the most gruesome faces, and there are ghosts whose past does not match the face they wear. Nevertheless, these ghosts have one thing in common: they cannot pass on to the next world. There is something that ties these ghosts down. Whether it be the fact that they refuse to let go of their earthly ties or they feel that there was something they were meant to do, they cannot leave.
Among these many ghosts, there is one ghost who cannot decide. A teenage girl, who died in a tragic car accident at the peak of her life, refuses to move on, but for what reason? Not even she knows why she stays. When a boy, one that is known for being Hiver's most pessimistic and has a life that no teenager should life, catches this ghost girl's attention, what is she to do? And when she makes herself known to this boy, what is he to do? Will the two grow attached, and form a love between the living and the dead? Does this ghost girl find her reason for staying? And once she does, will the boy let her go?
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:08 pm
Rules
- Follow all Gaia rules
[Very self-explanatory, yes?]
- No cybering
[Just don't do it people...if you feel like it's completely necessary, then go do it somewhere else. Not in here.]
- No Godmodding
[Come on, let's be fair.]
- Follow the story line!
[Please follow this one. I don't want people totally going off topic because they feel like it. If you have a plot twist, PM me and we'll discuss it, okay?]
- Try and be Literate please
[For my sanity be as literate as you can. .At least five to eight sentences minimum, which equals one paragraph. I understand writer's block, but it's got to go away at some point.]
- Please use OOC or (( )), [[ ]], {{ }} for getting out of character.
[If you want to ask a question or have a small chat with the other RPers, do this please. Don't take up like 3 pages with plain OOC chat though because that's maddening. If I have to make a seperate thread for OOC, then I will do so.]
- No Killing
[Okay I realize that this is a ghost RP. But don't go and kill yourself just so you can be with the ghost. One, that's really corny, and two, that won't make anything interesting.]
- Cussing is okay
[I'm okay with cussing, since I tend to do it too, but please don't go overboard with it or I will tell you to tone it down.]
- PM me your profiles please!
[Don't, I repeat DON'T, post your profiles here! It's hard to find them and I most likely won't except them so don't do that.Title it 'I can help you!']
- Have fun!
[Duh plain and simple! PS put a Heart emote at the bottom of your profile that way I know you read everything!]
- This list can get longer.
[I'll add more later if I need to.]
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:58 pm
The Ghost Girl  Konnichiwa! The maestro is Sumiko-Chan555 but my name is Hanabi Aya Garaku
To win my heart:
Chocolate, my viola, music, warm jackets.
To break your heart:
Vanilla, screamo music, the cold, the dark.
The story starts at home. This is mine.
I was born as the youngest in a family of four that consisted of my mother, father, and older brother. My parents were in a rocky relationship, and by the time I was ten, they had divorced. My mother, wanting to forget her ties with my father and the vast majority of Japan, took my brother and I with her when she moved to Hiver. There, she got herself a steady job and a new boyfriend.
Life in Hiver wasn't so bad. I was pretty happy, and it felt like I had everything. Sure, the rain may have been a little bit more than excessive, but that's alright. I could make anyone's day shine with a joke or two. I had quite a few friends, and we were the type that would laugh and come up with the weirdest ways to die for each other. We never took our jokes seriously, since we would all be laughing. But then again, what goes around comes around.
I died when I was only sixteen years old. My friends and I had just finished a study session at the library, and it was really late. Since most of us couldn't drive yet, we had to walk home. It was really dark, and it was pouring, and I was really scared; so were my friends. I had thought that the light across the street was going to let us walk, but apparently, my mind was just playing its own cruel joke. I began walking in the middle of traffic, unaware that there was a car coming my way. It wasn't until the car had decided to speed that my friends warned me. I was halfway across the crosswalk when everything really did become dark.
Nowadays, I wander around Hiver, watching over my family and my friends and whatnot. Why I still stay, I'm not sure myself.
The facade I put up:
When I was alive, I would be the center of attention. Every time I cracked a joke, the entire would erupt into laughter. I have to say, I was pretty strong too. My brother and I would wrestle a lot, so I had to be strong. In some sense, I was a bit of a tomboy. I'd play all of the shooter games and I hated wearing skirts, but at the same time, I didn't mind becoming a little girly. Serenade me: Memory // Younha feat. TabloThe Human Boy  Can I help you?The maestro is oOoRainbow-SherbertoOo but my name isMaxwell Edward Nix
To win my heart:
Sweets, The Cold, Drawing, Rain, Singing.
To break your heart:
Home, Overly hot weather, fire.
The story starts at home. This is mine.
Max had a pretty good life when it started, his family was big and happy, but Max himself was a little to curious for his own good. He likes to think that every kid liked to play with matches, like he did, the flame excited him, the warmth and color. Unfortunately no one can control fire and one day Max had burnt his finger, making him immediately drop the match he had been playing with and rushing to the kitchen to run water on it. The match had set the couch on fire, then the carpet, and it spread throughout the living room before reaching the ceiling and spreading throughout the whole house. His father, and himself, were the only survivor's. He used to have 2 sisters.
After the fire Max had bad burns on his arms and hips that left him with scars that he covers no matter the weather. Luckily they moved to Hiver, which almost always called for at least long sleeves. His dad quickly became an alcoholic with his severe depression over the loss of most of his family, and he blamed Max. Max blamed himself of course, and when he tried to even talk to his father he would hit him, which quickly developed into abuse to his son. Max thought school was his escape, but because of his skinny looking form he was made fun of a lot. So he dropped out, his dad didn't notice, and he took up a job working at the library while trying to find a career and an apartment to escape his father's constant abuse.
The facade I put up:
I don't usually put up a facade for people, what I show is what I feel, which is mostly depressed or angry. I can't look on the bright side of things anymore, because for me, there's never been one. I'm not completely heartless though, im not mean or anything, just... misunderstood. I can be nice if you treat me the same. I like to see people smile and hope one day i'll be able to genuinely smile again, but I doubt it'll happen. Serenade me: The Missing Piece - Forgive Durden
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:05 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.  Max gave a silent groan turning over on the floor of his room, his father having taken away his bed for being home late the day before. The buzzing in his pocket waking him he sat up, squinting at the screen of his cell phone, it was his alarm to wake up before his dad. He rubbed his eyes but winced, his dad had clocked him good in the right eye when he got home, so he stood up, looking in the mirror, yup. Nice big shiner that would be sure to worry Dorris, the librarian when he wasn't working. Sighing he popped his neck and made his way to the closet, slipping on a black hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. He had showered last night wanting to get the smell of his father off of him. Not bothering to look out of the window he grabbed his umbrella and slipped on his shoes and crept out of his room and down the stairs, peeking to see his father still asleep.
He sighed with relief and silently left the house, sticking his house keys in his pocket and opening his umbrella, it was almost always raining. He walked down the sidewalk and toward the bookstore, keeping the umbrella close so no one could see his face. Regular teens were heading to school, and he wasn't exactly 'friendly' with them, so he kept low, looking at the inside of his umbrella while he waited for the few cars that were in Hiven to pass. It was bright on the inside, it looked like the sky, but you couldn't see it from the outside, it was pitch black.
Peeking a look across the street he made his way across, thankful for the few cars in the small town, there became less after an accident with a girl at his school. He had never met her, but did that surprise him? No. Standing by the library's door he closed the umbrella and made his way inside, hearing the familiar ding of the bell on the door he looked at Dorris, who sent him a smile. "Morning Dorris."He gave her a small grin, placing the umbrella behind the counter she was standing at. "Maxwell Nix! What in the world happened to your eye?" Dorris didn't know about his dad. "I got in a small scuff heading home."Lies. He hated to lie to such a sweet old woman."Tsk, dear, you really should be more careful." He shrugged his shoulder's, heading to the cart with the books on it, he organized the books when he wasn't actually working, so that's what he started doing.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:37 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl" 
Settling on a cute white dress for the day, Hanabi set out on her journey through Hiver once more. It wasn't unusual to find the ghost girl wandering the streets of her former home, but then again, where else was she supposed to go? Humming one of the songs that she had heard, Hanabi twirled around in the rain, not caring that the rain was going through her body. The moment she reached the crosswalks, though, her ghostly body froze. There was an instilled fear inside her, as the memory of her own death flooded through her mind. The poor girl had to keep herself from wailing, even though she knew that no human would be able to see her.
Giving a small sigh, she ran across the crosswalk as quickly as she could, before catching sight of a lonely umbrella. Had she been alive, she would have approached the person, and struck a conversation, despite the person's better interests. Deciding that it'd be fun to follow someone for the day, she did just that. When she saw that he was going into the library, she tilted her head.
'Shouldn't he be in school? Like everyone else?' she thought to herself. Shrugging, she stood by him as she listened to the elderly lady ask a few questions. When the woman had mentioned his eye, Hanabi looked at it, and gasped. Who would do such a thing to him? Instinctively, Hanabi held out a hand, as if to touch the eye, only to watch her hand fall through his face. A pang of sadness filled her, as she continued to follow him around.
Eventually, she had gotten it through her head that his name was Maxwell Nix. The name had sounded familiar to her, but she dismissed it from her mind. Instead, she began to look through the titles he was organizing. There was one that stood out to her, and her dull eyes seemed to soften.
"A Midsummer Night's Dream...That was such a lovely story...A funny and entertaining one as well! Don't you think so, Maxell?" she asked, looking over at the boy she sat next to. He may not have heard her, but she enjoyed having pretend conversations with people. It made her feel less lonely.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:57 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Going through his regular routine of stacking the books on either side of him Max set a separate stack, for ones he wanted to borrow and read throughout the day. He had read a lot of book in the library but it was rather big, and he hadn't gotten to the second floor yet, so he had a ways to go, which wasn't always bad. He stopped momentarily, hearing a girl ask him a question, it wasn't surprising, it was usually just girls who stopped by. He wasn't exactly good with girls but he wasn't rude. "It is a good story, it is a tad ridiculous at times but nonetheless a good read." He blinked and setting the book on the stack to his left he turned to talk to the girl "By the way, how did you know my na-"He stopped, starring straight ahead, and at Dorris, who looked up at him. "Did you say something, dear?"What? He could have sworn he had heard someone. "U-uhm no. Just... talking to myself."He muttered, going back to sorting the books.
He sighed and stood up, taking a stack and putting A Midsummer Night's Dream away first. "Great, now im not just pathetic, im hearing voices."He muttered, looking at the next title and walking toward the next shelf. He glanced at Dorris and frowned "Uhm, Dorris. Did a girl stop in here?"He asked, and she looked at him puzzled "No, everyone's either working or at school, why?"Great, now he was sure he was insane. "No reason."He turned away and put another book away, looking back to where he had been sitting. "Maybe I didn't get enough sleep.."He ruffled his hair, flipping it out of his eyes before reaching up and pulling out a book in the wrong place and replacing it with the correct one. He adjusted the stack in his arms and looking at them he tilted his head back, looking for which one he needed before heading up the stairs and sitting the stack down. They would get sorted out later, so he headed back down and into his seat, glancing at the air next to him, shaking his head he went back to work.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:07 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi giggled, as the scene had unfolded itself in front of her. She decided to continue "playing" around with him. Besides, it was the first time she's had fun in a long time. She floated around him, as he continued to sort through the books, finding a few books that were shelved in the wrong places.
"People are so messy nowadays, don't you think, Maxwell? If only they could put things back properly. Then you wouldn't have to work so hard. But then again, it can also serve as a strange kind of entertainment. Oh, that book's in the wrong spot, by the way," she rambled, giggling at the end. When he mentioned not getting enough sleep, she grinned, and made an attempt to ruffle his hair too, like she would with her older brother. But, like with his eye, her hand fell through. The pang of sadness shot through her once more, and retreated further down the aisle of books.
"I don't think you're insane. Besides, Lewis Caroll said in Alice in Wonderland that everyone was crazy here. Maybe you should sleep earlier tonight. You know, eating mochi always helped me go to sleep. Having to chew it made my teeth tired," she said, giving another sigh. She wasn't sure why she was rambling, but then again, it felt good to just ramble to someone. Especially when she knew she would get such a reaction from him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:24 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max, slightly satisfied that he hadn't heard a voice he stood up, with a new stack of books and in mid put-away, jumped, dropping the book and turned around, seeing no one but still hearing the voice. He felt his bruised eye twitch at his own paranoia and he picked the book up, chewing at his lip. "Y-yes. They are... but if they weren't then I wouldn't have anything to do."He muttered, looking up and putting his book away while looking for the book the voice had said was out of place. She was right and glancing back with an un-pleased face he grabbed it and looked through his stack, grabbing the right one and putting it back. He shivered, getting a cold chill and glanced back again. Had he really lost his mind? He leaned back, scanning the library, was there someone there that they hadn't noticed? No... they would have heard the bell.
He sighed, walking up the stairs as the voice continued on, but he stopped in the middle of the stairs, an Alice qoute. "No, it was The Chesire Cat that said everyone was mad. Not Lewis Caroll himself, even if he did write the book."He groaned "Why am I even arguing?"He whispered, making Dorris glance at him, and he gave a sheepish grin at her before heading back up the stairs. "It's not the being tired part that isn't letting me sleep. Besides, if I ate mochi I would have to brush my teeth and if I was tired that wouldn't fend well would it?"He asked, he had no idea why he was actually responding, but, he didn't often have anyone to talk to. Even if it was his imagination. He picked up the stack he had left not to long before at the top of the stairs and headed to the very last shelf, setting them back down and sighing. "Why...they always mess with this shelf."He let his shoulder's hand low and started grabbing most of the books from the shelf, the teenagers that knew he worked there liked to come and mess with the shelf. "For my imagination, you sure do like to talk.."He said, glancing around, wondering if it would keep talking as he picked out books.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:34 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
To Hanabi, Max's reactions were the funniest. She hadn't laughed as hard as she did today. It actually felt good. It made her feel alive for once. She floated by his side, humming every once in a while and twirling when she did. Hanabi was always the carefree kind. Nothing could ever rain on her parade. Well, unless you lived in Hiver.
"You don't have to argue. I was merely quoting what I read. Besides, it's been so long since I've read that story. I almost miss it," she said. Stretching her arms, she looked around, and tilted her head when he commented on her mochi comment.
"Mm...that is true. Ugh, I always hated having to brush my teeth before bed, especially after a late night of doing whatever. But then again, I didn't have to on that night..." she said, giving another sigh. Mentioning her death always made her sad. She didn't want to wail, like she did earlier at the crosswalk, but she always had to keep herself from crying. Yes, ghosts had emotions too. But some could keep theirs in check more than others.
When he mentioned her being her imagination, she giggled, and made she that she was right in his face. She whispered quietly, "What if I'm not your imagination?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:48 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Scowling Max tapping his fingers on his jeans, they had small cuts on them from picking up glass from him and his father's fights. He had forgotten about them till now, but it was hard when there was someone laughing at you that you couldn't see. Made you a little paranoid to say the least. "Well, I do when the quote is wrong. Besides, why not just read it?"He walked a few shelves over and plucked the book from the bottom of the shelf, walking back to where he was he flipped it open and laid it next to his stack on the window sill. "Merry Christmas."He muttered sarcastically. He could hear her humming and it was driving him nuts that he had no idea who it was. Let alone why they were talking to him, he rubbed at his eye and sighed, putting another book back in place and reading over the graffiti in the back before taking out a pencil from his pocket and erasing it. "Dorris, you need to pay better attention to the kids who walk up here. Their drawing on the shelves again."He told her, leaning on the banister of the 2nd floor. She smiled at him and wrote it on a post-it, putting it on the computer "Will do Max. Thank you for the warning."He sent her a thumbs up and went back to the shelf.
He put up a few more before responding to the mystery-voice. "Well, if you don't brush your teeth get gross. No-one wants that."He stuck his tongue out at the thought of talking to someone with gross teeth, scrunching up his nose. He flinched back, it sounded like she was right in front of him, and he glanced in the opposite direction. "What else could you be?"He asked, glancing back and picking up another book, juggling it between his hands as he thought things over. "I can't see you...you easily follow me around...there's that. Whatever that is."He muttered, going over what he knew. A small grin hit his face and he put the book in place. He had read enough books to put 2 and 2 together. "Your a ghost right?"He really thought he was still insane and his mind had just come up with an excuse to why he was hearing things, but why not go with it?
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:58 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi froze. If she had a heart, she would have felt it drop to her imaginary stomach. How could he figure something out so quickly? Letting in a sigh, she tried her best to smile, and quickly distanced herself from him slightly.
"Got that right! Hanabi Garaku, at your service," she said, giving a curtsy. She wasn't sure if he would be able see her, but she still did so, for the fun of it. It was still shocking that a human would find out that she was a ghost. If she remembered correctly, most humans, nowadays at least, didn't read. Most of them watched horror movies; had they found out she was a ghost, they would have freaked out, and ran, screaming at the heavens.
"You're a smart fortune cookie, aren't you? Well, I figure you'd find out eventually. I just didn't think you'd figure it out this far in the game," she said, giving a small shrug. Wandering over to where he had placed the book for her, she smiled, and sat down in her ghostly chair.
"Thank you, Maxwell. You won't mind having to turn the pages for me when I'm done, will you? I don't mean to keep you from your work, but if I tried, my hands would go through the table." She gave an exasparated sigh, to seem a little more dramatic, and to prove her point.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 2:14 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. The fact that it was silent for a little bit of time made Max smirk, he had gotten it right. Which didn't shock him, he was pretty good at figuring things out. He stopped, starring at his stack of books "Hanabi? Hanabi Garaku, your the girl wh-"He bit his lip, stopping himself from finishing, she couldn't even say it was an accident yet, let alone have someone else say it. He knew who she was. "I'd never met you but i'd heard about you, you were a grade below me."He said, picking up a book and putting it back, erasing more graffiti, a lot of it threatening him or insulting him. Real mature. He glanced to where the voice had come from, a smirk hitting his lips again "I am, im pretty good at putting things together." Which was why his teacher's didn't understand why he dropped out. No one did. Things were to complicated, and he didn't like to talk about it. It was like his that in his living state.
He turned, leaning on the bookcase, looking at where the book was, so she was around that area then. He starred at the space, pursing his lips, hoping he could see her, but he got nothing. Listening to her he let out a sudden laugh at her dramatic sigh, the sound foreign to his ears, making him blush a little and turn around. He cleared his throat and shrugged "I don't mind, just let me know when your finished and i'll turn it."He muttered, he hadn't laughed in awhile. It had felt good. He grabbed another book and looking at it, he sighed, the spine was a little torn, he hoped it would still last a few years. He started humming under his breath, he liked music, and drawing, but finding a career for it wasn't as easy. Neither was living off of library funds either, but working all day earned him enough a month to afford an apartment after he could find one, he hoped. He couldn't survive his dad forever.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:59 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
When he nearly mentioned her death, Hanabi looked down at her lap. Was that her new reputation now? The girl who died at the crosswalk? Giving a small sigh, she brought her gaze up to the words on the book.
"Yes, that was me. I'm the girl that died at the crosswalk," she said, her voice going from chirpy to bitter. She never liked talking about her death. For some reason, it made her ghostly insides turn into knots. She continued staring at the pages on the book, not bothering to read them yet.
"Oh, no wonder I don't recognize you. But then again, I should have noticed you at some point, since I was always at the library," she said. It was true, Hanabi spent a lot of time at the library. Whether it was to study, to have study groups, or just to hang out, Hanabi was usually at the library. The mall never seemed to interest her.
Giving a giggle, Hanabi nodded her head at his statement. It seemed like he was good at figuring things out. At the same time, though, she was hoping that he took her giggle as some sort of sign that she acknowledged his intelligence. It was easy for Hanabi to figure things out too, but she wouldn't have figured out what Max did in a matter of a few minutes.
"You're not scared, though? You're not scared that you found out a ghost has been talking to you this whole time?" she asked. If a ghost had started talking to her, she would have freaked out. Hanabi had been a fan of scary movies, always laughing at how the actors couldn't act. But at the same time, she could be scared. After all, horror movies were supposed to get your blood pumping, and that's exactly what had happened with her.
His laugh was contagious. She let out another giggle, in response to his laugh, and had seen him turn a slight pink.
"I like your laugh. It's contagious," she said, smiling at him. She still wasn't sure if he could see her, but she smiled nonetheless. Many people have told her that it could brighten up a room, so she hoped that smiling would help him see her.
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