The Ghost and The Human (~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~/LevitatingPiez)

[LevitatingPiez]

Plot:

After exploring a haunted house for a project at school, Moto finds themselves being followed by a mysterious presence-it’s a ghost, which happens to be Gin. And guess what? They have the hots for Moto.

 

Characters:

 

Name: Gin Seishin (Silver Spirit)

Nickname: Spirit

Age: N/A, looks around 17 or 18

Birthday: June 9th, year unknown

Deathday: December 25th, year unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Ghost/Spirit

Sexuality: Not sure

 

Appearance:

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 106 lbs

Skin: A very pale ivory

Eyes: Silvery grey, with dark grey lining the outside of the iris

Hair: Long, wispy, and slightly wavy. Is a light silver grey in color

Body Structure: Slightly thin, but has some muscle

Marking(s): What appears to be a stab wound at the area of his heart, in the front and back

Clothing: Is always seen wearing a white tshirt that has a red swirl design on it, and what appears to be a tear in the shirt, with blood lining the hole. Over this is a green zip up sweater with red strings. At the back is a tear, much like that on his shirt. For pants he wears dark grey skinny jeans, and for shoes black converse.

 

Personality: Despite being a ghost, Spirit is a very happy person. He is kind, gentle, and easy to get along with. However at times he sometimes gets very moody, especially during the winter season, as well as around his birthday. Other than those times, he is a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, 'go with the flow and you'll be okay'. He cares deeply about those he is friends with, and can be quite shy around new people, especially those he likes. He hides the fact that he is a ghost from most people, but for those he trusts, he tell them.

 

Background: Even to Spirit, his story is one of mystery. All he remembers is that one Christmas evening, he was out on a walk and was suddenly stabbed in the middle of the chest. Next thing he knew, he was standing over a dead body...His own dead body. And ever since then, he's been wandering around, trying to find out why he's still here. He does not remember anything except that night, his birthday, and the events since finding himself by his dead body.

 

Abilities: Telepathy, walking through walls, invisibility, being able to float, being able to move objects without touching them. Somehow he can also manipulate the element of ice and snow. Another thing he can do is make himself solid, and not transparent and see through like other ghosts.

 

Likes: Listening to music, reading books, playing the piano, sketching animals and flowers, meeting new people Dislikes: Dwelling on the past, the dark, being lonely, dark alleyways, Christmas

((Belongs to ~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~))

 

Name: Moto Leaf

Age: 17

Appearance: Tall, dark haired, pale and skinny. Wears black all the time, along with an array of dull-coloured badges. He occasionally wears eye liner, and sometimes neon plastic bracelets to add colour to his appearance.

Sexuality: Bi

Personality: Quiet, eerie and secretive. What people don't know is that he's actually just extremely awkward and dislikes having to start conversation, preferring for people to come to him.

Bio: Moto left home the second he could. His mother and father both had high expectations of him that he just couldn't meet, and they were constantly worried about his extreme obsession with the super natural.

Interests: Ghosts, fairies, mermaids, cults. Pretty much any sort of mythology. History, biology. He has a morbid fascination with the human body.

 

Starting Post:

Moto sighed. Of all the places to be assigned to...it had to be here. He knew, for a solid fact, that there were so many more interesting places. Like an old hospital to the West of his own house, or the dockyard in the East of the town. They had far, far more history than...this. A cliche, predictable mansion. Well, at least all he had to do was snap a few pictures. Then he could get out and back to his room, to finish this God-forsaken project as quickly as he could. He'd been given the keys to the place from the school-they'd managed to get them, one way or another.

 

He pushed the key into the lock. The door groaned as it swung inward to reveal a spacious hallway, decorated with wispy spider webs and a whole army of dust bunnies. Moto grimaced, coughing into his balled fist. It was disgusting in here. How long had it been since it was even touched?

 

The stairs, much like the doors, gave off whines and creaks as Moto walked up them. He brought out the small camera, snapping pictures of the grimy windows and carpets. There wasn't much to see at all. How disappointing.

 

As Moto took the last photo and stuffed the camera into his pocket, he heard something-faint, and almost inaudible, but something nonetheless. His throat closed up and he froze, hand hovering over the banister. He wasn't about to back out of this-he wasn't going to be a total chicken and run away screaming. He ducked back into the hallway. "Who's there?" he called.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Wandering around the mansion he was currently calling his home, Gin Seishin began to wonder just how long it had been since he'd become what he was. He didn't remember anything of his past, his memories reaching back only to a certain point, and those memories were extensive. Gin had lost count of the years that had gone by while he was forced to be stuck in the existence he was in now.

 

Sighing, he moves from one room to the next, trying to eradicate his boredom by exploring the rooms he'd not yet visited since "moving in". He was just about to enter another room when he suddenly senses he was no longer the only one in the mansion. A frown forms on his lips, as he makes his way towards where the feeling had come from, noticing that it was moving now, going up a set of huge stairs to the second floor.

 

Then, Gin spotted him. A person, male, was walking around, taking pictures of the place. He felt sonething within him he'd not felt in a long tine as he gazed upon this person. The whole while Gin quietly followed after the new comer, unseen by the other. Tilting his head, he watched as the male was about to leave, and sighs in disappointment, not wanting the person to leave.

 

His sigh was apparently heard by the guy, causing him to move back into the hallway, Gin moving into a room to hide. Then the person calls out, asking who was there. For a moment Gin stays where he was, before deciding to show himself, realizing this might be his only chance to interact with someone. "I'm here..." He replies to the question, his voice clearly audible. Slowly, he turns, and walks straight through the wall as if it were nothing but air, to stand in front of the guy. See, Gin isn't normal. Gin wasn't exactly what you'd expect him to be. Because Gin...is a ghost.

[LevitatingPiez]

Moro's palms were sweating. Cool beads of moisture slid down his neck and back. His sweater felt too hot, and constricting as he stood there, finding himself trembling slightly-he was terrified. It was agonizing to simply stand there, motionless.

 

He gave a squeak of surprise at the sound of the voice, and his mouth ran dry. It sounded normal-nothing like a murderous spirit or anything-but Moto knew that he couldn't be too careful. His chin trembled.

 

He had to swallow a scream when the boy walked through the wall. They were obviously a ghost. Moto twitched slightly, giving rapid blinks. "Wh-who-who are you?!" he croaked, his voice weak. He jabbed his finger in the direction of the boy.

 

They looked fairly normal, excluding their strange, white hair. No blood, no mysterious liquids, no severed limbs-but there was something eerie about the boy at the same time.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Tilting his head, Gin smiled as he fought back a laugh, seeing the reaction on the other's face at his sudden appearance. This was starting to become amusing and rather entertaining for him, something he missed terribly. A soft giggle escapes him, and he covers his mouth with his hand, in an attempt to muffle the sound. Gin didn't want to upset the guy.

 

He was surprised when the other points at him, asking who he was. Pointing at himself, he gets a puzzled expression. "Me?" For a second or so he was quiet, but then smiles wide. His hand falls to his side, before slipping into the pocket of the hooded zip up sweater he was wearing. "I am called Gin Seishin."

 

With that he disappeared, only to reappear floating midair, legs crossed in a sitting position. "And who are YOU?" He asks, turning so he was now floating upside down, face level with the human's. His clothing moves as any would when turned, his white shirt with a rather unique red patterned design on the front, slipping to show some of his pale stomach, his jacket draping down. Even his hair moved accordingly.

 

Despite his calm and quirky attitude and appearance, Gin was hiding was he was really feeling at that moment. Which was completely nervous. This was the first contact he'd had with anyone in a long time, and this time around it felt different. There was something about him... "So...why did you come here?"

[LevitatingPiez]

Moto was lost for words. This ghost was so casual...and there didn't seem to be any malicious intent hidden behind their relaxed words. He swallowed anxiously, backing away a little so his feet rested on the edge of the top of the stairs. The boy's laugh sent shivers running down his spine.

 

Gin seemed to be a normal enough name. He wore normal, human-like clothes that fitted how old he looked. He couldn't have died long ago...and if he had died, how so? Already, questions burned on the tip of Moto's tongue, but he knew that Gin had some of his own. Especially as Moto had technically trespassed in his house...

 

"I-I'm Moto," he stuttered, clenching his hands into fists. He jumped slightly when Gin floated and got closer to him, but he stood his ground, staring the ghost straight in the eye. "A-and I'm here to take a couple pictures. I'll go soon, I promise." He sounded pathetic...Moto cringed.

 

He knew he should go, to save himself any embarrassment, but curiosity made his fingers twitch. "Why are you here anyways...?" Moto inquired. "Are you even a ghost? Is this some sort of set up?!" His eyes became accusing.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

"Moto?" Seishin repeats, flipping so he was right side up again, and lands lightly on his feet. He could tell that the human was nervous, and was glad that he hadn't guessed at just how nervous Seishin was feeling as well. His carefree attitude masked his true feelings well, so it seemed. A sloppy smile forms on his face as he watched the other, and takes a few steps back, not wanting to make Moto feel uncomfortable.

 

He blinks at the sudden questions, and tilts his head. "Why am I here? It's because I have no where to go." He steps forward, and smiles more than he already was. "And am I ghost? It's no set up." Saying this, he steps right through Moto, moving to the other side, and as he did the other would feel like he'd had ice water dumped over him. "See? Ghost." He points at himself, laughing softly.

 

"But really...you don't have to go if you don't want to...it gets lonely around here. I'm not comfortable with going out and stuff..." His smile slips from his face, and he gets a rather mournful expression, clasping his hands behind his back. "Being dead is very...very lonely." He steps back, sighing softly. "But if you wanna go, I'm not stopping you." He shrugs, trying to mask his sudden sadness with a shrug and a chuckle.

 

Looking away, he turns as if to leave, wondering if Moto would even try to say anything to him. After all, Seishin WAS a ghost. Who would want to talk to a dead guy? It was probably taking all of the human's nerves to even stay where he was right at that moment, and not run off.