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The ghost sounds pretty interesting, so him? XP If that's alright?

UMMMM. One, this is somewhat of a romance or do
i just get to scare everyone? Either way I'm happy. XD

No, but my friend has shown me one episode. Then everyones yelling at me that Tate and Violet aren't cute and I'm like, "But.... um.... I want to believe you but I ship them...." And yada yada. So feel free to tell me. (I have nightmares too easy so I can't watch them. TT)

HAHA! Okay, I've always wanted to watch it. And I do believe in ghosts and that my room may or may not be haunted. >.> <.<

But that usually doesn't bug me as much as demons, chain letters, freaking Slenderman...............

...Moutain standard time I think. Either way, it's 12 where I am. XD You?

Haha, alright sweet!

I seriously can't even say his name out loud because of how scared I am of him. O.O I'm like, petrified.

I want to come live with you.

I shall.

NYO.

YAY! I WILL!

o you want to make yours first so I know what to fill out?

He' engaged to a ghost?

Name: Drayven Hayward.
Age: 17 (When he died and I'm too lazy to do math.)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance:




History:
SHHHHHH It's a secret. ;)

And because he has no real background I feel like it'd be cheating to add anything else. soooooooo. WEE!

Haha, yes there is and I lovez him. But hate him. XD

You please. I'm on iPod. XD

I can do first person. I needed to work on it anyways. Um, will they be in the same school uniform?

The handle was warm, something that doesn't happen that often, no one visits me, why would they? I have no one that would want to. I push myself into the room and about have a heart attack when I walk in and see that the other side of my room was actually occupied. I guess I should start paying attention to what people say instead of nodding with a smile.

My arms grew into a wide opening as if I was expecting a hug. "Oh how glorious, a roomie!" I walk into the room and fall onto my bed, "The lonlyness is over." I mutter closing my eyes for a second. I breathe in a huge gulp of air and open my eyes again.

I turn to him, leaning my head on my arm. "So, what are you in for?" I ask tilting my head to the side, a smirk over my pretty pink lips. I'm in all black and white, my eyes and my lips the only source of color on my body. Everything else is pale or just black. I do a small head roll, pushing myself up again, then back. My back against the headboard.

I throw off the black blazer so it falls to the floor, pulling open one of my special little toys, well, it was a laptop. I'm still shocked to see that they have things this good in the future. I'm almost glad that I died so I could be able to play with them while I'm forever a teenager.

I cross my legs, glad that most of the things I have is all on my technology. All the music in the world at the touch of a fingertip, and everything else I could ask for. Sure, there were some blocks, like things about suicide, porn, and all that jazz. It made life a bit boring, but at least they kept some book sites open that no one used for books.

That's when I hear it, and I know it's not the boy's next to me who's talking. You have a roomie, have fun with that. I snap my head to the side, to where there was a large black figure hovering over me. I tilt my head to the side, "At least he's cute." I mutter to him, glaring. I want to kill this thing, it doesn't belong here. It's not real. It's not.... it is.... though.... I died and he's still here. He has to be real.... And he never leaves!

I have a pit of anger on my face at the figure that dissapears. To other people, he isn't there, they say I'm schizophrenic.

((Nah, I'm too lazy for that. XD))

This kid, he was adorable, all scared and tired, he would be so fun to mess with, if in fact, I wanted to be mean. I rubbed my head with my fingers. He was a quiet one, and his story was quite similar to everyone elses around here. He could almost tell what he was thinking though, that he was emo and he wanted him to leave. And now that he said he was cute, well, screw that. "Well, if we're going to live together we might as well tell each other."

I thought about what I was going to tell him, should I tell him the full story or the shorter one? Might as well go with the shorter. "I have PTSD, because of.... things. Well, yeah. And I'm also Schizo." He said, "Which you just saw as I was talking to the random little dark cloud." I explained waving it off like it was nothing, but in fact it terrified me so I cried myself to sleep sometimes. I was a ghost, but I was more real than most of them. I did sleep, that was a cool feature I had. It was like I was stuck alive but dead at the same time, right in the middle.

I shrug when he asks me if I'm alright, "Just talking to my imaginary friends who are teasing me, like normal." I don't want to tell him what they look like. He's going to think I'm crazy. Oh wait, he's in a mental hospital, of course he is! But why should I care, I'm gay, he's probably not, and I'm dead. And he's defiantly not.

The kid was cute, probably strong too. It sort of made me jealous. I was a ghost, there was no way to change my appearance. Except my clothes. Clothes didn't matter. I rub my head again, sighing. "So, you're in here for that, eh?" He said again. "Well, maybe you'll get out of here faster than others. That's the big goal right?" I wish so bad that I could get out, but I also know its impossible. I have no where else to go...

Plus, I want to find who killed me. I want to know why. But my records, my parents must have got rid of them. Me. They hated me anyways. Shy keep me in existence. Having their son killed whole in a mental hospital? How stupid, how dreadful. What a pain in the ass. Just like me.

The kid was probably freaking out about my little problems, and hey, I don't blame him. Meeting someone who's actually crazy instead of just depressed? That's a big thing. It still worried me, I did want a friend, but I always pushed people away. Oh well, maybe I'm just doomed to never have any friends? Eh? Who cares.... I'm dead anyways.... But not even the ghosts talk to me.

((There we go, that looks a lot better than before. XD))

((Sorry!!!! Do you still want to role-play? :) It's okay if not, I've just been busy with starting school and stuff and kinda forgot about this! :( ))

((It's alright. And yes. I would like to continue. I love you! XP))

((Love you too! Heheh XD))

My tongue slipped between my lips as I thought about what he was telling me, my teeth pushing down through the skin to put pressure on my burnt tongue. I hummed a soft note in agreement. “I suppose so…” I muttered as my fingers lightly scratched at my wrist, eyes lingering on him.

I felt myself noticing him, like I’d noticed Liam. It felt weird, to notice boys like I used to notice girls. It feels wrong, and I scold myself mentally for thinking of anyone other than Eve in that department. I was engaged to her. If someone is your fiancee, are you still a widow, or…? I didnt know, and I didnt really want to find out.

I stretched and then laid down on the bed, face pushed into the pillow, only half visible. I stared at him out of one eye. Suddenly, I felt much more self-conscious than before, ass in the air like that. If he was gay, I guess he’d have a fun time with me as his room mate.

“Schizo? Oh.” That was all that I replied with. I knew I would have been diagnosed with that, or something similar, if I’d confessed to my ghosts.

I sighed and buried my face in the pillow completely with a small growl of irritation. It wasn’t at him, it was just general frustration I suppose. “I wanted to be an architect. Now, I suppose that’s never going to happen…”

I wondered when visiting hours were. No doubt my parents would haul my two younger siblings up here, and Flynn would probably tag along with them. I was grateful that Flynn hadn’t abandoned me over the past month, like everyone else had.

Well, that wasn’t true. I gained some ghosts. Since Eve died, somehow Matthew and Carina had appeared. I dont really know where from, but they seemed to know that I was alive, and unlike everyone else, I could feel them, see them, speak to them. They liked that. Well, most of them did. Aunt Magnolia used to just complain about how she just wanted some peace and quiet. Since she disappeared a few months before Eve died, I hope she finally got it.

((Yay!))

I didn't look at him any longer as I stared into the bed beneath me. I sighed, laying back down on the soft creature that these humans always slept on. I could barely remember the warmth that they used to hold. I didn't feel heat anymore. It was terrible, that used to be my favorite thing.

I had a long body, yet I was only 5'7". My hair was black as it hung over my face, my jaw very smooth. I had a very handsome face, and my eyes were still as bright as the day I died. Well. Not technically bright, but filled with life. How ironic.

I didn't know what was going through the guy's head next to me after I told him what was wrong with me, well, half of it. I looked over at him, seeing how his body language told him that he felt uncomfortable. I didn't want to move much, so I didn't do anything to help him. The kid was rather adorable in that position. Of course, I never thought I'd be able to wake up with someone like him next to me unless there was some other ghost around here that wanted to fall in love with lil old me. Doubt it.

I nodded when he asked about my illness, smirking. Yeah, I saw things, I always felt like people were out to get me. And I was right, someone killed me! They freaking killed me and it was all their fault that I'm like the way I am. I never got a chance to get better before they drugged me or something. I'm still not even sure how they killed me which is probably the worst part ever.

I didn't understand him wanting to give up on his dreams already, just because of his little problem. "You'll only not make it if you have that thought." He said sitting up. "You'll never get out of here if you have that pessimistic mind. It's not like your problems get in the way of working. That's like saying just because I see things I can't draw." I said. I drew quite a lot. That was a piece of my therapy, which I hated. I saw them enough myself, and now they were permanently on a page unless I burned them?

I didn't know what the heck was going on anymore. I push myself up, rubbing the back of my head. I used my little ghost powers to sit myself up though. I didn't use much of my muscles. I dropped myself on the bed, it squeaking under my weight. It could be human, but they would have to be rather skilled. I walked to the edge and dropped off. I turned to look at him, "Want a tour?" I asked, my eyes looking bored and my mouth in a slight frown. I looked completely tired or something like that.

I was sort of hoping he wouldn't say yes, because then I could go and have some fun on my own. I was bored, so I should be able to go screw with some people. Right? I didn't want to deal with these people's bullcrap anymore. They were annoying and I was sick of being their little patient. It was useless. I was dead! Not that anyone else knew about that.

I glanced over to him as he spoke, shrugging. "Why should I want to leave?" I muttered. "What's the point? Eve left me. I have nothing." I added quietly. I wondered what she was doing, what she was thinking, if she was watching me. She did that a lot, as far as I could tell.

I swallowed the slight lump in my throat that always seemed to be summoned when I thought of her. I wondered if anyone else could see the ghosts- or maybe I was just a schizo, like this kid. Maybe it was all in my head.

That reminded me of Harry Potter. Everything did, really. I was a total geek in that respect, I suppose. I might have been popular, but I was a total fanboy. The girls seemed to love me for that. Especially Eve. She was such a nerd.

Being here, I didn't have to do anything. Technically, I didn't even have to go to class if I didn't want to. All I'd have to do is talk to Liam and drop out of class.
I sighed. "I like drawing." I murmured. "Geometry." I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees before rolling over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. "You know what I hate about growing up? No one asks what your favourite shape is anymore. Mine's a triangle, if you wanted to know."

"A tour? Liam showed me around, but I got confused, I guess." I said, sighing softly. As I looked back to him once more, I noticed how tired he seemed. "But it's okay. Probably won't go anywhere anyway."