June arrived, and Fenway decided it was finally time to take down the desiccated Holiday tree.
"Thanks for coming over sis," he said as she rolled up her sleeves to help him.
June picked up a small box, still wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a garishly green bow, "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Fenway shrugged; it had honestly been so long since his holiday tree was necessary, he didn't know what he was going to do with it. "I mean," June continued, gently placing the present back under the skeletal tree, "It's been months, Fen. Your family--maybe we should just donate all this stuff, you know?"
Fenway was suddenly less excited that June was helping him, but she was right, he wasn't going to be celebrating Emmon's birthday anymore. In fact, Fenway grimly thought, birthdays, Independence day, Christmas... the chances Fen and Emmon were going to celebrate those ever again were slim to none.
Fenway must have shuddered, because June reached out to hold his hand; his bad hand. June's thumb grazed Fen's knuckles, which were wrapped in swaths of bandages, "Look, if you ever want to talk about it--well, let's just get this cleaned up."
Fenway's bandage got caught on some of the needles, and strands of it were left behind as he removed the ragged decorations.
"Excuse me," he murmured, pulling away from his sister's touch. He walked out of the living room and down the narrow hallway leading deeper into his home, and turned into his bathroom, "Emmon!" he whispered. "You're not supposed to be up!"
"Mother came by again, she was angry about something. She was missing parts, little bits and pieces of her flesh," he held his hand over his shoulder, "rather what used to be skin. Why would she be angry? What could hurt a ghost?"
Notes:
Sorry this was a long one. This is also assuming Bato and such wasn't taken seriously.
Something caused the "accident", something bigger than just a gang violence, or a hit etc. Gwen knew, or now knows, who/what it is. Gwen's spirit only visits Emmon, but is unable to speak, but something appears to be happening to her.
Are the characters named EFG on purpose? We're just missing H and I
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squinty_eyes: Alt, you have fantastic logic. And zero political prowess. CKY: Through a convoluted series of events involving three tons of garden gnomes and a pickup truck, Henderson’s Magikarp defeats the Deoxys terrorizing the city.
Joined: Sep 23, 2013 Posts: 6317 Location: New York
Summary:
June arrived, and Fenway decided it was finally time to take down the desiccated Holiday tree.
"Thanks for coming over sis," he said as she rolled up her sleeves to help him.
June picked up a small box, still wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a garishly green bow, "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Fenway shrugged; it had honestly been so long since his holiday tree was necessary, he didn't know what he was going to do with it. "I mean," June continued, gently placing the present back under the skeletal tree, "It's been months, Fen. Your family--maybe we should just donate all this stuff, you know?"
Fenway was suddenly less excited that June was helping him, but she was right, he wasn't going to be celebrating Emmon's birthday anymore. In fact, Fenway grimly thought, birthdays, Independence day, Christmas... the chances Fen and Emmon were going to celebrate those ever again were slim to none.
Fenway must have shuddered, because June reached out to hold his hand; his bad hand. June's thumb grazed Fen's knuckles, which were wrapped in swaths of bandages, "Look, if you ever want to talk about it--well, let's just get this cleaned up."
Fenway's bandage got caught on some of the needles, and strands of it were left behind as he removed the ragged decorations.
"Excuse me," he murmured, pulling away from his sister's touch. He walked out of the living room and down the narrow hallway leading deeper into his home, and turned into his bathroom, "Emmon!" he whispered. "You're not supposed to be up!"
"Mother came by again, she was angry about something. She was missing parts, little bits and pieces of her flesh," he held his hand over his shoulder, "rather what used to be skin. Why would she be angry? What could hurt a ghost?"
"Christ, Emmon!" Fen spared a glance behind him--all was still from the living room. Gwen, probably listening. Damn. Fen placed his hands on Emmon's shoulders, gentle, "Did you take your medicine? Your aunt's here."
Notes:
I like the spirit idea. No biggie about length. I'm kinda just rolling with it at this point, the restrictions would be great if the community was involved, but if it's just us two who gives a hoot?
Assuming the Bato thing was a narrative anurism that never happened.
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"In all fairness that probably is a sight that would make you stop and reevaluate your life choices." ~ Garren_Windspear
June arrived, and Fenway decided it was finally time to take down the desiccated Holiday tree.
"Thanks for coming over sis," he said as she rolled up her sleeves to help him.
June picked up a small box, still wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a garishly green bow, "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Fenway shrugged; it had honestly been so long since his holiday tree was necessary, he didn't know what he was going to do with it. "I mean," June continued, gently placing the present back under the skeletal tree, "It's been months, Fen. Your family--maybe we should just donate all this stuff, you know?"
Fenway was suddenly less excited that June was helping him, but she was right, he wasn't going to be celebrating Emmon's birthday anymore. In fact, Fenway grimly thought, birthdays, Independence day, Christmas... the chances Fen and Emmon were going to celebrate those ever again were slim to none.
Fenway must have shuddered, because June reached out to hold his hand; his bad hand. June's thumb grazed Fen's knuckles, which were wrapped in swaths of bandages, "Look, if you ever want to talk about it--well, let's just get this cleaned up."
Fenway's bandage got caught on some of the needles, and strands of it were left behind as he removed the ragged decorations.
"Excuse me," he murmured, pulling away from his sister's touch. He walked out of the living room and down the narrow hallway leading deeper into his home, and turned into his bathroom, "Emmon!" he whispered. "You're not supposed to be up!"
"Mother came by again, she was angry about something. She was missing parts, little bits and pieces of her flesh," he held his hand over his shoulder, "rather what used to be skin. Why would she be angry? What could hurt a ghost?"
"Christ, Emmon!" Fen spared a glance behind him--all was still from the living room. Gwen, probably listening. Damn. Fen placed his hands on Emmon's shoulders, gentle, "Did you take your medicine? Your aunt's here."
"Look who's talking," Emmon stated as he quickly scanned the room for June, "do you think they come together?" June and Fen looked at each other; there was a tear in her eye.
Notes:
PLOT TWIST! Sorry, but just the way you worded your last bit gave me this idea. I worded it so you essentially have the say as to whether you like it or not. 1) June is also dead (more than likely related to teh accident). June visits Fenway, Gwen visits Emmon. Which means there is a very good reason Gwen can't talk seeing as June can (assuming fenway isn't crazy and simply talking to himself). 2) Emmon is crazy. He can see ghosts, but he can't see June. 3) Both of them are crazy
another thought would be to make both Emmon and Fenway dead, and they are simply haunting their mother / sister respectively? That's a bit further from what we've started than even I would like (for this kind of game), but it's a cool idea.
Or maybe June was just standing in a way that she wasn't visible at first. Regardless, I feel there should be a connection between June and Gwen (whether good or bad)
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squinty_eyes: Alt, you have fantastic logic. And zero political prowess. CKY: Through a convoluted series of events involving three tons of garden gnomes and a pickup truck, Henderson’s Magikarp defeats the Deoxys terrorizing the city.
Joined: Sep 23, 2013 Posts: 6317 Location: New York
Summary:
June arrived, and Fenway decided it was finally time to take down the desiccated Holiday tree.
"Thanks for coming over sis," he said as she rolled up her sleeves to help him.
June picked up a small box, still wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a garishly green bow, "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Fenway shrugged; it had honestly been so long since his holiday tree was necessary, he didn't know what he was going to do with it. "I mean," June continued, gently placing the present back under the skeletal tree, "It's been months, Fen. Your family--maybe we should just donate all this stuff, you know?"
Fenway was suddenly less excited that June was helping him, but she was right, he wasn't going to be celebrating Emmon's birthday anymore. In fact, Fenway grimly thought, birthdays, Independence day, Christmas... the chances Fen and Emmon were going to celebrate those ever again were slim to none.
Fenway must have shuddered, because June reached out to hold his hand; his bad hand. June's thumb grazed Fen's knuckles, which were wrapped in swaths of bandages, "Look, if you ever want to talk about it--well, let's just get this cleaned up."
Fenway's bandage got caught on some of the needles, and strands of it were left behind as he removed the ragged decorations.
"Excuse me," he murmured, pulling away from his sister's touch. He walked out of the living room and down the narrow hallway leading deeper into his home, and turned into his bathroom, "Emmon!" he whispered. "You're not supposed to be up!"
"Mother came by again, she was angry about something. She was missing parts, little bits and pieces of her flesh," he held his hand over his shoulder, "rather what used to be skin. Why would she be angry? What could hurt a ghost?"
"Christ, Emmon!" Fen spared a glance behind him--all was still from the living room. June, probably listening. Damn. Fen placed his hands on Emmon's shoulders, gentle, "Did you take your medicine? Your aunt's here."
"Look who's talking," Emmon stated as he quickly scanned the room for June, "do you think they come together?" June and Fen looked at each other; there was a tear in her eye.
"I don't know, Em," Fen said. He sighed, running his hand through his hair, before realizing his hand was still swathed in bandages. June faded down the hallway, taking with her some of the tension. Fenway was quick, efficient, unwrapping the bandages and revealing the skin beneath, which shined like plastic, and smelled foul, sharp. Emmon watched, his expression blank. Fen applied Neosporin, and wrapped the bandage carefully. "I'm finishing up cleaning the living room," Fen announced. Emmon watched him go; yet when Fen reached the living room he saw it had been immaculately cleaned, the decoration boxes taped and stacked in the corner. An address for a Salvation Army had been marked on the top-most box. June was gone.
"Goddammit," Fen whispered. His voice was harsh, coarse. "What is happening to us?"
-End Scene-
Notes:
Neat! Maybe they're in some trauma together, but their specters differ depending on their trauma/tragedy. I like it!
Jumping scenes now, to whatever you like. We can revisit later. But it might be a good idea to have some exposition here, or to see things from Emmon's eyes, or the mother's, or June's etc.
Also, I realized at one point I wrote "Gwen" instead of "June." Just to be clear:
Fenway--protagonist, Emmon's father, married to Gwen (deceased), brother of June (deceased) Emmon--protagonist, son of Fenway/Gwen (deceased) June--Fenway's deceased sister Gwen--Fenway's deceased wife/Emmon's deceased aunt
Right?
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"In all fairness that probably is a sight that would make you stop and reevaluate your life choices." ~ Garren_Windspear
Sure thing boss, I'm gonna try some kind of Memento-style here. --xx--
The rain shot off of leaves onto my bare arms; the riddled water kept my view constantly distorted. I held my stomach; my lungs were screaming from all of the running, but I didn't have time to stop.
Each bullet of rain drew attention away from my pain, away from my misery. I wiped some of the larger splashes from my brow, but I had a larger problem than water in my face. My hands were covered in blood.
Notes:
I left names out of this so we can describe the scene a bit more first. Also, it gives us the freedom to choose whom we are following later. I will say that I concepted this as one of the deceased characters, but maybe this was one of the survivors. As it is, it could easily be Gwen, June, or even Fenway.
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squinty_eyes: Alt, you have fantastic logic. And zero political prowess. CKY: Through a convoluted series of events involving three tons of garden gnomes and a pickup truck, Henderson’s Magikarp defeats the Deoxys terrorizing the city.
Joined: Sep 23, 2013 Posts: 6317 Location: New York
Section 1 What's Happened So Far
June arrived, and Fenway decided it was finally time to take down the desiccated Holiday tree.
"Thanks for coming over sis," he said as she rolled up her sleeves to help him.
June picked up a small box, still wrapped in silver paper and adorned with a garishly green bow, "What are you going to do with all this stuff?" Fenway shrugged; it had honestly been so long since his holiday tree was necessary, he didn't know what he was going to do with it. "I mean," June continued, gently placing the present back under the skeletal tree, "It's been months, Fen. Your family--maybe we should just donate all this stuff, you know?"
Fenway was suddenly less excited that June was helping him, but she was right, he wasn't going to be celebrating Emmon's birthday anymore. In fact, Fenway grimly thought, birthdays, Independence day, Christmas... the chances Fen and Emmon were going to celebrate those ever again were slim to none.
Fenway must have shuddered, because June reached out to hold his hand; his bad hand. June's thumb grazed Fen's knuckles, which were wrapped in swaths of bandages, "Look, if you ever want to talk about it--well, let's just get this cleaned up."
Fenway's bandage got caught on some of the needles, and strands of it were left behind as he removed the ragged decorations.
"Excuse me," he murmured, pulling away from his sister's touch. He walked out of the living room and down the narrow hallway leading deeper into his home, and turned into his bathroom, "Emmon!" he whispered. "You're not supposed to be up!"
"Mother came by again, she was angry about something. She was missing parts, little bits and pieces of her flesh," he held his hand over his shoulder, "rather what used to be skin. Why would she be angry? What could hurt a ghost?"
"Christ, Emmon!" Fen spared a glance behind him--all was still from the living room. June, probably listening. Damn. Fen placed his hands on Emmon's shoulders, gentle, "Did you take your medicine? Your aunt's here."
"Look who's talking," Emmon stated as he quickly scanned the room for June, "do you think they come together?" June and Fen looked at each other; there was a tear in her eye.
Section 2 What's happened So far
The rain shot off of leaves onto my bare arms; the riddled water kept my view constantly distorted. I held my stomach; my lungs were screaming from all of the running, but I didn't have time to stop.
Each bullet of rain drew attention away from my pain, away from my misery. I wiped some of the larger splashes from my brow, but I had a larger problem than water in my face. My hands were covered in blood.
'No rest for the wicked,' someone once told me. Turns out it's true even when you're dead.
The... thing... chasing me turned into the alleyway, looking in the rain like a silhouette made out of television static. It lurched, zombie-like, right toward me, arms outstretched as if seeking an embrace. Only, whenever it touched me, I burned. And the skin... well, you could see it on my arm--a transparency in the shape of a hand print.
I stood up before it could get close and started running again.
Notes
So, busy at work, blah blah blah. I like the idea of this being one of the dead people, and being pursued by something in the afterlife. Don't know how the blood will come into play, but that's the joy of collaboration!
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