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Post by Oliver on Jul 22, 2007 19:10:45 GMT
The weather seemed nice, the rain had recently stopped, though more Rain seemed to be on the way as the clouds above appeared rather threatening. The Library neared and Oliver decided to walk inside, passing by a Teenage girl Ghost of about 15 that was dressed in clothes from the 60's Oliver guessed. He didn't even bother opening the door to the Library, justp assed through, and walked over to the Librarian Desk, reaching up to find a bell with some sign he couldn't read.
Smirking he rang the bell over and over, getting a response from the Librarian who appeared annoyed as she continued to stare at her computer. "Alright, alright, gimme a minute for the love o' Christ." She said, her voice obviously annoyed. Oliver smirked and rang the bell again, this time the Librarian looked up and looked around. No one else but her & Him where at the front of the Library, the rest of the Library patrons where either searching for books, reading, or using the internet.
She sighed and said "Bloody Ghosts can't leave a woman alone." And went back to looking back at her computer. Oliver laughed and ran the bell again before making his way further into the Library, passing a few Ghosts as well as the Living in the process. The living appeared to be rather boring in this Library, no noise, no fun, no nothing. Though, to Oliver, this place seemed very familiar to him, almost as if he's been here before, probably to sleep amongst the books during closing if anything.
Shrugging that feeling off he jumped onto a table and sat down on it, making a noise in the process and scaring the young female in the process before she went back to reading her book. Oliver sat there, hands under his chin, legs crossed, looking around. He was bored, there was nothing to do. The Stable he was staying at was empty, the owner being away on Holiday at the moment. Sighing he prayed for someone to come in, anyone, so he could have something to do.
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Post by Tyler Ishikawa on Jul 23, 2007 19:04:00 GMT
The rain suddenly began to pour once Tyler neared the Library. "Fucking great. Couldn't have waited until I got into the Library to start raining." He muttered as he popped his iPod earbuds into his ear and walked up the steps, leading to the Library. He passed by a young lady, probably 15, dressed in 1960's Hippie Clothes. She appeared to be just sitting there, staring off into the distance as Tyler passed her and made his way into the Library, passed the Librarian behind the desk, and toward the table near the back.
He had a book he wanted to read tucked under his arm, a book he checked out from hear days earlier and just now gotten a chance to read. As he walked he spotted a boy in rather old, dirty, Victorian looking clothing, a dirty hat covered his mangy haired dirty faced head, his pants appeared very dirty, almost looking more like rags than pants, and appeared a size to small, his vest & shirt obviously filthy as well. The boy was no doubt a Ghost, as no other child or adult would get away with sitting atop a table.
He couldn't have been no older than 11 years old, and appeared to be nothing more than a Street Kid, or Street Urchin as they where known in his time. He walked toward the table with which the young lady had recently left, and sat next to the boy. "What brings you to the Library kid?" Tyler asked the Ghost boy, staring directly at him. "Don't be afraid of me, if you are, I'm not going to harm you or anything. I'd just like to talk to you, if you don't mind." Tyler said calmly.
In reality he preffered the company of the dead, it's how he always was, always will be. The living simply didn't really matter to him, as none seemed to like him much, or so he had always thought. This gift, the ability to talk to the dead, could be used to pass messages to the living from there dead realitives, should Tyler have chosen to use his gift for that, but instead he merely used the gift to make friends with the dead. He knew if they wanted to talk, they would, and he was certain this child, the Oprhan boy, as he called him, would no doubt not want to talk to him, but still Tyler remained sitting beside the child sitting cross legged on the table.
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Post by Oliver on Jul 23, 2007 19:34:23 GMT
"What brings you to the Library kid? Don't be afraid of me, if you are, I'm not going to harm you or anything. I'd just like to talk to you, if you don't mind." Oliver jumped slightly when he heard the young mans voice talking to him. It couldn't have been another Ghost. One of the living no doubt, but how...he'd seen him. Oliver slowly turned around to face the man and backed away slightly.
How he hated males, they always hurt him, but this man...he said he wouldn't hurt him. Should Oliver trust that he wouldn't? Oliver sighed and looked at his hair. Such a funny colour, why did people do that to there hair? He continued staring, a slight smile slowly spreading across his face as he moved closer to the man. "I...I think I've been hear before." He answered. "Probably to sleep and get off the London Streets." He answered. "Never could read, so I did not come hear to read sir."
He said with a slight, shy, smile. "I know you can't hurt me sir, you're alive, I'm dead. The living can not hurt the dead, like we can the living." He said as he looked at the man. "How can you see and speak to Ghosts? Have you always been able to speak to us and see us?" He asked Tyler before hopping off the table and sitting next to him, removing his hat as if to introduce himself. "Me names Oliver, like Oliver Twist. Me mate Axe read the book to me after I died, I can't read, he could, I liked the name and after I forgot me real name, I took that name as me own." He introduced himself, his smile growing wider.
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Post by Tyler Ishikawa on Jul 24, 2007 23:21:57 GMT
Tyler smiled, glad the boy chose to talk to him instead of running off, like Tyler assumed he would do. The boy was typical of a child his age, full of questions, full of curiosity. As the child, Oliver, asked how he spoke to Ghosts, and if he had always been able to, Tyler nodded. "I've been able to speak to Ghosts since I was...God...since I was 4 I think. It's a talent I guess, People would call it a gift I guess, like I'm a bloody Psychic." He answered with a shrug. "But it's just something I've always been able to do." He said calmly as he listened to the boy introduce himself, telling him he forgot his real name.
"Oliver huh? I've read the book with which you took your name from. Very good book." He said with a smile before bowing slightly. "I'm Tyler, Tyler Ishikawa. It's good to meet you Oliver." He said politely. Noticing the boy staring at his hair and smiling he couldn't help but laugh, the boy had a curious look in his eyes, almost as if he had wondered why his hair was Teal. "I've dyed my hair, in case you're wondering why it's Teal. It's something I've been doing since I was 12. I'm just...bored with Black hair I guess, every Asian I know has the same colored hair, I just wanted to be different."
He explained with a smile, which quickly faded. "Do you know how you died, and what year you died in, Oliver?" He curiously asked the boy. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me, I'd understand." He said, noticing the look in the boys eyes. He looked rather lonely, almost as if he sought the company of both the living as well as Ghosts. Tyler felt sorry for the boy, how he died at such a young age, how he was homeless, living on the streets of London. But again, Tyler figured the boy might prefer death over life, seeing as how he could do as he pleases and not get hurt, something Tyler assumed happened to the boy quite a lot. He figured that explained why the boy moved back, almost as if he feared Tyler would hurt him.
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Post by Oliver on Aug 28, 2007 22:16:53 GMT
Oliver sighed when asked how he had died. He didn't mind telling others, as he knew the living where so very curious, but he wished he could simply forget it. "I don't remember much." He answered calmly, his voice quiet as if the living, aside from Tyler, were able to hear him. "All I remember is searching for a place to sleep on a rainy night, and everyplace I went to was either locked or had someone inside. I...remember the old Stable connected to a house. It looked comftorable so I went over to it, checked the door, and found it unlocked..." He sighed, wishing he wouldn't have to talk about this. "I...I remember walking inside the Stable, so dark inside...took me eyes awhile to adjust... but when they did I found a pile of hay in one of the Stables and walked over to it and fell asleep instantly." His eyes felt moist, almost as if he wanted to cry, as he continued.
"Next thing I know I was shaken awake. I swear it didn't even feel like I was asleep for long before I woke up and saw this fat bloke shaking me and screaming at me, asking why I was tress...err... inside his home. He wouldn't let me answer, he just kept shaking me before he tossed me toward a wall. My head bounced off it and I could tell it was bleeding, I cracked me skull when it hit the wall. I could feel myself getting tired, like I wanted to sleep, as the guy picked me up and started shaking me. Finally I just decided to give in to me tiredness and...well... I died." He said as he wiped a tear. "Of course, he buried me body in the Stable and I think it's still there today, just covered in what the living call Cement." He sighed as he wiped another tear from his cheeks before deciding to change the subject. "Why do the living dye there hair?"
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