HumanXGhost (TheMadIceCreamMan/JackSkellington)

[Bye.]

Irene's smile widened as he spoke sarcastically of the balcony. "Hey, everybody needs a muse. Even if they're dead." She laughed.

Her ears rang as he spoke of the latest news. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to register everything he talked about. Black president? Women president? That's rather astonishing...she thought. She thought for a moment, and then a smile soon grew.

"Is there really an African American president? We were debating that subject a long time ago before I died. I remember it because I was so upset...I thought that it was so unfair how there were unequal rights. That's amazing how things played out." She smiled widely. Her eyes looked over him and she could see that he was drowsy. She furrowed her eyebrows. "Do you plan on sleeping? Not to be rude but, you do look quite tired. I can leave while you rest." She offered, her mood was cheerful hearing the recent news and she was feeling generous. If only she had something to give.

"Tell me something, what is life like out there?" She wondered, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.​

 

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Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:20 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy was a bit taken back by how responsive she was to what he was saying. Most would listen with deaf ears and find themselves looking at the ground when he asked them questions about what he was saying. A smile crept on his face without him knowing, "Yes there certainty is an African American president. Though like every other president he is human." he looked at her cheerful face feeling pepped up himself. "As for sleep...I honestly need it but I have things to tend to today.." he states. He thought over the fact that he needed to go to the campus to set up his classes, get some food for the week, gain a proper street map, talk to the manager to fix his room, and clean out the rotten food from his fridge. He sighed but maintained his smile, "As for my life out there I don't have one...yet. At this point I'm taking steps to create a life myself." he says with distinction. He looks at the women who is sitting rather close to him, "How about while I'm out I let you use my laptop. I can show you the basics if you like." he states. He imaged she must have at least seen other people bring them in, though they were a recent invention in hindsight.

 

[Bye.]

Irene was actually enjoying her time right now. This was the first in....well, years. She found herself excited at learning this new information.

She laughed a bit. "Yes well, lets just hope that he's human." She giggled then fell back on the bed.

"Ugh, it sucks not being able to sleep. I know your pain." She states while looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes closed as she listened to him speak. Ghosts, unfortunately, are unable to rest.

Sitting up, she gathered her hair onto one side, it hung over her shoulder. She began to braid it, letting every piece tangle between her fingers. Once she was done, she put a hair tie around it and tightened it, making sure the braid didn't come undone.

She tilted her head at him. "Your life hasn't started yet?" She asked. "No, you shouldn't say that. You should be living everyday of your life how you want to. Every second is important." She said sincerely, she's an expert on that. She knows from experience.

"What is a laptop?" She asked curiously, tilting her head and furrowing her eyebrows.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:23 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy watched as she did her hair wondering how tedious her existence was with the limitations of being stuck in these cold walls. Timothy felt a bit embarrassed by the truth of Irene's statement on why every second is important, "You are right. Every second is important, but I need to spend it wisely." he states calmly. He chuckles at the question that would be odd in most other situations. He thinks of how to explain it, "Well think of it as a book. Except there are over a million pages available to you with grand information at your fingertips." he states firmly. She could relate to a book certainly he felt. There was more say about the internet, but he felt that just the formal side of the internet would suffice, though he couldn't stop her from finding darker aspects that lurked on it. He grabbed his bag and started to hunt through its contents until he hooked an older model laptop. "This is a laptop. It...sits on your lap." he says awkwardly realizing how literal its name was. He presses the power button making the screen come aglow illuminating them both in a blueish light.

 

[Bye.]

"A book with lots of information? Are you sure you aren't talking about a thesaurus, are maybe a dictionary?" She asked seriously.

Her eyes followed him as he reached into his bag. A head tilt followed once he explained what it does. Sits on my lap? She thought.

Her eyes widened once she saw the key pad. Keep in mind, she is a ghost with a very old soul. The light blared through the screen as it turned on, making Irene blink a couple times.

"How is this being controlled?" She asked. "There's color behind the screen! And it's....moving." She pointed out, stating the obvious of course. "I never new the future would develop this much, perhaps I should stay in touch with the modern day from now on." She stated. She poked the screen, not too hard, but just to see what it'd do. "You said this is like a book? How so?" She asked curiously.​

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[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:30 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy found himself chuckling at the child like wonder Irene exhibited towards the computer. "It is nothing complicated that I can't give you the basics on." he states as he types in his password. The computer awakens with a distinctive ring sound as it opens his home screen. Everything was neatly stored away in files divided into pictures, media, word documents, and so on. His background screen was fan art from an Animation he was a fan of. Timothy felt heat rise up in his cheeks. Usually only his eyes were set on the machine so having another's eyes curiously buzzing about felt a bit invasive. Timothy shakes off the feeling, "Now this E here is for Internet Explorer. The big book is called the Internet or the World Wide Web. No direct relation to spiders though." he states as he floats the mouse over to open up Internet Explorer. "The hand I'm moving on the screen is called a mouse. Again, no direct relation to an actual mouse." he states wondering if she grasped the concepts.


He clicks the symbol opening up the google search bar. He strokes his chin thinking of how to explain this in adequate terms, "Okay Google is basically a Table of Contents for this big book. In order to dig into the contents you write in a desired word. Any page in the book that has that word shall appear." he looks over to Irene, her eyes still aglow with curiosity. He smiles, "So, tell me a word to search up."

 

[Bye.]

Her eyes lit up as the screen shined. She was curious as to what kind of errands he had to run. Her attention was drawn from her thoughts as she saw the fan art for a background.

"That's cute. What's that from?" She asked, referring to the art. A giggle approaches as he explains what the icons mean. She couldn't help but laugh when he tried to explain everything in a certain way so that she could understand. Although, she was a bit embarrassed at the fact that she can't keep up with the modern day.

Irene's head nods as he explains Google. She lifts up a finger and pokes the screen where the search bar sits. "Hmm..." She wondered. She thought touching the screen would work, but to her surprise it didn't do much but leave a finger print.

"Any word?" She asked. "Well, I don't know. How about something simple like....cat? Or dog?" Her eyes studied him as she noticed a red glow spreading along his cheeks. It caused her to smile.

"Why are you blushing?" She asked curiously with a smirk.​

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[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:30 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy couldn't stop himself from feeling shaky at her blunt questioning. Irene's curiosity and straightforward manner of speech were understandable considering her situation. "Well you see the background image is from a popular TV show in Japan called Steins Gate." he states in a nervous tone. Timothy knew that Television wasn't invented in her time period but the old boxy TV in the room indicated that she had exposure to the technology. Timothy shyly grinned as she prodded the screen again, "This isn't a touchscreen. Sadly I can't afford that myself." he says as he types the word Canine into the search bar. Her sudden devilish grin and following forward question catch off him guard, "Oh I'm blushing?" he says in a low voice as he raises his hand to his cheek. A clear feeling of heat meets his hand, "Sorry, that is embarrassing. I'm not use to people watching me work on my computer...or having a person in close proximity you could say." he says softly. He had always preferred solitude and keeping to himself, being clumsy or odd in social situations.

 

[Bye.]

"Oh, okay." She nods, not really knowing what he was talking about but just went along with it anyway. She knew that Timothy probably already knows that she is clueless to mostly every invention of today.

"Touchscreen? Oh, I just thought it possibly could be because of the cool design. I don't know how advanced today has gotten." Irene smiled. His hands began to move across the keys quickly, pressing in the word 'canine.'

His sudden surprise that he was blushing made her giggle. After he put his hand up to his cheek and pulled it away, she felt his cheek with the back of her hand. She smiled then pulled away.

"I forgot what blushing feels like. I've forgotten what a lot of things feel like..." She sighed, spacing out in thought for a moment.

"Anyway, you have errands to run don't you? I wouldn't like to keep you behind if you have work to attend to." She said, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "After all, it will get dark in a couple hours." She warned.

Irene felt as if she was invading his space. She doesn't want to be a chore for him ever. They're going to have to get used to each other. They're going to be living in the same place, another thing is that Irene can't even leave.

For some reason, she had a feeling that she's going to enjoy living with him. Her hopes were that he felt the same. Hopefully he wouldn't leave like the rest of the others.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:36 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Irene's sudden chilling touch upon his cheek left him unsure as what to say when she quickly filled any possible silence with her next statement. Timothy felt a ping of pity for the person but he retracted this feeling quickly. Pity was not feeling that helped anyone. Timothy questioned in his mind if him being here would burden her as she remembers lost human sensations. "Well if you are curious to how such things feel, like blushing, just ask me about it. I'll try to fill you in on it as best I can." he states firmly. "As for those errands," he gets off the bed and stretches out his back, "I do want to beat the sunset so I'll get on those now." he states. He shuffles through his bag on the bed making is shake slightly, "As for you Ms.Irene. You can experiment with how my trusted laptop works." he grins sightly, "Still if you mess it up I'll remind you of the human sensation of work by having you help me clean out the lovely refrigerator." he says in a non-serious tone. He still had warranty on the computer after all. From his bag he pulls out an old map, his phone, a clipboard, and his wallet. In a clumsy fashion he orientates the items onto his person. He looks back to Irene still posed on the bed, "Anything you need before I head out little missy?" he states. In an odd way it was comforting to come back to company later.

 

[Bye.]

Her head nods to show that she understands. Irene was happy to know that he'd fill her in on feelings. She too got up when he did, making sure the laptop didn't fall off of the bed when it got set aside.

A smile grew on her face as he approached her sarcastically. She started laughing. "Don't worry, I'll help you clean the fridge either way. I wouldn't want to have to watch you suffer from its wrath." She giggled. "And I promise nothing bad will happen to your piece of technology." She concluded, nodding a bit. As he asked her if she needed anything, she thought for a moment. She had something in mind, but didn't want to be rude by asking him to buy her something.

Well...it will only be this once. She told herself.

"U-uhm...I was wondering maybe you--you don't have to if you can't but maybe...I was thinking about getting a new dress and, since I can't get up and go to the store...." She trailed off, she didn't want to come off as rude. "Well maybe, if you can manage it...can you buy me a new dress?" She asked, she began blushing and then felt her face. "I'm blushing!" She said, excited. It's been a while since she has blushed.​

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Day 1

Date: February 2nd


Time: Afternoon (2:50 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy found himself containing a muffled laugh as Irene muttered what she wanted. From the moment he ran into she had a quick tongue so seeing her stumble was a curious sight. A dress huh he thought when she erupted with joy. "Hmm blushing," he comes slightly close to her face seeing a clear red growth, "You know I think a sly grin suits you better." he states with a grin riddled onto his own face. "Still if you can blush I'm sure you are able to experience a variety of human sensations." he states with confidence as he looks at the time with his phone. "As for the dress I'll see what I can do." he mutters now nervous about the time. Timothy opens up the door ready to head out before quickly turning around. "Umm...behave. Okay?" he states as he quickly heads to the elevator without waiting for an answer. He had limited time and the task to get a dress added to things.


Timothy impatiently tapped his foot up and down as the elevator took its time to the lobby. As the elevator door opened a rush of light came in reminding him of the bad electricity upstairs. Rubbing his eyes a familiar voice greeted him, "O-Oh what is this rush." said the old man from before. "I have some errands to run today. I'm in a bit of a rush." he answered as he headed to the front doors. "Is there anything we can do to later your choice." the old man said in a panicked tone. Timothy realized at that point that the old, likely the manager of the place, thought he was leaving. Timothy stops in his tracks, "Yes, there is something you can do. I'll be back in a few hours. If my room is cleaned, has water, and functioning electricity I'll pretend you there is no issue. Understand?" he states with distinction waiting for the older man's answer. Timothy could tell they didn't want him to leave for some contractual reason so he would use this. In a sweat the old man agrees and Timothy is out onto the streets fumbling a cab number in his phone.


(OOC: You have control of what the staff does till Timothy returns.)

 

[Bye.]

A smirk crept upon her lips when he said that a grin suits her better. She smiled widely and followed him to the door as he rushed to beat the sunset. His sudden rush didn't quite give her time to say or do anything, other than smile and wave as he left.

Goodness, he didn't even shut the door. Irene laughed and shook her head, leaning against the doorframe and listened as she heard the elevator drop down and then soon the silence was back.

Turning around, she went back inside and shut the door behind her. Forgetting to lock it. She made it to the balcony in time to see him getting a cab. She smiled then left the balcony and raced to his room. In there was something secret...

She went to one side of the bed. There, a piece of the floor was secretly a safe. She opened up the floor by simply moving the piece aside. The hard part was remembering the combination.

Holding her ear up to it, it clicked and soon she found it was open. Her eyes lit up and pulled the little door open, revealing a fairly large jar with big cash inside.

Smiling, she pulled it out and got up from the floor. When she turned around, she saw something that surprised her. The front door was open. "T-timothy?" She called out, a bit quietly. The door! I forgot to lock the door! She thought.

A tall man with a beard, balled head, tattoos, and big build walked in just then, seeing her. She gasped, she had forgotten to turn invisible after getting comfortable. She looked at the man, and the man looked at her, then at the glass jar full of money. Irene planned on giving the money to Timothy, but the other man's devious look told her that she should either try to scare him, or try to get passed him.

He was clearly part of the staff, he had a badge and all. He shut the door behind him and locked it with an evil grin.

"What are you doing with all that money?" He asked, creeping towards her slowly. "You know, my job doesn't pay me enough for what I do...I could use some extra money." He said, reaching out his hand.

"This doesn't belong to you!" She spat, walking back and stopping agaisnt a wall. She was cornered, trapped. This scene reminded her of her death, and it shook her up more than anything.

"You know, I don't remember seeing a lady move in here. Are you an intruder? I can take the money off of your hands and you don't have to pay the price by getting into jail for breaking into someone's home." He had leaned his arm against the wall, hovering over her.

Quickly, she turned invisible and kicked him in, ya know, where it hurts. Running passed him with the money, you saw a floating jar, she opened the door as he lay on the floor yelling. She turned visible again.

"Help! Help!" She called loudly. Soon, three men came running and saw to her distress. She told them that she was a guest of Timothy, and she was giving him the last of the rent money that she owed him. The men blindly surpassed that and went into the apartment, grabbed the man, and left.

Once everybody was gone, she sighed and set the money back into its safe. She has had the money for years, she had been saving it up before she died. There has to at least be a couple hundreds in there.

A different man had come back, and he was working on the pipes as she sat on the bed looking at pictures of canines on the internet. He had fixed the water problem, and after he left an electrician came in to put the electricity back on.

Both of the men had told her that they weren't going to clean that fridge, so they went on their way.

"Finally, I can be alone again. I forgot how big men's egos are." She sighed then locked the door. She pulled up a medium sized trash can and plopped down on the floor next to the fridge. Irene had no intention on telling Tim that she was actually the one who would clean the fridge. She didn't want him to know that the staff aren't good at their job. She didn't want to risk Tim leaving.

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Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (9:38 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor

Leaving the hotel Timothy was brought back into the hustle and bustle of the vast city. At that moment in time the sun was center point in the sky casting its rays down on the young men. Cars progressed through the streets quickly with no regard to the people on the sidewalk that just like the cars followed a steady path. As he approached the street he waved his hand trying to catch a cab's attention. To his surprise he quickly did as a cab seemed to squeeze out of the cramped road to meet his needs. The driver leaned out of his video with skin burned from the sun, "Boy get in the back real quick and tell me where ya need to be. Quick now." he stated in a gruff tone. Timothy popped open the yellow door and dropped into the rough attire of the seat. "I'm need to get to Nise University sir." Timothy stated as he shut the door blocking out the sounds of the city. "Don't call me sir." the cab drive stated as he performed a sharp turn melding back into the street earning him a honk from a near by car. Timothy grabbed onto the fabric of his seat as he was not quite use to the chaotic manner in which people drove in this city. After a while of thinking about what he would say to the scheduler in the school Irene popped into his mind. Timothy wasn't sure how to wrap his mind about the concept of a ghost. It was the last thing he expected when hr entered this city. Was she something troublesome or not he couldn't quite put down. He rubbed his cheek where she touched it, swearing the chill was still there. He found himself blushing a bit again remembering her bright smile before he shook his head. His trips did not allow for much sleep so as expected the young man soon drifted off in the back of the cab.


"Hey!" screamed a voice as Timothy stirred from his slumber on the dirty seat. "You gonna drool all over my seat. Anyways hurry your butt up and out. We are here." stated the cab driver not looking back at Timothy. The words quickly pepped him up as he looked out the window. The sun was dipping behind the metal tops of towering buildings giving him an indication of how long he had been out. The University appeared as any other office building that surrounded it. It had a sheen metallic look that was only boosted by the final rays of sunlight. From what he saw online each floor of the building hosted to a different purpose. Mostly different scientific disciplines on each floor since this was what the school primarily was concerned with. "Hey! Don't go drooling on my window either." barked the cab driver. He wasn't sure how long he had been looking out the window in awe. "Sorry sir." Timothy quickly got out the car as the city sounds enveloped him again. "Thank you for the ride." he said as he handed the correct amount of money to the cab driver. Without a response the yellow car merged back into the jammed street without a word from its driver.


Timothy found that while the building had an imposing shell the people inside were softies. He spoke with one of many schedules in the lobby floor. Due to his profession at general biology he would spend most of his time on the third floor, the biology area, and the fifth floor, the chemistry area. After the talk he had three classes set for the coming semester. With is most important goal for that day complete Timothy found his steps much softer. Throwing away a bit more time he made sure to know where his rooms would be for the first day as he explored the building. As it would turn out he ran into what would be one of his professors and got lost in a chat with him for a bit. Walking out the building and into the mists of humans Timothy found himself not minding that nighttime had mostly encroached upon unknowingly. The coolness of the dusk air reminded of Irene. For years she had been on her own, having countless people run from her. Looking at his phone is was already 6:45 pm. Timothy didn't want to worry her so he decided to hold back on navigating the streets. Waving his hand for a cab one appeared quite quickly yet again for him.


Unlike his previous grumpy driver the hip-hop music that boomed from the cab indicated a positive vibe. Timothy himself didn't enjoy the boastful music instead finding joy in simple instrumental music from violins and pianos. "Ey man! Jump right in da back and I can get you where ya need to be." the driver stated as he bopped his head up and down to the music. Nodding Timothy assorted himself in the back seat and told the driver to head to the hotel. As the drive progressed he found it hard to concentrate on the information he took down on his clipboard with the booming music. Glancing out the window he caught sight of clothing store with vividly colored dresses on display. Timothy found his eyes widened as the memory clicked in. "Umm stop here please..." he stated to the driver. "Hmm ya sure? We haven't been cruising long." the driver states. "Yes. I forgot something."


The kind cab driver dropped him off on the sidewalk near the clothing shop. Soon he propped himself into the store catching the sweet scent that seemed to linger about in the store. Looking around he found a lot of dresses that all seemed to argue for attention with their odd modern flare. He thought back to the light blue dress that Irene adorned and how it generously hugged her figure. With that in mind he came upon a certain dress that seemed to scream out to him. He stroked his hands over the smooth creme white surface of the dress. It was a modest dress that was smooth until around the waist where it was ruffled in an elegant fashion until about below the knees. Seeing the price he found himself taken back. "Hmm 600 dollars for a dress...I could get into a class for that much." he mumbled to himself. "Well it is made of very fine silk I assure you." stated a womanly voice from behind him. Turning around he found the white face of a women with tied back brown hair and oak brown eyes to match. She giggled a bit as she caught sight of his shocked face. "I...don't think I'll buy it." he stated. Irene was someone he had only just met. Thinking it over he wasn't what compelled him to consider buying a dress. "Well you should. You would be quite sexy in it I assure you dear." she stated in a voice that sounded serious. Yet again his face heated up, "Umm...it isn't for me. I-I mean I just met her and this is a lot of money..." he mumbled trying to find the right words. A smile formed on the women's face, "Well what made this dress catch your eye hmm?" she asked. His cheeks heated up further thinking of her in it, "I g-guess since she already has a light complexion and hair it would allow for her green-blue eyes to flare out..." he stated in a low voice. "Oh, I see." she states with a grin, "I also see you have a taste for something more simplistic in design. How cute." she spoke outright. Timothy nervously stirred, "Yes...still I only just met the person-" he stated before getting cut off "Shush. If I was able to get you a deal on this would you buy it? Be honest." she stated looking him in the eye. "...Yes, actually." he states mystified by his own answer. "Well even if you just met this girl. I have a feeling it would be worth it. Call in intuition dear." she states with a smile.


Timothy was able to get the dress at the humble price of 200 dollars though he would be expected to pay 300 more over the progression of two years. Sitting in the back seat of a new cab he looked over at the dress gently laid down in the seat next to him. He thought over the words the clerk stated and about his own odd behavior. The drive took a fair share of time as they neared the apartment. With a thanks and payment the driver took off like all the others. What am I doing he thought to himself as he walked through the front doors. It was generally quiet, but the scene was the same as in the morning with less guests about the lobby. "So, you returned Mr.Smiton." stated a now familiar voice of the old manager. "Yes, I decided it best not to leave." Timothy says with a smile. "Yes, quite. You also decided it best to harbor an unpaid for extra in your room." the old man stated. Timothy was taken back, why would Irene show herself. "Umm...yes, but it wasn't planned." Timothy mumbled. A lie could of perhaps worked but guilt would bite at the young man's mind. The older man smiled now knowing the women upstairs wasn't paying for any sort of rent as she had said. "Well she best be out by morning or the cost of renting the room will be doubled naturally." he stated swiftly. Nodding Timothy motioned himself to the elevator. As the door closed the last thing he was the man's twisted smile. Not the nicest fellow he thought, but what did he expect with the trick he pulled this morning. The doors opened back to the dusty hallway with a certain chill in the stale air. With night now ruling the sky the floor seemed darker. With a childish sort of fear he quickly shuffled around the hallway turn to his door. It was at that moment he realized that he forgot the key inside his room. With that he knocked on the door, "Umm Irene its me." he stated through the door. The time now being 9:38 pm.

 

[Bye.]

The time was beginning to get late. Irene could tell by the sun setting outside. She had managed to put everything into the garbage bin in a matter of an hour, taking her time of course. It had to have been at least 6:30 by now, or maybe somewhere along the lines of that. Timothy crossed her mind and she wondered what he could be up to. Would he come back soon? She actually had no clue as to where he went. He seems like a man with a busy schedule.

She got up from the floor and shut the fridge doors. The big white ice box smelled less horrid now. She moved the trash onto the balcony so that it wouldn't stink up the room. Maybe it would air out.

For her, time seems to go a bit faster. Everything moves in a different fashion as humans due to her being alone. She got used to not having a clock to tell the time. She got used to having no running water or electricity. Although she doesn't need water for anything, it would've been nice to play around with in her years of boredom. She no longer needs to shower or anything like that since she's a ghost. She forgot the feeling of what warm water upon the skin feels like.

Her mind created a flashback of what had happened a while earlier. That man who entered the room. The look on his face. He was going to try to do something terrible to her if she hadn't called for help in time. That man probably wouldn't have even been able to touch her, but the thought of him wanting to cause destruction made her sick. Why are people so heartless? She asked herself. She traveled to the bedroom and saw his computer sitting on the bed. It was in its sleep mode.

She touched it and soon the light appeared slowly from behind the fragile screen. It caused some light in the room. The page she had been looking at before of dogs still remained, and she just scrolled down the page, finding herself quite bored.

"Hmm.." She trailed off. I wonder what Timothy is doing? She thought. She pushed the laptop aside and leaned back into the bed, staring up at the blank ceiling. She began to get curious as to when he would come back.

That's when she remembered something. The money! She exclaimed in her head then rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. With a loud thud when she hit the carpet, she removed the piece of flooring. Remembering the combination, she twisted the lock about. Soon it clicked and she pulled it off. Opening the safe, she pulled out the glass jar and jumped up to her feet, excited.

"He's going to be so happy!" She laughed then danced around the room. A sudden knock was heard at the door and she stopped moving, paranoid from earlier. The voice said her name, only Timothy could know her name. She hid the jar behind har back with one hand, and opened the door with the other. She saw him peeking through.

"Well welcome home!" She smiled brightly. Her mood had completely changed from earlier. She made sure that he didn't see what was behind her back just yet, but it was obvious that she was hiding something.​

 

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Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (9:40 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

All the questions he had about why the manager made mentions of her evaporated as he caught sight of the room. The manager certainly kept to his word as the once blinking light now gleamed with new found energy bathing the room in its glow. The finer details in the wallpaper and chiseled flooring were so well pronounced, but none so much as the figure that greeted him back. The brightness complemented Irene well as the light played against her tied back golden hair and smooth contours of her face. Her smile was something you couldn't help but notice, as if it were contagious a smile formed across his lips. Causally he had the white dress behind his back, but maintained his gentleness with it to avoid wrinkles. "T-Thank you for the warm welcome, Irene." he states gently. Even in his own home when he returned from school or work he rarely was shown such a formal welcome such as this. He couldn't maintain eye contact for long with her as it invoked a weird sensation up his spine. Instead as he entered the room he averted his gaze to the work done on the room. Not so shockingly the dust had been stirred, but not cleaned up. Beyond that it seemed many years younger then when he first saw it. He would have to thank the old man for his care later, though he had no idea about how the staff treated Irene. "So, you have been waiting ever so patiently for me it seems." he states with a casual grin while using his hand work to keep the dress out of sight. He looked over to his computer seeing the images of different breeds of dogs, she didn't touch the computer it seemed. It made him wonder if she had been waiting for him all this time, with only her thoughts to keep her company. Timothy sat down on the bed with a thump giving Irene his full gaze of attention.

 

[Bye.]

A nod follows her smile as he thanks her for the welcome. She could tell that he was looking around the room, studying the work that the men did, which wasn't much. The only thing the men did was give her a scare and turn the electricity and water on. On the other hand, this place wouldn't be too hard to clean up. All there really is to do is dust, sweep, re paint...and really, she couldn't think of anything else at the moment. Her thoughts ended when he spoke.

"Oh, yes I have." She said, a little embarrassed.

"You must've got a lot done." She said, completely forgetting that she asked him to buy her a dress.

As she watched him, she noticed something a little strange. Was he hiding something behind his back too? Irene wondered. He didn't have the same clumsy stance as before when he's around her, but he did try to avoid turning around when she looked at him. She could tell he had something.

As he sat on the bed she smiled and leaned up against the wall a couple feet in front of him. She hid the jar of cash behind her back carefully, doing the same as he did to hide the surprise.

"So, did you get what you needed done?" She asked, trying to hold back a giggle, but she was excited to know what he has behind his back. She was also excited to give him the gift behind her back.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (9:43 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Her question brought to light how little he accomplished that day. "Well I only managed to get my classes for next semester set. I didn't expect for the cab rides to consume so much of my time." he stated slight disgruntled, though he maintained a smile. "Anyways tomorrow I'll just have to go grocery shopping as it were." he says as he placed his clipboard and phone on the bed. Looking over Irene it was clear she was off kilter. Usually she had her arms freely about her side, but she was now adorning a stiff military like pose with her arms locked behind her back. She was hiding something but he pushed that thought aside, "Umm Irene. I talked to the manager downstairs. It seems you were seen though you don't have to tell me why if you don't feel like it. I just ask that you keep your presence hidden or my rent will go up. He threatened as much anyway." he states. Timothy trys to give off a positive smile, "On a better note do you like how they shaped up the room?"

 

[Bye.]

Irene's face turned red when Timothy mentioned the manager. The manager has always been a money hungry man. She felt a bit guilty, and if his rent does go up, it's her fault. She looked down at the floor and sighed, waiting for the red in her cheeks to disappear before making eye contact again.

Timothy is quite good at changing the subject, she was glad that she didn't have to sit there in a long silence. She lifted her head back up and looked around.

"Yes, it's nice. You also have running water and electricity. And I cle-- I mean, they cleaned out the fridge for you." She smiled politely. "Well, at least there are a couple things you can cross out on the list now." She let out a sigh of relief.

She had forgotten about the jar and decided that now would probably be a good time to give it to him since the room went silent.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands." She said excited. "I have something for you."​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (9:48 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy listened tentatively to Irene's words. "Well I only asked that much of them, though the cleaned refrigerator is nice bonus." he states with a smile. He was able to let out a small breathe of relief knowing that some issues in his room were wrapped up with a quick word from early that day. What kind of contract was the manager held up in that he was willing to invest into a single room, then again the floor should have been in functional order in the first place. The thought was beating at his mind more then it should have, this was his new adobe so he felt he needed to know these things. Timothy tended to over think things in such a fashion giving them mental weight they should have. Thankfully the curious request Irene brought about took him away his thoughts. She seemed filled with a child like energy, her eyes a aglow. In a contagious fashion Timothy found himself anticipating her surprise. "S-Sure" he says more nervously then he wanted to. He closed his eyes and offered out his open hands.

 

[Bye.]

Once Timothy closed his eyes she whipped out the jar from behind her back. Her ruffled dress swayed back and forth as she happily placed it in his open hands. She stepped back, holding her hands together then placed them against her sides. "You can open your eyes now." She told him.

The time was late and she could imagine that he was pretty tired. City lights blared through the window, illuminating the room. Police sirens could be heard off in the distance. A breeze slipped in through the cracked open balcony doors. The city was absolutely gorgeous at night, beautiful lights flared out.

Irene moved to stand next to the window, leaning herself against the glass. She peered out to look down at everything. Timothy was lucky to get a spot on one of the top floors. He got one of the best views.

"Tim, have you seen the view yet?" Irene asked, turning her head to look at him. Her calmness went up and she was in a relaxed state. She always got mesmerized by the way the colors shined.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (9:53 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

The object she placed in his hands was cold and smooth to the touch. He tapped his fingers against the surface as it gave off a clear glass sound. A glass jar he thought. The mystery of it all was revealed when he was given permission to open up his eyes. Looking upon the jar his eyes widened at the greenery that was locked inside it. His reaction didn't lay in a sense of joy but questioning. How did she get a hold of all this he thought as his eyes brows arched. He shot a quick glance to her ready to voice his thoughts but she was already by the window bathed in the city lights. She seemed oddly content with over looking the city. The same view for all eternity, no that isn't right as time progressed the view would slowly change. An ever changing canvas. The words wouldn't come out, he looked back to the jar full of greenery and mystery. As a man knowledge and questioning he rarely stopped to see deeper meaning of things. A glass jar full of dyed green cotton rectangles is what it was, but he had to pay respect to what it meant in a human light. A generous gift. His lips curled into a smile, "T-Thank you for the gift." he stated firmly not looking up. He supposed the how didn't matter as much as the fact that she gave him a gift. A nervous shiver was about him, he wasn't sure why.

 

[Bye.]

Irene had forgotten about her ability to read minds, and thought that maybe she could try it out on Timothy. As he looked at the glass jar full of green in wonder, she smirked and tried out her power.

Just as she read his mind, he had asked himself how she got the money. A smirk placed itself on her lips and she kept looking out the window.

"I used to save up all of my money. I planned on using it to travel." She said, answering his question. "It's quite ironic actually. I wanted to travel, yet I'm stuck in one place for the rest of my immortality." She stated. "I had traveled here to the city to start over. I was saving it up to go to France. The thing that could've saved my life killed me. If I would've never came here, this wouldn't have happened." She said, closing her eyes for a moment. "That's the irony of it all."

She glanced at him, seeing him crack a smile. She was happy to finally give it to someone. All her money, all her hard work.

"You're welcome." She smiled, not showing her teeth, but it was definitely genuine. Her head tilted as she looked at him. Irene seemed to notice that he is a nervous person, and she wondered why. And for some reason, it happens when he's around her. I wonder if he's like this all the time. Probably...she thought to herself, assuming that case.

"If you don't mind me asking, but, why are you nervous right now?" She asked. She could tell he was by feeling his energy, even by just looking. Irene likes to speak her mind, especially when she's curious.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:01 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy tilted his head in her direction as she illuminated some more of her past to him. It was quite relieving that she explained the jar's origin as he no longer had to wonder over the subject. The upfront nature of her questions was something he had yet to get use to himself. "That is a good observation. I have always been like this since I was a child. It just takes me time to get use to..." Timothy paused as he thought of a good phrase. "New situations and new people." said Timothy as he drummed his fingers on the glass jar again. A crooked smile formed on his face, "Even with family I'm nervous. Probably why I aimed to be a scientist due to being able to be around people of a common interest. Even then I fumble around with my words." he states not proud of the fact. In all truth he came out here to finally be on his own, to finally own some form of control over his own life. The events of the day proved that his situation wouldn't follow up as such, at least in his mind. In the moment of silence he looked over the jar, it held her dreams. Has she given up on her dreams he thought.

 

[Bye.]

Irene understood exactly what he was talking about. She used to be the same way. People always shook her a bit, she could never tell if they were judging her or...if she was saying the right words. Back then she actually cared about what people thought of her. Now that she's a ghost, she has nothing to worry about...except for leaving the building.

She nodded as he talked, shifting her body around to face him as she leaned against the window sill. She began playing with her hair again, taking the braid out that she had done earlier. The braid had left her hair wavy, and she ran her hands through it, brushing it gently.

A light smile crossed her lips as she read his mind again. She watched him hit the jar lightly with the ends of his fingers.

For a moment she hesitated, but then the words came out. "I can't leave here so...I don't have a choice whether I want to carry on with my dreams or not. I can't..." She said, the words came out softly. She made her way over to sit on the edge of the bed. "But, since you're studying to become a scientist, this money could really help you, at least a little." She said, her emotions beginning to fall apart.

Her dreams, it never hit her this hard until now, but she can never leave. She can never see the world. She can never get married. She can never have kids or a family. The thought made her sick. Irene is a spirit with a lot of sadness, but tries not to show it. She kept a blank stare at the floor, not showing her emotions. Ghosts can disappear and reappear, that's the same thing that she does with what she is feeling.​