HumanXGhost (TheMadIceCreamMan/JackSkellington)

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:11 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy looked over at as she spoke, a little shaken. What Irene spoke of had nothing to do with what he had said, rather is coincided with his thoughts. The words she spoke reminded him that she was something no longer of this earth. The gears in his mind turned as he debated over her words, something felt assumptive about them. Timothy released a deep breath from his chest before speaking, "You speak like that is a fact. I...doubt you know all the aspects of being a spectral being. To be honest I hate it when someone assumes something. Until you get the facts straight don't let go of a dream till you have founded proper reasoning." said Timothy in a stern fashion. He had found himself wanting to let go of his own dreams many times over but that philosophy never allowed for such nonsense. The stone look chiseled on her face shook him up slightly. Perhaps I said to much he thought nervously as he looked away back at the jar. Looking upon it gave him a thought, "Look Irene I have two gifts for you today." said Timothy. He felt that he had a better approach to the issue.

 

[Bye.]

Irene was a bit surprised at his serious tone. She looked at him and smiled. "I wish I could say that myself, but you have no idea how many times I've tried to get out of here. In order to go on with my dreams I'd need to find an escape." She said the words so sure of herself. She'd come to this conclusion long ago.

Her thoughts set on his mind again as she read what he was thinking. "No, you haven't said too much." She answered. "I like it when you talk, it reminds me that I'm not actually alone anymore."

A cold hand ran through her hair and she adjusted her dress. She could tell his mind was racing just by looking at him. Her gaze shifted down to the jar. The glass reflected the moonlight shining through the window, she could see it clearly now that she was sitting next to him.

"Gift?" She asked. "Two gifts? Timothy...you didn't have to go buying me gifts..." She felt a little bad, she didn't want him to spend money on her. But she doesn't even know what the gifts are yet. She got caught wandering off into a daydream of different thoughts and questions.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:16 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

"Irene are you..." he paused thinking there was no way she knew his thoughts. Timothy felt in his sleepy mood he was just voicing his thoughts, though he felt unsettled. Wouldn't be the first time it caused him an awkward night. Timothy didn't place as much thought as he normally would on the subject as he motioned his hand over to the dress hidden beside him. Catching sight of the expensive white cloth he didn't feel much pride in it like before. Timothy turned his head towards her, Irene's facial expression framed concern over him rather than anticipation for the gifts she would gain very soon. It put a smile on his mouth again, most would worry over their material gain first. Timothy pulled up the folded clothing into view, "Now it is a rather frivolous thing really, but I got a hold of it for quite the steal I assure you. A good change of pace for someone like you though I'm sure." he said as he placed the white fabric on her lap. "Now don't talk just yet and close your eyes for the last gift." he stated firmly. Tapping his fingers against the glass jar methodically on his lap Timothy felt nervous for his next task as he awaited for Irene's eyes to close.

 

[Bye.]

A blush crossed her face right when he was about to ask her the question. She already knew what he was going to ask, and she let out a giggle. As he thought about it, she was going to answer his question that he never finished, but decided that she'll save that conversation for another time. All of her powers should be discussed at some point, it's only fair.

Her head tilted as she watched him reach behind his back and smile. Hmm, what does he have? She asked herself. The anticipation of wanting to know was slowly rising in her stomach.

The shine in her eyes went even brighter as he pulled out the dress. A smile grew on her face and she stared at its beauty.

"Thank you....so much." She thanked happily. She was going to thank him again and give him a hug, but soon after he put the dress on her lap he told her to close her eyes. A smirk grew on her face.

"Okay fine." She smiled, closing her eyes as she listened to his finger tips tap on the glass. "They're closed now." She held back a chuckle as excitement grew inside of her. She has never been so excited in a long time.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:24 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy chuckled a bit at her excited disposition over the dress. She had an odd charm about her face that made it aglow when she smiled, at least he thought so. "Umm the next gift is a bit improvised. The world offers many chances. I don't want you to think that you are out of these chances due to your unique situation. Rather I feel you have a chance no one else will ever get themselves." he said as he studied her face. "As you said I know nothing of your struggle, but surely I can learn to understand. As a scientist...no as a person really I always know there is way to accomplish anything given time." he stated as he took a deep breath. "As such I hope this is a gift you are able to receive as I try to return your ability to dream. Maybe you couldn't get out on your own, but time has passed and maybe I can offer you a way out." he says trying to maintain his composure as continues on. "I won't rant on anymore. Just know this object here is symbolic of the fact that there is always a way so long as there are mysteries in our little world. As such I return your dreams humbly." he states calmly as he places the glass jar full greenery and hope upon her lap. Timothy rests his hands upon his lap tapping his heel up and down a bit, a nervous tick, as he awaits her response.

 

[Bye.]

Her eyes stayed closed as she listened to his words. Not one word came from her, thoughts raced through her head. Offer me a way out? She thought to herself. That would be wonderful. A light smile grew upon her lips. She felt another gift being placed in her lap, she felt it with her hands. The jar.

Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked a couple times while she looked down at the jar. It was cold, and she ran her fingers across the lid. From the corner of her eye she saw that Timothy was waiting for her to say something. She thought some more about what he said.

A way out? She kept thinking. So many questions crossed her mind. Why does he seem so sure of himself that there is a way out? She wondered then lifted her head to look at him.

Okay. I accept this. Thank you so much. She thought then put the gifts aside for a moment. Her arms extended then closed, wrapping around Timothy as she gave him a hug.

"Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me. You've given me hope that there is a way out. You've restored my faith in dreams. I will try hard to stay positive."​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:30 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

A cold soothing wave passed into him as Irene embraced him in a hug. The fact that she accepted his words so whole heatedly left him stunned just as much as her sudden hug. Timothy was sure he was shaking as he tried to stiffen out his spine in an attempt to stop it. "I'm glad my words were able have that effect on you. To be honest I thought you would be more stubborn on the subject." he said. He couldn't be sure if he was allowed to return the hug or not as he debated the subject in his mind. He settled with resting one hand on her back trying to meet things half way, which he suddenly thought this was more awkward then just returning the full hug. As such he did return the hug finding himself rather cooled down from her aura as the heat of the city faded away. She has been here for over a hundred years, alone. Of course she would cling to a light in a tunnel he thought to himself. "I-I'm sorry ignore what I just said. I think I understand why you took my words in so quickly." he said. Unknowing to him he hugged a bit tighter as he rarely experienced care such as this.

 

[Bye.]

Hm, a light in a tunnel? Yes, I guess he's right. She thought. "No, its fine. You're right. I'm going to stop reading your mind. I meant to stop a while ago, but I forgot that I ever started." She said. "I don't want to invade your privacy anymore, after all, our minds are our greatest ability."

The hug was lasting a long time. She didn't want to seem like a creep holding onto Timothy for this long. She didn't know whether he felt awkward or not. Waiting a couple seconds, she pulled away slowly. Irene would've held on longer, but didn't know if that was alright to do.

Her gaze traveled down to the dress she had set beside herself on the bed. It was gorgeous. Suddenly she found herself smiling.

"Mind if I try it on yet?" She asked, inching her hand towards the dress.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:36 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy sat back as she let go a it stunned. Mind reading... he thought as he absorbed the fact. His jaw opened up as he was about to say something on the subject but Irene's cheery voice stopped him. His eyes trailed down to the dress, remembering its existences. His facial features softened up at the joy Irene was exhibiting as he looked back up to her. "Well it is your dress now. So you don't need to ask me." he said excited to see her in it himself. He held his head in his hand as he wondered over what she meant by mind reading. Heat grew into his cheeks at the thought of his mind space being dug into. What else can she do he thought... he thought nervously. Timothy looked at Irene with a curiosity as he was reminded of what she was. The mystery of her perplexed him.

 

[Bye.]

Her face lit up as she jumped off of the bed with the dress in her hands. "Okay! Yay! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She continued on until she got to the bathroom.

When she got to the bathroom the light was dim. The bathroom was a small one, but big enough for one person to fill the space. It had granite counter tops, and the shower was recently scrubbed down and cleaned. Although she's a ghost, she is still able to see her reflection. The only time she can't see herself in a mirror is when she turns invisible.

The door shut behind her and she began undressing. She stripped down to everything except for her under clothes, unzipping her new dress. The dress began to get pulled over her head then it fell around her sides. It shaped her small frame perfectly. It twirled with her as she watched the ruffles flare out. She straightened out the bottom by tugging at the ends, not too hard. Making sure it was zipped up all the way one last time, she began to turn the bathroom door handle.

The door swung open as she walked out smiling happily. She poked her head back into Timothy's bedroom. A smirk appeared on her smug face as she saw him in deep thought. She kept to her word about not reading his mind, although it was tempting. Still, temping or not, it's an invasion of privacy.

Opening the door a little more, she stepped in. Her face had a slight tint of pink to it.

"So...what do you think?" She asked, running her hand through her hair.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:40 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy laid down on the bed feeling wrapped in the velvet covers. The day had been more then what he would have ever suspected. Drifting off to sleep would have been the likely outcome if not for Irene returning. He sat up with a bolt catching sight of her. Taking a few seconds of looking at her it seemed the store clerk was right. The original dress he grabbed would have been a size to big so this one seemed to hug her frame perfectly. The creme white of the dress and the light color of her hair made her blue tinged eyes flare out in a beautiful display. He wasn't sure how long he was starting in his sleepy daze before speaking up, "Y-You look really good in it. How does it feel?" he said nervously. His own face a certain shade of pink. Certainly he had bought his family items for Christmas or a birthday, but not so much for a stranger. It shaped for a situation he wouldn't have expected.

 

[Bye.]

Irene watched as Timothy lazily lifted up his tired head. His sleepy eyes seemed to blink slowly as he stared at her, seeing that the dress fit. She blushed a bit then smiled at the ground, running a hand through her hair.

"Tha-thank you..." She trailed off, looking back up at him. "It feels nice. It fits perfect."

Irene could tell that Timothy was extremely tired. The sight of him dozing off made her chuckle. An eyebrow raised and she began to laugh.

"You definitely need some sleep, buddy." She smiled. "I'll leave you alone. I promise I'll be quiet." She chuckled then leaned away from the wall. "Goodnight." She said then left the room, shutting his bedroom door behind her quietly.

What a day. This was the most exciting day for her in years. She couldn't believe she was living with someone, and he's not even afraid if her. Timothy actually doesn't seem to mind her. A smile grew upon her face as she jumped up happily and made her way to the balcony. The city lights outside still shined brightly. It was perfect. Everything was going great.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 1

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Date: February 2nd


Time: Night (10:50 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy made an attempt to perk up a bit when Irene made mentions of him being sleepy. She was already exiting the room as the white dress shimmered in the light, "Goodnight!" he said as she closed the door. He grumbled a bit as he crashed back into the mattress, That was rude of me. I'm not even tired... he thought as he eyelids anchored themselves shut. Rolling around in the comfort of the velvet clothes he soon found himself fumbling around with half baked thoughts. Shooting up from he bed he mumbled to himself about setting his alarm. Still need to buy food, get a map, and manage my money he thought as he grabbed his phone. Laying back down on the covers he looked at the blaring light of his phone. He grumbled a bit again as the phone demanded a password before it gave him pass. Closing his eyes again for what he thought would be but a moment he found his breath slowly found his breathes shorter and deeper as well as his eyes growing heavier. With the lights in the room still aglow and laying down atop the blankets rather then in them he fell into a slumber. His phone clattered to the old wood floor, the alarm never set.


(You get to choose when to wake up Timothy or you can let him wake up on his own. You can also do what ever you feel in the night. What ever is most interesting for you.)

 

[Bye.]

Irene could sense his silence as he fell into a deep sleep. She giggled a bit, peeking her head into the room quietly to see that the lights were still on. He seemed to be in the middle of something while he fell asleep. His slumber interrupted what he needed to do. She shook her head and smiled. Poor Timothy. She thought. He's had an extremely confusing and exhausting day...

Her hand reached for the light switch. The little light flickered off and the room was dark, other than the lights from outside shining through. Luckily the lights from the outside world weren't too bright. She went over and shut the curtains a bit, leaving only a sliver of light showing through.

As she left the room, she again, shut the door behind her very quietly. Her gaze moved down to the new dress he had gotten her. A smile showed itself and she chuckled a bit. It was a beautiful dress, and it looked expensive too. She hoped that he didn't pay a lot of money for it, but she knew that he wouldn't do that. After all, they have just met today.

The balcony looked inviting to her so she made her way over. Irene ended up standing there for hours, thinking. Her thoughts contained visions of being able to leave. Aspirations were also present. Eventually she found herself curled up in a corner of the balcony gate. Her head in her knees, her arms over her head. She can't sleep, but she can wonder what that feeling would feel like. So many years, she's forgotten.

Her mind raced back to what Timothy said. Maybe I can offer you a way out...the words echoed in her head. Wouldn't that be amazing? After all of this time, being able to leave. Her head lifted and found that the sun was slowly rising. Somewhere around four in the morning? She put her head back down.

Should I wake Timothy soon? I wonder if he has a busy day... I'll wake him around seven. She thought, closing her eyes to daydream. Her daydreams included being able to see her family, being set free, and becoming alive again. The thought shook her up inside.

The next time she lifted her head the city lights were gone and the sun was out even brighter now. A morning chill strolled around the building. It must be a little passed seven now. I think I will wake him now so that he can get whatever he needs done. She used the railing to hoist herself up. Her eyes took in one more glimpse of the morning city before she came inside. With quiet steps she moved across the floor and was met with Timothy's bedroom door. She turned the handle slowly and saw him laying there. For a moment she stood still, wondering how she would wake him.

"Tim. Timothy." She whispered, shaking his arm lightly. Irene had never noticed the small device in his hand before. His phone. What is that? She wondered.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Date: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:02 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy walked along in the darkness, his steps echoing into nothingness. It was all so peaceful and tranquil. Suddenly a white wisp rose in front of him breaking the serenity and defined structure of the darkness. Squinting his eyes he tried to back away but the wisp seemed to be growing large and more defined in its structure. Soon the white effigy took the shape of a women, at least that is what it seemed like. She was entirely white without without any features, not so much as a nose or a mouth. Even without the distinctions it threatened to destroy his reality as the calming darkness started to erode with her light. Attempts to understand it seemed futile as he attempted to back away into the dark. At that moment it spoke, "You are stuck with me." it said with a chill. Suddenly as if they were closed the whole time its eyes loomed on him. They were a crystal blue so sharp that it stunned him in place. "Tim..." it said with a simple whisper,but it kept repeating this word. From a simple whisper to a shriek it drilled the word into him. As the darkness further fell away she only grew with each stroke of her voice. Timothy didn't feel afraid though as he looked into it. The light breaking down over him was something he had grown use to. His reality ever shifting long before this. "Timothy..." it said. At least the light is gentle he thought.


With a jolt Timothy sat up on the bed. Fragments of the dream still floated around in his head as he looked over Irene who had his arm. Something about blue eyes. he thought as he looked in hers. "Oh...Irene good morning." he said as he smiled a bit. He stroked his hand over his hair noticing that his hair has stiffened at certain points. Bed head it seemed. His thoughts still shaping up he pulled up his phone making note of the time.

 

[Bye.]

She quickly pulled her hand away as he jolted up. Something seemed off. Before she had woken him up, he seemed to be having a dream. Maybe a dream about reality? Stress? Whatever it was, she could almost sense it with her spiritual power. Her pupils dilated when he looked into her eyes, she looked down at the floor.

"G-good morning." She stuttered, noticing his smile. Hm, he must be a morning person. She thought. A small giggle escaped her lips when she noticed his messy bed head.

Irene saw him pull out the small rectangular object with a screen. Her eyes squinted a little as she tried to look at it better. Seriously, what is that thing? She wondered. She figured that it is probably too early in the morning to be asking questions already. Irene would have to wait a bit to ask him about the phone.

She smiled at him and backed up a couple feet, leaning against the wall.

"I'm guessing you slept good." She chuckled. "You seem to be in a happy mood. Good." She said with a nod.

The morning light peeked through the curtains of the window. They were dark curtains, blocking the light out pretty well, so it was dim in his room. There was a small bit of light coming in from the open bedroom door. The balcony was letting all of the bright colors in.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Date: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:05 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

With the flick of his thumb he wiped some drool off the side of his mouth. Looking over at the ever wondrous Irene she seemed quite cheery. "I slept like a rock...guess I was tired at the end." he said with a follow up chuckle. Licking the inside of his mouth it felt dry, I need some coffee he thought. He motioned over and sat on the side of the bed where Irene was. Looking over to her it seemed her curious gave met his phone every so often. After a moment of getting on his feet and stretching out his back he motioned the phone into her hands. "Its called a phone. It umm lets me talk to other people with a phone." he paused to find the right words, "Lets say the person I wish to speak to is miles away. If they speak into their phone I can hear their voice through this." he said as he poked the phone's small speakers. Timothy yawned a bit as he looked around the room. It was faintly dark with light bearing in through a crack in the curtains. Leaving the phone with Irene he waked over to the kitchen entrance but quickly stopped. I didn't buy any food, so no coffee. Maybe in the downstairs lobby.. he pondered. With no coffee in sight he motioned himself to the curtains and opened them up with a quick movement. The light of day flooded into the room forcing Timothy to quint his eyes. While certainly not a kick of coffee the morning sun pepped him up a bit for the day.

 

[Bye.]

Irene laughed. "I know. I came in here to turn the light off and you were already knocked out." She smiled. Timothy came to sit near her. She watched him as he was still getting over the tired morning. Irene had been spacing out, staring blankly at the floor beneath herself. Something got placed in her hands.

It was the phone. She studied it, feeling the smooth edges.

"This is a phone? It's so...futuristic." She concluded. Timothy had explained what it does. So, if I talk into this speaker, other people can hear me? She asked herself. After he pointed to the speaker, she put it to her ear, trying to listen.

"Hmmm...I don't hear anything..." She said. She tried talking itno the speaker. "H-hello. Anyone there?" Irene had not the slightest clue that she was making herself look like a fool.

"Hm, it isn't working....maybe I'm doing something wrong?" She asked timothy. Yes, she is. She's trying to communicate very falsely. The sunshine was soon brought in as timothy opened the curtains.

After a little bit, Irene set the phone down next to her on his bed. "Have any plans for today?" She asked, curious as to what he might do today.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Date: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:10 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy didn't turn his head over to Irene just yet as he took in a bit more of the sun's ray. He sighed and sat down on the hard wood floor. Swiping his hand over it he found it cool to the touch. "That is a good question." he said as he looked over to her, "I think I'll complete some grocery shopping as well as pick up some basic cleaning supplies." A burning sensation hit him in the pit of his gut. Thinking back he failed to have any lunch or dinner yesterday so the agitation his gut gave him was only natural. "I'll also go out to eat some breakfast. Do you-" he quickly stopped himself, "Do you want any souvenirs from the city?" he stated trying to cover up his clumsy word play. He originally intended to ask her if she wanted anything to eat only to quickly remember her situation. He returned his gave to outside window, the faint sounds of traffic and wind leaked into the room filling up the general silence. His first true day in the city was to occur, yet he didn't feel any pep for it.

 

[Bye.]

Irene looked over at him and nodded. "That sounds like a good plan. You can finally get all of your errands done." She smiled, looking at the floor. There was a slight breeze stirring around the room. The walls were so empty. There weren't any pictures or paintings hung up. She wished that she could leave and buy things for him. She wanted to help out too, but she was practically useless due to her situation. Her train of thought switched to Timothy asking a question.

"Oh, no thank you. But...you should look around the town. Go sight seeing. This city really isn't that bad. I know the people are a little...well...they're not what they used to be. If you drive around for a bit there is some pretty interesting stuff to see around here. I recommend looking around." She smiled.

She got up from the bed and walked over to the edge of his bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe. From here she was able to see out the window he opened. The sun bled through, making its reflection on the floor.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Date: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:18 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy picked through her words in his mind to gather their meaning. She is keeping a positive view on things he thought. Thinking over it she certainly seemed keen on doing so as she commonly wore a smile. Staring at people was a common issue for him though he himself feels it is just his way to observe things. Looking at her yesterday he couldn't keep eye contact with Irene, but her eyes didn't dart around blankly rather she seemed to be placing thoughts on subjects. Her curiosity of everything was on clear display yesterday further showing that she was one for thinking.


He wasn't sure how long he was thinking on the subject before looking around for Irene. Turning around he saw her leaning on the door frame taking in the sun's rays like he was. What is she thinking he thought. "Well the people do seem fairly grumpy." he states thinking back to some taxi drivers, "Still I have quite some time for sight seeing I feel. So, you won't be locked up in here by yourself for long." he states trying to understand what she may be feeling.


With that he jumps to his feet with a thump and walks over to the bed. Not one for wasting time he lays his bag on the bag and starts to to scourer through its contents for proper attire.

 

[Bye.]

Irene ended up spacing out for a moment, not noticing that Timothy had spaced out. She was caught in the trouble of her own thoughts. Her stare blankly faced the window, gazing at the tops of buildings and how the sun hit them perfectly. They shined underneath the light, the bright star towered over and gleamed against windows. Raging cars honked beneath the building, angry pedestrians crossed the streets, almost getting hit by drivers diagnosed with road rage. It wasn't always chaos like this, only on certain mornings.

Timothy had said something about grumpy drivers. "Tell me about it." Irene chuckled sarcastically. The drivers on the streets were waiting for what seemed like forever. Some cars ended up running red lights, but didn't get very far. Irene went wide eyed at the sight. Goodness, it hasn't been this bad in a long time. She thought.

She turned to face him and smiled. "True, sight seeing can always wait." She agreed. "How thoughtful of you. You don't have to worry about me being cooped up, I'm used to it, so take your time." Irene smiled, watching him jump to his feet. She let out a giggle as he got everything he needed. He seemed prepared, for someone who is new to the city he definitely has most of his stuff together. That's what it seems like anyway.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:22 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Shuffling around in his bag Timothy found to his agitation his mistake. Moving into the city his thoughts were muddled with the times who would be investing in work and school. In accommodation to these thoughts most of the clothing he brought was for professional usage. Disgruntled with these findings he settled for what he could, a red t-shirt and some cargo shorts.


Tossing the clothes over his shoulder he headed to the bathroom to prep himself up and bathe considering he failed to the night before. "I assume you spend the better half of your day watching traffic jams." he said in a nonchalant tone. That sounds dreadful he thought suddenly. He paused before opening the bathroom door and looked over at Irene. No longer in a sleepy daze he could clearly see that the dress defined her figure well as the sunlight dance about her. "What do you find yourself doing up here most of the time." he asked with authentic curiosity laced in his voice.

 

[Bye.]

Irene sighed a bit and nodded her head. "Well sometimes I watch the traffic...its so fun." She chuckled in a sarcastic tone. A spider crawled on the wall, making its way to a small crack near the doorframe. Irene grabbed the small black spider and carried it outside to the balcony, setting it on the railing. She didn't want to kill it since she's experiencing death, and even the death of a spider would make her feel bad. She doesn't want to send anything or anyone into complete misery for their immortality.

When she pushed her self away from the railing, she began walking back to lean against Timothy's bedroom doorframe. Her gaze landed on the floor as the distant sound of honking cars filled her ears. She could feel Timothy looking at her, she lifted her head to look back at him.

"What do I do?....hm...." She thought for a moment. "Well I like to sing, I often stare outside to watch over the city, sometimes I sit and do absolutely nothing." She laughed a bit at the last one. "I also like to scare people around the building. Only sometimes though." She smiled innocently. "What do you like to do on your free time?" She asked curiously.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Morning (7:25 am)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

A gentle smile formed on his face as he watched her handle the little creature. She handled the spider with a certain tender care that some didn't even show to their fellow human. As the spider was placed down it didn't seem distraught from suddenly being moved which further showed her delicate handling of it. A certain respect for her certainly bloomed at that point.


As she responded to his question he wondered why she looked at the ground. Then he remembered he had a hard time keeping Irene's gaze as well. The thought of her singing certainty tickled his mind. "Your honestly is most appreciated. I scare people to you know." he states in a pepped tone, "Tends to get me in trouble though." He thought back to a simple time where he found simple contentment in scaring his mother or younger siblings. Older now he feels embarrassed over it. "Also...I wouldn't mind hearing your voice sometime." he said in a low voice feeling shy about asking.


Trying to push off what he just said he answered her question. "Well since I always tend to be busy I find that the only thing I have time for and the only thing that has time for me in gardening. By that of course I mean a few simple potted plants that require constant attention." he states quickly. Beyond that he found that he didn't do much of anything besides drawing or gaming, but he did those things sporadically at most.