HumanXGhost (TheMadIceCreamMan/JackSkellington)

[Bye.]

Irene jumped a bit as she was startled by Timothy's sudden realization. Though she had no clue what he was talking about. She furrowed her eyebrows as he mentioned the money. Her mouth was gaped a bit and her head was slightly tilted. "Jar money?" She asked. She began laughing. "Well....he wasn't exactly fully supportive on my trip to independence...." She chuckled. "So, yes." She answered.

"Have you been trying to figure that out this whole time?" She asked, crossing her arms and smiling. His sudden outburst made her laugh. I wonder how long he's been trying to figure that out. He does know he just could've asked instead of thinking.... She shook her head at the thought. "What had you curious Mr. Tim?" She asked. "If I may ask."

(I will make the next post more detailed)​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Afternoon (2:50 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

"Mr.Tim? Oh that was my father's name call me Timothy." He smiled before realizing she wouldn't get the reference. "That is actually a joke from a movie...anyways I was just curious about your family's social standing." he states. It was a fib that he uttered as he was actually curious over the odd premises of her death. Still she seemed to be glowing with a joyful energy that he had no desire to douse with talk of death. Certainly a hundred years of sorrow and confinement to this room was enough, she deserved to wear that warm smile. It was clear that her father was a man of extraordinary status no doubt, which likely meant he had enemies. Looking around the polished kitchen it was an echo of the luxurious past. He looked to Irene with a smile, "Did you know that the value of money has actually dropped since the 1900's?" he states to divert her attention. She was a run away girl lost in the big city. It seemed clear that her death could have been the work of one of her father's enemies or someone with a personal grudge. He leaned towards the ladder as she wouldn't outright be killed when she would be worth more as a hostage. It was likely someone she knew that snapped upon learning of her outlandish act of running away.


He dusted off his pants a bit as he steeled his nerves as a certain reality was becoming clear, "Pardon me Irene. I need to check up on a certain file." he said trying to mask his nervous overtone. Walking out the kitchen in a what he hoped to be a calm fashion he came into the bedroom. With no lights on the sun gave the room an orange glow that made it feel forlorn. He plopped down on his bed making it creak as it struggled against his weight. How old is this bed? he wondered. Shoving the petty thought away he grabbed onto his trusty laptop. His memory was foggy about the e-mail exchange he had with the manager before renting the room. As far as he could recall there was no mention of a murder or more simply put a death in the room which left a sour taste in his mouth. So far the manager seemed to have little in the way of hospitality then again Timothy wasn't exactly hospitable either when he asked for a room makeover. The image of Irene's smile flashed in his mind which made him sulk, Why wouldn't her death not be on record...is there a cover up on her murder? he thought nervously as he propped open his computer to hunt the buried truth.

 

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"Well, we were a family with a bit of a higher social standing. I can remember that much. What I can't exactly remember is what my Father's job was, but he definitely got a lot out of it." She nodded. The sun peeked in through thick glass windows. Irene was curious as to why Timothy wanted to know this. Is it maybe because he sees the jar full of money? She asked herself. This was only one of the many questions that often flow through her mind. Her expression changed when Tim had mentioned something about the value of money dropping since the 1900's.

"Has it really?" But should she be surprised? No, she's been dead for years. She could've guessed this herself and yes, among her many years of being alone this thought has come across her mind before. To hear someone actually say it though, that's a different experience.

Timothy's sudden actions seemed to be a little strange, but Irene didn't pay much mind to it. It just was a little weird to her that he was suddenly transitioning to different questions and movements. But from the errands he runs and the stuff he always needs to get done, her guess was that he was just busy.

Watching Timothy enter his room, she followed behind but stayed in the doorway, not entering in. The laptop in his hands was so strange to her. As it would be to anyone who doesn't know a thing about modern technology. She remembered when he let her play on it. To her it was almost the same situation with Back To the Future. She doesn't know what that movie is of course.

She remembered all the stuff he had saved on that small shiny rectangular thing. "This is going to be an absolutely outrageous question," she started, a wide smile on her face. "But, how do you fit all of that stuff in there?" She asked seriously, it was comical. She shook her head, knowing that her question was stupid and she started laughing in embarrassment.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Afternoon (3:01 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy nervously pandered through his e-mails for a hint he supposed. The idea of not knowing something fueled his hunt for the truth of the matter. A cover up wasn't such an alien idea in his mind for an establishment such as a hotel. They would surely have lost many guests if word of a murder got out during that time period. Why it was till kept under wraps was simple enough, they would be held accountable for covering up a murder even if it was a century ago. Soon enough he found the e-mails from a few months past. It was at that time that ever curious Irene wondered in. Timothy shook his head a bit and chuckled at what would otherwise be an unorthodox question. He pulled his eyes from the laptop to think of a proper answer Channeled Electrons? Zeros's and One's? Magnetic Memory Storage? he shook his head at these thoughts. Not one bit of that would make sense to her as he doubted she ever had a mechanic stay her.


"All of it stored away in parts of atoms which I'm sure you know are quite small." he says confidently. Momentarily he searched online about the timeline of physics. It seemed she had just missed the coming of Einstein, but not the discovery of the electron at least. "In other words electrons. Do you remember learning about that?" he asks. He tilted his head a bit as it seemed that Irene was blushing slightly, is she embarrassed over something.

 

[Bye.]

Her curiosity on that strange thing he was poking at never faded. It still intrigued her, but she nodded along with his explanation and thought about his question. "I think I do. But then again, I've forgotten some things over the years." She said then sat next to him on the bed and stared at the screen. She looked down at his quick hands as they danced along those strange square shaped things with letters on them. Buttons? Close enough.

Not wanting to be nosey, she didn't read what was on the strange window. How weird. A window with a book inside. She cocked her head a bit and furrowed her eyebrows. She had played with this thing before when he first got here, but it still fascinated her deeply. Her eyes wondered towards Timothy. Though she's mentioned it many times, it's still hard for her to believe that there's a real living person in front of her. She studied him for a moment, hoping that he wouldn't catch her staring. Looking away shyly to the floor, her mind wandered.

I wonder if he thinks I'm strange. What goes on in his head? He looks very concentrated with that little piece of technology...what is his view on living with a ghost? I wonder what he does on his free time. He told me he likes to garden, and before he came here he spent quality time with his lovely sisters. I'm so curious to know more but I don't want to be a bother. She adjusted herself and shifted her gaze back at Timothy and then to the screen. Why do you over think everything, Irene? Sheesh...

After a very long moment of silence, the curious Irene finally spoke up. "So..." She facepalmed. "What I meant to say is, you look very concentrated." She smiled, realizing that she never even thought what she was gonna say through enough. In fact, she said something just to break the silence. Talk about thinking before speaking. "Is there anything particular you are browsing for on that futuristic device?" She asked, satisfied with her second try at forming words.​

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Afternoon (3:07 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Scouring through the various e-mails gave Timothy little in the way of insight on the subject of Irene's murder. From rereading the e-mails all he could deduce was the fact that the manager seemed like a classic cheapskate, only showing off the good parts of his hotel in the e-mails. Did he honestly think a refrigerator full of rotten food would slide by because he was a country fellow? He looked over to Irene and offered her a small smile. "Sorry for my intimidate rudeness I was," he paused to think of the correct words to use to describe what he wanted to say. Surely she had no knowledge of e-mails, but he felt confident in that she knew about letters. "I'm looking at some old letters through my window here. Removes the need of a mailman as it were." he stated.


He looked back to his computer wondering what answers it would provide him on the subject of Irene's existence. More specially what exactly here existence was. Naturally inclined to thinking scientifically he felt an urge to understand her on earthly terms. Shaking his head he decided to close his laptop to avoid further rudeness on his part. Now he looked over to the ever wondrous spirit that was Irene. "So, how has the city changed over the past century based on what you see beyond that ledge over there." he asked. In part he was curious and in part he wanted to avoid talking about matters that would confuse hear, such as laptops. Talking on a subject that of relevance to her would serve to lighten the atmosphere he thought to himself.

 

[Bye.]

In response she gave her head a quick nod. Letters from a small window...how peculiar...she thought, watching as he shut the window. They did say that they'd have flying cars by now, but my...windows that can receive letters without a mail man sure is very impressive. She thought, smiling back at Timothy.

Now they were on the topic of the city, and that is one Irene can go on about. "Well you see, I must tell you before we begin, the city has definitely changed a lot." She said, closing her eyes to think about it for a moment. "From the top of my balcony, I've seen a lot of things, but one subject I can't still believe is how much the people of the city have changed. Such a drastic transformation." She laughed slightly, her eyes wandering to the ceiling as if she was in a deep daydream. "The people went from wearing fancy suits and long dresses to clothing I can't really describe. Now I'm used to it, it's just that when I died back in the thirties, everyone was so different. The women had their hair curled, their big jewelry, their big hats and high heels. The men had their hats and suits, fancy shoes and slicked hair." She smiled. "The cars are much different too. There wasn't much variety of colors back then, but in this day I've seen pink cars driving around! Crazy, isn't it?" She asked, hoping Timothy would get the visual. The comparison of what her life was like before death to her current spirit. "And the buildings, there has definitely been more added on. The ones that were already here have just gotten dirtier." She laughed. "It's so strange how everything is advanced now. You'd think that with how long I've been dead, time has gone by slow. It actually hasn't, the people on the other side of that balcony have saved my...well, I can't say life," she chuckled. "I guess they've saved my sanity." She smiled, looking back at Timothy. "And now you're here. The lady who lived here before was scared, as I've told you. But you're staying, I don't know for how long, but at least I'm getting to talk to a living person right now. Someone with a beating heart and a functional brain. It's truly amazing."​

 

[Bye.]

Are we done with this RP? Just curious.

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

*poke* That is a negative. I'll post up between tomorrow and today.

 

[Bye.]

Awesome!

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Day 2

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Day: February 3rd


Time: Afternoon (3:10 pm)


Location: Apartment Complex, Third Floor, Room 34

Timothy let out a slight chuckle as Irene described the outside world as it changed over time. It reminded of him an older person showing shock at how much the world developed since they were a kid. Still stuck in his own youth he couldn't exactly understand the awe and wonder in Irene's words. The world outside that window was one that he had always known and developed within. It wasn't so spectacular in his eyes. "The world outside that window will keep on changing I'm sure though you need to understand that nature of humans is still from when you lived." he stated in a matter of fact tone.


He leaned back as he pondered on her words. There outside that window she only got to see a limited section of the world change. Coupled with the fact that she could only see change but not explain what caused it. The sensation must have been something close to whimsical. He looked over at Irene with his brow raised in question, "I'd imagine you would like to participate in the changing world you see out there, but do you ever see the horror that has also evolved out there Irene?"

 

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The whimsical woman looked at him with saddened eyes. "Well, of course I have..." She started. "And beyond that balcony and across the tall buildings, passed the cars and all in between, I am aware of the horror that goes on in the world. Even when I can't see it. It will always be there, goodness...sometimes the most feared horror is the madness in people's minds." She said, rolling over onto her back and looking at the ceiling. Irene continued thinking for a moment, closing her eyes. She opened them and turned her head to look at him. "But I know you have a good heart, Timothy." She poked his chest where his heart would be. "You're not part of the horror out there, you are the good that balances out the bad." She smiled. Little Irene always tries to think on the positive side, in fact, most of the time she doesn't have to try. It's some kind of a mothering trait, she always has something to say up her sleeve when things are going wrong. Much like a mother if her child were to have a bad day at school, the mom would maybe tell an uplifting story or make her child laugh. That's something that comes naturally for the young Irene.

 

[Bye.]

So, are we done with this one? It's fine if you no longer want to continue with it because you're bored or you don't have time but I'm just wanting an answer to conclude for certain whether it's a yes or no.

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

The answer would have to be no. It wasn't a matter of getting bored. With school and my new job I don't have much free to spend anymore. I wanted to say I did enjoy doing this Roleplay.

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

You likely won't ever see this but re-reading it all thanks for the roleplay leading to this fun little story here. Warm regards...