catatonic
Nerdy stoner
Anari had pushed her long white hair back into a braid as she sat in the car, waiting patiently for her friend and colleague to join her in their latest ghost hunt to a farm house in the country. She had camera equipment in the backseat along with an overnight bag in case they decided to spend the night at the nearby inn, which would probably be what they ended up doing. They usually did so they could spend a few days hunting down ghosts in their next location. So far, they hadn't found any, much to the white haired witch's dismay. She had the rare gift of being able to see and speak to ghosts, and so far hadn't seen anything remotely interesting at any of the hotspots they went to.
Her red eyes looked to the time on the dashboard, as she input the location in the GPS. It was ten in the morning. A later start that normal when it came to their ghost hunts, but she had just gotten the call from the farmer that morning around 9am, so it was only right she'd be waiting an hour later for the girl to come out. They sometimes shared a room together in one of their houses, each having a place of their own to relax and recuperate in but usually they ended up staying with one another after their adventures. To say she was sweet on her partner was an understatement, the Irish woman adored her colleague more than she let on, but she didn't let her know of this in fear she wouldn't return the feelings, so she was content on pretending that the girl didn't have her heart in such a way
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Daerys pushed her black hair out of her face as she wondered the halls of the school, looking for someone who could at least see her so she knew where she was. Her footsteps echoed in the hall as she walked, her fingers smoothing her rather short skirt down as she did. When was the last time she actually spoke with someone? A month? Maybe two? She didn't remember, but she felt a little out of place as she passed by some students who didn't seem to even notice her there. Her purple eyes were sad as she walked, knowing she probably wouldn't find someone to talk to.
The young woman was about seventeen when she died in her sleep after a night of underage drinking, having choked on her own vomit when she had rolled onto her back. She had drank plenty the night of a party and had fallen asleep on the sofa in the common room of her dormitory, but when she awoke she found herself unable to converse with anyone. She had scared a few people by taking books off shelves, for all they saw was a floating book. She sighed to herself as she walked, smoothing the white shirt of her uniform down as she did. Today felt a little different though, like she'd finally find someone who could see and converse with her, so she continued her search, eager to find a new friend.
Her red eyes looked to the time on the dashboard, as she input the location in the GPS. It was ten in the morning. A later start that normal when it came to their ghost hunts, but she had just gotten the call from the farmer that morning around 9am, so it was only right she'd be waiting an hour later for the girl to come out. They sometimes shared a room together in one of their houses, each having a place of their own to relax and recuperate in but usually they ended up staying with one another after their adventures. To say she was sweet on her partner was an understatement, the Irish woman adored her colleague more than she let on, but she didn't let her know of this in fear she wouldn't return the feelings, so she was content on pretending that the girl didn't have her heart in such a way
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Daerys pushed her black hair out of her face as she wondered the halls of the school, looking for someone who could at least see her so she knew where she was. Her footsteps echoed in the hall as she walked, her fingers smoothing her rather short skirt down as she did. When was the last time she actually spoke with someone? A month? Maybe two? She didn't remember, but she felt a little out of place as she passed by some students who didn't seem to even notice her there. Her purple eyes were sad as she walked, knowing she probably wouldn't find someone to talk to.
The young woman was about seventeen when she died in her sleep after a night of underage drinking, having choked on her own vomit when she had rolled onto her back. She had drank plenty the night of a party and had fallen asleep on the sofa in the common room of her dormitory, but when she awoke she found herself unable to converse with anyone. She had scared a few people by taking books off shelves, for all they saw was a floating book. She sighed to herself as she walked, smoothing the white shirt of her uniform down as she did. Today felt a little different though, like she'd finally find someone who could see and converse with her, so she continued her search, eager to find a new friend.