#auras3ye

Ghost exhales a waned breath. he's got a list of things he'd like to get done today and he's managed to do a total of zero of them. not that that's anyone's fault but his, of course, he's managed to get himself distracted from his work. being a detective isn't all it's crakced up to be - there's a lot of paperwork involved that has a tendency to drone on and on and on. it's his least favorite part of the job and in fact, he usually doesn't even complete it. to be honest, he usually pawns off the paperwork onto his team to complete just so he doesn't have to do it. while that's probably not very fair, he is the lead and he has some say in what goes on in the department - as long as his boss doesn't intervene. unfortunately, he wasn't able to pawn off his work today - he's got a stack of paperwork just waiting to be done sitting on his desk that he was ultimately avoiding looking at.

instead, his attention is solely focused on Warren, his legs propped up on his desk like he doesn't care that his work was sitting there. he points his pen in his direction and hums as he replies in a cool tone, "yeah, i know. i have a problem with talking too much and beating around the bush." he sits up then, sliding out from behind his desk and letting his feet hit the floor as he swivels his chair towards him. "i'm investigating an unsolved murder case that happened in the early 80's." he grabs for his portfolio and offers it to Warren a moment later. "take a look and tell me what you see. i need a second pair of eyes, i've been staring at it too long. to summarize the case: a family was found brutalized in their home with all the doors and windows locked from the inside. no forced entry. originally, the the police tried to pin it on the husband as a murder suicide, but there was no evidence to back that theory up. i'm a little stumped."

DAYS HAD BEEN LOST ON HER. Two, maybe three. Trapped inside her mind in infinite darkness. There and yet not there at the same time. It had been a very long time since she had been "occupied" for a series of days. The last time was when she was a kid, and back then, it was when Tomb was experimenting on her, poking and prodding how far her ability stretched. She was just as scared now as she was back then. Flashing yellow lights brought her out of her trance, and there she was, standing underneath a traffic light on an empty street. She was wearing the same pajamas she had gone to sleep in the night before, and her feet were blistered and black from the street.

She walked on her sore feet until she found a bus stop. God only knew when a bus was going to roll through this empty town, but she curled up on the hard bench anyway. Her feet felt lighter when they were off the ground, but still throbbed nonetheless. As much as she didn't want to do what she was about to do, she didn't think she had another way. She shut her eyes, attempting to reach out to the spiritual world. ❝ Find him for me, ❞ she spoke into the void, where they were sure to hear her. ❝ Find Warren...tell him I need help. Please. ❞

"you weren’t listening to me. it’s like your mind is somewhere else."

❝ I really don't know the extent of my ability, and sometimes I'm not really sure if I want to find out. I mean, I know I can heal people, but can I bring them back to life? ❞ Jude punctuated his out-loud thought with a heavy shrug.

It sounded selfish if you examined his musing closely. Was he saying he didn't want to find out if he could bring someone dead back to life? What kind of person wouldn't want that if they could have it? But if Jude did have that ability, then it meant he could have brought his brother back all those years ago. He could have saved him. His mother could still hold him in her arms, and he could stomach looking at himself in the mirror instead of wishing his twin were here instead of him.

❝ I learned a long time ago that it's not the ghosts that are scary. It's the living and what they're capable of. ❞

❝ You hear it enough times, and you start to believe it. ❞ Sookie dropped her head down low, wishing the ground could open up and swallow her whole. The first time someone told her she was to blame for a death around here, and all because she associated herself with a vampire, she thought it was a bunch of horse hockey. Just because a vampire took interest in her, didn't only mean she was responsible for a townsperson's death, but it didn't even mean that vampire had anything to do with it. Then Gran died. Then a lot of other people died, and people were thinking awful things about her. ❝ I've gotten in the middle of so many things happenin', maybe I am an angel of death. ❞

breaking into warren's place was nothing unusual for millie. so what if she had a key? breaking in was a lot more fun. besides, she can't let her lockpicking skills go to waste! what if she needed them and she was rusty? it'd be a tragedy! not to mention absolutely humiliating. plus, breaking into warren's house without warning and seeing his reactions to her sudden presence was always the highlight of any day.

this time, millie had come bearing gifts in the form of chinese takeout. she hummed a christmas tune under her breath as she began sitting everything out, only pausing to raise an eyebrow when warren threatened her. "the cops? really? i didn't peg you as a r.epublican, warren." her voice was flat even as her dark eyes sparkled with amusement. "besides, i suggest not wasting your time calling those useless fucks. if they can't shoot someone, they probably won't show up." she rolled her eyes as she finished setting the table.

being the one running the hollywood ghost club wasn't easy. caleb had so much to balance and so many plates to juggle. he was in charge of assigning new members their jobs, of helping to choreograph the show numbers, picking the music, writing the songs, and orchestrating the manipulation and recruiting of most new members. he was exhausted! it wasn't easy being forced to reap souls for his bosses, after all.

it really didn't help when psychic assholes came barging through his door, looking for the worst in him. he was just a simple guy, bound by an iron clad contract, just doing the best that he could. he found himself even more irritated than normal when warren showed up. things had been running less than smoothly and caleb was stressed, damn it!