#jamesdonavon

"What the- Jesus Christ guys aren't we supposed to check on people?" Rose huffed, pushing into the cabin, late as always. No one seemed to mind though, the other stewardesses were buzzing with talk, nearly vibrating like some freaky hive-mind of excitement. "Seriously, what the hell?" The girl frowned, cocking her head as she adjusted her uniform. The girls were all crowded at the entrance to first class, in the little area separating it from the bathrooms by a curtain.

"We've got a famous person on board." Elizabeth hissed, grinning and giddy.

"Oh?" Rose raised an eyebrow, glancing around at the others and chuckling. "Cool. Who? Someone I know?"

"Nah, you only read travel." Someone called back and she stuck her tongue out at them.

"He's an author. Really amazing fiction novels of all kinds. And he's super young too, in his twenties." Someone else informed her, and Rose was surprised the girl didn't actually swoon.

"Awesome. Wow. I'm shaking. Ah. Now can you please move your butts so we can do our jobs? Hell, go talk to him if that helps." She rolled her eyes, nudging a few of her friends.

"Oh no, we couldn't possibly!" She felt like smacking herself in the head. "We already did our rounds anyway, you're late." Another girl commented. "And the flight's delayed." A few others added. In other words, they had plenty of free time to hover a few feet from a (she guessed) attractive young author.

"You're all ridiculous. I'm gonna go collect some autographs so I don't have to endure this all the way to New York." Rose grumbled, grabbing a pile of napkins and pushing through the crowd, despite gasps of protest. Someone squeaked out his seat number and she thanked them, marching down the aisle until she spotted a blonde man bent over a notebook.

"I come on behalf of the collective." She announced, trying to hold in a laugh as she cocked her head, looking him over. Okay, she could see the appeal, but she didn't read fiction much. "Apparently you're supermegafoxyawesomehot and talented and the various and sundry women on board are irritating me with their fangirling. I request you gift me with some autographs so I can feed the rabid females and return to my day of raiding the extra cookies. If you do so I might share said cookie haul." She grinned and offered him the napkins and a pen, wondering vaguely exactly what he wrote.

She's never been so nervous. If she had a heart it would be thundering. The silence is new and deafening. Something she remembers, but prefers not to. She's gotten so used to having a body, even if it's not really hers. Being alone, outside, not fully there is something she'd never wanted to feel again.

And yet she can't even bring herself to care that she's a ghost again. She's too busy exploring her new self. Curly hair and freckles her sister never had. Curves and height she had never had the chance to grow into. The only recognizable part of her, the only thing that stayed the same, are her sharp grey eyes.

She takes a deep, shaking breath, even if she doesn't need it, and raises her hand and knocks on the door in front of her. There was only one place she wanted to go when this began. To see the one she loved. Show them who she really was. And pray they still loved her back as she truly was.

Aurora looked as a man walked through the doors of the burnt house, "Hello... What do you want...?" She looked blankly at the ghost before her. Ghosts were the only ones Aurora liked other than people like her.

Nothing normally surprises Red, not at all. At least, when she knows exactly what she's being sent after. But this? Going on a recon mission and running into a young man who seemed to be very clearly not like the living she had dealt with? More so a spirit who didn't have any animal-like characteristics she knew so well?

She inhaled her cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the cold winter air as she sound of footsteps approached behind her. Her emerald eyes remained locked on pavement as she spoke. "Nice night, isn't it?" Although it was a beautiful night, her words were laced with sarcasm. 

jamesdonavon replied to your post: //Blackjack. BAM! couldn’t resist.

Well this should be interesting? At least he had an idea of what they could do. “That I can’t tell you yet. Can’t go around giving away all of my secrets. You’ll find out what we’re going to do first soon enough.”

Mun: He owns you for two days now. OWNS“Oh dear, that’s a rather sudden escalation.”

This is weird… why does the Mun-person do this to us?

Shhhh it’s fun.