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“--I’m so very sorry, I haven’t been paying attention to...to anything you’ve been saying.” That comes across rather rude and he feels a pang of guilt; it wasn’t exactly their fault he couldn’t rightly concentrate. “Let me rephrase that;” Jasper starts again, eyes going to the sky as he attempts to find the correct sequence of words to explain his predicament to the other.

“Could you yell a little less, maybe?”

          He hadn’t been planning for this guy to get involved with the ghost he had been going after for about a week or so, now. This always seemed to happen now, maybe Tucker just brought bad luck wherever he seemed to go. Either way, this was making his job a lot harder by having to make sure that this guy didn’t get hurt, either. Whatever. At least the ghost was distracted.

          His movements are swift, having done this a million times before. Knife goes into the ghost, there’s a flash of white light, and he’s gone. At this point, Aiden barely reacts to any of it. Instead, he offers out a hand to the guy on the floor.

         “See? No big deal. Guy was kind of a fucking idiot.”

He’d never seen this, a ghost attacking someone.

And sure, pouncing on the ghost probably wasn’t the best idea - after all, ghosts weren’t solid. If he could walk right through one, then he could probably fall right through one as well. Plus, if they weren’t solid, the guy was never in any danger, right? But Klaus saw the ghost going right for him, and he didn’t even think, he just jumped. He jumped and fell flat on the floor.

Ow.

He turned on his back just in time to see something amazing happen. The ghost disappeared. The ghost disappeared, and this guy was acting like it was no big deal.

Klaus took the hand offered to him and hoisted himself back to his feet, wide eyes staring at the guy with surprise and wonder. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but it was certainly uncharted territory for him.

Easy in. Easy out. It had been awhile since she’d done this, but there was no way in hell she was going to fuck it up. She was, and always had been, a natural. Some kids took to the clarinet, but for Felicia it was picking pockets. At a young age, it was all fun and games with her dad. As she got older, however, she had pulled away from it.

After the attack, though, things just weren’t the same. Anybody who knew her before could see that plain as day. Her moral compass had taken a few dings and there was no turning back. If she couldn’t get revenge the way she wanted to, well then the whole damn world was gonna pay. That’s just how it was. 

She broke the lock off the window and crawled in easy enough, but when she looked down at the jewelry cases she stopped dead in her tracks. A girl, probably about her age, was standing in front of the display. Fuck. Had someone come back to clean up? 

Felicia started to put two and two together and realized that that definitely wasn’t the case. This girl was wearing all black, including black leather gloves to make sure she wouldn’t leave fingerprints. This wasn’t a worker. This was another thief. How dare she come ahead and steal her thunder?

Dropping down from the ceiling, her eyebrows furrowed as she approached the redhead. “Hey, uh, hate to break it to you but this is my territory. You may have gotten here first, technically, but this place is still mine. You should get out of here and leave the thieving to the professionals.”

▌█ ∵   🌸  ∵ █ ▌ She plucks the flowers delicately and with care. Staring at it intensely as if she were talking to it, feeling the connection between the flower and the ground and the ground to the Earth. Setting them carefully on the table and glancing across from her. She hadn’t known these new people very long, and while they seemed interested in the hub that was her town they seemed nice. At times she did feel a little bit bad for the boy she was chatting with now, a few times she had seen him eating alone, or on his own. She knew that all too well so maybe that was why she didn’t mind talking to him in comparison to the others.  ❝ Hypothetically, do you think people can feel connections to nature, to other things?❞  After everything there were just small little things she was starting to notice at least with herself. The flowers seemed brighter when she was around, she knew how to make drinks, food things she never knew before. Missing ten years was frustrating but other times, there was a connection to the grass, to the dirt and that was why she was often bare foot it just felt better, she felt more connected to something that felt like it had always been there that way.    ❝ Or do you think that sounds silly? ❞

▌█ ∵   🌸  ∵ █ ▌ ❝ If you came here for something insane to happen, it won’t. It’s just a house. The walls are just strange. ❞  Emilie’s hands were full as she came towards the front gate of her house, the same house she disappeared in front of, the same house that rotted over ten years and the day she came back into town looked as if it was freshly rebuilt.    ❝ I’ve seen you guys kind of hanging around my house the last couple of days. It’s not haunted or anything like that. And I don’t do interviews. But, you aren’t from here are you? Mallory only works with Vinnie and Jude. ❞  Emilie’s hesitates for a moment, thinking, there was another girl here riding on the coattails of the podcast trio. What was her name again.    ❝ Wait--- do you work for Cordelia? Because I already told her a firm no. ❞

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