Trevor (H)

Someone had started approaching and while she did her best to ignore the intruder, he seemed to continue to try and get her attention. As his voice broke the stillness,the birds chirped and quickly flew away. Scowl scrunching her eyebrows, Evangaline’s expression showed just how pissed off she was. “Looks like nothing now. Anybody ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” 

Trevor shrugged, nodding his head. “Probably my mom,” he replied, his gaze stuck on her art as he tried to decipher what she was drawing. “However, I’d like to think that I’m old enough to make my own decisions now.” He flashed the girl a small smirk. 

“I hope you’re not looking for pity,” she commented, passing the subtlest of smirks his way. Poor and unfortunate. A roll of her eyes had her looking the other way now, staring at the door. It was hard for Isobel to feel sorry for any of the spirits stuck in the house, then again she didn’t know half of their stories —- she could only assume it was their own faults for coming to a place labeled The Murder House. Hell, she even knew the risks of coming onto the property… which was probably why she preferred to wait outside, on the porch.

Trevor laughed a little, shaking his head. “No. I actually don’t mind being dead all that much. Never have to worry about getting old and wrinkly.” That was the reason he killed himself, after all-- to avoid ageing. “But hey, if you want to give me pity, I wouldn’t reject it,” he joked.

“You know, you ask a lot of questions.” Isobel perked her brows. While the conversation was passing the time, she didn’t want to get too into her situation with a complete stranger. “He’s not a boyfriend, not even a friend. Just someone I need to meet with.” Looking away from him, she glanced to the door. “Are you in the frat?” She decided to inquire, turn the tables around a bit, as she looked back to him again.

“What can I say? I’m a curious person.” Trev shrugged his shoulders. Even though he didn’t really care about people, he still liked to know about their lives-- he enjoyed the gossip that came with it sometimes. At her question, he laughed a little, shaking his head. “No, I am not a frat boy. Just one of the poor unfortunate souls trapped here forever.” He was neither poor nor unfortunate, but she didn’t need to know how, or why, he died. “Kind of like your not friend.”

Trevor flashed a small smile at the stranger when she looked back at him. “So, he’s a ghost, then?” He asked, though he knew that was the only other possibility if he wasn’t a frat boy. “Is he like your boyfriend, or something?” He never understood why any living person would date a dead one, but for some reason, she struck him as the kind of person who might.

Every so often, Trevor liked to hang out on the front porch for a little bit and catch some fresh air; It got stuffy in the house, with all the college kids, so it was nice to have a little room to breath-- figuratively, of course. He opened the front door and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face standing in front of him. He’d seen her around before, but he wasn’t able to put a name to the face. He smiled at her when she spoke, shaking her head. “Not unless you have a problem,” he replied, moving past her and sitting down on the swing.

Every once in a while, when it was nice out, Trevor liked to spend some time in the backyard to work on his tan-- Because unlike some of the ghosts, he refused to let himself look like one. So, the spirit wandered outside and towards one of the chairs by the pool. That was when he noticed a young woman sitting in the gazebo, apparently lost in her own world. Curious, Trev went over to her and waved his hand, trying to grab her attention. “What’re you drawing there?” He asked, gesturing down to the sketch pad in her lap. 

Trevor noticed someone was watching him, but he didn’t care-- he was more interested in his workout than whoever had decided to spy in on him. However, when she started speaking, that was when the spirit started to grow annoyed. Stopping, Trevor let out a loud sigh and stood up to look at her. “Can you please not do that?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t you have other people you can annoy?”

A sly smile rested on Eden’s lips as she watched the young man do push-ups, the ghostly teen leaning against the doorway. The brunette watched for a moment longer before clearing her throat, her tone playful as she asked, “You think you could do any push-ups with weight on your back?”

“30... 31... 32...” Trevor continued counting, focusing on his work-out and ignoring the presence he could feel somewhere in the room with him. However, when he heard a voice, the spirit stopped and looked towards the source, smirking faintly. “Probably,” he replied, moving to sit down on the floor. “Was that an offer, or just a question?” 

Tell me about it. I’m getting antsy.

You getting up to anything this year?