Post by Cat on Sept 30, 2004 14:23:53 GMT -5
Indi: Pale green eyes narrowed, making the almost transparent color go a little darker as shadows moved across them. This was deffinitely the place alright. It was old, it looked creepy and felt creepy. To India Carlsen, preferably called Indi all houses have feelings, a soul and each one a story to tell. The one before her however didn't have to tell her anything, she knew all the stories. She knew of how her great Aunt Ellen was bit by a stray dog which ended up having rabies. She died when she was just eight years old. She also knew about the house maid Maryam who had an affair with her great, great, great Grandfather Hameliton Carlsen.<c>
His adultry ended up costing the life of his wife, Alicia Roberts Carlsen, who threw herself over the side of the grand stair case with a rope tied around her neck after she caught them in the act one afternoon. Hamelition then went into madness. Over come with his grief for his wife, he took it out on Maryam and killed her, burned her alive claiming her to be a witch who had seduced him through black magic. He then lived on to watch the plague ravage the rest of his family; Nathaniel and Pierce his two sons and his slaves. Finally after they had all died, he left, relocated out west and remarried. While recollecting these stories from the back of her mind, Indi's eyes had closed and her mind reached out slipping past the ironrod gates to the house itself.<c>
" Damn." She muttered, her voice full of curiosity. Slowly her eyes openned again and she pushed back a few strands of dark auburn which had been blow across her face by the muggy Lousiana breeze," Wonder if they'll allow us to stick around. Mom always said that Great and so on Grandpa Hameliton was a stubborn ol'bastard. Makes me wonder if his brats and first wife were too." She looked towards Danny from the corner of her eyes and then back towards the house. It wasn't a large plantation house, but it was big. Ten bedrooms, one large formal dinning room, drawing room, living room, basement and an attic. Plus each bedroom contained it's own bathroom. <c>
The dark auburn haired young woman gave a shrug of her slender shoulders," Either way this is all we got till we can get better. " She spoke while undoing the large iron lock about the gates and pushed them open," Plus, it'll give us a chance to check out the equipment." A slowly almost amused smile crossed Indi's glossed lips as she walked back to her Mini slipping back inside behind the wheel," So, ready for an adventure?"It seemed more of a rhetorical question as she hit the gas and drove towards the dark house before them.*
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Danny: Danny sat silent in the car deep in thought. This situation seemed too good to be true. He had always admired his father's work from a distance and secretly he wanted to follow in the man's footsteps. That was the footsteps he had taken before the acident. Jack Phenton had always wanted to study ghosts and paranormal activity first hand and the man's enthusiam seemed to have passed on to Danny. Everything that was happening almost seemed fated to him with his abilities. He glanced over to Indi as she drove. If only she knew what he was capable of. Would she be freaked out? Or perhaps she would try to exploit him for her own personal gains? He doubted neither as the woman seemed pretty sincere.<c>
It was still too dangerous for him to tell her his secret though, he had only just met the woman afterall. His eyes peered ahead gazing at the house that they were headed to. It was old, really old and yes he felt the creepy vibe from it as well. But it was more of an intuition than anything else. Along with his ability to convert his body into ghostly form he also had a sort of internal radar when it came to ghosts. A sixth sense if you will. He could feel the presences that occupied the house even before they drove up. It was unsettling. Ironically even as a child although he loved the idea of ghost hunting and when he gained his power he thought it was cool he still held a slight phobia of ghosts. Not all ghosts, just the bad ones. <c>
The disgruntled spirits, the ones that he would have to fight head if he encountered them. Some spirits had no respect for the living world, whether they were bitter because of past transgressions or just evil he wouldn't allow ghost to hurt humans. They made thier choices in life whether or not they were good or bad wasn't his concern. They didn't have the right to abuse the form given to them in death. He chuckled as she made a comment. "I'm sure they'll come around once we explain why were here." She probably wouldn't understand his wording but that was what he planned to do. He always attempted to communicate with other ghosts first. Most are simply wandering and want to be left alone. Others are simply extremly curious. Then there are the ones he mentioned at first, the bullies.<c>
Spirits that are this old would be hard to predict a specific behavior. Hopefully the bully aspect wouldn't be one of them. He nodded as she unlocked the gate heading back for the Mini. "And to think, I thought today was gonna be dull." How it payed to be the son of a proffessor at the school you attended. A forged signature and hand written letter and Danny had become an intern for Indi's Investigation service. He hadn't told her yet but it would give him the oppurtunity to be around without having to worry about class getting in the way. Well some of them atleast. He would tell his father when he returned from his trip. He wouldn't be pleased but Danny was sure that once the man saw that he was following in his footsteps so to speak the man would be exstatic.<c>
Eyeing the house as they drove forward his eyes glanced up to the windows his vision focusing on the figures that had appeared, invisible to the naked eye but as visble as the house in front of him to his own. It seemed that the few that had shown themselves were curious about the newcomers. It was official, they definately weren't alone.
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Indi: The shutters which at one time were probably a soft yellow or even a green now hung on barely to their hinges and covered in moss. The various willows and other tree and shrubs were highly over-grown making the small graveyard area almost invisible at the right side of the yard.The place was just as she remembered it the last time she had been here when she about eight years old. Since then she had never forgotten this house and was both glad and afraid to now be the owner and resident of it. As the car rolled to a stop before the front porch, Indi wondered if they, the ghosts would allow herself, Danny, and Ty to clean the place up... or if they'd run them out either way. Obviously time would tell.<c>
Turning the blue Mini off, India sat there silent for a moment, her arms folded atop the steering wheel and eyes locked on the house. Wisps of auburn fell across her face casting shadows across her light green eyes, taking a deep and long breath Indi exited the driver's side," Three stories, that's counting the attic. Four if you count the basement. " Delicately she stepped onto the first step and then up the rest, each movement gaining her a groan and creak from the elderly wood. Across the veranda she went, the protests of the wood becoming less frequent. Even the wicker furniture was covered with white cloth much like painters' cloth.<c>
For a moment Indi was eight years old again and exploring the wonders of this house, each room she remembered fondly held a large four poster bed with elegent drapings and covers.She also remembered the friends she had made that day, two boys one of them close to her own age and the other about twelve or so. somehow they knew her name and she knew theirs, she had told her Mother later on the way back to the hotel that their names had been whispered to her on the wind. And then the spell broke, memories of her Mother's fears over her daughter having an over-active imagination filled her.<c>
Softly smiling, Indi placed her hand apon the ornate doorknob and turned it, concluding it was probably a good thing her Mother never knew nor understood what had really gone on that day as she stepped into the damp smelling dark house," Home--" A sharp intake of breath cut the rest of the words form her lips as a mouse scurred across the floor," sweet... home."Ghosts popping out of the wood work she could deal with, but vermin... that was another story," Okay. I know there's a light switch somewhere. " Feeling around the wall and using the light from the afternoon sun filtering in, India indeed found the switch, but found it not working," Oh...great. " Just what she wanted to do, go down into the basement.<c>
Stepping back out onto the veranda, Indi looked around and then glanced towards Danny," I've got to go down to the basement. A breaker's been flipped somewhere.Damn old wiring. " Good thing Ty was fairly handy with electric works, otherwise they'd be putting up with the breakers flipping almost constantly... and not just because of the spectoral reasons either," I shouldn't be long," She explained," If you want to start bringing the stuff in go ahead, but just be mindful of Them, they don't know you yet." As the last few words slipped from her lips, India was already at the staircase leading down underneath the house. Fearlessly she flicked the flashlight on after removing it from her pocket and headed down the flight of creaky steps and into the darkness.*
His adultry ended up costing the life of his wife, Alicia Roberts Carlsen, who threw herself over the side of the grand stair case with a rope tied around her neck after she caught them in the act one afternoon. Hamelition then went into madness. Over come with his grief for his wife, he took it out on Maryam and killed her, burned her alive claiming her to be a witch who had seduced him through black magic. He then lived on to watch the plague ravage the rest of his family; Nathaniel and Pierce his two sons and his slaves. Finally after they had all died, he left, relocated out west and remarried. While recollecting these stories from the back of her mind, Indi's eyes had closed and her mind reached out slipping past the ironrod gates to the house itself.<c>
" Damn." She muttered, her voice full of curiosity. Slowly her eyes openned again and she pushed back a few strands of dark auburn which had been blow across her face by the muggy Lousiana breeze," Wonder if they'll allow us to stick around. Mom always said that Great and so on Grandpa Hameliton was a stubborn ol'bastard. Makes me wonder if his brats and first wife were too." She looked towards Danny from the corner of her eyes and then back towards the house. It wasn't a large plantation house, but it was big. Ten bedrooms, one large formal dinning room, drawing room, living room, basement and an attic. Plus each bedroom contained it's own bathroom. <c>
The dark auburn haired young woman gave a shrug of her slender shoulders," Either way this is all we got till we can get better. " She spoke while undoing the large iron lock about the gates and pushed them open," Plus, it'll give us a chance to check out the equipment." A slowly almost amused smile crossed Indi's glossed lips as she walked back to her Mini slipping back inside behind the wheel," So, ready for an adventure?"It seemed more of a rhetorical question as she hit the gas and drove towards the dark house before them.*
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Danny: Danny sat silent in the car deep in thought. This situation seemed too good to be true. He had always admired his father's work from a distance and secretly he wanted to follow in the man's footsteps. That was the footsteps he had taken before the acident. Jack Phenton had always wanted to study ghosts and paranormal activity first hand and the man's enthusiam seemed to have passed on to Danny. Everything that was happening almost seemed fated to him with his abilities. He glanced over to Indi as she drove. If only she knew what he was capable of. Would she be freaked out? Or perhaps she would try to exploit him for her own personal gains? He doubted neither as the woman seemed pretty sincere.<c>
It was still too dangerous for him to tell her his secret though, he had only just met the woman afterall. His eyes peered ahead gazing at the house that they were headed to. It was old, really old and yes he felt the creepy vibe from it as well. But it was more of an intuition than anything else. Along with his ability to convert his body into ghostly form he also had a sort of internal radar when it came to ghosts. A sixth sense if you will. He could feel the presences that occupied the house even before they drove up. It was unsettling. Ironically even as a child although he loved the idea of ghost hunting and when he gained his power he thought it was cool he still held a slight phobia of ghosts. Not all ghosts, just the bad ones. <c>
The disgruntled spirits, the ones that he would have to fight head if he encountered them. Some spirits had no respect for the living world, whether they were bitter because of past transgressions or just evil he wouldn't allow ghost to hurt humans. They made thier choices in life whether or not they were good or bad wasn't his concern. They didn't have the right to abuse the form given to them in death. He chuckled as she made a comment. "I'm sure they'll come around once we explain why were here." She probably wouldn't understand his wording but that was what he planned to do. He always attempted to communicate with other ghosts first. Most are simply wandering and want to be left alone. Others are simply extremly curious. Then there are the ones he mentioned at first, the bullies.<c>
Spirits that are this old would be hard to predict a specific behavior. Hopefully the bully aspect wouldn't be one of them. He nodded as she unlocked the gate heading back for the Mini. "And to think, I thought today was gonna be dull." How it payed to be the son of a proffessor at the school you attended. A forged signature and hand written letter and Danny had become an intern for Indi's Investigation service. He hadn't told her yet but it would give him the oppurtunity to be around without having to worry about class getting in the way. Well some of them atleast. He would tell his father when he returned from his trip. He wouldn't be pleased but Danny was sure that once the man saw that he was following in his footsteps so to speak the man would be exstatic.<c>
Eyeing the house as they drove forward his eyes glanced up to the windows his vision focusing on the figures that had appeared, invisible to the naked eye but as visble as the house in front of him to his own. It seemed that the few that had shown themselves were curious about the newcomers. It was official, they definately weren't alone.
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Indi: The shutters which at one time were probably a soft yellow or even a green now hung on barely to their hinges and covered in moss. The various willows and other tree and shrubs were highly over-grown making the small graveyard area almost invisible at the right side of the yard.The place was just as she remembered it the last time she had been here when she about eight years old. Since then she had never forgotten this house and was both glad and afraid to now be the owner and resident of it. As the car rolled to a stop before the front porch, Indi wondered if they, the ghosts would allow herself, Danny, and Ty to clean the place up... or if they'd run them out either way. Obviously time would tell.<c>
Turning the blue Mini off, India sat there silent for a moment, her arms folded atop the steering wheel and eyes locked on the house. Wisps of auburn fell across her face casting shadows across her light green eyes, taking a deep and long breath Indi exited the driver's side," Three stories, that's counting the attic. Four if you count the basement. " Delicately she stepped onto the first step and then up the rest, each movement gaining her a groan and creak from the elderly wood. Across the veranda she went, the protests of the wood becoming less frequent. Even the wicker furniture was covered with white cloth much like painters' cloth.<c>
For a moment Indi was eight years old again and exploring the wonders of this house, each room she remembered fondly held a large four poster bed with elegent drapings and covers.She also remembered the friends she had made that day, two boys one of them close to her own age and the other about twelve or so. somehow they knew her name and she knew theirs, she had told her Mother later on the way back to the hotel that their names had been whispered to her on the wind. And then the spell broke, memories of her Mother's fears over her daughter having an over-active imagination filled her.<c>
Softly smiling, Indi placed her hand apon the ornate doorknob and turned it, concluding it was probably a good thing her Mother never knew nor understood what had really gone on that day as she stepped into the damp smelling dark house," Home--" A sharp intake of breath cut the rest of the words form her lips as a mouse scurred across the floor," sweet... home."Ghosts popping out of the wood work she could deal with, but vermin... that was another story," Okay. I know there's a light switch somewhere. " Feeling around the wall and using the light from the afternoon sun filtering in, India indeed found the switch, but found it not working," Oh...great. " Just what she wanted to do, go down into the basement.<c>
Stepping back out onto the veranda, Indi looked around and then glanced towards Danny," I've got to go down to the basement. A breaker's been flipped somewhere.Damn old wiring. " Good thing Ty was fairly handy with electric works, otherwise they'd be putting up with the breakers flipping almost constantly... and not just because of the spectoral reasons either," I shouldn't be long," She explained," If you want to start bringing the stuff in go ahead, but just be mindful of Them, they don't know you yet." As the last few words slipped from her lips, India was already at the staircase leading down underneath the house. Fearlessly she flicked the flashlight on after removing it from her pocket and headed down the flight of creaky steps and into the darkness.*
