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December 13, 20XX, Evening, U.S East Coast.
The Town Of Haven Hollow, an ideal place far enough north in a partial valley for good snow and clear skies. Life is good for this sprawling area, from the quiet cozy suburbs, busy businesses, and to the peaceful shore.
Main Imports are the deceased, dying, injured, or sick, alongside a relatively busy tourist trade and visitors to the wide graves. It is a vast undertaking and has one of the best though rather small hospitals in the coast.
Main Exports tend to be doctors and other medical profession. Wiith those not in the business of medicine, they tend to leave as very well balanced graduates from school with comfort concerning death.
Lay OutThe town and suburbia can be considered small but is relatively big enough that it is beat to split it in to 9 squares, from left inland, to right coast.

Inland-Ever green forests, a great view of the mountains and with the heavenly resort/inn The Angels Last Rest, alongside the urban environment, and schools, we go from the top down.

After the inland comes the space between the shore and inland, the place that ain't quite there. Midgard! Just kidding, mostly.

Shore-Now for the ocean and coast with the bay and etc. Here is where the city begins and town ends.

"This isn't a Town to live in, it's a place to end and begin." -Angelica Thatcher

As the last few ghost float down and everyone is seated, silence echoes outward as ghost in vain attempt to make noise, other fall in to silent hysterics and as if a silent film is playing before you all it seems beyond the depths of sadness or depression. Others try to float or run away but seem unable as the nurse swiftly and gently ushers them back with a warm almost apologetic smile.
Suddenly the Doctor rises,
"Now I don't know who you are or exactly what you are asides from your medical records so let me put this plain, I'm alive and your dead, to prove my point.
Waving a hand the nurse passes through him at full tilt and goes straight out a walk then appears back, every time she passes a physical object her shape dissipates like mist then returns to her whole self. Others tentatively try scared of what may occur as a few pass through things and reform after focusing from the original shock.

Gesturing to the nurse, "[i]Now that I've done my part talk to her and she'll explain about being a ghost, I'm gonna sit down and get back to reading." As he turns to go back to his seat, "Oh! Just saying you can talk to me if you want, but pardon the old superstition that names have power, so no casual chit chat from me[i]"

With that the nurse wheels out a table despite being a ghost and on it are some handy papers and notes as he floats next to it, on top is a folded piece of paper labeled in black "FAQ". (see below for approved characters and etc)

Approved Characters.

-0001-

As Maria lays out the papers with a face of noticeable strain they open up under the black and white of "FAQ

The first is a scribbled piece of paper, while the rest is a mix of fresh print, inked yellowing paper and other things.
"Maira's Guide to... After that it is unreadable"
Methods to Leave Ghost Hood
1.Find a way to die/see the light/go to hell/Sucked in to a Vacuum Cleaner (myth)
2.Posses and integrate self in to living being
3.Find a Shamen/Witch doctor/Hooker (myth)/someone who can see and help you.
So your a Ghost?
4.Powers And You!
5.Fact Vs. Fiction
6.Angels, Demons, Occult
Good or Evil?
7.Good
8.Evil
9.Ending
Welcome to Town.
10.Map/bounds
The contents of these writings are from generations and study by ghost and man alike, all myths are confirmed to be true or not.

3-Do it. (it is written on a sticky note)

4-Powers differ and come from asserting self in to reality, they generate from cause of death and get stronger as living things notice us. All ghost can move things around very gently but others stronger with time, and others because they get a knack. Those with stronger more defined strengths find them very weak but very useful at first and and later have been called gods. (more sticky notes)

5-

6.-??? They ARE OUT THERE< THEY ARE COMING? (deranged scroll piece burnt and encased in glass frame.)

7/8-Hard to tell domino and butterfly affect in place, beware what you do! (Etched in stone and scored deep)
9.-??? Do not kill, do not sleep, do not dream, do not fight, do not die, do not paint, do not eat, do nothing alive.
Do run, do hide, do survive, do die, do good, do bad, do end. (Written in a simple T-chart almost as if an elementary student on lined paper wrote it)-(a short sticky note after this)-Researched, proves strange, we are hunted(?), we are rare(?).
10.(multiple maps are underneath the latest one, of the town, on it, it says...)Do no stray to far from body, begin to turn to nothing(?) then reforms at body when you lose conciousness. (Drawn on the maps is a large red circle that is 3 or so miles from town and city).

A few moments after the reading is spread everyone's voice is returned, followed by sobs anguish and generally a great clamor.

NPC's

Doctor-The greeter of the dead and the "Upper-Breaker" as he calls himself looks like any other doctor. He is a bit short and has a bit of a comb over with his black hair, his face pegs him to be around his early 30's, and he waves a bit with a fake smile that says "Go away", he is usually found in the Morgue at eh hospital.

The Nurse Maria

Derek casually read the papers Maria had left out. He wasn't particularly interested in them however. They failed to answer what he guessed was the #1 most frequently asked question: "Am I really dead?" It all seemed so surreal. He was dead, and yet here he was, sitting in a morgue, his body covered and lying on a metal slab below him. It was all impossible. How could he be dead yet still be "alive"? It had to be some kind of dream, an illusion from his subconscious. HE knew he was going to die, it had been planned out years in advance, and he had believed he had died. yet here he was... almost alive.

He reached out absentmindedly, trying to grasp hold of the cloth that covered him. aside from a small rustle, the cloak remained as it was. "Even in death I can't do anything with my hands" he thought. He grasped at the sheet once more, this time with more "force". again the sheet remained, defiant to his will. This wasn't fair! He was innocent; he knew he was innocent. Sure no one else believed him, but surely there was no god so cruel as to deny him his rightful afterlife? Weren't the innocent supposed to be judged correctly after death? He pulled once more against the sheet, this time with both hands and all the "strength" he could muster. It shifted slightly, but remained. Interestingly, it seemed stuck to his hands, though he lacked the strength to move the sheet. He pulled as hard as he could and, with a resounding "ZAP!", the sheet fell free, back onto his corporeal form. In anger, he tried to slam his fists into the table but they passed through without pause. lacking any other outlet, he screamed in anguish.

His anger vented for the moment, he let his mind take control. Okay, there are tons of ghosts here, yet I've never seen a ghost and people hardly believe in them. If there has been ten thousand years of civilization, then ghosts should be everywhere. Yet they are not. So there must be a way to... move on." His mind resolved, he returned to the papers the nurse had laid out before them. There had to be a way to escape. If there was, he would find it.

After rummaging through the notes a dozen times, he found himself with more questions than answers. "Seeing the light" seemed unlikely; he had been executed and innocent man and that had brought him no closer to heaven or hell. By acting like a good or bad person, they escaped but that seemed the long way. Still, being good couldn't hurt could it. Possession seemed a little... dark. He didn't want his mind merged with that of another being, and doing so would mean damaging another person's free will - a bad action if any there was. That left finding a Shamen. But where was he going to find a person who could see him and want to help him?

It took only a moment before the obvious came to mind: the Dr. He was alive. He seemed unlikely to run given his disposition to ghosts thus far, and maybe there was something he could do to help. He floated closer to the man, and opened his mouth. No sound came from it. "This will be more difficult than I imagined"

willofbob:

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yes you can, and it is all good.

hiei82:
Snap[/i]

The Dr. gives him a brief look as he puts down his book, as Derek opened his mouth in silence, Dr. snapped his fingers in realization. Reaching in to his desk he pulled out something like a snow globe on a metal circular platform, it was unique in the fact that it looked like someone at great lengths managed to put another globe in to it followed by another and another and another and another, with enough space for a small snow storm to be inside revealing each, it gives off a shocking feeling like electricity in the air.

Dr. lifts up his book and slams it in to the object, letting out an echo of silence, as if all the noise wasn't just silent, but rather gone down to the smallest breath, then in a rush of noise all ghosts could speak it was followed by cries of despair and other things from a few other ghost, while a majority floated away running as fast as any human others flying.

The doctor winced at the noise, and motioned towards Derek, "Derek right? How can I help you to make you leave me alone asap?" The globe un-shattered next to his book is now still like a fresh coat of snow fall.

Sebastian read the FAQ handed out by Maria.
So I am not going straight to hell ? Strange maybe god gave my a second change. An this about good and bad things guess I need to do a lot of good things. I guess I could take a look at my body or at least what is left of it. Well looks like that guy wasn't very successful. well at least i can try

Sebastian tried to lift up the cloth unsuccessfully. Sebastian tried again unsuccessfully. damnit lift hands. Wait what. He looked at his body. I look burned and I still have my machete well that is a relief I wonder could I see myself in a mirror. I could ask the doctor

Sebastian tried once again with all of his might to try to lift the cloth but then he noticed something. the way the cloth lay's on top of my body reveal's there is not much left. I don't need to see that. This is my new body. He looked at the other guy he already made his way to the doctor. i could try talking to the nurse

Sebastian started floating towards the nurse. wait she might not now well the doctor just seems more of a safe choice for now. Sebastian changed his destination and went to the doctor. Stopping next to Derek he tried to talk but nothing happened except for a soft scream. fuck i need to now how to talk first. He tried again unsuccefully . FUCK I need to talk he tried again. Another cry of despair. I doesn't work this is going to take a while.

Sebastian kept trying to talk silently until eventually he succeeded "Helllooo dd...ddoccctorrr iss it possssibbblee to seeee myselfff in a mirrrror? i am starting to get the hang of talking. Must have been because my vocal cords were damaged by the fire.

Sacheverell wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten here, where ever "here" was, but there was light, he wasn't hungry or cold any more and the voices were quiet which was good, great, glorious even. And he could float in air. Could he do that before? Maybe. He wasn't quite sure but he was enjoying it nonetheless, spinning and doing barrel rolls.

Wheeeee he thought with each spin or roll, mouth moving but no sound coming out. He barely noticed the rush of noise or the fleeing ghosts in his amusement.

"...eeeeee. Wheeeee."

Sachie stopped mid spin, head tilted slightly to one side.

"Wheeee?" he said, listening. "Wheeee," he said again, nodding to himself and continued to spin in the air.

He suddenly stopped mid spin.

"What on earth am I doing?" he muttered, staring at his hand in horror. He quickly glanced about the room and, noticing a doctor and two other ghosts standing nearby, he marched over there. He was about to ask something but then he noticed a cup of coffee on the doctors table.
"Are you going to finish that?" he asked, pointing at the cup.

Raynoson:
"Derek right? How can I help you to make you leave me alone asap?"

Derek was taken aback for a moment by the... bluntness of the question, but quickly regained his ground. With the power of the snow globe, he could speak again - more proof of the man's spiritual power. He noticed that a few of the other ghosts around him were paying attention as well but payed them no heed.

"The..." he paused for a moment to consider what exactly he had read. "manual I guess..." he said offhandedly before continuing, "says that one of the ways to "pass on" is to talk to a shaman, witch, or person who can see the dead. As I see it, you are the only person who meets the criteria. So my question is, do you know any way to do that?"

Joey sat and read the report given him by the nurse.

Yeah, I know I'm dead, smartass, I felt every hit, now what...Lights vs. Fires...possession...my body's over there....yadda,yadda,yadda.... let's see here...I wonder what the rest of these poor sods look like...

He put the report in his breast pocket, he was wearing one of his old suits, he noticed, even though he'd been killed in a button-up shirt and slacks.

Very strange, this dead feeling.

He walked over to the cloth he felt had his body under it, he'd seen one of the other ghosts, the one with a machete, only a kid, can't have been more than twenty, try to lift his own to no avail. Joey was never one to shy away from a challenge however, and his body held no fear for him. He grabbed hold of the cloth and felt himself drawn into it, of all things, he tried moving and the cloth moved, he bent himself over and the cloth removed itself from his body. He then felt that he could leave the cloth. And he did. He looked down at himself and found himself wearing his dress uniform again, complete with hat and honors.

His body was beaten, broken, and cut. It almost looked like something out of a horror film he'd taken his wife to see on their first date all those years ago.

"Great, I'm a meatsack, without alot of meat left on it. Wonder what's under this one..."

He began reaching for the cloth the kid had tried lifting a moment before.

googleus:
This article is very good wow gold

Completely misplaced man/woman/it I suggest you find the correct thread to make such a link available and find out how I. the world you ended up here.

[quote="hiei82" post="540.363969.14293408]
"The..." he paused for a moment to consider what exactly he had read. "manual I guess..." he said offhandedly before continuing, "says that one of the ways to "pass on" is to talk to a shaman, witch, or person who can see the dead. As I see it, you are the only person who meets the criteria. So my question is, do you know any way to do that?"[/quote]

"Hah, if I could wave a magic stick I'd make all your floaty arses end up in hell or the underworld, that way I don't need to use this P.O.S globe to stop the screams of a couple dead folk.I know about as much as helping you guys out as what was written there alright. I got this job out of sheer drunks and drawing the idiot stick." He snorts a bit out of general piss and vinegar attitude.

"If you want the fastest way to get gone, go to the Coma Ward, I'm sure[/I] that'll be real easy." He says this ironically as he reaches inside his desk, bringing out a small bag of tobacco and begins to prep his pipe.

[quote="Floris2123" post="540.363969.14278766"]
Sebastian kept trying to talk silently until eventually he succeeded "Helllooo dd...ddoccctorrr iss it possssibbblee to seeee myselfff in a mirrrror? [i] i am starting to get the hang of talking. Must have been because my vocal cords were damaged by the fire.[/quote]

Dr.Merely without looking away from his pipe, and flicks at the steel table clearly showing his reflection in a distorted image on the metal.

a an reflection so i can see myself in a mirror. wait what red eyes since when do i have red eyes ? must have been because of the fire or somthing well it looks cool i am just gonna leave it there. Hey look another ghost. Is he trying to lift my cloth ?

Sebastian moved to the other ghost standing next to his body.

ow my hand not again. Wait it really hurts i feel the temperatur rising what is happening ?

Sebastian's hand suddenly catches fire.

"aaa what is this"

Sebastian tries to cool it down by using his mind it works.

The fire dissapears.

what the hell was that ? Well he is still with my body i should focus on him for now.

"Hey what are you trying to do? If you want to see my body the least you could do is ask."

Sebastian stops at the other side of the table and looks at Joey.

"Wait is that there your body?" he say's poiting at the body of Joey.

what the hell happend to him?

"Just trying to gauge exactly who everyone is, kid,"He began looking around at the other ghosts and extended his hand,"Captain Joseph Castanos, Organized Crime Division, not much like it matters now."

He saw the kid eying his body,"Yeah, I know, funny what a few dozen weapons used by a couple of angry gang members can do to a body isn't it?"

"Sebastian Dominicus Adams nice to meet you." He say's with a smile.
"well i can save you an disgusting look at my body i was burned alive so it's not pretty."
"And you were killed by a couple of gang members sounds rough. You have my condolences. "
He laughs a little bit about his own joke.
"I don't have a tiltle or anything i was just in Highschool. So you were a captain of the police that sounds cool were you murderd because of a case ?"

OOC: the murders Sebastian commited were big news so it might be that one of them knows who he is.

"I don't have a tiltle or anything i was just in Highschool. So you were a captain of the police that sounds cool were you murderd because of a case ?"

Joey smiled a bit at the kid, he reminded him of one of the street kids back when he first started on patrol.

"Yeah, something like that, mixed in a bit with family politics."

"Family politics ? I would like to hear your story but if you want to keep it to yourself I totally understand.

O but if you want to hear my story I want to hear you story to look at it like a trade." Sebastian say's with a smile.

this guy is really nice but what did he mean with family politics. And what is his story i am really curious.

DR. gives him the idiot look with a raised brow' "Try it, not like you can drink."

Sachie bowed to the doctor in gratitude and then tried to grab hold of the mug. His hand went right through it.

"Strange," he said, examining his hand. "Very strange indeed." He shrugged and tried again, this time moving his hand more slowly. It went through the cup just as before.

"Curses," Sachie muttered after the fifth or sixth attempt. Clenching his teethe and staring intently at the cup he gave it one last try. The cup tilted slightly then fell over, spilling coffee on the table. He tried to wipe some of it away but his hand just went through the table.

"Damn it. Now look what you did!" he said, looking angrily at Derek.

Cybele:
Thou Shall not Control NPCs unless stated otherwise

(Power is beyond weak at the moment, tipping over a mug of drink is beyond your power at the moment but I'll wave this for now at the moment)

Reaching in to the drawer of nigh infinite use he gets out a towel and proceeds to mop it up, making sure his book and globe were still dry.

Floris2123:
Thy flames is visual at best

The Nurse floats nearby sitting on the table with the laid out FAQ and looks bored out of her skull as she chats to the odd ghost or two directing them to somewhere or telling them off, none of her words can be heard but she seems relatively monotone.

willofbob:

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(Just a reminder)

Cybele:
"Damn it. Now look what you did!" he said, looking angrily at Derek.

Derek hadn't been paying much attention to the man next to him until he heard his name. Pulled from his thoughts, he re oriented himself. Apparently the ghost next to him had spilled the cup of coffee and was intent on blaming him for it. For a moment, he considered yelling at hte ghost, but after looking into his eyes, Derek could that his compatriot wasn't entirely there.

"Great... I just died and already people are trying to blame me for something. And if that's not enough, I'm being blamed by the craziest person in the room, and I'm the one stuck for all eternity wearing a straight jacket... It's official, the universe hates me" Derek thought to himself. Derek tried and failed to remove the annoyed look from his face before responding with a "I had nothing to do with it Mr...?" to the ghost.

"GOD-DAMMIT TA' HELL!" Screamed the floating spectre of David Simms, slamming the pamphlet to the floor."WHY THE HELL DOES THIS HAPPEN THE DAY AFTER RETIREMENT!"
He attempted to slam his fist into a table, but it phased through and caused a fist to the testes. 'Gives a whole new meaning to the term "phantom pain"' He thought darkly.
He sighed and wandered over to the corpse he assumed was his (due to the glowing wounds in the face and stomach). "Always another setback..." He muttered.

hiei82:
Derek tried and failed to remove the annoyed look from his face before responding with a "I had nothing to do with it Mr...?" to the ghost.

"What? Oh! No! No no no," Sachie said hurriedly, a flush of embarrassment on his face. "I wasn't referring to you but to...um...sorry?"

"Anyway..." he continued. "The name's Sacheverell Mell but it's a pain in the ass to remember so most bears, I mean people, just call me Sachie. And by most people I mean friends or people who are just too lazy. And what might I call you good Sir?"

Cybele:
"What? Oh! No! No no no," Sachie said hurriedly, a flush of embarrassment on his face. "I wasn't referring to you but to...um...sorry?"

"Anyway..." he continued. "The name's Sacheverell Mell but it's a pain in the ass to remember so most bears, I mean people, just call me Sachie. And by most people I mean friends or people who are just too lazy. And what might I call you good Sir?"

Derek was taken aback. "Sachie" really WAS crazy, not that Derek had much of a right to comment. Derek held his hand up absentmindedly, intending to shake the ghastly beings hand in introduction. "Derek Mast... er... Just call me Derek." he finished, bewilderment on his face, the incorporeal belt-buckles of his jacket jangling from the motion.

Before he could see if ghosts could shake hands however, he heard a cry of anguish from across the room. Derek turned to see the source, a ghastly older man screaming in mid-air.

willofbob:
"GOD-DAMMIT TA' HELL! WHY THE HELL DOES THIS HAPPEN THE DAY AFTER RETIREMENT!"

Sachie was forgotten for a moment. "I guess I'm not the only one who got robbed of his life... At least misery has company I suppose." Derek thought, before floating over to the poor soul. He rested his hand on the mans shoulder. "I can't say it's going to be okay, but your not alone so I hope that gives you some comfort."

(your bodies are in metal racks and shelves folks just saying.)

"Repent!" A voice booms out ward, a priest walks through the walls his, head still caught in a dead man's drop (noose)
He is old and looks withered away, but he is as clear as ever to all who see him.
"You have died and been cursed to roam in purgatory seen only by those o. the verge of sin!" He directs this towards the Dr. who lets out a moan and reaches in to his desk.

"Everyone this is his holy ass Priest, able to quote the bible word for word, resident ghost annoyance, and has no memory of what he was or what he did, thank God." The Dr. pulls out a card board tube with a white string on the end as if for a party with all the colorful stripes and twirls on it.

"You are one to talk, have you not forsaken your soul to commune with the dead and hold power over them! foul demon abate from this place of life and dead, no longer burden this point of balance!" the priest goes in to a long rant akin to "putting the fear of god and how you must see the light".

"Thanks, mate, but I'll get over it, always d-" He was cut off by the sound of shouting. An evangelist. Oh, wonder of wonders.
"Jus' shut the hell up! We get it, yer in denial! Ya don't have ta throw our faces in it! Just get over it, the worst has happened, and now there's only up! There's a reason they say "Rest in Peace", ya know! Besides, judging by that rope a' yours, you should be in hell by now! So count yer blessings ya ain't saying' this ta' Lucifer!" He turned back to the spirit floating next to him "I think I needed that. David Simms, former DPP of the greater Newcastle area, pleased to meetcha."

willofbob:
"I think I needed that. David Simms, former DPP of the greater Newcastle area, pleased to meetcha."

"Derek Masters, former sub-curator of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, likewise." He responded. He pointed over to the another ghostly figure, who had apparently decided to try floating upside down, "And that's "Sachie" who I'm fairly certain isn't all here."

The screaming priest appears. what is wrong with him ?

"Hey Joey I am going to go over there and introduce myself to them see you later.

Sebastian flies over to the other ghost and looks at Derek and David.

"Hello my name is Sebastian Adams what are your names?"
it is best if i make contact with all the other ghosts as quick as possible. Maybe the can help me or we can help each other or something.

hiei82:
"And that's "Sachie" who I'm fairly certain isn't all here."

"What do you mean "isn't all there"?" Sachie asked, floating upside down over to Derek and David. "Though I do seem to have misplaced one of my shoes if that's what you mean?" he added, looking at his feet.

Turning right-side up again he continued. "It was dark brown in colour, about this big," he gestured with his hands, indicating something the size of a large dog, "only a lot smaller and goes by the name of Right Shoe."

"You haven't seen it by any chance, have you?" Sachie asked, turning towards Sebastian.

Cybele:
"What do you mean "isn't all there"?" Sachie asked, floating upside down over to Derek and David. "Though I do seem to have misplaced one of my shoes if that's what you mean?" he added, looking at his feet.

Turning right-side up again he continued. "It was dark brown in colour, about this big," he gestured with his hands, indicating something the size of a large dog, "only a lot smaller and goes by the name of Right Shoe."

"You haven't seen it by any chance, have you?" Sachie asked, turning towards Sebastian.

Derek turned back to David and the newcomer Sebastian. "I retract the statement." he said, trying not to chuckle. "He is CLEARLY present and accounted for." Derek said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"No I haven't seen your right shoe. I am Sebastian Adams by the way what is your name?"
what is wrong with him maybe he is just insane? well I guess that is quit logic because we are all dead. I wonder was he insane before this or not.
"And I didn't catch any of you names either."
Sebastian say's looking at Derek and David.
"Care to Tell me?"
so I have met 7 people so far. 1 The doctor doesn't seem to like his job or talking to us . 2 The nurse has made some kind of FAQ with help of the doctor ? looks nice. 3 The crazy guy seems to miss one of his shoes. 4 The sarcastic guy looks like a nice person. 5 The old guy with a piece of his face missing looks like he was brutally murder and well can get quite angry . 6 The priest seems like a convict who was hanged. 7 Last but not least Joey a police officer who was killed in a horrible manner and his death has something to do with his family.

Sachie gave Derek an angry look but didn't respond.

"Well, I'm sure it will turn up eventually," he said to Sebastian. "I'm Sacheverell Mell, P.I. But you may just call me Sachie I guess."

"Okay Sachie. I have an question how did you die? To make it fair il tell you how i died. I died in a fire and not because of suffication or somthing. That would have been less painfull but no. I really burned alive.
there is no real use in lying how you died. It is still pretty obvious because you still have your dead body here and well you can still see it.

Derek laughed off Sachie's glare - what could Sachie do to him anyway - kill him? It was such an absurd situation he couldn't help but try to make light of it.

"And I didn't catch any of you names either." Sebastian said. Sachie was the first to answer him.

"Derek Masters" he responded a few moments later

Sebastian then asked what was likely the strnagest question Derek had ever heard. "how did you die?" Sebastian went on to explain his own cause of death: conflagration. Derek visually cringed. His own death had been painless; undeserved but painless.

"I'm sorry you passed in such a way. My own death was... "electrocution" is the technical term I suppose."