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ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG / O. JOINING + HAUNTING? - DEMPSEY - 08-04-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ there's a leopon ghost hanging around too but dempsey can't see him. your character is free to notice him, and he should show up in this thread, but dempsey won't believe anyone telling him that he's there. you don't have to wait for him to post lmao
It sort of makes sense that he should end up in a ghost town. He had spent the last six months of his life in a graveyard, treading between tombstones both real and imagined. It's for the greater good, they had said. All of them, as if it somehow made a difference to hear it. (It didn't, he had still lost.) For a while, Dempsey had sort of lost himself to the drift, and then to life. He kept chasing memories like butterflies down abandoned side streets. His paws tracked dust in places that no living beings had touched for an eternity. His whole life, there had been this thrum deep in his chest, some desire to keep moving. He had a life to live, goals to meet, to surpass. Then, in a matter of minutes, everything stopped. Years of steady momentum were fully halted, time itself freezing and falling flat to the ground. In that moment, it all meant nothing to him. Those empty streets were the only ones he felt comfortable in.
It didn't take him more than a day to realize that the 'dome wasn't home anymore, 'cause it always took two people for that and he hadn't really had himself after that. So he'd walked, and walked. Dempsey had always been a warrior, but now his body is smeared with dirt instead of blood, and his paws are calloused from walking, not fighting. There were a few people who gave him strange sorta looks, and a few others who'd tried to whisper something he couldn't accept. Either way, he could never stay in a place for too long. Sometimes he wonders if Rey's getting tired of watching him run away — then he remembers he doesn't believe in heaven and shuts up before he changes his damn mind.
Today's stop is a place he would have hated six months ago. It feels claustrophobic as he weaves through the trees, huffing frequently and pausing to tear through vines. He's got mud halfway up his legs, and he can almost hear Rey laughing at him, or see his smirk. The leopon had always been a better climber, but that's literally comparing a cat to a dog. Eventually, it gets to the point that he can't take it anymore. The pharaoh hound mix scrabbles to the top of a particularly thick cypress root and settles there, crouched awkwardly to maintain his balance. He hadn't had a home in mind since the day Rey kicked him out, but this sure as hell wasn't it. "What'd you get yourself into this time, Dempsey?" he sighs.
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Re: ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG / O. JOINING + HAUNTING? - REY - 08-04-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/lmao guess it wouldn't have mattered if you said to wait for me since no one replied
Rey didn't know how the hell he wound up this way, not alive but not dead either, and it was never like him to go halfway. It would be slightly simpler if his husband weren't a stubborn mule of a dog who denied any attempts by people to point out Rey's existence, though if he did eventually believe what he was told, he had no way of confirming it. He couldn't see Rey at all. It would be worse for him to actively search for Rey, to yearn for that possibility when he deserved better than to chase after ghosts. Rey couldn't even decide himself if he wanted this, if wandering forever as the unheard, unseen shadow at his husband's back was a form of torture he could withstand. There were so many times he caught himself in the middle of an attempt to touch Dempsey, so many miserable moments of desperately wishing he could tell him it was okay.
He had nowhere else to go, though, and no other place he would rather be, even if it meant Dempsey couldn't know he was there.
"You're so filthy." The leopon could go easily where Dempsey couldn't, which was only partially a result of his intangibility as a spirit. He'd always managed to be a bit more graceful in cramped spaces, thanks to his feline reflexes. "Always had a head for messes." Rey took his place next to Dempsey, pretending he could feel his warmth, that he could feel anything. Dealing with his own fruitless desires made this state so much worse than it might be if he didn't yearn as deeply as he did.
Re: ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG / O. JOINING + HAUNTING? - toboggan - 08-04-2018
//was trying to avoid joining threads bc actually just made this dude a few days ago, but i saw that nobody else replied so here i am
Leroy understood how it felt to be rejected, as the mutt was literally kicked out of his old crib. Sometimes, he himself felt like a ghost, like a spirit. Once the centre of all the attention, all the conversation, and now these people don’t even know who he is. The good part was, that was temporary. He would have a name for himself in no time at all. All he needed was some vulnerable people that don’t understand danger, or some random oaf willing to do some dirty work. Lucky for him, he still had his life ahead of him.
The same couldn’t be said for these two saps, who Leroy had spotted whilst pacing around the outskirts of camp. Back when he was a pup, he thought you’d need a lot of moxie to speak to a ghost; now that’s the norm. Hell, the leader of this joint was a ghost. Judging by the fact that these two phantoms were all alone out here, Leroy guessed that no other Tanglewood fellow came out to say hi. That’s my cue. "Hey fellas," he’d quip, strutting to the two ghosties sitting unnaturally close together, ”you two ‘re lookin’ real spooky right now. Anythin’ I could help ya with?”. He wasn’t often this fortunate, but seeing that these guys were ghosts, he figured that there was no way to take advantage of them, and besides, they’re ghosts, haven’t they lost enough?
Yikes. It sounded as if Leroy had a sense of sorrow for a second there.
Leroy understood how it felt to be rejected, as the mutt was literally kicked out of his old crib. Sometimes, he himself felt like a ghost, like a spirit. Once the centre of all the attention, all the conversation, and now these people don’t even know who he is. The good part was, that was temporary. He would have a name for himself in no time at all. All he needed was some vulnerable people that don’t understand danger, or some random oaf willing to do some dirty work. Lucky for him, he still had his life ahead of him.
The same couldn’t be said for these two saps, who Leroy had spotted whilst pacing around the outskirts of camp. Back when he was a pup, he thought you’d need a lot of moxie to speak to a ghost; now that’s the norm. Hell, the leader of this joint was a ghost. Judging by the fact that these two phantoms were all alone out here, Leroy guessed that no other Tanglewood fellow came out to say hi. That’s my cue. "Hey fellas," he’d quip, strutting to the two ghosties sitting unnaturally close together, ”you two ‘re lookin’ real spooky right now. Anythin’ I could help ya with?”. He wasn’t often this fortunate, but seeing that these guys were ghosts, he figured that there was no way to take advantage of them, and besides, they’re ghosts, haven’t they lost enough?
Yikes. It sounded as if Leroy had a sense of sorrow for a second there.