[ she's still convinced that this is some scheme hatched up by... hatch, the devil, whoever the bloody hell he called himself. she'd already yelled up at the sky a few times, telling him that she's not falling for this, that he might as well send her back to where tom and hal are.
but there was no answer this time, nothing happened. she just stayed in this place, seemingly human. no longer a ghost? it must be hell, this place. another trick. endless trees and the sound of snow crunching beneath her combat boots.
she wonders where her friends are, if they woke up in similar situations, if they're wandering around some world that looks as though it's been ripped straight from some rubbish spooky, story her brothers used to watch (rubbish stories she'd give anything to watch with her little brothers again). hatch seemed to have learned his lesson about putting them together. they are stronger together than they are apart.
but just because she doesn't believe any of this is real doesn't mean she's going to play into every horror movie cliche and (OPTION A) stray away from the path and get lost in woods, so you might meet her there. and she might call out to you.] Hey, you! [ she calls out in a thick scottish accent, rushing to keep up with you.] Can you see me? [ weird question, i know. but she's been a ghost for awhile now and the fact that she can take off her jacket and feel cold tells her something is up. yes, she's shivering because she's not wearing her leather jacket but instead has it slung over her arm. after being stuck in the same clothes you died in, for months, it's nice to be able to just get out of them, okay? and honestly, to feel anything other than... nothing at all.
(OPTION B) once in the town, you might catch her walking cautiously, her combat boots untied for some strange reason.] This is a load rubbish, all of it, [ she'll mumble to herself as she sits on a crumbled piece of wall. and when she sees you, she might call out] Do you know where I can get something to eat or drink? I'm gasping.
alex millar - being human uk
but there was no answer this time, nothing happened. she just stayed in this place, seemingly human. no longer a ghost? it must be hell, this place. another trick. endless trees and the sound of snow crunching beneath her combat boots.
she wonders where her friends are, if they woke up in similar situations, if they're wandering around some world that looks as though it's been ripped straight from some rubbish spooky, story her brothers used to watch (rubbish stories she'd give anything to watch with her little brothers again). hatch seemed to have learned his lesson about putting them together. they are stronger together than they are apart.
but just because she doesn't believe any of this is real doesn't mean she's going to play into every horror movie cliche and (OPTION A) stray away from the path and get lost in woods, so you might meet her there. and she might call out to you.] Hey, you! [ she calls out in a thick scottish accent, rushing to keep up with you.] Can you see me? [ weird question, i know. but she's been a ghost for awhile now and the fact that she can take off her jacket and feel cold tells her something is up. yes, she's shivering because she's not wearing her leather jacket but instead has it slung over her arm. after being stuck in the same clothes you died in, for months, it's nice to be able to just get out of them, okay? and honestly, to feel anything other than... nothing at all.
(OPTION B) once in the town, you might catch her walking cautiously, her combat boots untied for some strange reason.] This is a load rubbish, all of it, [ she'll mumble to herself as she sits on a crumbled piece of wall. and when she sees you, she might call out] Do you know where I can get something to eat or drink? I'm gasping.