Janie Potter is enchanted. (janeface) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-13 11:14:00 |
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If there was one thing that Jane Potter refused to do, it was to give up on something like this. This opportunity to help a spirit or a hundred, however many there were in this place, was a rarity, but the kind of rarity that kept her on her toes; that gave her something to think on. Going to sleep was barely an option for her, with the incessant creepy feeling of being watched at all times, but throughout the day as she took breaks from talking to the spirits with Toma and performing the Smudging, she managed to catch a nap or two in the library as she continued to read.
So it was no wonder that as the night grew later and later, Jane was still wide awake. As her Mum went to lie down, Jane moved with her stack of books to her room in the unit, the lights flickering, and continued to read about hauntings. According to most of the books that she'd perused through the day, the ghosts weren't necessarily out to scare them. They were there for unfinished business, it seemed, and that they couldn't move on because of certain circumstances. Sighing, Jane ran her hand through her hair, her eyes blinking rapidly from the onset of tiredness she felt. Deciding it would be better to attempt to get at least some rest, the youngest Potter on the compound flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes.
Instantly, an onslaught of images of the ghosts played like a film under her eyes; taking turns to seemingly glance in her direction before gliding away. Seeing the images didn't scare her, necessarily, but there was a terrible kind of sorrow she felt for them, a pain that she wish could be taken away. As the ghosts continued their stream in front of her, Jane fell deeper asleep; now used to their appearance. Not long after, though, a shock woke up part of her brain. You're being watched, it told her. Sure enough as she slowly regained consciousness, she felt eyes on her. A young woman, not too much older than herself, was staring at her. Well, Jane presumed she was staring, as she couldn't really make out her face. Keeping calm, Jane looked back at her, unsure of what to say now that she had been confronted with an entity that seemed completely focused on her.
"Hello," she eventually said softly, her hands lamely at her sides. "I'm Jane." It was strange, without a doubt, to take in an appearance of someone that lacked a face, but Jane's eyes took in every detail of the young woman in front of her. Long brown hair that fell down her back in waves; a light pink dress that barely caught the wisps of her knees. The dress was smudged with grime, and looked torn at the bottom, as if someone had ripped the material away to use elsewhere. Looking towards her legs and arms, Jane noted that the woman was barefoot, and a makeshift bandage was wrapped around her upper arm. In her hands she held a stack of paper; close to her chest.
It could have been mere minutes or hours that Jane examined her guest, but before she was ready to move on from processing what information she already had, words filled her vision. She again, was unable to make out exactly what they said, but letter after letter appeared; swarming her vision quickly before being replaced by another. Though frustrated, Jane furrowed her brow as she tried to make the words out, but the language appeared to be foreign. Sighing, Jane turned her head, looking for the ghost again. "I'm going to help you." It was said quietly, soothing in the words and tone. "I promise."
More letters flashed back to her vision again; Jane focusing intently on them once more. As her eyes swam with exhaustion, and Jane prepared to fall back into her slumber, she heard the words, strong, but low in volume float towards her.
"Il mio nome รจ Joanna."