Who: Jude Cohen, Bagel, some NPC'd (highly annoying)ghosts, and OTA
Where:
When: Early morning
What: Jude needs to get back into the swing of a normal life
Status: Open
Rating/Warning: Um...tbd but nothing too high



Jude sighed as he walked through the streets of New York, occasionally tugging on Bagel's small leash to get him to keep up. The longer he had this dog the more he realized just how stupid it had to look. A six foot tall man with long legs walking a tiny Chihuahua with legs as long as his index finger. There was no way any of this looked right. He still didn't know what David could've possible been thinking when he brought the small whimpering pup home after a mission abroad a few years back. Sure, It was great when he'd walked the good Doctor, he'd been shorter, but David wasn't around to walk him now. And, if he were around, he was in no state to actually walk the dog. Funny thing about being dead, unless you became some sort of poltergeist, it stopped you from actually picking up anything.

"Now that you're out and about..." A voice behind him said, "Maybe we can drop in on my wife for awhile? Just let her know I'm okay?" Jude sighed as he turned around and lifted his pair of rose-tinted glasses. He stared at the shimmering blue figure behind him and shook his head. "Look, Bob..." he began before the figure interrupted him. "My name is Phil!" Jude sighed and ran his gloved hand over his face. "I don't care what your name is! If you want to be called Phil go haunt someone else! I'm tired of my apartment and me in general being a beacon for all of you. Now, for the last time, I don't care how you were killed, I don't know where your parents are, I will not visit your wife, I will not, under any circumstances, drop in on your daughter, and I can not dig up your grave to make sure your younger brother actually buried you with your good luck charm! Now that that's settled..." He turned back around and began walking once more, ignoring the strange looks he received from men and women who hadn't gone into work just yet. He knew how it looked. David had a problem with it himself.

Rubbing at his eyes, Jude reached up and flicked the glasses down over his eyes once more. Bright shining auras in the morning light had a tendancy to hurt his eyes when he was surrounded by so many at once. He could always simply turn the power off but then he wouldn't know just what was coming his way. At least this way he couldn't be ambushed by people with abilities and their partners or an invisible man. It was easy to hide yourself, much harder to hide your aura.

"You know Jude... the least you can do is give us something. We've been keeping you company all this time! Stopping you from simply going insane because you chose to close yourself off to the world when you didn't have to. The least you could do is show a little gratitude and help us out or be a little nicer. It hasn't been a picnic being tethered to you but you are the only one who can see us now and David would've helped them." Gloria. Oh how Jude hated Gloria most of all. David had helped her a few years back and the woman had simply stuck around due to some vague affections for the deceased medium which Jude had never understood but always hated. "I dont remember ever asking you to stick around, Gloria." he murmured tensely. "Well he did and god only knows what he saw in you." That was it. Jude had to find a way to lose this power, even if it meant killing someone else. He couldn't stand a lifetime with Gloria.

To the rest of the world he probably looked very much like a man who'd simply snapped. No one else could see Gloria or her companion, no one else could hear them. If they were sensitive enough, however, there was the slightest chance that they could feel them. The ghosts often brought a slight chill to the air when they were around, especially in this many numbers. This still wasn't much though. Jude's house was always cold thanks to the number who kept inviting themselves over.