whenurestrange (whenurestrange) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-12-05 14:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-27, bianca, jack |
I dreamed I was missing
Who: Jack, an NPC ghost who is possessing him, and Bianca
Where: Next to a bus stop near a bank
When: At around 6pm
This had happened before, and it had been out of sheer luck that nothing had happened to ruin Jack's life forever - or rather his chances of ending it, because he had heard that it wasn't that easy to die in prison on your own terms. Then again maybe he could piss someone off enough that he would be stabbed to death with a piece of plastic. There was that.
But nobody wanted to go to prison, not even a suicidal teenager who was fucked in the head.
It was a complete lack of courtesy out of the spirits on the loose in this world to just do that without asking for permission, but Jack was more or less used to that too. Sometimes he could avoid it, sometimes he couldn't. Today, he couldn't. And when he felt himself being invaded by someone else's soul all Jack could do was try to push it out of his body and begin there the indefinitely timed struggle between a soul who belonged in there, and one who didn't. That was kind of what being possessed against your will was all about.
Now of course there was the question of why was this particular 1920s young male ghost possessing Jack Murphy in the middle of a busy street, right in front of a bank and next to a bus stop - which was why Jack had been standing there in the first place. This young man had wanted Jack to help him find the love of his life, who had refused to marry him because he had no prospects or money and had made him go on a misguided bank robbery (on this very bank near the bus stop, since apparently it had been a bank ever since banks existed on American soil) which had resulted in his death by gunshot when the police mistakenly thought he was reaching for a gun when all he really was reaching for was a picture of the girl who had indirectly gotten him up to that nonsense in the first place.
"You're an idiot." Jack had said, shaking his head. And the ghost had taken it to mean he wasn't going to help - because telling the ghost over and over that the 20s had been roughly a metric fuctkon of years ago and she was probably dead too anyway hadn't driven the point home.
So now here they were, one inside the other and the ghost with very confusing thoughts about robbing another bank - because that worked so well the first time around, Jack had said in that little corner of himself the ghost had allowed him to have - and setting out to find 'his girl' who was most likely a wretched old prune or a downright skeletal corpse by now. Whatever the ghost wanted to do, it wasn't going to be good. And Jack was going down for it because he couldn't just jump out of his body like the ghost could. The only thing to do was what Jack was doing right now - fighting with his soul against another soul and trying to expel it from his body.
This was all very weird to him - and, he suspected from the recesses of his own self, to other people too. Especially because this struggle between souls had caused him to currently be folded over himself on the ground at the moment groaning like his appendix had just burst.