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Der Lampman

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At exactly eight in the morning - as indicated by a clock he somehow got into the room he currently was in - Teddy woke up. He sat on a crate of clothes stacked next to another crate filled with more random things (the torch jutting out of its loosely open top was a highlight) that he dragged into this basement so late at night that he ended up sleeping in a haphazard mess. Strewn about on the dank brick floor were his tan longcoat, the light blue dress shirt which admittedly did nothing but add buttons, a collar and stripes to his body, and his dark brown fedora.

"Oh me, oh my, this floor's too dank for me -" he sang, stretching himself out. His back hurt from the hard floor - he didn't have quite as much time to set up the makeshift bed he used on other days, and he was too tired to bother. Imagining funky background music he sang, "It's too dank, too dank baby - gotta get better shelter, gotta get a bed."

Actually, there were other problems more than a bed. He needed a lot more other things if he was going to stay in this basement for longer. The light was dimming - that needed fixing but for now he could get by on his own blue glow. It meant he had to deal with wearing short sleeves though because his face couldn't produce enough light to work with. On the wall farthest from the stairs was a clock, high above three crates of belongings he hadn't unpacked yet.

A couple of pipes were there on the right side of the mostly empty basement, and one of them began to leak the other night, which got annoying quickly. The slow steady drip drip was a metronome helping him sleep, as though a guide for his breathing and his heartbeat, though every now and then the water would get inside his eyes and throw everything off - kilter again. That too needed patching up.

Hunger began to gnaw at him, and so he started up the stairs. Humming to himself an old tune, older than he was, Teddy did not quite notice that as he went up the basement there was someone there.

The actual owner of the house stood there, staring at him.

And then Teddy stared back at Azza, frozen like a deer in headlights. He'd been caught, and to make matters worse he was caught without his coat - most people didn't quite take kindly to finding a glowing blue man in their basement (this he knew from experience).

"Uh, uh... your pipes are leaky... you might wanna get that, you know, checked out."
 

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It was a normal day, at around 6 in the morning. The sun was rising from the east with its rays slowly reaching Azza's face as it climbs higher to give way to dawn. The clock was ticking, it was the only thing breaking the silence in her room. She stood up just before the alarm would ring and turned it off. This was her daily morning routine before she goes to work. The rerun just made her lonely life even more melancholic.

She brushed, washed her face, the usual things girls do in the morning, except, she's naked. She lives alone, with her house in the middle of the graveyard. Why would she expect guests? She went down to the kitchen, wearing only her apron. She hears noises coming from the basement, but quickly clears her thought by thinking those were just made by mouses. Her being in the graveyard and all. She started making pancake mix for breakfast, but some of the items she needed was still in the basement.

She was about to go get supplies when suddenly, a faint blue light in the figure of a naked man stood in front of her. Stunned by the event, she could only think and speak of only one thing. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" She even forgot that she was still buck naked with only her apron on.
 

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"Oh - whoa whoa whoa - ho there, as much as I enjoy the view right now, you are going to want to put on some clothes. Don't know how I didn't notice it before this but yeah. Yae gon' git cold lookin' like that now lass." While everything still did not quite sink in, Teddy had a chance. He had to somehow convince Azza - as he knew her, but she most likely did not know him - that he was three things:

A.) harmless, which he was mostly,
B.) always there, which technically he was,
and C.) good to keep around, which he wasn't quite sure how to sell.

"Huh. Now how do I do all that," he muttered as he proceeded to the kitchen to cook himself up a bit of breakfast. He had to stay casual, calm and collected at the moment. This was a battle of wills. The first one to lose calm would lose control over the conversation.

"Like I said by the way, your pipes could do with a little fixing... no bacon? I swear I brought home bacon yesternight. Huh. Wait wait wait... you okay with hash browns and egg? I was going to pick up some more food yesterday but I left a large part of my money here and I was bus, so..." Teddy rambled while digging through the fridge all casual - like and relaxed. But inside his blue frame, everything was tense. If he messed up, he was homeless again.

This was going to be a difficult game.
 

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She paused and looked at herself and got embarrassed. Weirdly enough, he still acts feminine even if he's actually male for real. Azza ran back up, changed into his usual outfit and ran back to ask the intruder. "I just need eggs for the pancake, the bacon is in the refrigerator and I swear I thought I accidentally bought stuff again without me noticing. I'm okay with hash browns and eggs." She paused and shouted. "Now, who are you? And, how did you get into my house?"

She slowly walked towards the phone to call security and also the plumbers. "Explain to me, why are you here?" There were so many questions in her mind right now that she didn't know where to start.
 

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While Azza was out changing, Teddy focused his attention on the food, frying up a platter of crispy hash browns and eggs. He would have added more, but he was having a weird enough situation, and it was only getting worse.

"How about we discuss that after we've had a bit of food?" he asked, trying to stall to a calmer conversation. He still had to keep up his cool and calm. He couldn't afford to lose this battle. Just as a precaution however he began transferring mass to his legs, in case something ended up thrown at his face. Then he would have an easier time dodging.

He took a sip of apple juice, taken fresh from Azza's coffers, and set down a glass filled with it in front of her. "Your juice is nice - and yes, I am fully aware that that sounds creepy - but I recommend Jack's Triple Apple if you're going to go for any apple - related drinks. Comes cheap too."

Leaning back, he figured that the casual chat would not quite pan out and instead opted to go lead in to the second plan - pretend to be a spirit inhabiting the house, which wasn't actually that far from the truth. "Love what you've done with the place though. Been here for ages, and I have to say, everyone else that lived here had poor decoration tastes."
 

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Azza calmed down. but still, she didn't let her guard down. It would be too rude if a ghost saying that he's been there for ages was suddenly kicked out by the security's exorcist. She thinks the person is too casual for a ghost, she didn't mind it, but it was weird. Azza temporarily transformed into an angel where he is best form so that he could defend himself if the conversation doesn't turn out well. He was still confused, he wanted an explanation from the 'ghost' in front of him.

"Okay?" He reluctantly answered. "But you are still not answering my question, who are you? I thought this house was new, cause y'know? The one in the pamphlet and stuff? I didn't know the package comes with a free ghost?!"
 

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Teddy adopted an air of mock glamor, complete with jazz hands as he tore his focus from the food and onto Azza. "Oh, honey, sweetie, baby... suuurely you didn't think the big bad men in the real estate business would put up all the facts you need to know on one convenient pamphlet? Surely you didn't think that they'd tell potential customers about all the spooky scary skeletons sending shivers down your spine? Oh, darling, that wouldn't be real nice for business now would it?"

With a piece of hash brown on a fork, Teddy sighed and let his voice drop to a low, low register. "Okay, I wasn't exactly saying that I met previous residents of this house in particular. I, uh, have been around for a while. I mean, well, my ashes are, let's say, fertilizing your flowers at the moment, and, yeah I think you've noticed that this place is heavy on the magic. Long story short, I'm stuck here, and I got whatever was left of my stuff and stuffed it in the basement. Might as well still have my stuff, right?"

He was in deep now. Selling his ghostliness was easy - he could after all pass through things without problem, but now he had to perpetually be a ghost around Azza. If he was a ghost, he wouldn't be allowed to eat, most likely; ghosts weren't known for their appetites after all.
 

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Azza felt dumbfounded for a second. " Now that explains the skeletons in the closet." He said. Those were just actually Halloween props left by the previous owner. Too bad he didn't know. The thought about a 'dangerous intruder' being reduced to a 'harmless ghost made him felt better, calmer than a while ago. Now, his head can think better without all those anxieties clouding him. Probably, it was the reason why he just remembered something that made him doubt this glowing blue person's facade.

"I have met- well, seen various people and things of different kind-ghosts, monsters, etc., as I have traveled around the world for a century or so." He's bad at explaining things but he's trying to. "I have seen actual ghosts, yes. And she (the sorceress he loved) told me that ghosts can't eat. I know it's true, she never lies to me." Azza let out a big breath. He changed Cerberus into this huge hammer, before saying his question. "You said you're stuck here and you're ghost. Then tell me, how were you in a bus to buy bacon yesternight? What were you going to do with the bacon? Answer me."

The hammer was a bluff, Cerberus can't hurt anything but manifested desires. He was hoping that at least, the build of his body while wielding one huge-ass hammer would be enough to intimidate the person in front of him."Tell me the truth this time, Who are you and what are you doing here?" He said while he squinting his eyes.
 

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The skeleton remark confused Teddy for a bit, but not enough. Thankfully, even if he was an inverse, he didn't end up with the opposite of Bartholomew's quick wits. Speaking of Bartholomew...

"The skeleton..? That - that's not mine. You mean by brother, Bart. I, uh, was cremated - I think? All I know is I'm gone, then I'm back, and then I see what I'm assuming were my ashes being scattered into the ground. Let's see... I went back to sleep after that, then I woke up, three, four days ago?'

Teddy was digging himself even deeper now, but he was more used to going all-in than most, and the stakes only raised his tension and excitement. Worst case scenario, he would just have to find a more comfortable alleyway. Nothing could possibly be worse than his old residences anyway.

Azza's hammer actually amused Teddy more than it intimidate him. If he was unfazed by the sudden transformation into an angel, a hammer wouldn't quite have much impact. Frankly, he was more concerned about what Azza could pull off without the hammer.

He leaned over to examine Azza's hammer in further detail, with false anxiety on his face as he chose to take a second mulligan on his playstyle. Now, he was going to play the "lost soul" play.

Teddy sighed. "Oh, right, I gave you the why of me, but not who I am. Uh, stupid on my part, sorry. Name's Teddy. Technically, I'm like twenty-something, but I've only been like this for about a year. Or, uh, I've been conscious like this for a year."

He had to up the stakes a bit if he was to properly sell this act. The thespian in him began to cry out, yearning to break free. With little resistance he let it loose, and the artificial waterworks began to trickle out from his empty eye sockets. "...And I'm here for whatever reason. Look, I'm not a spiritist or a shaman or anything, so I can't quite understand how souls work either. I think you actually know more about ghosts than I do and I - I - look, I have no idea what's going on! I'm - why do you think I - I don't like this any more than you do! I'm in your basement, all alone, being leaked on by pipes and sleeping with the rats, and I'm just bringing in my old stuff so I can feel e - even the slightest bit at home!"

His voice began to tremble now, but with subtle control hidden beneath the shakiness. His face fell to the table, and accidentally - or so he made it look - upset his glass of juice. "How - how do you th - think it feels to be some strange blue ghost that you can't even be sure is a ghost who can touch things and then every now and then pass through things? I woke up today with half of me in your floor! So trust me when I say th - that I have no idea what is going on either and I'm really just trying to stay here until I can figure out what to do!
 

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"Oh no, is he crying? I think he's crying... What did I do? Maybe he's telling the truth." Azza thought to himself, starting to believe the story of the person in front of him.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't know how to react when someone's crying. Di-did I upset you? But let me just make this clear. You're here because you just want a place to stay?" He's telling the truth. He's dumb and dense but he knows when someone needs comfort. He reverted to his human state and tried to give pats on Teddy's back. "Look at me deary, I'm sorry if I did. I just wanted to know truth. If you just needed a place to stay, this place I bought is too big for one person, one harmless ghost wouldn't hurt right?"
 
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