Ghostly Conversations

Lucas was bored. Roaming around aimlessly, trying to think of something he could do in order to kill time. Well something he could do, that he could enjoy without manifesting. Though he was starting to grow frustrated more and more at not having anything to do that he really enjoyed since he died. Pausing in his stride, Lucas sighed and looked up the falling snow only for a voice to shake him from his annoyed state and ask him to move.

Turning to face the source of the voice, Lucas was about to ask why on earth he should only to pause as he saw a girl having been drawing the scene he was blocking. He stopped himself from vent the frustration he was feeling and walk over towards the girl. Planning to look over her shoulder and check out her drawing. However as he got closer, he noticed something he hadn't expected to see.

Just like him, the snow that drifted down from the sky didn't seem too touch her. Passing right through her as if she wasn't there. Lucas attention by this forgot about trying to sneak a peak at her drawing. "Are you...are you a ghost?" He asked directly, and somewhat uncouthly due to not havig expected to meet another ghost so soon after comig to the islands.

"Nei..Neither have I?" Lucas replied, kind of nervously, not wanting to end up doing anything that could upset the girl. I was slightly shocking that he hadn't done so in truth, he had been wandering as a ghost for years. Occasionally interacting with the living, but most of the time just hiding. The locations he had picked in the past, were the sort that in fiction someone would expected to see a ghost.

However this island had changed everything. Not only had he finally met someone like him, but he didn't feel like he had to hide all the time. "I'm Lucas." He introduced himself, and put out a hand as if to shake her hand. Habit and quirks from life that didn't die, but brought up an interesting question. Normally he passed through everything, but if she was like him would she?

Lucas was indeed shocked it was a new sensation to him. Touching something that wasn't his gun while intangible but being able to do so. It was like, if he touched his own face not cold to him but not feeling warm to him like his gun did. "Just not used to much contact. I can only interact with the physical a small amount of the day." He answered her question, purposely leaving out mention of his gun, as just pulling it out his jacket would have probably been a bad idea for a first meeting.

"Its nice to meet you too." Lucas said in an attempt to recover his composure, after removing his hand which lingered to long, due to being shocked. He wasn't very good at small talk though, being out of practise due to a long time of avoiding the living before he came to this island. Looking at her book, where she was drawing an idea came to mind rather then try and prolong the conversation with a more personal question. "You like drawing then?" It too him sounded pretty lame but he was trying to break habits of the last few years.

Lucas smiled at Amelia reply, but didn't answer her following question immediately. It wasn't often that Lucas was one to offer positive reinforcement, however he wasn't going to pass up the chance to do so. Mostly in hopes that he would come across nice, to the girl he was like, so that he didn't end up scaring her off, with his normal abrasive attitude. "I'm sure there is load you are great at. No reason to put yourself down." He said, it wasn't the best attempt in his opinion but what was to be expected after years of bitterness.

"As for me..." He trailed off not actaully sure how to answer. Ever since his death, all he had really done was roam aimlessly until he ended up being picked up for this school. His hobbies before that were shooting and making his gun, at least up until his death. "I like to explore." It was a stretch, but it was honestly the best he could come up with. "Haven't been able to have fun properly since I died sadly." He added just so it didn't feel like it was a complete lie.

Lucas listen and tried to think of a reply to her offer. What would he find as fun now? Going shooting maybe, but that wasn't something that he was going to mention still. This was difficult and it had to be something they could enjoy. Rubbing his chin in though, he looked down at the book she had been drawing in and an idea struck him.

"Have you drawn place all over the place?" He asked in respone but carried on speaking reguardless explaining the intention behind the question. "I haven't had chance to see much, but if you have I loved to see." He finished smiling at her.