Ghostly Conversations

Lucas smiled as the other ghost started to flick through her sketch book in order to show him her drawing like he had asked. Though he noticed how she skipped over section of the book, he didn't really see what they were and didn't want to pry. He was impressed by the drawing he did see though. "Those are amazing. Are you planning to study art at the academy?" He asked turning his head to look in the direction he knew the school was in, even though it wasn't likely to be able to see if from where the pair were currently.

Looking back to her, he chuckled lightly to himself. "I'm studying forensics myself." He told her, thinking that she would be more willing to talk about if she wasn't going to go to the school, if he opened up about it first. "I always wanted to enter law enforcement, this island sort of amazing. Death sucks but can still try live the dream I guess." His tone became a little lower, as if he had started unconciously saying his mind out loud. Not thinking about how insentive it might have come across. Clearing his head by bring a palm to his face in embarresment and sighing softly.

Lucas would have been shocked if he could hear her thoughts. Thinking him as optimistic would have been a surprise for sure, maybe it was down to the enjoyment and feeling of finally meeting someone like him. Combined with the way he had been trying to act in a more pleasant manner then he normally would.

He didn't know though, so just nodded when she confirmed she was an art major, before asking him about a sad eternity. The words, made it seem like it was rhetorical and he wouldn't have been shocked if it was. However he tried to keep up the positive act, and answered it. "Well, I think there are probably those who could do something for us if eternity becomes too much. Though I suppose I might not have to have to." The ending of his words might have confused her, and against his better judgement he told her about himself, again something done purely because she was also a ghost.

"What I mean is. I'm bound to an object, If it gets destroyed I have no idea what would happen to me. I guess if eternity start to kill me, then maybe non-existence wouldn't be so bad." The explanation probably hit the appearance of optimism she had up to that point. Talking about true non-existence over living, in anyway even like this wasn't such a nice topic.

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@Wolfie

Lucas scrathed the back of his at the question. He hadn't really been doing anything. Just walking around aimlessly as he didn't really have anything else to do. It wasn't like he could find anywhere to practise with his colt, nor did he really enjoy much else. It was only his desire to avoid non-existence and his dream of one day helping people and catching those who wanted to do others harm.

"Nothing much really." He anwsered, looking up at the sky as the snow drifted down through then. "Just walking around, in truth being bored out my mind. I suppose I could be studying but wasn't particularly in the mood." He explained further bringing his head back down to look at her. "Forensic science isn't as enjoyable as I suppose art is to study." He smiled weakly, starting to feel stupid.

Lucas was suprised to hear that studing art wasn't fun, but the research aspect had been one he hadn't thought of until she mentioned it. He was one of those people who didn't know much about art, but knew what he liked. A clichè but true it was. "I guess that make sense." Lucas replied to her art comments not knowing what else to really say, only to be taken off guard by the following question.

Lucas sighed as he let himself float downwards as he folded his legs. Hovering just above the ground still, but ending up sitting as he did. "6 years give or take." He anwsered, sighing again at the realization he had over those years lost track of the days. It wasn't like he knew todays date, but he could have figured if out a little more accurately if he did. He didn't ask the question back though, instead looking up at her. Figuring that if she wanted to share herself that she would do so.

Lucas notice the fact she didn't want to go into more detail about her death. Something that Lucas could agree with whole heartedly. Not only because it was a personal thing, but highly embarressing to say he managed to accidently put a bullet through his face.

Her following words though made it some what obvious to him that while they were both spirits that had got stuck in the world after their deaths, they were not exactly the same. While Lucas could become physical somewhat and eat occasional, even if the after effects were unpleasent, she couldn't. He wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want to lie to her, nor did he want to taunt her with the fact he could eat if he wanted to. Instead he simply took her tangent and went with it.

"I miss my friends and family, if I went to them like this I would probably just cause more pain then not." Lucas said somberly. He wasn't the biggest people person in life, but it was only after you lost something that you realised how important it was.