Masterpost:
Continue reading for Chapter 1.
[1910 @ somewhere between SMU and the Orchard Night Bazaar]
Sirens wailed around the traffic junction right smack in the middle of town, causing quite the traffic disruption. The sun is just about setting and onlookers, both living and dead swarmed the site despite law enforcement officials’ best efforts to keep them away.
You can hardly blame them, it was quite a sight. The entire radius of the site was utterly wrecked: trees uprooted, grass burnt crisp brown, the road ripped and cracked apart with bits and pieces of cement scattered messily. Everything was caked in charred blackness that was multiple shades darker than regular asphalt with a disturbing hint of reddish brown. Try as you might to not draw any sickening conclusions but right there, in the center of the scene was a black canvas sheet, too small for a regular human, too big for roadkill; long hair and tiny feet peeking out from underneath.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this was no ordinary accident, especially since there was no vehicle onsite. Squinting past the various translucent beings and police tape, you see the Guardians making their way to the scene.
Despite having left his old job months ago, occupational hazard has Carl’s mind trying to work out the scene before him and he’d rather not. Carl tears his eyes away from the black sheet, trying his best not to think about how the little girl under the sheet could’ve died, only to find himself staring hard at a translucent Ghostbusters logo from across the road.
The irony.
Being dead makes you really sensitive when people look at you. Especially since hardly anyone can see you or at least that’s what the helpful kid from the SMUSMS (SMU – Supernatural and Magicks Society) had said while giving her a brief rundown on how afterlife and ghosting works. Abbie, clearly still not sober from the drinks she just had makes uncomfortable eye contact with the bespectacled male from across the street before deciding that confronting him would be a great idea.
[2020 @ Halo (Bras Basah)]
Drunken spewings of nonsense and her entire life story to a complete stranger and a cup of spiritual coffee over at Halo later, Carl has taken quite an interest in Abbie. She knew she didn’t belong and wants to leave the earthly plane and was it not his job to help rid ghosts from this city. The girl seemed like a nice enough “person”, if very drunk. Carl offers to help clear her grudge.
The barista whom had overheard the drunken utterings had suggested looking for The Owl, apparently the best information broker with the cheapest rates in Singapore (JB and some say Batam) for information on Abbie’s murder. He was last seen in the Wells outlet at Harborfront.
The Dead waitress (with incredible psychic powers she uses to float all the coffee to the customers) however, says visiting good ol’ Dr. KJ, who resides in NTU to get her memories back would be way easier.
Still suffering from chills from seeing the horrifying crime scene at the traffic junction, they decided to finish up their coffee first but what will Abbie and Carl do next?
[OOC: Feel free to choose whether to go find The Owl or Dr. KJ or even investigate the scene at the traffic junction! Don’t worry about splitting up either, they probably exchanged magic Whatsapp numbers or something, I’ll help them keep in contact if you split up.]
20160202 at 1521
Hi Liwen! Sorry I had to comment here, could you reply to my latest Chapter post: https://oss.adm.ntu.edu.sg/ngsh0048/2016/02/02/chapter-close-to-death/
So sorry my post came late so you weren’t able to post a comment earlier!
Thank you and so sorry to trouble!
(P/S: Please remove this comment when you’re done reading!)
20160202 at 1600
CARL POV: LOOK FOR THE OWL
Carl looks at Abbie, he feels that he should respect her decision.
“So what do you want to do?”
But Abbie remains silence.
“Alright, then…let me think…”
He stares through her transparent body, he can see her spirit, it’s like a piece of membrane that flows within her veins. Just that the spirit is so badly damage, it’s like a shattering glass. It’s no wonder as she has died for 90 years. The longer the ghost remains, the more fragile their spirit become. He has to hurry, if not she might became the “dark”
Carl thought about bringing her to Dr. KJ. But according to her spirit condition, it’s hardly that she can still remember anything.
“Listen Abbie, I will go and look for The Owl, and see if he knows anything about your death. Do you want to follow me?”
[OOC: Sorry I’m not very sure is Carl supposed to bring her along? if that’s the case Abbie cannot make any decision?]
20160202 at 2050
You can choose to do so or wait for Ann Li to respond, that’s entirely up to you! ^^
20160202 at 2114
[OOC: Sorry bout the late reply!]
Abbie nursed her hangover with the warm cup of coffee, slowly sobering up. Still, it took her a minute to register Carl’s question, to which she thought over briefly. She set the cup of coffee on the table and leaned forwards, resting on her elbows lazily.
“Sure, why not. Let’s go see this OWL they mentioned. Hanging around here for 90 years really suck… I just wanna remember and get outta here,” Abbie replied.
“By the way, I really do appreciate what you’re trying to do for me. I’d say I owe my life to you for the favour but I guess that doesn’t apply to me,” Abbie continued.
To be quite honest, Abbie was relieved to find Carl. Apart from the fact that he was there to her move on to the ACTUAL part of the afterlife AND he wasn’t dead, he had a refreshing personality. Which by Abbie’s standards wasn’t all that hard to find, not when you’ve spent most of your time post-death with a bunch of slurring drunkards. Admittedly, she learnt a rather great deal about the supernatural world by sharing drinks but it was still nice to finally have a sober conversation with someone.
As the saying goes, dead men tell no lies; the same can be (mostly) applied to drunkards.