darkgathersin: (Outside and happy)
He stays in the library for most of the day. It’s too hot to be outside right now and the library doesn’t care if you fall asleep for a little while, assuming you have a book in your hands and you don’t snore.

So he stays there, enjoying the central air and the fact that he’s not in the burning sun. But night descends and the library is getting ready to close. He doesn’t know where he’ll go from here, though he has enough money to go to a diner and maybe get a slice of pie.

At that thought, his stomach growls and that seems to settle his plans for the evening.

Theta moves out he library doors and towards the last place he remembers seeing a diner that looks cheap enough. Luckily he’s in a big enough city that the walk isn’t too far, thus he is able to keep the route pretty much in mind.

Have a ghost!Kosch.

Date: 2012-08-02 04:55 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] learntobeyou
learntobeyou: (Watching (shadows))
It's funny the things you miss when you're a ghost. The solidity of really feeling the ground under your feet, feeling the cold air at night. Little things that mark the difference between alive and dead.

Koschei walks, because it's all he has to do. He doesn't have to rest, doesn't have to eat, doesn't have anywhere to go or anyone to watch over. So he walks, through walls and in the middle of busy streets, wherever he happens to wander. He walks in the hope that at some point he'll run into a sign from whatever is supposed to take you after death comes down and says, whoops, sorry, we missed you there, come along. You're not supposed to be here anymore.

He doesn't really have anything to stay for. And he can only assume that if all dead people wandered forever, the streets would be filled with a lot more ghostly figures than he sees on a daily basis.

He stops for a minute in the middle of the street though, taking no heed as the cars run through him. There's ghosts on the street; he can see the difference, the unreal quality to them, and there's always the way people go through them to mark that they're not alive. He watches, wondering if they have any answers. He doesn't try to approach, though.

He's not even sure if he can talk anymore. He hasn't tried.

Date: 2012-08-02 05:12 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] learntobeyou
learntobeyou: (Default)
He starts when someone touches him, startled even more when he can nearly feel it, more like the weird there-but-not-there feel of the road under his feet or a wall when he concentrates on leaning against it than the complete lack of sensation that comes with most people.

It's mostly out of shock that he lets himself be pulled along to the other side of the street, staring blatantly at the -- ghost? He doesn't seem like a ghost, though. The whatever-he-is dragging him along.

It takes a second before he can think to answer, and when he does his voice is uncertain. He doesn't entirely expect it to come out, but it does. "Hello."

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