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Evans Odd Encounter Sr Emmelline 241231
On a cold and stormy night in the luxurious Forbearance House, Evan encounters a distressed ghost searching for his daughter, Isabelle, in the otherwise quiet hallways. The spectral figure, looking every bit the part of a grieving Victorian father, accuses Evan of having something to do with Isabelle's disappearance. Despite Evan's protests and attempts at ignoring the ghost to continue on to the kitchen, the spirit proves to be persistent, even violently shoving him to the ground in desperation for answers. Evan's insistence that he knows nothing of Isabelle does little to deter the ghost's conviction that Evan is somehow responsible for her absence.
As Evan humors the ghost with a search through the dormitory, the spirit narrates the tragic backstory of his conflict with Isabelle over her unsavory boyfriend, culminating in her runaway attempt and the implied subsequent tragedy that befell them both. Just as Evan tries to rationalize with the ghost, suggesting he needs closure rather than vindication, Isabelle's own spirit appears, reconciling with her father and revealing the true nature of their shared demise stemming from a heated argument and a fatal accident. In her brief interaction with Evan, she expresses regret and explains the cyclical agony her father endures, reliving the pain of her loss each year on her birthday. The poignant reunion between father and daughter, filled with acknowledgments of misjudgments and the unveiling of unresolved grief, allows them to peacefully depart together, leaving Evan in the silent, echoing halls of Forbearance House, a quiet witness to a familial specter's resolution.
(Evan's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Mon Dec 30 2024]
In Central Hall - Forbearance House
Glossy white walls adorned with gold-framed mirrors make this area appear large and airy, while the white marble floors give it a touch of opulence. A round stone table in the center of the room holds a handsome vase of fresh-cut Easter lilies all year long. Stairs lead up to the fraternity's dorm rooms, while doorways lead deeper into the house in various directions.
It is night, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Evan isn't doing too much at the moment, he's been out and about in Haven, chatting and now he's heading downstairs to his dorms kitchen.
The hallway is fairly quiet at this time of the night, as Evan traverses it. There are a few students here and there, chatting as they go about their business. The night seems fairly normal though, nothing out of place. As Evan continues to walk, he passes the lillies that are always there on the decorative table. He is about to approach the stairs, when a rather strong wind blows. Far stronger than just the blow of the vent above him, blowing out dry hot air to warm the house during the winter months. No, this one is much stronger, and it matches the freezing temperatures outside. It is strong enough to rustle the hair on Evan's head, to move his clothing about his body. The wind blows like that for a moment, like a mini tornado, then a voice can be heard. "Isabelle! Isabelle! Come back!," the voice intones. The voice however, is distant, and rather echoey. More than the spaciousness of the hall can account for. It is as if it is being lost to the wind. The man continues yelling for Isabelle, and with each passing second, the voice becomes clearer and more defined, the echoes dissipating. Soon enough, a transparent ghost appears in front of Evan, hovering over the stairs. He is a tall man, about 6-4. He has blonde hair cut short, and he wears a neat suit, complete with a tie and a pocket watch. "Where is she?," the man asks of Evan, looking grief stricken. "Where is Isabelle?"
Evan stops in his tracks as he continues on his way to the kitchen, to get some food for himself. "Isabelle?" he asks the ghost, apparently not even bothered by that fact that there's a spirit, or a ghost, whatever it defines itself as in front of him. "Don't know any Isabelle," he replies, thinking for a moment, before continuing on his way. "I'm hungry though," he adds, talking to the ghost as he walks further into the dorms, towards the kitchen. "And I'm gonna eat, and I guess you're welcome to join me, though I don't think you can eat, can you?"
The ghost, being a ghost has no corporial form. And so Evan is rather able to walk directly through it, without any trouble. though as he does so, an icy feeling takes over his whole body. It is as if a bucket of ice cold water, from the depths of the sea had just been dumped over top his head to run down his body. The spirit however it seems, is rather unamused by Evan's tactics. "Where is Isabelle!," the man exclaims, seeming to anger at Evan's tactics. "You cannot ignore me!" And from behind, there is a shove from the ghost. And the same icy feeling almost mind numbing courses through Evan's body. And he does it over and over again, till Evan either halts, or by his violent actions is brought down to his knees. "Where is she!," he exclaims once more, clearly furious at being ignored.
Perhaps just casually ignoring the spirit wasn't the smartest of ideas, because Evan does get shoved, stumbling forward just a little bit. It wasn't completely expected, and he sort of loses his balance for a moment, before regaining and just moving on through, and down the stairs further. One of those angry angry shoves gets him at the worst time in his step downstairs and Evan just falls the rest of the way with a loud sets of crashing that results in a 'crash' at the bottom of the stairs. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he shouts, probably loud enough to echo throughout the halls of the dorms. He lays on the bottom of the stairs, dazed for a bit, and groans.
Fortunately though Evan lands with a crash, he is relatively uninjured. Given he was already part of the way down the staircase. So whilst the fall may have been unpleasant, it does no actual damage to the man. Unfortunately, the ghost has zero empathy for Evan's troubles, as he floats down the stairs after the man. "Where is she!," he exclaims again. 'You took her I want her back!" And then the ghost begins to scream. This is not a normal scream that one hears on a day to day. This is not just someone screaming out of terror anger or any other reason. This is a scream to defeat all screams. Though it isn't particularly high pitched, it is ear breakingly loud. Loud enough to rattle the vase of lillies that sit at the top of the stairs. Loud enough to rattle the doors that lead off the hallway. Loud enough even, to break a few of the mirrors that have been mounted on the wall. Just out of sheer volume. The scream continues for a good minute, and as the man screams, he continues to bear down upon Evan. His hand shoving the man over and over again. Each shove as before, causing ice, so cold that it almost burns to course through the man's body."
Evan blinks himself out of his gaze, and with no real combat experience, or dealing with trauma he doesn't even check himself. Doesn't really pat anything to see if it's broken, he attempts to sit up but that mirror-shattering scream as him scrambling to cover his ears, clamping hands over them. "Yo," he yells, trying to be heard over the screams, but then he's shoved back, over and over and over again, the sensation of the touch coursing through him. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHO THAT IS!" he manages to yell at. "I DON'T KNOW ANY FUCKING ISABELLE, DUDE."
Fortunately for Evan, the ghost's touch while extremely unpleasant and while it can be debilitating, leaves no actual physical marks on the man. "Yes, yes you do!," the ghost insists angrily, though mercifully he stops his super sonic screaming to reply back to Evan. "You do! You took her! I want to know where she is! What did you do with Isabelle? Tell me the truth! Why did you take her?"
Evan puts his hands up in front of him, in a defensive sort of posture, trying to ward the ghost away from himself. "I don't know what you think I did," he says now, "But seriously, I didn't do shit, and I don't know who Isabelle is," he states again, trying to stand his ground in really driving that point home.
Fortunately for Evan, the ghost has stopped shoving him for the present. Though fury still burns in his eyes. 'You do know who she is, you took her! She's my daughter. I want her back. If you didn't take her, then where did she go?""
Evan lifts a hand, rubbing it over his face. "Why do you think it was me?" Evan asks shortly, "I've been in my room upstairs after meeting with a friend," he keeps one hand in front of him in that warding, defensive posture. "I'm telling you the truth, bro."
"Because," the ghost replies, crossing his arms. Standing there like that, were the ghost not eerily floating before Evan, with his suit and tie, he could pass for a college professor. Especially with his arms crossed as they are. "I was chasing after her, and then I was here. So that must mean you took her. Where is she?," the ghost asks for the umpteenth time. 'If it isn't you, then why am I here?," he asks, accentuating the word I."
"I don't know, dude," Evan replies, lifting a hand to rub his chest, prodding now to make sure nothing is broken there. He's probably bruised a little bit, but overall he'll be okay in the grand scheme of things. "Maybe you got lost or some shit?" He gestures towards the fairly open space of the dorm, "You're welcome to look around," he says. "It's not my place, I don't own it, but there's no Isabelle here."
The ghost lets out an angry puff of air, and by the furious look on his face, it looks like he might scream again, but he controls it. "then you will help me find her!," he says rather forcibily. Though him just being a ghost, can't exactly grab Evan, he tries anyways, though of course his hand goes straight through. Even still, that same icy feeling courses through Evan's body with the ghost's touch. "She is only sixteen! You will help me find her," he demands. "or I will tear this whole building apart, till you help me."
Evan gets up now, "Alright, sure," he says to the ghost. "We can look, but there's really not that many places to look around." He mentions idly, standing up and dusting himself off.
"You took her, you have to find her," The ghost says, as he followsa fter Evan. "She's only sixteen. We had a fight. I have to make things up with her. But I'm here now, and that means she must be too. We must find her."
Evan moves off further into the the dorms, leading the ghost along. "Alright," he says, "We can start looking, but," he explains over his shoulder, "What'd you fight about? Mind telling me?"
The ghost sighs a deep and sad sigh at Evan's question. "She was angry at me," the ghost admits, looking down. "She was dating someone I didn't approve of. The usual Father daughter fight. But..." the ghost shakes his head. "He was bad for her. He was trying to cut her off from her friends. She told me about how upset he got, whenever she went for a girls' night out to the movies or something. I told her, that she should break it off with him. She didn't want to, and I didn't push... at first." The two continue down the hallway, the ghost not minding the shattered glass as he floats over it. "But things started getting worse. I told her that she wasn't allowed to see him anymore. She got upset and ran out the house. I was chasing her, and now I'm here. You brought her here, and I still don't know why," the ghost says, his sadness turning to anger once more.
Evan listens to the story the ghost tells him, showing him the kitchen, the room that's just weirdly under the staircase, whereever it's around. There's no girl here, and particularly none named Isabelle. "Ah," he says when the story finishes. "That's.." he frowns, "Not good. But it happens as parent I guess," he exhales finding really nowhere to show the ghost. "Look man," he says to him. "You're a ghost," he mentions, as if that wasn't clear. "You're dead," he continues on. "Or whatever the hell you are, dead, not dead, half-alive? I don't really know, but this sounds like it probably happened a while ago, I don't think you're going to find her here," he says, turning around and pausing to look the ghost in the eyes. "I think you just need some sort of validation that you didn't do anything wrong," Evan lets out a little breath, exhaling. "I'm not a parent, I can't say for sure, but it sounds like you were just doing what you thought was best for her. It's not your fault."
"Yes, yes it was," the ghost replies to Evan. "She was running away from me, and now I can't find her. It's all my fault. We have to find her," he tells Evan, almost desperately this time. Though before Evan can respond, there is another gush of wind. It is a warm one this time, though no les stronger than the one that had brought this particular ghost. "Dad Dad," this time a female voice, distant and echoing. though just as before, with each passing second, the voice grows clearer, and in a blink of an eye a female ghost appears before Evan, standing next to the ghost of the man. This ghost bears a striking resemblance to the man, it is clear they are father and daughter. though she bears long auburn locks, that cascades down to the middle of her back, rather than the blonde of the male. "Dad, come on, what are you doing here?" she asks of the man. The father turns to look at his daughter, realization in his eyes. "isabelle," he half whispers. And there is a look in his eyes, a look of memories returning to him. "You died," he tells her. "You died, and it's my fault," he says, looking as if he might break down. "No Dad," the daughter says, more firmly. "It was an accident. I wasn't looking. You were chasing after me, and I was mad. I pulled out without looking, and it was just an accident." "But you're not supposed to be here," the father responds. "You died before your time, and it's my fault." The daughter just looks sadly at her father. "Yeah, and you died before your time too. Now come on, it's time to go." It is only then, that the ghost we now know as Isabelle notices Evan. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "My Dad..." a pause as she tries to explain. "I got in a car accident. I was pulling out of our driveway, going a break neck speed. I was angry. He didn't want me to see Rick. And he was right. Though I didn't know it then. But... there was a car passing by, and there was an accident. I died, and my father never forgave himself. Our mother died when I was very young, and so it was always him and I. And well... you can imagine what it did to him, when I died in front of his eyes." She doesn't say specifically, what her father must have done, but the result is evident, given the dad is a ghost. "And he's never been able to let it go. So every year on my birthday, he relives it. He roams trying to find me. He forgets for a minute, the past, and everything. I don't know if he'll ever be able to let it go." The father ghost while Isabella talks, just nods, and looks grief stricken and sad. "Come on Dad, it's time we go," she tells him. The two link arms and slowly dissipate, and it isn't long before the mundane quiet surrounds Evan once more.
As Evan humors the ghost with a search through the dormitory, the spirit narrates the tragic backstory of his conflict with Isabelle over her unsavory boyfriend, culminating in her runaway attempt and the implied subsequent tragedy that befell them both. Just as Evan tries to rationalize with the ghost, suggesting he needs closure rather than vindication, Isabelle's own spirit appears, reconciling with her father and revealing the true nature of their shared demise stemming from a heated argument and a fatal accident. In her brief interaction with Evan, she expresses regret and explains the cyclical agony her father endures, reliving the pain of her loss each year on her birthday. The poignant reunion between father and daughter, filled with acknowledgments of misjudgments and the unveiling of unresolved grief, allows them to peacefully depart together, leaving Evan in the silent, echoing halls of Forbearance House, a quiet witness to a familial specter's resolution.
(Evan's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Mon Dec 30 2024]
In Central Hall - Forbearance House
Glossy white walls adorned with gold-framed mirrors make this area appear large and airy, while the white marble floors give it a touch of opulence. A round stone table in the center of the room holds a handsome vase of fresh-cut Easter lilies all year long. Stairs lead up to the fraternity's dorm rooms, while doorways lead deeper into the house in various directions.
It is night, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Evan isn't doing too much at the moment, he's been out and about in Haven, chatting and now he's heading downstairs to his dorms kitchen.
The hallway is fairly quiet at this time of the night, as Evan traverses it. There are a few students here and there, chatting as they go about their business. The night seems fairly normal though, nothing out of place. As Evan continues to walk, he passes the lillies that are always there on the decorative table. He is about to approach the stairs, when a rather strong wind blows. Far stronger than just the blow of the vent above him, blowing out dry hot air to warm the house during the winter months. No, this one is much stronger, and it matches the freezing temperatures outside. It is strong enough to rustle the hair on Evan's head, to move his clothing about his body. The wind blows like that for a moment, like a mini tornado, then a voice can be heard. "Isabelle! Isabelle! Come back!," the voice intones. The voice however, is distant, and rather echoey. More than the spaciousness of the hall can account for. It is as if it is being lost to the wind. The man continues yelling for Isabelle, and with each passing second, the voice becomes clearer and more defined, the echoes dissipating. Soon enough, a transparent ghost appears in front of Evan, hovering over the stairs. He is a tall man, about 6-4. He has blonde hair cut short, and he wears a neat suit, complete with a tie and a pocket watch. "Where is she?," the man asks of Evan, looking grief stricken. "Where is Isabelle?"
Evan stops in his tracks as he continues on his way to the kitchen, to get some food for himself. "Isabelle?" he asks the ghost, apparently not even bothered by that fact that there's a spirit, or a ghost, whatever it defines itself as in front of him. "Don't know any Isabelle," he replies, thinking for a moment, before continuing on his way. "I'm hungry though," he adds, talking to the ghost as he walks further into the dorms, towards the kitchen. "And I'm gonna eat, and I guess you're welcome to join me, though I don't think you can eat, can you?"
The ghost, being a ghost has no corporial form. And so Evan is rather able to walk directly through it, without any trouble. though as he does so, an icy feeling takes over his whole body. It is as if a bucket of ice cold water, from the depths of the sea had just been dumped over top his head to run down his body. The spirit however it seems, is rather unamused by Evan's tactics. "Where is Isabelle!," the man exclaims, seeming to anger at Evan's tactics. "You cannot ignore me!" And from behind, there is a shove from the ghost. And the same icy feeling almost mind numbing courses through Evan's body. And he does it over and over again, till Evan either halts, or by his violent actions is brought down to his knees. "Where is she!," he exclaims once more, clearly furious at being ignored.
Perhaps just casually ignoring the spirit wasn't the smartest of ideas, because Evan does get shoved, stumbling forward just a little bit. It wasn't completely expected, and he sort of loses his balance for a moment, before regaining and just moving on through, and down the stairs further. One of those angry angry shoves gets him at the worst time in his step downstairs and Evan just falls the rest of the way with a loud sets of crashing that results in a 'crash' at the bottom of the stairs. "MOTHERFUCKER!" he shouts, probably loud enough to echo throughout the halls of the dorms. He lays on the bottom of the stairs, dazed for a bit, and groans.
Fortunately though Evan lands with a crash, he is relatively uninjured. Given he was already part of the way down the staircase. So whilst the fall may have been unpleasant, it does no actual damage to the man. Unfortunately, the ghost has zero empathy for Evan's troubles, as he floats down the stairs after the man. "Where is she!," he exclaims again. 'You took her I want her back!" And then the ghost begins to scream. This is not a normal scream that one hears on a day to day. This is not just someone screaming out of terror anger or any other reason. This is a scream to defeat all screams. Though it isn't particularly high pitched, it is ear breakingly loud. Loud enough to rattle the vase of lillies that sit at the top of the stairs. Loud enough to rattle the doors that lead off the hallway. Loud enough even, to break a few of the mirrors that have been mounted on the wall. Just out of sheer volume. The scream continues for a good minute, and as the man screams, he continues to bear down upon Evan. His hand shoving the man over and over again. Each shove as before, causing ice, so cold that it almost burns to course through the man's body."
Evan blinks himself out of his gaze, and with no real combat experience, or dealing with trauma he doesn't even check himself. Doesn't really pat anything to see if it's broken, he attempts to sit up but that mirror-shattering scream as him scrambling to cover his ears, clamping hands over them. "Yo," he yells, trying to be heard over the screams, but then he's shoved back, over and over and over again, the sensation of the touch coursing through him. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHO THAT IS!" he manages to yell at. "I DON'T KNOW ANY FUCKING ISABELLE, DUDE."
Fortunately for Evan, the ghost's touch while extremely unpleasant and while it can be debilitating, leaves no actual physical marks on the man. "Yes, yes you do!," the ghost insists angrily, though mercifully he stops his super sonic screaming to reply back to Evan. "You do! You took her! I want to know where she is! What did you do with Isabelle? Tell me the truth! Why did you take her?"
Evan puts his hands up in front of him, in a defensive sort of posture, trying to ward the ghost away from himself. "I don't know what you think I did," he says now, "But seriously, I didn't do shit, and I don't know who Isabelle is," he states again, trying to stand his ground in really driving that point home.
Fortunately for Evan, the ghost has stopped shoving him for the present. Though fury still burns in his eyes. 'You do know who she is, you took her! She's my daughter. I want her back. If you didn't take her, then where did she go?""
Evan lifts a hand, rubbing it over his face. "Why do you think it was me?" Evan asks shortly, "I've been in my room upstairs after meeting with a friend," he keeps one hand in front of him in that warding, defensive posture. "I'm telling you the truth, bro."
"Because," the ghost replies, crossing his arms. Standing there like that, were the ghost not eerily floating before Evan, with his suit and tie, he could pass for a college professor. Especially with his arms crossed as they are. "I was chasing after her, and then I was here. So that must mean you took her. Where is she?," the ghost asks for the umpteenth time. 'If it isn't you, then why am I here?," he asks, accentuating the word I."
"I don't know, dude," Evan replies, lifting a hand to rub his chest, prodding now to make sure nothing is broken there. He's probably bruised a little bit, but overall he'll be okay in the grand scheme of things. "Maybe you got lost or some shit?" He gestures towards the fairly open space of the dorm, "You're welcome to look around," he says. "It's not my place, I don't own it, but there's no Isabelle here."
The ghost lets out an angry puff of air, and by the furious look on his face, it looks like he might scream again, but he controls it. "then you will help me find her!," he says rather forcibily. Though him just being a ghost, can't exactly grab Evan, he tries anyways, though of course his hand goes straight through. Even still, that same icy feeling courses through Evan's body with the ghost's touch. "She is only sixteen! You will help me find her," he demands. "or I will tear this whole building apart, till you help me."
Evan gets up now, "Alright, sure," he says to the ghost. "We can look, but there's really not that many places to look around." He mentions idly, standing up and dusting himself off.
"You took her, you have to find her," The ghost says, as he followsa fter Evan. "She's only sixteen. We had a fight. I have to make things up with her. But I'm here now, and that means she must be too. We must find her."
Evan moves off further into the the dorms, leading the ghost along. "Alright," he says, "We can start looking, but," he explains over his shoulder, "What'd you fight about? Mind telling me?"
The ghost sighs a deep and sad sigh at Evan's question. "She was angry at me," the ghost admits, looking down. "She was dating someone I didn't approve of. The usual Father daughter fight. But..." the ghost shakes his head. "He was bad for her. He was trying to cut her off from her friends. She told me about how upset he got, whenever she went for a girls' night out to the movies or something. I told her, that she should break it off with him. She didn't want to, and I didn't push... at first." The two continue down the hallway, the ghost not minding the shattered glass as he floats over it. "But things started getting worse. I told her that she wasn't allowed to see him anymore. She got upset and ran out the house. I was chasing her, and now I'm here. You brought her here, and I still don't know why," the ghost says, his sadness turning to anger once more.
Evan listens to the story the ghost tells him, showing him the kitchen, the room that's just weirdly under the staircase, whereever it's around. There's no girl here, and particularly none named Isabelle. "Ah," he says when the story finishes. "That's.." he frowns, "Not good. But it happens as parent I guess," he exhales finding really nowhere to show the ghost. "Look man," he says to him. "You're a ghost," he mentions, as if that wasn't clear. "You're dead," he continues on. "Or whatever the hell you are, dead, not dead, half-alive? I don't really know, but this sounds like it probably happened a while ago, I don't think you're going to find her here," he says, turning around and pausing to look the ghost in the eyes. "I think you just need some sort of validation that you didn't do anything wrong," Evan lets out a little breath, exhaling. "I'm not a parent, I can't say for sure, but it sounds like you were just doing what you thought was best for her. It's not your fault."
"Yes, yes it was," the ghost replies to Evan. "She was running away from me, and now I can't find her. It's all my fault. We have to find her," he tells Evan, almost desperately this time. Though before Evan can respond, there is another gush of wind. It is a warm one this time, though no les stronger than the one that had brought this particular ghost. "Dad Dad," this time a female voice, distant and echoing. though just as before, with each passing second, the voice grows clearer, and in a blink of an eye a female ghost appears before Evan, standing next to the ghost of the man. This ghost bears a striking resemblance to the man, it is clear they are father and daughter. though she bears long auburn locks, that cascades down to the middle of her back, rather than the blonde of the male. "Dad, come on, what are you doing here?" she asks of the man. The father turns to look at his daughter, realization in his eyes. "isabelle," he half whispers. And there is a look in his eyes, a look of memories returning to him. "You died," he tells her. "You died, and it's my fault," he says, looking as if he might break down. "No Dad," the daughter says, more firmly. "It was an accident. I wasn't looking. You were chasing after me, and I was mad. I pulled out without looking, and it was just an accident." "But you're not supposed to be here," the father responds. "You died before your time, and it's my fault." The daughter just looks sadly at her father. "Yeah, and you died before your time too. Now come on, it's time to go." It is only then, that the ghost we now know as Isabelle notices Evan. "I'm sorry," she apologizes. "My Dad..." a pause as she tries to explain. "I got in a car accident. I was pulling out of our driveway, going a break neck speed. I was angry. He didn't want me to see Rick. And he was right. Though I didn't know it then. But... there was a car passing by, and there was an accident. I died, and my father never forgave himself. Our mother died when I was very young, and so it was always him and I. And well... you can imagine what it did to him, when I died in front of his eyes." She doesn't say specifically, what her father must have done, but the result is evident, given the dad is a ghost. "And he's never been able to let it go. So every year on my birthday, he relives it. He roams trying to find me. He forgets for a minute, the past, and everything. I don't know if he'll ever be able to let it go." The father ghost while Isabella talks, just nods, and looks grief stricken and sad. "Come on Dad, it's time we go," she tells him. The two link arms and slowly dissipate, and it isn't long before the mundane quiet surrounds Evan once more.