ＧＨＯＳＴ {Not Acceping, Sorry}

[Sir Yizzle]

Name: Parker Jones
Age: Nine
Gender: Male
Species: (Human or ghost): Ghost
Object or Place Attached To (If Ghost): His Teddy Bear, Marcus, who is on display at a Children's museum in a glass enclosure in honor of Parker's young death, and his school, GT Elementary.
Looks:

Other: His father was in a drunken state one night and killed both his sons, and when realizing what he'd done, blamed it on the neighbors, who were thrown in jail, and is still 'innocent' to this day. Parker remains in Limbo, trying desperately to right the wrong his father created.

Name: Pierce Jones
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Species: (Human or ghost) Ghost
Object or Place Attached To (If Ghost): The Junior High basketball court.
Looks:

Other: Like his brother, he is stuck in limbo trying to prove that his father was the one who killed both of them, and spends many nights with his younger brother, trying to comfort him.

[Marballo]

Amira walked over to the playground. There were usually a few ghosts there. She kept looking, with a skip in her step. She could always practice. She walked over to the big tree she used to climb. She sighed at the memory before crouching down, and pulling a small notebook out from under the roots. She used to come here to write. She pulled out a dull pencil, and concentrated hard on holding it. It was hard to keep her hands from going through things. She scribbled down a message before she dropped the pencil and notebook. She ripped out the paper, and pushed the little notebook and pencil under the roots. She was already exhausted. I'm there for you Laili. ~Amira The note read. She's been trying to communicate with her sister, but it was hard. Yet Laili had always believed in ghosts, so it made things easier. She stuffed the note in her pocket, and walked off, in search of more ghosts.

[Sadies]

{ Sir Yizzle - accepted }

{*Blue_River* - I have Trent a human? :3 }

[Marballo]

((Cool! I have Amira, a ghost, and Laili, a human.))

[Sadies]

((Okay :) ))

Trent walked along the street with his head hidden beneath a grey hoodie. He looked at the floor as he walked, music pumping in his ears. He came to a stop down an alley and pulled out a cigarette and began smoking. Trent was the bad boy type, sent into care at the age of eleven, he didn't respect his foster parents and they didn't approve of him or his habbits.

[Sir Yizzle]

Parker and Pierce were walking in the park, Pierce was pushing Parker on the swing, which seemed to be moving be itself.

[Marballo]

Amira walked by when she noticed a boy smoking. Ever since she was killed, she realized all of the dangers around, and how fragile human life can be. "Ew." he whispered. But she turned around to see a boy pushing a younger one on the swing. Ghosts. They died this young? She walked over. "Hey." She called.

[Sir Yizzle]

"Hello," said Pierce passively, nodding to the other ghost. He didn't really like talking to people, or ghosts, especially if they were old than him. Well, technically he was older, since he'd died nearly twenty years ago, along with his brother. Their parents had been teens when Pierce was born, only fifteen, then twenty one when Parker had been born. His father was fifty years old now, but still looked in his prime. Parker, on the other hand, was eager for communication with people other than his brother. Never mind he adored his older brother, but only hanging around one person got a bit dull after a while. He sprung off of the swing when it was at it's highest point, floating down gracefully.
"Hiya!" he said excitedly, when he was alive, he'd had ADHD, so he was very hyper. "I'm Parker I'm nine, and that's my big brother Pierce, he's thirteen! Who are you? When did you die? How did you die? You're hairs pretty! Do you have a little sister? I'm the youngest? What's your name? How old are you? Whaddiya doin' in the park? Do you like cheese? I used to love cheese! What's your favorite animal? I like foxes-"
"Slow down, bud," said Pierce, chuckling to himself as he put at hand on his bouncing brother's shoulder. "She's not going to disappear, you can talk slowly." He shot an apologetic glance at Amira. "Sorry, he had ADHD when we were, y'know, alive."

[Marballo]

"No, it's fine." Amira laughed at the little boy, and sat down on the swing next to them. " Let's see if I can answer all of that... I'm Amira, and I died in a car crash about a year ago, and yes, I have a little sister. Laili. And thank you! Oh, and yes. Cheese is delicious." Amira tried to answer all the questions, and smiled quite a bit. She hadn't been able to talk to anyone in a while, especially some one so young.

[reasonable.]

Winter stood up from the couch, her head buzzing in confusion. "Your.. Dead? B-but how!" She lost he words and put her hands to her head, trying to calm her nerves.