**The Lighthouse Beckons- Human/Paranormal Rp-Open**

[imaginationmaster]

As of now it looks like the role play will have some hard core ghost interactions. However, please make sure to lead into the discovery of these ghosts. Also, I am considering a rule change; that everyone can have 3 characters is they want to, that way we could have some actual people playing ghosts as well.

[mishka.]

{May I reserves ghost then?}

[theia]

Okay. I'm gonna make a ghost if that's okay.))

[imaginationmaster]

Perfectly fine, I will update the front page with the new rule. We can start the rp shortly.

[imaginationmaster]

Bump (we shall be starting sometime this week, sorry I have just been very busy lately)

[imaginationmaster]

Just a note, the role play will start tomorrow. (October 1)

[mishka.]

{okay! thank you. I will turn in the form for my ghost, hopefully by then. I won't get a chance to post until after school, however and I'm afraid only for a matter of time since I have to be somewhere tomorrow for awhile. I may not get much posting in, but I will try my best.}

[imaginationmaster]

(Okay, here we go. I am so sorry how long this has taken, I have just been very busy lately.)
Laura Rider turned round the corner, balancing on her heel. Her long blond hair was tucked behind a moss green beanie, and she carried a large umbrella to shield her from the rain. Reaching out her hand she watched as a sheet of water droplets bounced about her palm. Grinning, she flicked her fingers; releasing them. The village of Yonder Cove was all but new to Laura, as she had only been in town for a total of four hours. Sighing, she gazed down the main street. Back in the suburbs the streets were over twice as long as this one, and Laura couldn't help but feeling disapointed as she glanced at the small bare trees lining the square. It was mid October and the young woman longed to see the fall leaves' fiery hues, but very few trees in Yonder Cove ever changed. Picking up the pace, as the rain's force began to grow, Laura headed into a small real estate office on the street.
The shop bell jingled as she opened and closed the door and Laura left her wet umbrella, folded up by the door. "Hello,'' she said, greeting an old woman sitting at the entrance desk. "My name is Laura Rider." The old woman adjusted her glasses and took searching through a pile of file folders. "Ah, here we go," the announced holding up a folder, "Laura Rider, welcome to Yonder Cove. Here is your key and a note from the home's previous owner." The woman handed over the supplies and Laura thanked her, turning back to leave. "Have a nice day Ms. Matters."
"You as well dear," the woman called out.

[imaginationmaster]

Bump

[mishka.]

M C K E N N A | J E B S O N
The Lost One
Senescence 19 | Gender Girl | Relationship Status Single | Echelon Born in Britain, she is new to town | Métier Will soon get a job at the Library | Place ... | Tagged Open

McKenna eased her foot on the brake as she came to a red stoplight, her old pickup whinning and squeaking. She didn't cringed, already being used to it, but her dog, Deno, sitting beside her, began to bark his head off. Kenna quieted him and rested her elbow in the open window, her head restng in her hand. She could feel the cool autumn hair as it chilled her bare arm.
She heard a small bang against medal and instinctively looked up in the rear view mirror. Hitched to the back of her old pickup, a small trailer followed. She carried her horse FeatherTail Paintings in the pack and she seemed to still be getting used to being cooped up. She sighed and looked out the window again, watching as people passing across the street heading to their lives on the other side. Kenna pulled into a parking lot to a small building, she assumed was some sort of inn.
Kenna carefully parked and crawled out of the car, checking I her horse before she headed inside.She found a woman at the desk and slowly walked up to her, juggling her keys between her hands from slight nervousness. "Um, excuse me, but do you know where I can find Kadin Jebson?" The woman nodded and told her the directions to where his 'stable' was and that he may be att he café or down at the docks at this time of day. Kenna smiled a thanks before she walked out, but found it strange that it seemed that the woman was suspicious of her presence. Maybe this town didn't get many visitors.
Kenna shrugged and climbed back in her truck and headed to her cousin's farm.


K A D I N | J E B S O N
The Kind Hearted
Age 22 | Gender Boy | Relationship Status Single | Echelon Long Term Resident {Since he was a child} | Métier Owns a stable and occasional works down at the docks | Place The Cafè | Tagged Open

Kadin smiled at the familiar sound of a bell and shades hitting the door as it opened and closed behind her. He took a seat on one of the vinyl stools at the counter. He picked up a menu and studied it intently as though he were trying to decide what to get. After being able to talk to a few of the friendly waitresses that he knew growing up, he settled on some pancakes and a slice of pie.
One woman came up to him and poured him a glass of lemonade. She seemed to be roughly in her forties and had a kind smile as always. "Good day Mrs. Castella. How's John doing?"
The woman shrugged and her smile seemed to sink a bit. "He's as sick as ever, but... It's a good day today. How's it going with you?"
"Oh, you know, the usual quiet town life with the few boarded horses I have." Kadin shrugged and took a drink of the lovely lemonade. The two conversed a bit more before the woman had to get back to work.