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"hi, welcome to the block! everyone knows everyone h
ere, we're an ... odd bunch, i guess you could say. so l
et me tell you about everyone-" ---------------------------
"so you don't die," a voice calls out from the darkness. th
e original person looks at their watch nervously. "... oh
is that the time? well i best be going, if you do have -
any questions do come and visit us upstairs!"-----------
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𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 ─ four young adults are new to the neighbourhood,
surprised by the cheap listing of a reasonably nice-lookin
g block of flats, they decide to apply. immediately upon-
stepping on the threshold, they feel a sudden chill. the f
lats themselves are relatively well maintained and mode
rn looking so the four decide to stay despite the odd atm
osphere. the first few nights are normal until the four be
gin to have nightmares. these nightmares are their neigh
bours introducing themselves - the four live with ghosts!
the ghosts themselves have assigned themselves to one o
f the four - fascinated by them. will the four make frien-
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𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎 ─ 𝘖𝘕𝘌 follow cs rules please 𝘛𝘞𝘖 age range is 19
to 25 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 any ethnicities are welcome, discrimination
will not be tolerated 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘙 two characters maximum, on
e human and one ghost - ghost cannot be pair with your-
human 𝘍𝘐𝘝𝘌 pm all reserves - last 72 hours. discord = pm
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── 𝙉𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙃𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙉 ──
the ghosts that haunt the block of flats. their souls tied t
o this earth for strange reasons. restless souls unable to-
traverse into the afterlife, they remain fixed to the build
ing. they only communicate with the two who live in the
penthouse and the human they've chosen. ------------------

seul-hyun 'malarkey' hong - twenty-one - mtuan,
the poltergeist and most powerful of all the ghosts. they-
are responsible for the loud knocking sounds and flickeri-
ng lights. they've been in the block the longest and so ar-
e the most restless soul. do not ask how they died. -------
they have chosen human one.

daphne - twenty-five - gap
the interactive personality, they omit a perfume like sce-
nt and are the least aggressive of all the ghosts. they oft
en try and stop the others from harming their humans. --
their human reminds them of a family member -----------
they have chosen human two.

min-jae 'jace' lee - twenty-five - mtuan,
the shadow person, often seen in the corner of your eye,
they vanish when you turn to see them. if you do look up
on them, they resemble a dark silhouette. they will only
show their true form to their human through dreams. ---
they have chosen human three.

akihiko 'achilles' kaiba - twenty-three - striatum.
the doppleoppelgänger, capable of projecting themselves
in several places at once. they can also take the form of-
another. they are fond of taking the form of the loved on
e of the human they formed an attachment with. ---------
they have chosen human four.
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── 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝙃𝙐𝙈𝘼𝙉 ──
these two residents have been living here for quite some
time. they live together in the penthouse suite and keep
some interesting company. there is something slightly od
d about these two - they have psychic abilities including
mediumship (ability to communicate with spirits). -------

caspian 'casper' ange - nineteen - striatum.
they have abilities of psychometry and are the kinder on-
e of the two psychics. seek them out if you need help ---

minera kal - twent-one - apollian
they have precognition abilities and are more of a loner.
they prefer the ghosts to humans and its plain to see. --
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these four all know each other from university and decid
ed to live together in the 'haunted block' ------------------

timothy jackson - twenty - tired-tremere
the comic relief/jokester of the group, they aim to pleas
e everyone and keep up morale as best they can. ---------

jude cope - twenty-two - flota flota
the confident leader, they were a jock in high school and
you can tell. they are a sort of lovable rogue. -------------

saerom 'simone' kim - nineteen - jaevibes
they joined the group the latest, they are the youngest a
nd the least mature. they rely on the others a lot. -------

name - age - aquiver
the parent of the group, they've always been the most re
sponsible of the group. they give the best advice. --------
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xxxxxxxxxxxxx𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 ─ caspian ange. xx𝘈𝘎𝘌 ─ nineteen. xx𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘌 ─ psychometric. xx𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘚 ─ the humans and minerva.
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xxxxpeople talk of cities as 'full' and 'cramped' that they don’t want to live in because they’re too noisy and smelly and crow
ded. but caspian never saw it like that. there are plenty of places in the depths of the city that are empty and flush with ne
gative space. the hearts, belly and insides, the 'bad' neighbourhoods where rats don't even settle. the abandoned warehouse
s with only dead bodies of metal beams and the occasional 'diabetic' needle. alleyways that are so dark they scare even the-
shadiest of men. there are empty places in the city, but there's usually good reason for it. reasons you don't wish to find out

xxxxcasper was just returning home from his job at the cafe. usually someone of his age would have been at university but l
ets just say casper wasn't like most people his age. university is a place where he could come into contact with a many num
ber of objects that had a history to them. well, there's that and the fact he can hear dead people and sometime's see them
if his psychic energy is particularly strong that day. the brunette's soft face contrasted the deserted street with lamps that -
had blown bulbs and cars that sat on pavements left to die and gather rust. he'd learned to remain expressionless whilst wal
king home along these dreary streets. he had his headphones one and was listening to some mediocre indie-pop band when-
a figure caught his eye. he knew to never stop for anyone in most parts of the city, but he recognised this figure.

xxxxthe boy pulled the headphones off his ears and let them settle around his neck as the older women in a plain white dre
ss and grey cardigan stared directly at him. her face was blank and mouth slightly parted as if she had something to say. he
r body was tense. "mrs hargreeves, are you okay?"
"son, i don't understand why a lovely boy like you lives in that block. there's something off about it i tell you." she spo-
ke, pointing in the direction of the place where he resided. caspian smiled softly, "i'm perfectly safe there, i promise." be
fore continuing down the end of the street to where the block of flats was. mrs hargreeves was one of the regulars at the c
afe and often asked for caspian to sit and accompany her as she drank her tea and ate her scone. she was the person he lo-
oked forward to every day as she allowed him to have time off his feet serving the busy men and women of the city. she ma
de him feel human.

xxxxtoday was the day that the new residents were moving into the block. he'd seen the landlord running around trying to -
make the dingy place look even mildly habitable. the only place in the block that looked like it was lived in was the pentho
use he shared with his oldest friend and fellow 'freak' minerva. he was hoping that these residents would stay at least a mo
nth, they usually don't make it past two weeks what with the odd things that go on. that's why the two ensured that they g
ave any newbies the rundown on how things are in the block. caspian also made a beautiful colour coded manual full of rul
es on how best to survive your stay but no one to this day has actually wanted to read it.

xxxxsighing, the boy input the code that allowed him into the building and paused in front of the lift. the chill was particul
arly strong today. guess the unwanted visitors were aware that the new residents were coming and were planning to give t-
hem the best welcome they're able of giving. casper pressed the button and watched as the lift doors opened, slower than-
they should for you to feel confident that you weren't going to get stuck in the ascent. he stepped in and the lights flickere
d. sighing once again he pressed the button that would take him to the penthouse and with a jolt, the lift began ascending
the levels of the old building. as the doors jolted open violently, casper's eyes fell upon the door to his home. looking arou-
nd to see if he had any company.

xxxxsatisfied that he was in fact alone, he touched his hand on the door taking in psychic energy from the building itself. h
is eyes becoming the light grey colour they do when he sees visions of people's pasts. he was trying to see if he could pinpo
int certain 'residents' (if you can even call them that). his head turns dramatically as his body tells him he is no longer alon
e, his eyes returning to their natural colour. footsteps could be heard down the corridor, must be the landlord. caspian was
correct as soon he was face to face with the man. "so the new people are moving in today, i was wondering if you could
form a sorting of welcoming committee with your friend. just to help them settle in."
"well i certainly can, but i'm not sure that's minerva's type of thing. the younger male responded when the sound of a te
lephone filled the corridor. "that must be them!" the landlord called before disappearing off in a hurry. caspian nodded an
d turned to the door once more, opening it this time and disappearing into his home.

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『 JUDE COPE 』
age/ 22.
at/ penthouse door.
tags/ Casper
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copeSwimming is spelt r-e-b-i-r-t-h in Jude's dictionary. The warmth surrounds him in a welcoming embrace, an embrace close to a death grip, even if it feels otherwise. This is life, it says, out there you will find death, it says, you are mine now, no, not now, always, you will leave, but you will return. Jude cuts through the water again and again, sliding from one pool end to the other. He keeps moving or else he will die. Just like in real life. He keeps working or else he will die. But this movement, how exquisite it is! He feels he can do as he pleases with the water, yet it is the physics of it who do as they please with him. Do as I say, says his liquid dominating lover, disobedience spells death for you. Who could have known Jude would find such freedom in such a rule-limited environment? However, it is chosen subjugation, and that is where all his comfort is rooted, that he has chosen this watery trap.

copeYet it must come to an end. Jude pushes himself out of the water. He never takes the ladder. The ladder is the easy way out - but going back to the real world is far from easy, and to him, that pitiful physical aid is no aid at all. No, he must birth himself out into the cold, and that is where the mindful fantasy ends, and reality starts, and he wants to shy away from it. The cold tiles shock him, as they do every time. There is no getting used to them. He grabs for his stuff and leaves the pool behind without looking back. He barely showers or dries his hair, he likes the smell of chlorine on him, like a lingering lover's kiss. Reluctantly, he rides his bike to his next appointment.

copeOn his way there, future duties assault his mind. Since he moved, he did not really make time for sorting out his boxes. So far, he has been only taking out what he needed and then leaving it about, so his room is a proper mess. Then, there is also his job. The never ending stocktaking, depreciation calculating. Jude can do it alright, but it is just so monotonous, it truly cannot get any duller. And then... applying for swimming competitions and preparing himself for them. His reason for living, more or less, but he struggles to find the time to do it.

copeBack home, facing the block of flats, he hardly feels like it is home, but at least, it is his. At least his dad is far away and can only bother him through calls and messages and e-mails and heck, he would even send out faxes if he could. But oh well. Jude half-excuses him, trying to convince himself that it is his father's attempt to make up for the lack of a mother in his life. One parent, as it is, is more than enough. Jude leaves his bike by the back door and enters. A chill hits him, like air conditioner left on for too long in a doctor's office. It is gone as soon as it came. These chills seem to happen increasingly often.

copeAnyway, again, lifts are the easy way in. Back door + emergency stairs are a more suitable combo for Jude (and he must fight the cold in some way). After having climbed the stairs in a rush and missed every other step, and having biked all the way from the gym, his outfit sticks to him. His dark jeans, white shirt and bright turquoise hoodie - it is all damp. All his clothes are everdamp; he exercises in them, leaves them in his mouldy sports bag next to his swimsuit, he wears them under the rain, and when they are clean off the washing machine, he never dries them properly. Jude ignores just how sweaty he looks and smells, and he's used to chlorine, so he would believe there is but a faint aroma around him. In fact, when he draws near to the penthouse and rings the doorbell, worried he might be late, it is more like the impersonation of a friendly swimming pool -a somewhat stagnant one- made an apparition.