Imaginary Friends [Lynnette]

[Sebasian Darcy]

The spirit that had once upon a time been Sebastian Darcy looked down at his hand. Hm. Misty. More or less completely clear. Actually, he rather looked as if he had nothing to him but a vague boarder, like a stick-figure darn in gestures and light pencil outlines. He felt insubstantial and light-headed; it was not at all unlike the feeling one had when one had gone so long between meals that one’s appetite completely disappeared. (Which was a silly thing indeed, as it had been several years since he had last eaten anything in the first place.) It was as though he were not even solidly there.

He suddenly remembered that he wasn’t. ’That’s right,’ he thought with a miserable sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, ’I died.’ On a rare occasion, he forgot. It was never particularly pleasant to be reminded. Clear outlines of lips frowned, and his stomach (or the remembrance of his stomach) preformed a few choice somersaults. He missed being alive some times. He really, really did.

It was such a very lonesome thing. Being dead. It was turning out to be such a massive disappointment. He had made an awful lot of assumptions when he’d been alive, and now that they were being dashed one by one, he felt himself feeling almost worse than he had while he still breathed.

Not physically worse. That wasn’t possible. He’d been always hurting in one place or another while he was alive. If it wasn’t on the outside, suffering from bruises and dents and scrapes, than it was on the inside, from lungs filled with fluid or a fever boiling within his head. But mentally, it hurt as much if not more. At least when he was alive he always had the hope (what he assumed to be a promise) of seeing his parents again one day. An end to pain and an end to sadness. He would go on to Heaven, and everything would be wonderful, all of his suffering forgotten.

Apparently that was not how it worked. Sebastian never got to go on to Heaven or Hell or anything. He was stuck here in an empty graveyard. It got so lonely after a while, being the only ghost. It drove him to wander.

He never went far. He was afraid of what might happen were he to go too far. And he wasn’t sure where the line of ‘too far’ was. So he had to be careful. Never leave the orphanage, stay close to the ground.

On this day, he was sticking, if not in the bone’s garden, than at least near it, in the yard with the flowers. He liked it there in life, even if the pollen of the flowers did bring about his coughing fits as often as not. And now they didn’t bother him at all!

So, on a bright and pleasant day in the warm mid-morning, the outline of Sebastian floated around the wildflowers, smiling at them, imagining how the sun would feel if it did not move right through him, and wishing he could smell the roses for which he stopped.

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette laughed manically. It was a good day. There was sun and heat and it felt all nice. It had been a change of pace beyond the dreary overcast that seemed to have taken over London. Dressing in her familiar black dress, she looked at herself in her cracked mirror. Beautiful as always. Lynnette laughed and looked at Alice. Like she was getting a compliment? Kissing the doll on the forehead, she decided that she was going to keep from bringing the doll with her today. Well rather outside of her room. People yelling at her for carrying the doll with her all the time had annoyed her. "I will be back Alice. Do not have too much fun without me. I will have things to tell you when I get back," she smiled brightly before skipping off.

There were a couple of derelict kids walking down the common hall as she headed to the garden. Their looks no different than they were before. Hateful in annoyance at her. What has she done? She has kept to herself, yet she is yelled at. She pouted softly as she walked into the sun, it's rays hitting her pale skin as she walked further outside. No! Get out of the sun! It hurts! The voices in her head yelled. "I will not leave! It is beautiful out here. Not my fault you cannot handle the sun," she remarked in an aggravated tone, her accent more heavy than it had been in a long while.

Huffing and folding her arms across her chest, she walked through the garden, flowers hitting her legs and feet as she walked. She wondered what she would find today. There were always fin things she found looking around the place. Blinking a few times she picked a few flowers, roses to be exact, and stuck them in her hair. Look over there. It is a little boy. He is a spirit. Lynnette giggled and watched the little form float around. "Nope. He is in my mind," she concluded confidently before skipping over to the boy.

He was adorable, as far as she could tell. He was rather hard to see, but she still stood there with a smile. Her head was cocked to the side curiously. What was he doing? If he was just something in her head, why would he just be out here? He is not in your head you dimwit. He is an actual spirit. She blinked a few times before talking. "Why are you out here little boy? Should you not be in my head?" she asked as if her thoughts had gotten away from her and here he was floating in front of her, taunting her in some way.

[Sebasian Darcy]

He looked up sharpy as the girl approached. He'd felt her the moment she noticed him. After becoming so used to people literally looking right through him, Sebastian had a hightened sense of when he was being watched. She triggered it with a single glance, making him shiver, the back of his neck tickling unpleasantly.

As soon as he looked at her he knew she knew he as there. There was no denying it- it was quite obvious. Equally obvious was the feeling that this young lady was not quite... well... just not quite. Sebastian couldnkt stand to think anything rude about anyone. And crazy was a rather impolite word.

No point in acting shocked that she saw him. There was somyhig about her (probably the craziness) that made him certian she wouldn't find seeing a ghost strange in the least. Unless she dint realize he was a ghost.

...How was a prson meant to reply to that?

"Well, I um-" he stammered awkwardly, "Im not in your head because there isn't enough room? And its... its too nice of a day to be inside?"

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette watched the little incorporeal boy. He looked as if he should be in her head, yet here he was, floating around in the day. He is not in your head. He is a ghost. Lynnette narrowed her eyes and looked over the boy again, walking around in a circle around the boy to get a better view. "He can't be. He doesn't have the right... feel to be one," she whispered to herself, stopping in front of the boys face again.

A cute smile crossed her lips as he answered as to why he was not in her head. There really was not enough room, yet more things seemed to get pushed into her mind. And it was a nice day. Why stay inside if you can simply roam out in the light that did not come all that often? His answer was suffice for now. She will let her little imaginary friend roam as long as he needed. Maybe.

You actually think he is an imaginary being? You truly are stupid. Lynnette kept a smile on her face ignoring the voices comments. She was sure he was a little friend and not a ghost. Not like she had not seen ghosts before, but they always seemed to be shown when no one is around. like normal. And when she would point out that there was a ghost in her mind around other, they would just tell her that she was imagining things. Like usual. "What did you intend to do out here little boy?" she question, rather interested as to why her imaginary friend left her mind just to be out here.

[Sebasian Darcy]

When she spoke, he opened his mouth, prepared to reply- only to find that her words were not directed towards him. He closed his mouth again, feeling stupid and more than a little disconcernted.

Was she talking to herself? He glanced furitively around, checking if there was another person here he had missed. Nope. She was talking to herself. She was definetly talking to herself. How awkward.

He leaned back a little as she drew nearer, purely out of learned reflex. But her smile brought him smiling nervously back. At least she didn't seem too much of a violent sort of angry. That wouldn't be very pleasent at all.

And then she spoke again. This time, much to Sebastian's relief, to him. His smile broadened a touch. "I'm not really intending to do much of anything, to tell the truth... Just enjoy the day, I suppose." He laughed a little, a misty sounding thing, like muted bells, "I need a purpose to have a nice day?"

He tilted his head to one side as something occured to him: "I'm sorry, we haven't been properly introduced yet." He extended a hand, knowing full well that her hand would not be able to close over it, but would feeel only an odd sort of thickness in the air, almost like a floating liquid, "I'm Sebastian Darcy. It's lovely to meet you, Miss-?" He left the end hanging for her.

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette looked at the boy. She could tell she was making him awkward. Not unusual. She normally did. Talking with people who were not there about the person in front of her always seemed to make them feel awkward, let alone the fact that she is talking to something that was not even there in the first place. Look, you should just stay inside. You make yourself awkward and wrong. You should stay away from people, cause you are a blemish in our society. Lynnette shook her head gently as she looked at the floating boy. "You do not need a purpose, only that you are simply enjoying the time out," she smiled.

It was interesting to see the boy, If he was in her head, then why had she not seen him before? Why did she not know his name? He introduced himself as Sebastian Darcy. Not familiar. Giggling, she held her hand out as well, shaking the little incorporeal hand as well as one who could not touch a floating being could. "Pleasure Sebastian, I am Lynnette Chevalier."

It felt so odd. Saying her name like that to someone felt odd. Rarely did anyone ever ask. Either they already knew, or they just did not care what her name was. She understood why. Why would someone want to know a girl who talked to herself? It was not her fault exactly, that she was the way she was. It was all the experiences she had that led to her being crazy and having a bad case of psychosis that was hard to treat. Sure she was crazy, but hardly was she ever violent. She found no point unless the person needed to be hurt. Which surprisingly, was a lot, but she never did anything about it. Most people stayed away from her when she was violent. "Did you have plans today?" she asked, curious about what the little boy wanted to do that day.

Why do you care? This boy is not going to like you. Why would someone like a crazy girl who talks to herself? Lynnette looked up at the bright sky and closed her eyes. "You know it never hurts to try," she smiled and looked back down to the little boy.

[Sebasian Darcy]

Sebastian smiled kindly. "Yes.. it's very good to enjoy nice days," he said, nodding his clear head in gentle earnest. Maybe she was not quite so insane as he had snapped to decide? She did look rather dreamy and off. But then again, anyone who was willingly and eagerly conversing with a ghost had to be at least a tiny bit more or less than strictly normal. At least she was capable of making polite and relevant comments.

It was surprising how much one could grow to miss small-talk when one is deprived of it.

He shook- or attempted to shake via keeping pace with her motions, as if they really had their hands clasped- her hand for a polite moment. "Miss Chevalier, then," he said, "I can't tell you how nice it is to meet you." He really couldn't. It wasn't something anyone alive- no matter how ostracized or lonesome- could ever hope to understand. And they ought not hope at all. It wasn't something Sebastian would ever wish upon anybody.

"I don't really have any plans. I'm unaccustomed to having plans, to tell you the truth," he admitted honestly, "But if you're not busy, I'd be glad to accompany you for a while?"