Two people in 7 genres: Theo and Emira. Canadiana (I'm a Canadian guys trust me on this one) (240) The bell rings, signifying one hour of freedom before our next class. I'm up and out of my seat in an instant, ready to meet Theo by his locker. It takes me a while to navigate the crowded halls, but I get there before he does. "Hey Em," he says, walking up next to me, and begins to fiddle with the lock. "Hi, Timmys today?" I ask, watching in amusement as he struggles. "Sure," he replies, finally opening his locker and stuffing his bag inside. He rummages for a second and takes out his wallet, which he then shoves in his pocket. Just before he closes it again, I stop him. "Can I put my stuff in there?" I ask. He sighs dramatically. "My locker is on the other side of the school," I whine. "Just for lunch?" He doesn't respond, but gestures for me to go ahead. I smile and pile my bag on top of his. We make our way to the doors closest to Queen st. Outside, it's that slushy cold between-seasons weather you get in November sometimes, and we hurry to the nearest Tim Hortons. The shock of the warmth makes me shiver, one which quickly turns to a groan when I see the line of people - primarily teens from our school - that spans most of the little building. Theo nudges me and whispers "Since I let you use my locker, you owe me a timbit." Bangsian (221) In the dusky light of the afternoon, the spirits of Riverview cemetery were beginning to rise, going to chat with friends, strolling about, and doing whatever it is that ghosts do. One of said spirits, a woman by the name of Emira, who had been dead a good three hundred or so years - and knew the cemetery and its inhabitants quite well, thank you very much - was drifting along towards the south end of the cemetery, furthest from her own grave. Due to the sun still just barely making itself known on the horizon, not many of the inhabitants were awake yet, and she relished in the quiet. "Hullo," said a startled voice. She turned to see an unfamiliar figure, lounging on the grass. "Hello," she responded, stopping just a few meters away. "Are you a recent burial?" she asks, as she doesn't recognize this man at all, and she happens to have quite an excellent memory. The other ghost laughs. "Few centuries back, maybe." She furrows her brow. "How come I've never met you?" "Big graveyard?" he offers, shrugging. "Cemetery," she corrects. "And yes, but is it not odd we have never seen each other? After hundreds of years?" "I suppose," he replies, then smiles. "My name is Theodore, nice to make your acquaintance." "And mine Emira, you as well." Robinsonade (229) It's been weeks since the plane crashed, leaving only three survivors to fend for themselves in the grassy mountains. Not that that matters much to Theo, it might as well have been three days, or months even, all he knows is that he wants to go home. The two others, Emira and Trixie, have now become his only company, and to be quite frank, he's getting tired of them. Emira's upper class, headed to some fancy business trip before the crash, and while she isn't insufferable, she's absolutely clueless when it comes to survival in the wild of any kind. Trixie is really well prepared, and seems to know just about everything, but she's loud and gets on Theo's nerves. And as the days go by, and their hiking and scouting seem more and more pointless, all he can think of is how he misses home. It's even crossed his mind once - idly - that if it meant not having to live like this, he would rather have joined the rest of the flight on the side of that mountain. They have limited resources, even with Trixie's extensive knowledge, and hiking is taking a lot out of him. Emira too, he can tell. At this point, they may as well give up and set up permanent camp by a water source. It doesn't look like anyone is coming for them. Epistolary (217) Dear Emira Dowling, It is with greatest regret that I, col. B. Higgins, inform you of your friend's passing. Sgt. T. Decker was a good man and a great friend, to all of us. He was killed in action on Sept. 14th, having noticed an oncoming attack and sacrificing himself to save the rest of our troop. They were going to send the standard letter for these proceedings, but I insisted on something more personalized, as Theo was a friend of mine as well. He talked about you a lot, said he had a best friend back home and that he had to stay alive to see her again. It pains me greatly that he didn't get the chance. From what he told us, you're a very strong and resourceful woman, and he had no doubt you could survive on your own, and I hope he is right. He would wait patiently for every letter you sent, more eagerly than some of my men who had wives back home. I know that he was drafted, that he did not choose to fight this war, but I want you to know he did a bloody excellent job of it. And I could see, very clearly, that he loved you fiercely through all of it, Regards, Colonel B. Higgins
Gaslamp Fantasy (247) Theo stands near the corner of a ballroom, utterly unimpressed. Social gatherings like these, so stuffy and full of pleasantries and rules, had never been his thing. He did like social gatherings, of course, but only the fun ones, where everyone is enjoying themselves without constriction of an etiquette to follow. Well, a vampire must do what he needs for food, he reminds himself. Just as he's surveyed enough to pick out an easy victim, a woman in an admittedly very beautiful - if a little old - green ballgown catches his eye. He stares at her, trying to think why his brain has picked her out as significant. The song changes, and with it the dance. She turns in his direction, searching for a partner, and in doing so allows him to fully see her face. Quickly, and without much thought, he sweeps onto the dance floor and takes her hand, beginning the steps of the dance almost immediately. She looks at him, startled, but dances along as well. "Theodore," she says. "I wasn't expecting you." "Nor was I expecting you, Emira," he says, grinning. It has been a century or so since they last met, and despite himself he is glad to see her. "You do not strike me as the kind to attend such a thing," she says, grinning back in a very unladylike manner. "I am not," he confirms. "But the buffet is quite exquisite." She laughs. "I suppose so, much to choose from." "Quite." Goth-fi (212) "This is an awful idea," Theo said, looking up at the building, taking note of the peeling paint and rotten porch. "I want you to know that." Emira laughed. "But it's fun!" "Not really," he replied, slinking through the gate after her. Why'd he have to get dared the worst things? And why did it have to be with Emira? He barely knew her. They tried the front door, then the side door. "Window it is," she said, walking up to one of the ground floor windows, and seemingly prying it open, although Theo wasn't sure. It was hard to see with the heavy rainclouds blocking out the sun. Why'd it have to be on a rainy day? The window popped open, and Emira went through, waiting for him on the other side. Once they were both in, they looked around. It was cool, he had to admit. Kind of victorian gothic. But still very much abandoned and rumoured to have ghost sightings on the property. Just rumours, he knew, but that didn't mean it wasn't scary. Emira ran a finger along a wooden sideboard, looked at it, then put her finger forward so he could see the sheer amount of dust on it. He shuddered. This was so not his thing. Paranormal (237) Emira and Trixie had been on call with Theo for a total of ten seconds before he immediately started ranting about how he was absolutely sure his house was haunted. He barely let either of them get a word in, spilling out all the random happenings and showing them photos he had as evidence certain things had happened. It was as if he had to let it all out right /now/ or he wouldn't be able to. "Try an Ouija or something," Trixie suggested, lounging in a chair across from Emira. "We can join you if you want," Emira said. She loved the paranormal, and Theo was providing some convincing evidence. "Yeah but what if it's an evil spirit or something?" he asked, sounding quite distressed. "Can you try just asking it something without the board first?" she suggested. There were some general noises of movement on the other side and then she heard Theo's voice. "Um, hi, spirit. Are you evil?" he asked. Trixie snorted. "That's one way to do it I guess." Theo swore. "What is it?" Emira asked immediately. "The light just turned off," he said. "Power outage?" Trixie asks. "I think it's the ghost," he says. "Can I sleep over with you guys tonight?" "Okay, see you in a minute?" Emira asks. "Yeah," he replies, his voice almost sounding as if he just saw a ghost. Or, well communicated with, in his case.
