Jace Coulson
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Jackie waved goodbye to her companions and decided she should get up and move around as well. She floated around the trees and listened to the frogs and birds. A quick decision to find a frog gave her something to do with herself.
The elusive amphibians were even harder to find without her sight, but they were a nice distraction from her predicament.
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Checking her phone, Jayne paid no mind to the girl near her. No new messages, no missed texts. She hadn’t expected anything else, only hoped that maybe this once someone would wish her luck. But the lack of a goodbye was hardly anything to get her spirits low. This was her decision, her life, and she was choosing something for herself for once.
She pocketed the phone and furrowed her brow. Anticipation coursed through her, but for what she wasn’t sure.
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Jackie smiled at her companion’s mirth. “Tha’s neat.” She couldn’t actually see the skeletons, but she could sense their presence.
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“I don’ think so…. I’m nine.” She thought about the question, though. Maybe she was older? She shook her head; thinking about that made her confused. “Skel’tons?”
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“I dunno,” she mumbled. “I fell asleep for the doctor’s op’ration, and then I was flying.” She ran her hand over her head, which had been shaven for the lobotomy.
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Name: Jayne Elizabeth Cole
Age/Gender: 15/Female
Appearance: She is about five-foot-3, with a medium build, a bit chubby. Her face is round and child-like, with large brown eyes, a small mouth and freckles all over. She dresses almost exclusively in dresses and skirts, preferring more mature, business like ensembles.
Personality: Forward and demanding, she knows what she wants and will get it by any means necessary. She is hugely protective of what’s hers, whether it is material or familial. Often she uses her childish appearance to trick persons into giving her the benefit of the doubt when she gets herself into trouble.
Strengths: Jayne’s singing is phenomenal, though she still has more she wants to learn. She is a musical prodigy, able to play most any instrument she wants. She also can touch her tongue to her nose, but she doesn’t typically show that off.
Weaknesses: She can be stubborn to a fault, and should someone prove her wrong over just about anything, she will brood about it. Sarcasm is her main weapon, though it doesn’t win her many friends. She can be insincere and unsympathetic.
Cool stuff: Though music is her life, she likes to pick up random other hobbies from time to time, i.e. knitting, astrology, baking, etc.
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“Why?” she asked. Why would someone want to meet a ghost?
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“I’m Jackie.” She chewed her lip a bit. “Um, can you tell me where I am?” Her eyes seemed to look through them, unfocussed, yet not dazed.
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The kindness coming from Nova made Jackie smile in return. “I’m fine, I guess,” she answered noncommittaly. “Who’re you?” she asked the form next to Nova.
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Jackie turned to Nova and waved slightly. She could tell the other girl had asked something, but wasn’t sure what it had been. A memory of the previous night sparked and she recalled Nova telling her she could reach her with her soul or something. She tried reaching to the other girl to establish the connection they had had before.
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The morning saw no change in the young specter, who continued to think of nothing and everything. Cries left her lips at random intervals throughout the night, but nothing so violent at the day before.
She began to wonder where exactly she was, how for she was from home she had been taken. Maybe she could ask that Nova person who had spoken to her before. She shook her head. Bothering people wasn’t really a thing she liked to do. She decided she would ask if she saw Nova again.
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Jackie felt Nova leaving, but stayed in her spot on the ground. She didn’t want to talk right then, but she would keep the offer in mind. She seemed really nice, Jackie thought. Maybe being dead wouldn’t be so bad. She could still make friends, it seemed.
But that didn’t matter to Jackie then, she just wanted to lay down and not move for awhile. She listened to the sounds of the forest, smiling slightly at the chirping birds.
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“I wanted to be alone.” She let her chin fall to her knees and breathed a sigh, shaking her head at how strange the action was without her actually breathing. Her bare feet dug into the soil around them, though she could barely feel it, as though they were just passing through the earth. She supposed they were.
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Jackie started, not having noticed the other’s approach. She relaxed after a moment and turned in the direction of the other girl, though the light that meant she was human was… off, somehow. She wasn’t sure what to make of the person beside her. Jackie pushed the thought aside and answered. “I’m Jackie,” she said, her eyes still staring blankly ahead of her.
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((She is a ghost until someone tells me not to.))
Jackie had been floating for some time, gaping in wonder at the swirls of light that broke up the darkness she had grown accustomed to. She could tell that the lights were people, but to be able to see, she was ecstatic.
Some of the lights seemed to be moving more than others, and some seemed to be floating along as she was. One of the floating ones turned towards her and she felt warmth coming off of them, as though they were offering a silent greeting. She gave the being a smile and then they parted ways.
The rest of her adventure seemed uneventful, with some beings greeting her but most just sticking to their own paths. She began to find it strange that she didn’t feel tired or hungry, and that she didn’t seem to be waking up from what she assumed was a dream.
She started trying to wake herself by pinching, shouting, moving too quickly, but nothing seemed to work. Jackie remained in her world of colors amidst dark and curled into herself.
She must be among the dead now.
Jackie cried loudly for herself, mourning the life that was taking from her. Never again would she ride her bike or play the violin. She wouldn’t see her parents or brother, or eat another birthday cake. Sobs wracked her body, shaking her.
So distraught was she, the girl didn’t even notice the damage she was doing to the space around her. Trees were uprooted and flung around, smashing into cars and buildings. The living and the dead rushed for cover from the child who could become a poltergeist.
But just as quickly as it had started, it stopped, leaving the street a mess and the people who had been around thankful that they hadn’t been killed. Jackie just let more tears fall and hiccuped before floating away from the destruction. She flew until there were no lights around her and she was totally alone. All she could sense were trees and animals, so she floated to the forest floor and sat.