Specter
"Specter, I can hear you, you know. I've been looking for you everywhere man! I know we all need rest after all the crap that went down, but I think I found a lead on Psyclone!"
"Deal with it yourself, I'm done being a hero!" the Specter shouted as a reply, before leaving. He didn't pay attention to that, he had to get to the prison. Who cared about Psyclone now? Psyclone was dead, and that meant the Specter had to take out his vengeance on someone else. Someone more suited.
Nothing could stop him.
Half an hour later, he was inside the prison, unseen. Some could sort of feel his presence there, those with certain powers, but no one knew he was there. At some point, he would have cared about this many people with powers, trapped inside a prison, some for very unfair reasons. Now, however, he didn't.
It's no longer any of my concerns what happens to prisoners.
Well, apart from good ol' Gabriel Oakfield, of course. It was perfect, all he had to do was to track down that bastard... track him down, and end him, force him to commit suicide. A crime without a criminal, only a ghost remaining. Suddenly, the Specter found was he was looking for, and he felt like laughing.
There you are.
He thought, phasing through the cell-door, and examining the gentle-looking man in his late-twenties. If one didn't know who it was, it'd be easy to believe that Gabriel Oakfield was a decent man, even after years in prison. However, that was a lie.
Let's see where you end up, shall we?
"Oh?" a voice said, the voice of a mass-murderer. "Do I have a visitor?" Gabriel Oakfield looked directly towards him. "One wearing a mask, no less." Dark green eyes, blonde hair, and a puzzled facial expression, the last of those were unfamiliar to the Specter. Gabriel Oakfield held a hand out, towards him. "So, do I get an introduction? Surely, there must be a reason a spirit like you is in front of me, after all these years."
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Tim Merridy
"Well I, I think you're a cool guy, but I'm not," he said "well you know."
"Not gay?" Tim asked, trying to help, and was about to say that it was fine, but then George continued, bafflingly shy. Perhaps Tim really had scared him.
"Not not gay, er I mean I am, well gay. I'm just, well I'm not really ready to go out with someone. I've barely told anyone, I'm, well I'm still trying to figure out who I am I guess, if that makes sense."
Oh. Did I just sort of smash his closet open?
Whoops. That certainly hadn't been his intention. George was more than a little freaked out, making everything a little awkward. Then again, Tim had expected some kind of awkwardness, simply not this kind.
"S-sorry. I hope we can still be friends."
Why do you have to be so adorable when you say that?
"I-- yeah, of course!" Tim replied, grinning. "It's just a silly crush, I'm sure it'll wear off, and... well, if you'd like to talk about this kinda thing at some point, you know, to feel a little more confident in yourself, you can talk to me," he offered, trying to get rid of the other thoughts. "I won't mention it to Tom either, unless he heard..." he tried to rub his neck, only to remember that his hand was in a cast.
"Well, anyways, that's that. Are you fine, by the way? Nothing happened during the whole---" he made an explosion sound. "thing, right?"
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Sirius Hamilton
"Of course, as grand a place this, there is much more to see,"
Sirius followed Daniel up the alabaster staircase, taking as much of it in as he could. There was a ballroom with huge patterns on the floor, and food, and drink, and... well, it was beautiful. Even the finest houses Sirius had been in with his father hadn't been nearly this... amazing.
"Quite glamorous, isn't it, Mr Hamilton? Such a shame that many of these people don't truly appreciate it. No, some are far too concerned with closing deals and impressing people as shallow as they are. Sinful is what it is. Or should be. Those people may have earned a place here, but that isn't to say they deserve a place here. They won't treasure the opportunity they have, the privilege to see this in all its grandeur. But perhaps you can. Do you think you deserve the be here? Do you believe you're the kind of person who can truly appreciate a place such as this?"
"I don't know," Sirius admitted, examining some of those Daniel spoke of. It was true that they did not seem to care much for this beauty, either because they simply had no eye for architecture, or because they were used to it. Or perhaps they only saw it as a means to an end, like Daniel spoke of, wanting to impress.
"I don't think I could ever stop be impressed with a place like this. It looks like the sort of building where you can spend days, weeks, even years, and never run out of new things to discover. It's marvelous," Sirius continued, and smiled. "It's... well, it's hard to know if you deserve something or not. I could say that I do think I deserve it, should I manage to achieve it, but others would disagree. Perhaps they would think that I'm not working hard enough to be in a place like this, or that I am... well, less than them, because of what I lack. I don't know," he admitted, again.
"But I'd sure love to find out if I do." He looked at Daniel, eyes the same neutral grey, but there was something, interest, perhaps, in his eyes. "How about you? As someone who appreciates it for what it is, do you feel like you deserve it?"
