[by the third day, the ghostly interlopers have practically become a steady stream, menacing faces here, sad expressions there. robbie seems especially on edge, hairs on the back of his neck at constant attention and teeth gritted, as the number of ghosts who've come to taunt him with their presence number easily in the dozens.
despite being invited by skye to tag along, he's probably not the best equipped to go on an impromptu expedition into the unknown — a city boy through and through, robbie doesn't truly know the meaning of roughing it — but that doesn't mean he's not willing to try. he scouts ahead, eyes darting to and fro as he looks upon yet more abandoned buildings.
at least until a sight stops him dead in his tracks, a man — no, a ghost — staring at him while holding a glass between his fingers. robbie reaches out, but the apparition doesn't vanish like it had before.]
You're not real. This isn't possible.
[the usually stoic robbie looks more and more distraught the longer the ghost lingers.]
day three
despite being invited by skye to tag along, he's probably not the best equipped to go on an impromptu expedition into the unknown — a city boy through and through, robbie doesn't truly know the meaning of roughing it — but that doesn't mean he's not willing to try. he scouts ahead, eyes darting to and fro as he looks upon yet more abandoned buildings.
at least until a sight stops him dead in his tracks, a man — no, a ghost — staring at him while holding a glass between his fingers. robbie reaches out, but the apparition doesn't vanish like it had before.]
You're not real. This isn't possible.
[the usually stoic robbie looks more and more distraught the longer the ghost lingers.]
Leave.