[Eliza steps in, looking around and smiling just the tiniest bit.] Hi Pokey. I...I think it'd be easier to explain things in person. I...still haven't really written down any of what happened. [She still doesn't know how she'd write it down, either. Not to mention her diary...]
You don't have to write anything down. I can do that.
[Pokey closes the door behind Eliza as she comes in. Pokey's house is oddly clean and simple in comparison to everything else about the teen. Gentle white walls, furniture that looks like it came from the 50s. The only real touch that seems like Pokey is a few of the spiders ambling about the walls and counters.]
If you want to just talk, and even have it off the record, I can do that.
You're not someone who should have had to go through that.
[Well, the spiders are pretty, so Eliza doesn't mind too much. And she does smile a bit at Pokey's reassurance.] Well...I don't really mind you recording that stuff. But...thanks for the offer. I...did you see anything about what happened on the ghosts' side? [She thinks there wasn't any, from what she skipped through, but she's not 100% sure.]
[She smiles a little at his reassurance.] It's pretty much what it sounds like. Us people who died...could still watch our friends, and we were mostly restricted to the same part of town they were. And we could only interact with the world in limited ways. [She pauses.] Well, the thing I want to tell you about first is actually kind of a funny story-did you see the marshmallow scene?
[Shit. It's not like he didn't know the girl had died during the thing. Obviously, she had, and here she was now. In a way, he knew that was just the nature of these places. Death was more temporary displacement then permanent, despite how it looked during that show.
Still, to watch something as a ghost in one of these places. That was surreal.
He can talk about, think about that later. Right now he's being asked something else.]
[She grins as she recalls it.] That was all me. I was just going to stick one on that guy's sword, but then he had to start cutting up those poor marshmallows. So throwing more at him turned out to be a good way to mess with him and get some of my friends to laugh.
[Pokey smirks at that, then laughs. Alright, he didn't really expect that from Eliza. Pranks seemed to be something someone as honest as her usually wouldn't engage in, which makes it even funnier.]
Okay, that one wasn't bad. That was a pretty good one. Not sure I would have used marshmallows, but it worked.
[To be fair, she didn't mean it as a prank at first.] Well, there was this...giant dollhouse that appeared in the town as well, and I tried to use one of the dolls to communicate with my friends, but I think I just freaked them out. [She giggles a little. It was frustrating then, but she can kind of see the humor now.] It's a good thing we could send messages once a week, so I could explain what was going on... [Her face gets a soft smile on it.] And Zack ended up bringing one of the dolls to my room so we could kind of communicate with that...
[He isn't sure what else to say in regards to things like that, with Eliza's own death or the situation as a whole. It's awkward for him still, and he wishes he was one of the people he'd known on his own journies. One of the people who'd know for sure how to respond.]
[Eliza blushes, looking quite flustered.] Thanks. I...I just wanted everyone to get out of there alive, especially after we learned about that spell to bring back the dead. We ghosts could do a bit more, so I did my best.
[She looks a bit awkward.] There were...some less happy bits. Especially when we ghosts had our meetings, since that meant people were kind of stuck with their murderers. I punched the jerk who killed me when he arrived, at least. As hard as I could.
[She sighs a little.] He wanted to save someone he knew back home, and that was what they said you could get from killing someone that week. But he could have confessed after he got his wish, and he didn't. And more people died for that. And then he promised to give the living a hint that he was my killer, and he didn't.
[She snorts.] I could forgive him for killing me. But not for everything else. He got wrecked the worst by the Hunter too. [Limbs. Limbs everywhere.]
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[Pokey closes the door behind Eliza as she comes in. Pokey's house is oddly clean and simple in comparison to everything else about the teen. Gentle white walls, furniture that looks like it came from the 50s. The only real touch that seems like Pokey is a few of the spiders ambling about the walls and counters.]
If you want to just talk, and even have it off the record, I can do that.
You're not someone who should have had to go through that.
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[That wasn't something Pokey was expecting to hear. The hell is a ghost side.]
'Fraid not. Or, I dunno. I can kind of make a guess what 'ghost side' would mean, but if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too.
Mostly, I just want to make sure you're okay.
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Still, to watch something as a ghost in one of these places. That was surreal.
He can talk about, think about that later. Right now he's being asked something else.]
Yeah, I remember that. Why do you ask?
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Okay, that one wasn't bad. That was a pretty good one. Not sure I would have used marshmallows, but it worked.
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[Pokey might have seen that scene as well.]
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Watched the DVD a couple times, yeah.
You did good, with what you were handed.
[He isn't sure what else to say in regards to things like that, with Eliza's own death or the situation as a whole. It's awkward for him still, and he wishes he was one of the people he'd known on his own journies. One of the people who'd know for sure how to respond.]
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[She looks a bit awkward.] There were...some less happy bits. Especially when we ghosts had our meetings, since that meant people were kind of stuck with their murderers. I punched the jerk who killed me when he arrived, at least. As hard as I could.
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[Pokey’s voice is flat at that.]
He’s a murderer. He killed you. Screw him. Getting punched is the least he deserved. That that’s all you did is pretty impressive, control wise.
...Though he was already dead. Guess he got what was coming to him.
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[She snorts.] I could forgive him for killing me. But not for everything else. He got wrecked the worst by the Hunter too. [Limbs. Limbs everywhere.]
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[Screw him, if that was the way he was going to play something like that.]
Hopefully, he won't ever show his face here. He ever somehow does, I'll have your back.
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...I know this isn't an easy thing to talk about. Kind of surprises me when I find out how much harsher most places were compared to what I've seen.
Thank you, for letting me in on it. There ever anything else you want to say about it, I'll make sure it gets put down and remembered too.
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Thank you. For sharing it with me, y'know.