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desmond tod

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Yesterday at 08:07 pm
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Desmond wasn’t well-known for taking many things seriously, especially in regard to his nonchalant attitude in life, but one thing that he did hold in high regard was music. Any opportunity for him to play or sing was something that captured all of his focus, and recording was just one way he got to flex his abilities, especially whilst collaborating with someone. Oliver was...well...considerably less outspoken than Desmond, so the fact he was going along with everything came to no surprise to Desmond, but he was aware that could mean he wasn’t as into what they were doing as he was...which would be very unfortunate. They’d currently been trying to get through a whole song situation which involved numerous retakes and sessions to get everything to be just perfect before the producer had insisted they nailed it, but needed to ensure the audio came through just as well, which caused Desmond to pull the large headphones off his head and go pull a water bottle out of the cooler, ”Water?” he offered, holding one out for Oliver. <p>

Desmond wasn’t one who dealt with silence very well, as it made him feel quite a bit edgy, to which he was glad that Oliver was at least semi-aware of how twitchy Desmond could get if he wasn’t actively dealing with music...the number of bar brawls had been pretty cataclysmic recently. ”That was awesome, by the way,” he added, ”I mean, you’ve been nailing it all day, I’m the one who has been slacking off hard.” At least, his vocal cords had been seemingly slacking. He didn’t really warm up as well as he should have...having been late coming in, but regardless. ”If they make you redo it again I’m going to riot on your behalf,” he informed him easily, tacking on a wink at the end.


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Yesterday at 07:55 pm
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Truthfully, Desmond found himself absorbed in the monotony of being dead and running among the same circles. He would try exploring throughout the day, seeing how far he could push himself between tethers before sputtering out, which became old news fast and then came people watching. Desmond wasn’t necessarily the type of person to be a quiet observer, so taking this approach to everything was relatively new for him. However, he did find he appreciated open mic nights more and more as they gave him a rush of inspiration and pride. They were his old stomping grounds, after all. Whoever had been performing for the past little while had decided to take a break, and Desmond opted to look around the little bar to see what he could see. He had been so engulfed in the music that he hadn’t really noticed the people who had trickled in, his eyes immediately zoning in on one man in particular. <p>

Desmond maneuvered over to him, which was a lot easier than it sounded as he really didn’t have any actual substance to him, rolling his eyes once he was close enough to mutter a short, ”You again.” Unfortunately, he hadn’t any luck on placing who this person was, so most of his annoyance came from that. It was like the answer was on the tip of his tongue, just begging to be said, but to no avail and Desmond was frustrated by the prospect. ”And with a different book, great.” Of course he had taken an interest in someone who was reading a book when there could be music being played, not that there was any now, but the principle of the matter stated otherwise. ”What kind of weird person goes to the bar to read?”


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Mar 4 2017, 05:07 AM
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I want you forever even when we’re not together

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Desmond was getting more of a handle on this ghost thing, his talk with Anna helped considerably, and truthfully he decided it was maybe worth the effort to not completely suck at being a ghost. He had a little more control over moving from tether to tether, which was a lot less frustrating than sputtering into existence randomly. Especially if there was someone he wasn’t too keen on being around he could just pop up elsewhere and be content with himself. Of course, even that became monotonous to the ghost who was already finding his afterlife to be relatively boring. What else could you do when you have this much free time? Desmond wasn’t sure, so he spent some of the time trying to determine how far from each tether he could wander (not too far yet, but hey, progress was progress). <p>

He was sighing and lamenting about how really his life was just as interesting now as it was when he was alive, trying to not dwell on the irony of the fact that like most artists, he wasn’t important until he was gone. Desmond was also getting real sick of everyone looking completely contented with their lives--as if that was even fair. He did, however, recognize one of the people nearby in the alley way, probably putting graffiti on a wall of something and couldn’t just not harass him. Desmond couldn’t really move anything, so it wasn’t like he could actually do anything fun in terms of haunting, yet he could just be annoying and hope that Dean could see him, or else he’d look an idiot. ”You spelled it wrong,” he pointed out, despite not really knowing what he was doing, so who knew? Their friendship was weird enough anyway, given that Dean had punched him within their first encounter, but that seemed a distant memory. ”I sure hope you can see and hear me, otherwise you won’t even be able to tell me I’m an idiot talking to myself.”

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Feb 6 2017, 04:10 PM
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Desmond was growing used to the being dead and walked all over for the fact that no one knows he’s there, so he had taken to humming as he sputtered from tether to tether, sometimes singing and serenading a few of the people that walked by aimlessly, fully aware that there was definitely no way they can hear him. Or if they could, it probably didn’t sound as sweet and melodic as he had intended it to. At least it kept his mind busy instead of making morbid jokes about his state of affairs. In fact, he was humming to himself as he stood boredly, mumbling to himself, ”Who would’ve thought dying would be just as boring as living?” Really, he was quite the charmer and anyone would be lucky to interact with him, clearly, when in reality he would be thrilled to just talk to anyone at this point. His fame had blown up since his death, and it was really just like everyone says: no one appreciates you until you’re dead as an artist. He wasn’t really in control of his being zapped from tether to tether (as he learned, since he was always bouncing from the same few areas), so it didn’t surprise him when he sputtered out of existence in one spot, only to appear like static in another. <p>

”Nattie?” he inquired, as the world came to focus for him and Desmond realized there was someone he recognized here, ”Do you know how aggravating it is to be in a crowded room and no one can see you? Welcome to my existence,” he stated dryly, sure that if he made such remarks while he was alive Desmond would be told to quit being dramatic, and that he really needed out of his emo phase, but now...it seemed perfectly reasonable for him, ”How’s life going for you, since it seemed to fail for me?” Desmond thought it was a funny joke, since he definitely failed to live, but he was beginning to think he was more high concept than he initially thought, and hopefully Nattie of all people could appreciate that.

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Desmond was hopelessly bored, as his limits of being a dead person often caused him to bounce around a lot, which was much more annoying than he had anticipated. If anything, he’d blame his short attention span and his inability to be content with being in one place in his life. It was probably his fault, yet here he was, lagging around a street light that he used to perform under when he was gathering donations for the Women’s Center. Someone else was performing, or doing...something. He really wasn’t quite sure what the guy was trying to do, but Desmond was growing increasingly annoyed that people kept walking through him like he was so corporeal invisible image….wait. ”Even now, I get walked all over like a door mat,” he sighed, annoyed that he was likely the only person to have heard his remark. He wasn’t going to try wandering too far from his current position, as he often then would turn to a static and get sucked up and shoved somewhere else...another tether or whatever it was called. It wasn’t as if he paid that much attention, though the Opera house wasn’t too far away…<p>

Minutes felt like hours, as the guy began to sing something about drowning, which caused Desmond to shoot a glare at him--did he know he was there? Before he could think too much on it, he became aware of someone...or something else standing near him...She looked...vaguely familar. He’d probably heard of her or something before maybe? Considering he hadn’t had too many encounters recently, he decided to acknowledge her, ”Fancy meeting someone as dead inside as I am in a place like this,” he retorted, ”If you wanted unpleasant company, you’ve come to the right place, for instance I’m pretty sure this guy singing under my light post over here is mocking me.”
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