First Person: [ Norman was pretty used to strange things. Honestly, there were far too many things that didn't faze him these days, but sure enough, he didn't know what to make of the situation. It seems that every time you tell yourself you've seen it all, life will just toss you a curve ball and all you can do is gracefully accept the concussion.]
[Grudgingly, Norman realized he needed to make some kind of contact with whoever else might be here, which has led him to making this post in the first place. At least he was pretty sure there would be others around from what the ghosts were whispering.]
[His voice is hesitant at first, and clearly belonging to that of a child. However there's a seriousness to it that probably seems weird for someone who's eleven.]
Um- Hello? Is there anyone else out there?
Would ...anyone know how to get back to Blithe Hollow? The train station wasn't really all that helpful and I'm pretty sure my parents are going to worry if I don't show up for dinner.
[Pause.]
Neil? ...Courtney?
[A small sigh. The next bit is barely audible.]
Should have known this was a dumb idea.
Third Person:
Norman spent the better part of the train ride trying to wake up from whatever bizarro dream he'd landed himself into. That may not have been a particularly unusual reaction, but the difference with him was that when he had bizarro dreams- they were a little more interactive. He'd gotten lucid visions of the past before. The problem was usually he was able to recall what he was doing before they happened.
He should have been able to feel the world slipping away from him, burning at the edges like old parchment.
That wasn't really what was happening, was it? No, this seemed to be something entirely different. He realized, too, that with his visions there was usually a driving purpose, some role that he was supposed to act out. Usually they were told in the eyes of the person the vision was supposed to be about. Aside from the compulsory push out the door of the train, there was very little direction for what he was supposed to be doing.
After nearly an hour of wandering around he satisfied himself with the knowledge that he wasn't having a vision- he was actually, physically, in this strange place.
Unsurprisingly it did very little to help the situation at hand.
It was with some relief that he uncovered a ghostly population in the city. Though, they seemed to be a little cryptic, if just plain unhelpful. They were friendly enough, and at least told him he wasn't alone in the city. They gave him a warning about the other, less friendly inhabitants, as well, and Norman took it to heart. The last thing he wanted trouble from was a poltergeist or a monster.
Of course that left him with the arduous task of making contact with the city. He was never really a big fan of talking to other people, and even after the events of the witch's curse, he still rather liked being solitary. At least in Blithe Hollow he knew people, this was an entirely foreign situation.
...Rethinking that, Norman wondered if that would be a bad thing. If he didn't know anyone, then no one knew him either.
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[Grudgingly, Norman realized he needed to make some kind of contact with whoever else might be here, which has led him to making this post in the first place. At least he was pretty sure there would be others around from what the ghosts were whispering.]
[His voice is hesitant at first, and clearly belonging to that of a child. However there's a seriousness to it that probably seems weird for someone who's eleven.]
Um- Hello? Is there anyone else out there?
Would ...anyone know how to get back to Blithe Hollow? The train station wasn't really all that helpful and I'm pretty sure my parents are going to worry if I don't show up for dinner.
[Pause.]
Neil? ...Courtney?
[A small sigh. The next bit is barely audible.]
Should have known this was a dumb idea.
Third Person:
Norman spent the better part of the train ride trying to wake up from whatever bizarro dream he'd landed himself into. That may not have been a particularly unusual reaction, but the difference with him was that when he had bizarro dreams- they were a little more interactive. He'd gotten lucid visions of the past before. The problem was usually he was able to recall what he was doing before they happened.
He should have been able to feel the world slipping away from him, burning at the edges like old parchment.
That wasn't really what was happening, was it? No, this seemed to be something entirely different. He realized, too, that with his visions there was usually a driving purpose, some role that he was supposed to act out. Usually they were told in the eyes of the person the vision was supposed to be about. Aside from the compulsory push out the door of the train, there was very little direction for what he was supposed to be doing.
After nearly an hour of wandering around he satisfied himself with the knowledge that he wasn't having a vision- he was actually, physically, in this strange place.
Unsurprisingly it did very little to help the situation at hand.
It was with some relief that he uncovered a ghostly population in the city. Though, they seemed to be a little cryptic, if just plain unhelpful. They were friendly enough, and at least told him he wasn't alone in the city. They gave him a warning about the other, less friendly inhabitants, as well, and Norman took it to heart. The last thing he wanted trouble from was a poltergeist or a monster.
Of course that left him with the arduous task of making contact with the city. He was never really a big fan of talking to other people, and even after the events of the witch's curse, he still rather liked being solitary. At least in Blithe Hollow he knew people, this was an entirely foreign situation.
...Rethinking that, Norman wondered if that would be a bad thing. If he didn't know anyone, then no one knew him either.