That's the Spirit! {Hillary}
Nov 26, 2013 1:52:44 GMT -5
Post by Sidney Rua on Nov 26, 2013 1:52:44 GMT -5
Sidney had no family to berate her for poorly executed jokes, not that she typically said such things on purpose. As a small child, she had very little angst, especially in comparison to the elusive and moody age group of the teenager. The little ghost didn't even have a memory of her mother so much as looking angry. The woman had been almost unbelievably tolerant and had made a superhuman effort to keep negativity out of the life of her child, up until the point that negativity had kicked in the front door and violently extinguished those hopes. However Sidney had remained, mostly, a sweet and good-natured kid, even in - and after - death. Sure, she felt sad sometimes but it would likely be many years before anything truly registered as being wrong to her. Longer, even, if she continued on as she was with no one to teach her what she would have learnt in life had she lived.
In Sidney's mind, there was plenty to fear - birds and bad men featured most prominently on her mental checklist of things to avoid at all costs. However, with everyone she had known and loved dead, loss was no longer an issue that would be likely to affect her in the near future. Nor was bodily harm - Hillary was definitely right on that front. No physical object could do anything to her, corporeal being that she now was. And adventure was everywhere, especially with the imagination of a child involved. Nothing about this new existence seemed the slightest bit off to Sidney, save for the distinct lack of her mother's presence, and even then she was not unused to having her mother absent for long periods of time. This was the longest though. The eventual realisation that her mother wasn't coming back, well, that would be a difficult moment when it came. But her age worked to her advantage again on that front, making such a concept almost impossible to grasp - surely no one left properly. She hadn't, so why would her mother be any different? She would just have to wait for her to wake up and come find her.
Such innocence couldn't last forever, though - one day, the ghost girl and her hound would have to face facts. Not now, though, with Santa Clause and the boogeyman still as real to her as street signs and concrete buildings.
The contact was welcomed and Ruffian closed his eyes and sighed happily. Ghosts might not itch often, but Poochyena did, an unfortunate fact that had not become any less accurate after the Pokemon's death. The canine often found himself with a scratch he couldn't quite reach with the limited range of his paws, and many a time he had found himself longingly staring at his claws, wishing for the opposable thumbs of his friend and protegee. Often the feeling did not last long, though, and he felt the trade would not be quite fair, looking at the feeble legs of his human friends. His own were far superior, and stronger. He had reasoned that it would be unfair to have everything be easy and that perhaps, watching the painfully slow pace of humans running, it wasn't so bad afterall.
At Hillary's nod, the two ghosts began to jump up and down excitably.
"She's invisible! That's so cool! Another ghosty friend!"
The dog and the girl high-fived, but misjudged the action and for a moment paw and hand mingled nauseatingly before separating with a giggle from both offending parties. Hillary's panic went temporarily unnoticed.
The pair sprung into action, drifting quickly between and through people in the crowd.
"H-Man's sister, we'll find you! We're the best at hide 'n' seek!"
"I'm going to spot her first!"
And with that the game was on, as Ruffian raced one way down the street and Sidney hurtled down the other way. The two rounded the corner and met in the middle of the next street, floating back above the crowd to better survey the people, and talk.
"I didn't find her yet."
Ruffian shook his head. "Me neither..." The dog's head perked up, however, as a familiar smell drifted to his ghostly nose, which twitched almost comically.
"I smell cotton candy! Maybe she got hungry while she was hiding?"
Ruffian tilted his head to one side, and imagined the hot dogs that would, no doubt, be for sale near the sweets. Even if he couldn't eat anymore, he could still admire the smell.
In Sidney's mind, there was plenty to fear - birds and bad men featured most prominently on her mental checklist of things to avoid at all costs. However, with everyone she had known and loved dead, loss was no longer an issue that would be likely to affect her in the near future. Nor was bodily harm - Hillary was definitely right on that front. No physical object could do anything to her, corporeal being that she now was. And adventure was everywhere, especially with the imagination of a child involved. Nothing about this new existence seemed the slightest bit off to Sidney, save for the distinct lack of her mother's presence, and even then she was not unused to having her mother absent for long periods of time. This was the longest though. The eventual realisation that her mother wasn't coming back, well, that would be a difficult moment when it came. But her age worked to her advantage again on that front, making such a concept almost impossible to grasp - surely no one left properly. She hadn't, so why would her mother be any different? She would just have to wait for her to wake up and come find her.
Such innocence couldn't last forever, though - one day, the ghost girl and her hound would have to face facts. Not now, though, with Santa Clause and the boogeyman still as real to her as street signs and concrete buildings.
The contact was welcomed and Ruffian closed his eyes and sighed happily. Ghosts might not itch often, but Poochyena did, an unfortunate fact that had not become any less accurate after the Pokemon's death. The canine often found himself with a scratch he couldn't quite reach with the limited range of his paws, and many a time he had found himself longingly staring at his claws, wishing for the opposable thumbs of his friend and protegee. Often the feeling did not last long, though, and he felt the trade would not be quite fair, looking at the feeble legs of his human friends. His own were far superior, and stronger. He had reasoned that it would be unfair to have everything be easy and that perhaps, watching the painfully slow pace of humans running, it wasn't so bad afterall.
At Hillary's nod, the two ghosts began to jump up and down excitably.
"She's invisible! That's so cool! Another ghosty friend!"
The dog and the girl high-fived, but misjudged the action and for a moment paw and hand mingled nauseatingly before separating with a giggle from both offending parties. Hillary's panic went temporarily unnoticed.
The pair sprung into action, drifting quickly between and through people in the crowd.
"H-Man's sister, we'll find you! We're the best at hide 'n' seek!"
"I'm going to spot her first!"
And with that the game was on, as Ruffian raced one way down the street and Sidney hurtled down the other way. The two rounded the corner and met in the middle of the next street, floating back above the crowd to better survey the people, and talk.
"I didn't find her yet."
Ruffian shook his head. "Me neither..." The dog's head perked up, however, as a familiar smell drifted to his ghostly nose, which twitched almost comically.
"I smell cotton candy! Maybe she got hungry while she was hiding?"
Ruffian tilted his head to one side, and imagined the hot dogs that would, no doubt, be for sale near the sweets. Even if he couldn't eat anymore, he could still admire the smell.