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Alright so I've remade this into my lost RP blog for Ezri. Sammi will be moved to a sideblog

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I may do a soft reboot of Sammi, change her FC and maybe tweak her backstory a bit

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"That's so cool, haven't been able to talk to the living for years, it's a nice change of pace." She admitted shedding her jacket on the bench next to her.

"Ah friends with the new girl. She sends pretty alright, closest ghost to my age anyway so I can relate more to her than the others." Sammi noticed the scars but decided to not ask. She didn't know if it was a sore subject or not and didn't know if she could quite relate. Sure ghosts had scars of their own and not the visible kind but she still wanted to be tactful, after all she had just met this girl.

"Nice to meet you Gabby. And ya know I have to agree, the locker room at this time is much quieter than the gym, but you know what you look like you need? Some good ice cream, which I just so happen to know where the teachers keep it in the teachers lounge." Sammi offered.

Open: Gabrielle Cordova

She finds herself hiding more than she used to. Or maybe it was the same amount. Gabrielle didn’t know.

What she did know is her life was turned upside down and no one seemed to care. Except maybe the friendly spirits she had learned to enjoy their company.

She knew she shouldn’t be so selfish. Gabby was alive. She survived, while her best friend may or may not have. And they all just wanted answers. Simon and Nicole. Even Xavier. They just wanted to help, get the closure. But it was proving way harder than they thought.

Gabrielle slammed the door to the locker room, sighing as she slid down the wall. Her head was pounding, and this was the only quiet place she had at the moment. She buried her face in her hands, wrapping her arms around her head for a moment, hearing the footsteps. She just wanted to be alone. Was that too much to ask?

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Sammi watched the girl get startled by her words, that wasn't right, the living shouldn't be able to hear or see the ghosts that haunted the school. "Wait, you heard me? You can see me?" She inquired, her own face looking shaken.

"Well you know if you ever need to talk to someone about the problems in this world, I'm one of the most recent ghosts here at the school. Pretty sure I could understand a lot better than the others, besides maybe Maddie, the new girl." Sammi stated with a shrug. "I'm just glad it's not a breakup cause let me tell you, my seven years stuck at this school as a ghost I've seen far too many breakups where those guys didn't deserve their girl whatsoever."

Sammi realized she was being a bit rude though, intruding on this girl's privacy and she didn't introduce herself either. "I'm Sammi by the way, but if you want to be left alone I can get on out of here." She offered, giving her a kind and caring smile. "Promise it won't hurt my feelings."

Open: Gabrielle Cordova

She finds herself hiding more than she used to. Or maybe it was the same amount. Gabrielle didn’t know.

What she did know is her life was turned upside down and no one seemed to care. Except maybe the friendly spirits she had learned to enjoy their company.

She knew she shouldn’t be so selfish. Gabby was alive. She survived, while her best friend may or may not have. And they all just wanted answers. Simon and Nicole. Even Xavier. They just wanted to help, get the closure. But it was proving way harder than they thought.

Gabrielle slammed the door to the locker room, sighing as she slid down the wall. Her head was pounding, and this was the only quiet place she had at the moment. She buried her face in her hands, wrapping her arms around her head for a moment, hearing the footsteps. She just wanted to be alone. Was that too much to ask?

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Sammi had been at the school for a while now, she had seen a few classes graduate while she stayed ever the same, just trapped in school for eternity. While there she had seen it all, drama, tragedy, extreme joy and with that she always tended to try and comfort those who needed it, even if it didn't really do anything since ghosts couldn't interact with the living.

When Sammi saw the other girl go into the locker room seemingly distraught over something she figured she'd at least go to be curious, if not attempt to make contact, after all not like missing her eighth year of attending Ms. Sumner's math class would make much of a difference. "Hm, rough day huh?" Sammi inquired, not really expecting to get a response. "If it was a breakup, things will get better, take that from the girl who's been here for the last eight years."

Open: Gabrielle Cordova

She finds herself hiding more than she used to. Or maybe it was the same amount. Gabrielle didn’t know.

What she did know is her life was turned upside down and no one seemed to care. Except maybe the friendly spirits she had learned to enjoy their company.

She knew she shouldn’t be so selfish. Gabby was alive. She survived, while her best friend may or may not have. And they all just wanted answers. Simon and Nicole. Even Xavier. They just wanted to help, get the closure. But it was proving way harder than they thought.

Gabrielle slammed the door to the locker room, sighing as she slid down the wall. Her head was pounding, and this was the only quiet place she had at the moment. She buried her face in her hands, wrapping her arms around her head for a moment, hearing the footsteps. She just wanted to be alone. Was that too much to ask?

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A laugh escaped her lips at the mention of High school lasting for eternity. "Oh yeah four years passes by real quick, especially when you only have so much area to move around." She snarkily replied before realizing that he probably didn't know that she was dead, after all ghosts just look like normal people, not like Casper or Slimer from the Ghostbusters. "But no I'm just shocked by the fact that you can see me, accounting for the fact that I'm dead, been dead since '17 and nobody living is able to see us, well unless it's you apparently." She commented, looking him up and down.

Honestly Sammi was wondering if he'd believe any of what she was saying to be true, she knew that she probably wouldn't have believed it if she was in the same situation as him. "You know the worst part about being a ghost is that unlike the movies and TV, we aren't able to haunt, when the living aren't even aware of us and can't see us it takes the whole haunting thing away." She sighed.

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Sammi stared out the window of the classroom, things would never change, or at least not for her and she had to admit when she thought of the afterlife she wasn't expecting she'd spend it stuck in her high school. "Man this sucks!" She screamed, though not like it mattered, none of the living, if any were still around could hear her, just another downside of being dead, or at least she thought of it that way, until she turned and saw someone staring at her.

"Wait did you hear that? Can you actually see me?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow. This hasn't happened to her ever. Taking a step forward she looked at the other curiously. "Please tell me I'm not the one hallucinating?" She asked out loud.

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Sammi stared out the window of the classroom, things would never change, or at least not for her and she had to admit when she thought of the afterlife she wasn't expecting she'd spend it stuck in her high school. "Man this sucks!" She screamed, though not like it mattered, none of the living, if any were still around could hear her, just another downside of being dead, or at least she thought of it that way, until she turned and saw someone staring at her.

"Wait did you hear that? Can you actually see me?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow. This hasn't happened to her ever. Taking a step forward she looked at the other curiously. "Please tell me I'm not the one hallucinating?" She asked out loud.

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I decided to remake this blog into an OC for the series School Spirits.

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glitchexmachina​:

“Well, that sure sounds bonkers,” he remarked.  “I think the best approach would be to remove the parasitic entities from the aliens but this is definitely out of the wheelhouse of a techhead like me.  What is it you think I can do for you?“

“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed, “are the aliens robots?  Or some kind of mechanical species that got infected by a demonic computer virus?”

“Not possible, once the parasite fully infects the individual the host ceases to be themselves. If you’ve seen the movie Alien, they’re like that.” She spoke, trying to convey the message in a more child friendly message. “No the US Government wants pest control if you will and for that we need as much tech that can release UV light while being compact, hence your expertise comes in.” She explained.

Rachel soon looked over at the surprise question. “No these aliens are bat-like alien creatures, when the parasite entered them long ago it made them more akin to vampires, exactly like vampires actually. Be it what it may we’re dealing with alien vampires.”

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@sanguinemcorda

Rachel was glad to have gotten out of the entire ordeal that had inadvertently been caused by her husband alive, and even more happy that others had made it out alive as well, though the debriefing was something she disagreed with and just wanted the parasites and the monsters destroyed. For the most part she was kept away from everyone else, as per protocol she assumed, she didn’t really know of anything like this happening before.

After a few weeks of being stuck confined to a room somewhere in Camp Slayer she was brought to the briefing room where she was told to stay put by someone who obviously had more authority than herself on these matters. Eventually she was happy to see another face she recognized come into the room. “Lt. Kolchek, I’m glad to see at least a decently friendly face around here.” Rachel spoke, giving him a slight nod. They had never really seen eye to eye on situations, even down in the ruins she disagreed with him but she couldn’t deny that all the survivors had created a bond after their shared experiences and survival. “They tell me that they’re going down there, for more research and to possibly eradicate the aliens for good.” She admitted, looking solemn about the revelation. “I think they want us to go down there with them since we know down there.” 

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Rachel politely took the bottle from the girl with a smile and a 'thank you' before looking back towards Tyson as he spoke, she couldn't believe that she was here doing this at the moment, the government wanted to keep it internal but yet here she was anyways.

"Alright Tyson, if you don't mind me calling you that. Your expertise in technologies is going to benefit more than the CIA, it's to save the world. A Few months ago we were doing a mission in Iraq my team and I stumbled upon an ancient temple, and below that an ancient wreck of an arc from another galaxy. And the aliens were infected by a parasite that made them the basis of vampires, or the ancient mesopotamian demon Pazuzu." Rachel commented, pushing him a file folder. "The US government is launching a plan to get these parasites and with them the alien hosts off the planet, otherwise they can and will infect humans and then we become monsters just as they are." She finished, looking over at Charlie. "We have a whole file. Of what we know, or at least what we suspect. Contrary to popular belief the CIA doesn't have full records on everyone. Only those we believe could be assets to us or threats." The second file that Rachel held was small, almost empty. "Everything in this is all we know that's no public knowledge." She spoke, putting the file on the table.

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Back into the horror

@glitchexmachina

Rachel wasn’t happy that the CIA was putting her back into the fray of the entire vampire controversy. Of course they did their hardest to keep things hushed but now they wanted to deal with the threat before there were any leaks of the information, and who to call than one of those present at the discovery. Unfortunately they needed someone with a lot of tech experience so they were sending Rachel out “recruiting”. Stepping out of the SUV into the gloomy Boston day she quickly found where she needed to go and soon found herself knocking on what she assumed was the right door. “Mr. Owens.” She spoke simply as she knocked on the door, loud enough for someone to know from the other side. of course she wouldn’t be kicking own the door yelling CIA! That would probably be counter intuitive and the CIA didn’t do that. 

Eventually she got an answer at the door and gave a smile. “Yes I’m looking for Mr. Tyson Owens.” Rachel spoke, flashing a small badge.

The little girl with a copper glow to her skin, presumably due to the hours of outdoor time she got this summer, and emerald green eyes stared up at the woman, analyzing her badge and confirming it was real.

“Papa, phone call for you!” the little girl, named Charlie, declared.  Soon after Tyson wheeled out of a room off the foyer on an office swivel chair wearing goggles over his eyes.

“Caller go ahead…” he remarked, not removing the goggles.  He felt like this was going to be a…whole production, especially with a three day weekend before work kicked back in for the two of them.

Rachel studied the girl, the file she read didn’t mention anything about a kid then again the files given to her weren’t the most up to date. She gave the kid a slight nod as Tyson rolled into the picture.

“Mr Tyson Owens I presume? I’m Agent Rachel King. Do you mind if I come in, have a little chat with you? I have very important matters that I need to discuss.” She stated, raising an eyebrow at him in inquiry.

“You may presume,” he nodded.  “Mainly because you’re correct.  Good afternoon Agent King…it is the afternoon, yes?”

“In any case, come right in, can I get you a snack or something to drink?  I think it only fair we at least feed you since you’ve come so far.”

“Yes it is in fact the afternoon.” Rachel spoke with a slight chuckle as she was offered entrance into his abode, shutting the door behind her.  “If you’re offering a water’s just fine.” She admitted, not wanting to seem rude but also not wanting to ask for anything extreme. 

“Now Mr. Owens, do you want to be called that? I’m a field agent with the CIA.” She started off, giving him the chance to look a her badge to verify it’s authenticity. “And your, shall we say expertise has come up on our radar. Something that my bosses think might help my team while we’re out in the field. This mission could determine the fate of the human race as we know it.” She told him, though rather cryptically.

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glitchexmachina​:

ciasqueenbxtch​:

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Back into the horror

@glitchexmachina

Rachel wasn’t happy that the CIA was putting her back into the fray of the entire vampire controversy. Of course they did their hardest to keep things hushed but now they wanted to deal with the threat before there were any leaks of the information, and who to call than one of those present at the discovery. Unfortunately they needed someone with a lot of tech experience so they were sending Rachel out “recruiting”. Stepping out of the SUV into the gloomy Boston day she quickly found where she needed to go and soon found herself knocking on what she assumed was the right door. “Mr. Owens.” She spoke simply as she knocked on the door, loud enough for someone to know from the other side. of course she wouldn’t be kicking own the door yelling CIA! That would probably be counter intuitive and the CIA didn’t do that. 

Eventually she got an answer at the door and gave a smile. “Yes I’m looking for Mr. Tyson Owens.” Rachel spoke, flashing a small badge.

The little girl with a copper glow to her skin, presumably due to the hours of outdoor time she got this summer, and emerald green eyes stared up at the woman, analyzing her badge and confirming it was real.

“Papa, phone call for you!” the little girl, named Charlie, declared.  Soon after Tyson wheeled out of a room off the foyer on an office swivel chair wearing goggles over his eyes.

“Caller go ahead…” he remarked, not removing the goggles.  He felt like this was going to be a…whole production, especially with a three day weekend before work kicked back in for the two of them.

Rachel studied the girl, the file she read didn’t mention anything about a kid then again the files given to her weren’t the most up to date. She gave the kid a slight nod as Tyson rolled into the picture.

“Mr Tyson Owens I presume? I’m Agent Rachel King. Do you mind if I come in, have a little chat with you? I have very important matters that I need to discuss.” She stated, raising an eyebrow at him in inquiry.

“You may presume,” he nodded.  “Mainly because you’re correct.  Good afternoon Agent King…it is the afternoon, yes?”

“In any case, come right in, can I get you a snack or something to drink?  I think it only fair we at least feed you since you’ve come so far.”

“Yes it is in fact the afternoon.” Rachel spoke with a slight chuckle as she was offered entrance into his abode, shutting the door behind her.  “If you’re offering a water’s just fine.” She admitted, not wanting to seem rude but also not wanting to ask for anything extreme. 

“Now Mr. Owens, do you want to be called that? I’m a field agent with the CIA.” She started off, giving him the chance to look a her badge to verify it’s authenticity. “And your, shall we say expertise has come up on our radar. Something that my bosses think might help my team while we’re out in the field. This mission could determine the fate of the human race as we know it.” She told him, though rather cryptically.

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Rachel studied the girl, the file she read didn't mention anything about a kid then again the files given to her weren't the most up to date. She gave the kid a slight nod as Tyson rolled into the picture.

"Mr Tyson Owens I presume? I'm Agent Rachel King. Do you mind if I come in, have a little chat with you? I have very important matters that I need to discuss." She stated, raising an eyebrow at him in inquiry.

Back into the horror

@glitchexmachina

Rachel wasn’t happy that the CIA was putting her back into the fray of the entire vampire controversy. Of course they did their hardest to keep things hushed but now they wanted to deal with the threat before there were any leaks of the information, and who to call than one of those present at the discovery. Unfortunately they needed someone with a lot of tech experience so they were sending Rachel out “recruiting”. Stepping out of the SUV into the gloomy Boston day she quickly found where she needed to go and soon found herself knocking on what she assumed was the right door. “Mr. Owens.” She spoke simply as she knocked on the door, loud enough for someone to know from the other side. of course she wouldn’t be kicking own the door yelling CIA! That would probably be counter intuitive and the CIA didn’t do that. 

Eventually she got an answer at the door and gave a smile. “Yes I’m looking for Mr. Tyson Owens.” Rachel spoke, flashing a small badge.

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Back into the horror

@glitchexmachina

Rachel wasn’t happy that the CIA was putting her back into the fray of the entire vampire controversy. Of course they did their hardest to keep things hushed but now they wanted to deal with the threat before there were any leaks of the information, and who to call than one of those present at the discovery. Unfortunately they needed someone with a lot of tech experience so they were sending Rachel out “recruiting”. Stepping out of the SUV into the gloomy Boston day she quickly found where she needed to go and soon found herself knocking on what she assumed was the right door. “Mr. Owens.” She spoke simply as she knocked on the door, loud enough for someone to know from the other side. of course she wouldn’t be kicking own the door yelling CIA! That would probably be counter intuitive and the CIA didn’t do that. 

Eventually she got an answer at the door and gave a smile. “Yes I’m looking for Mr. Tyson Owens.” Rachel spoke, flashing a small badge.

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I decided to make this an RP blog for Rachel from House of Ashes. Anyone want to RP?

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intellizek​:

deputyxradigan​:

Charlene almost felt bad herself for how awkward the situation was. She definitely didn’t intend for it to be that way but yet here it was awkward for both of them.

“Listen there’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m not actually that offended. I’ve been stood up on dates worse than a cop saying they’d go to some stupid FOP picnic for some corndogs.” She told him with a genuine smile. For what she was saying it was true, she didn’t need Adam to feel sorry about something that had happened so long ago.

“Drink your coffee, and no need to swear on anyone’s grave, considering that big stack of files you were carrying I don’t think you’d have been able to drink any without dropping something.” She chuckled before standing up from where she had been sitting. “We don’t need a peace offering, there’s no bad blood between the two of us, it’s not like we dated or anything. But I’m not here just to give you shit about corndogs. I’m actually here because I’m your newest undercover for your case. I won’t get made as easily……not saying that you guys would but because I’m not with the CPD and since this case has some form of police corruption to it I can’t be made as easily.” She admitted to Adam.

   “I’m sure it’s not… stupid. It’s probably great, just not my kind of thing. I think. I don’t know, I’ve never been to one. But the true reason to why I didn’t show up was because… I was sort of seeing someone back then, Kim. Our relationship was in the very first stage of things so it all got a bit weird when all this.. Corndog stuff went down.” He actually chuckled at this, rubbing the back of his neck. But the embarrassment had left him, at least.

   “I mean, she was right there when you and I came up the stairs. It got weird for her and me, you couldn’t have known. I was an ass. I wasn’t taking things like that very seriously back then, but I’m all grown up now.” He grinned, then tilted his head side to side playfully and winked at the ceiling as if not entirely agreeing with his own words.

    “Anyway– Never mind that now. Awkward history..”

   Since Charlene had declined the coffee, he took a sip from it and silently thanked her for letting him off the hook. He sure as hell needed that coffee.

   “Really? I had no idea.. must’ve missed that but sounds great! Perfect.” Or not so great, if he’s going to continue make a damn fool of himself…

   “You’ve worked undercover before?”

“No it was pretty bad, lots of brass there lots of showing face.” She chuckled. For her FOP picnics weren’t necessarily her thing for the most part. “You don’t have to explain any more, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were in a relationship at the time. But hey don’t call yourself an ass I kinda put you in a tough position.” She chuckled before putting her hands together and then looking around the bullpen.

“Yeah, jumped at the chance to do some undercover work, the Sherriff’s Department doesn’t really do that many undercover jobs. I’m actually quite interested to hear the details of this case.” She admitted, she hadn’t really been briefed too much on it but no matter what she was down to do this.

“Uh no actually never worked undercover, but when I was told that the CPD wanted a female deputy to work undercover in the CPD and with intelligence I knew I had to give it a shot.” She spoke, that being said she was a good actor so she knew that she would be able to play the part that she had to.

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Charlene almost felt bad herself for how awkward the situation was. She definitely didn't intend for it to be that way but yet here it was awkward for both of them.

"Listen there's nothing to be sorry about. I'm not actually that offended. I've been stood up on dates worse than a cop saying they'd go to some stupid FOP picnic for some corndogs." She told him with a genuine smile. For what she was saying it was true, she didn't need Adam to feel sorry about something that had happened so long ago.

"Drink your coffee, and no need to swear on anyone's grave, considering that big stack of files you were carrying I don't think you'd have been able to drink any without dropping something." She chuckled before standing up from where she had been sitting. "We don't need a peace offering, there's no bad blood between the two of us, it's not like we dated or anything. But I'm not here just to give you shit about corndogs. I'm actually here because I'm your newest undercover for your case. I won't get made as easily......not saying that you guys would but because I'm not with the CPD and since this case has some form of police corruption to it I can't be made as easily." She admitted to Adam.

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It hit her hard when Ruzek never showed up to the FOP picnic. It wasn’t the fact that she though she might have a shot at dating him or anything, she felt more like he had just said that for her to only help him and the CPD Intelligence unit. Eventually it slipped her mind though until one day she had been assigned to work closely with Intelligence as an undercover officer, knowing she might not get made as easy as another officer in the CPD and she found her way sitting in the bullpen when Adam came in. 

“So you must really not like corndogs, to completely avoid the picnic. Kinda hurt feeling like I was used like a CI.” She told him, somewhat serious but also somewhat jokingly. Charlene wasn’t one to typically hold grudges against people.

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   Ruzek was reading a file as he walked up the stairs, coffee in other hand. He didn’t at all need to see where he was going since he’d now walked the same steps for years and knew the surrounding maybe better than his apartment, honestly.

   He made the slight turn toward his desk and froze in his movement when he heard the familiar voice, then saw the familiar face sitting there. He watched her for a rather long moment before letting the papers down on the desk before he leaned against Jay’s desk instead.

   “I’m… actually not as crazy about them as I might’ve made it sound like back then, no..” He nodded along with his words, squeezed an eye shut and tried to show his shame and guilt by offering an awkward smile. Adam reached up to rub himself on the neck while he let himself fully process this situation.

   “Look, uh… I’m sorry about that.” He told her, letting the arm fall back down in defeat. He’d been an ass, honestly. “I should’ve told you right away. I trapped myself in a bit of a sticky situation there. Which is.. no excuse. But for what it’s worth; I’m sorry.”

   Adam glanced down at the coffee in his hands and then lifted his arm with the cup, holding it out for Charlene to take. “Peace offering. I haven’t touched it yet, I swear on my grand father’s grave.”