Open | Action: When the ghost becomes a boy

[deathbysk8board]

It isn't so much that Noah walks through a door. After all, he's more spirit than boy, more energy than being. But somehow, when he finds himself on a near a copse of trees, he seems to have a body. He can't tell if he's cold or not - he never felt cold, after all, even when he was dead and people said he was cold.

But this isn't Cabeswater. This isn't anywhere he's been. He doesn't know where he is and he doesn't know where his friends are.

And ... well, the things he doesn't know outnumber the things he does know and he's scared (which ... probably isn't a surprise). He wrings his hands together, turning a slow circle and he moves to where he's standing on a sidewalk.

"H-hello?" he manages. Can anyone even hear him without Blue's energy? Will Ronan and the others find him? The smudgy boy looks around, wide-eyed, his faded Aglionby sweater hanging loosely on him.

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[deathbysk8board]

"You can wish things into being?" That sounds crazy. Noah looks between Ronan and the road. "Everyone can do this? Or is it a greywaren thing?"

[fictor]

"Everyone as far as I can tell," Ronan answers. "I dream things though. I dream them all the time, but I didn't dream the car and I didn't dream the barns."

It's more than a little unsettling. Ronan knows that even if he is grateful for it.

[deathbysk8board]

And they still appeared. Interesting, at least to Noah. Not that he knows what to wish for. Not that it matters. He keeps a strong grip on the door handle and giggles a little again when Ronan takes a tight turn. "Maybe my Mustang."

[fictor]

And they still appeared. Of course, Ronan had had to find the Barns. He'd been driving the road one night and caught sight of them through the windshield. For a moment, he'd thought he was hallucinating. Ronan can't help but grin at Noah's giggle, at the wish he supposes he might make.

"Fuck yes. Finally I'll have someone to race."

[deathbysk8board]

"Knowing my luck, it wouldn't even run," Noah says with a shrug.

And it would have MURDERED written all over it. "What are you supposed to be showing me?" he asks, looking back out the window.

[fictor]

"Adam will fix it then," Ronan responds glibly. He's got no doubt that if the mustang doesn't run, Adam can fix it.

As for the murdered part, they'll figure out how to sandblast it and paint over it if that's the case, but if it's just in pollen and dust, Ronan will wash it for him.

"Figured I'd take you out to the Barns,' he says as he slows the BMW down and crests a hill. The Barns lay in the valley below.

[deathbysk8board]

"Oh," Noah says both to the idea and the reality laid out in front of them. "Wow."

He holds tight, asking, "and it just showed up here. Just ... all of it? Like this?"

Yeah, he'll definitely wish for his Mustang.