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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 19:16:05 GMT -5
Name: Tsugumi Nakamura
Gender: Female
Age: Died aged 29 in 1929, has been a ghost since then
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 19:41:34 GMT -5
Name: Ikuo Hashimoto Age: 29 Details: founder of Hashimoto Inc., billionaire Appearance:  |
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 20:10:18 GMT -5
(Alright I'll start)
It was a warm summer morning in the city of Tokyo and people lined the streets, either walking to work or school. The street food vendors were busy handing out food to business man who didn't have time to eat breakfast before leaving for work. Among all of the morning hustle and bustle was a young woman, walking along with all of the people. She was pale, even her lips matching her complexion, and her eyes were dark. Her long, jet black hair was pinned up in a traditional style, and her white and black kimono fit her loosely. She paid none of the people any mind, and they paid no mind to her. She was dead and unless she wanted someone to see her, they couldn't. She had just come from a lovely house in the suburbs of the city, where a little girl was wishing for her parents to stop fighting so they could be happy again. The ghostly woman made the two parents make up and the family was then fixed.
Now, she was on the move yet again, looking for someone else's wish to grant. That is the curse bestowed upon her.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 20:57:45 GMT -5
In a far corner of the city loomed an enormous building with 32 stories. It was the headquarters of Hashimoto Inc, and Ikuo was king. He was in his enormous office sitting in his luxurious leather chair, comfortable in expensive yet casual business wear and a cool expression framing his dark eyes as he spent his day answering calls, barking orders, and answering emails.
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 21:01:06 GMT -5
The ghost woman eventually sat down in a park that was straight in the heart of the city, sighing to herself. She watched as happy couples sat together by the pond, feeding each other breakfast and watching the swans float by. She began to think of her ex husband, a frown quickly coming to her face.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 21:22:48 GMT -5
Somewhere along the street, an ad was playing on a very large screen, something about the newest of technology being developed right in the heart of Tokyo with a slogan, "Wishes, made possible." Ikuo himself was shown on the screen with a professional smile and attractive tone, yet his eyes were completely hollow, he spoke "I am Hashimoto Ikuo, CEO of Hashimoto Inc., where wishes are made possible." Then the ad cut and started over.
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 21:24:50 GMT -5
The ghost woman watched the ad curiously over and over before standing, deciding to make her way to the Hashimoto Inc. building. Their slogan intrigued her, and she began to laugh as she thought about it. "Mr. Hashimoto has no clue about granting wishes..."
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 21:30:39 GMT -5
The building was very modern, and each room in it was far too large for the simple furnishing within it, all black with white walls and light wood flooring. Every employee was dressed in business casual, including the secretaries at the front desk that barely contained their panicked faces behind the dull facades as their papers and workloads piled up endlessly. A much older gentleman was speaking with one about his appointment with Mister Hashimoto.
"He is on the 32nd floor, sir, the elevator is that way," she told him with a plastered on smile as she pointed to the elevator.
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 21:33:03 GMT -5
After listening in on the conversation, the ghost woman made her way to the elevator, pressing the button that would take her to the thirty second floor.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 21:37:53 GMT -5
Another desk was in the immediate room with another secretary behind it, looking even more flustered than the previous. There were only two doors going outside of the room, one with a bathroom sign, the other said "Mr. Hashimoto" across it, when the older man came through the elevator he spoke with the secretary and she picked up her phone to notify Ikuo, who was busy typing away at his computer like a mad-man.
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 21:39:21 GMT -5
She stood behind the older man, waiting for him to go into the office so she could follow behind him.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 21:43:13 GMT -5
After stuttering through the phone, she put it back down and gave the same empty smile "he will be with you in a moment, you may sit if you would like? Can I get you some water?"
After a few minutes her phone rang and she jumped, answered, then waves the man to the door, "Mr. Hashimoto will see you now"
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 21:46:19 GMT -5
The woman stood along with the man, following him into the office. She looked around at the large room, taking in every detail before her eyes fell onto Mr. Hashimoto. She could feel his loneliness and emptiness, and though she felt sorry for him, she could not do anything to help him unless he made a wish. She sighed, sitting in one of the two chairs that were across from his desk.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:00:37 GMT -5
He smiled at the man, but the smile did not meet his frankly dead eyes. He stretched an arm over his desk "Mr. Fujibayashi, how nice to meet you, I am quite excited to talk about our deal..."
"I feel the same way, Mr. Hashimoto," the man regarded him pleasantly as he sat down, he was obviously another high up business man, though he spoke like he was under Ikuo in the chain.
The two of them spoke for some time, frequently being interrupted by a short phone call of someone in need of Ikuo's orders, they talked about some very large business deal or trade, but the language was very hard to understand. He was then interrupted by a knock on the door before his anxious secretary stepped in.
"Sir, so sorry to interrupt-"
"What is it?" Ikuo snapped at her
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 22:03:56 GMT -5
The ghost jumped slightly at his sudden snapping, looking between him and the secretary.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:10:52 GMT -5
"y-your next appointment is here, sir-" she stammered
"Cancel it, I am busy." He ordered quickly, waving her out.
Hey eyes widened in horror "s-sir he-"
"I said cancel it," he almost growled, no one argued him.
"Yes, sir." She said quickly before closing the door again
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 22:12:20 GMT -5
"Oh, what an empty heart..." The woman said as she stood, going over to the window to gaze out at the view.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:31:33 GMT -5
They spoke some more before coming to an agreement that Hashimoto seemed excited about, when the old man left he stood and grabbed up his coat, going to leave his office.
"Cancel my appointments and meetings this afternoon, I am heading out," he tells his secretary as he heads to the elevator with a smug expression.
"Yes, sir," she says as he leaves
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 22:32:53 GMT -5
The ghost woman stayed behind him the entire time, making her footsteps match his even though he wouldn't be able to hear her either way.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:40:47 GMT -5
He went outside, people gawking at him along the way, and waited for his car to be pulled up, climbing in the back once he had, "the club, I would like to celebrate my newest addition to the company," Hashimoto told the man behind the wheel sharply, though he seemed happier now
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 22:42:03 GMT -5
She sat beside him in the back seat, looking around at the gorgeous interior of the car. She had never seen such beauty, not even when she was alive.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:47:35 GMT -5
They go to another grand building that seemed like a club for rich people, as he came in it was obvious people knew who he was, men bristled up, feeling intimidated, and women tried their best to show off whatever they had to catch his attention, though he payed no mind to any of them as he sat and ordered a drink, being served immediately
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 22:53:26 GMT -5
As soon as the woman stepped into the club, she shook her head. "This isn't really a place I would like to visit... It was nice following you around Mr. Hashimoto but the day ends here. Perhaps I shall see you again soon." She grinned as she exited the club, beginning to wander the streets again.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 22:58:58 GMT -5
Late in the evening he finally comes out of the building, drunk, as the man drives his car up again to pick him up. Hashimoto stumbles into the backseat.
"Your home, sir?" The man asks only to be answered by an incoherent Mumble
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 23:02:15 GMT -5
The woman was sitting on a bench nearby, enjoying the warm air as it hit her skin.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 23:11:04 GMT -5
The car rolled off to yet another grand building, this one the one he called home, just on the outside of Tokyo. Hashimoto stumbled inside the door as the other man parked the car and followed him inside. The house could be summed up as extremely over-spacious, with four floors that were only occupied by himself, his employee/bodyguard, and three maids. He clumsily went into the foyer, cutting into the living room and flopping onto a grand couch, knowing he shouldn't make an attempt to climb the stairs to his bedroom
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 23:13:48 GMT -5
The ghost woman suddenly felt an emptiness within her, though she knew it wasn't her own. It was someone else's heavy heart that she felt, and she wondered if it was Mr. Hashimoto's.
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 23:16:12 GMT -5
He laid on the couch staring up at the spinning ceiling, thinking to himself, 'i have everything, I am king... Then why... What is this feeling...' he grunts as his face contorts into a look of anger and pain, in his drunkenness there is a boundary within his thoughts that unravels
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Post by HerWhisperIsTheLucifer on Nov 30, 2017 23:19:12 GMT -5
She heard his words in her head, and she stood. "Yes, Mr. Hashimoto. Tell me what it is you desire..."
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Post by tsuchimi246 on Nov 30, 2017 23:22:56 GMT -5
He suddenly yells and sits up, throwing the first thing he says across the room, which was a vase that shattered on the wall "Where is my happiness?!" He screamed as the world tilted about him. His thoughts were angry 'i have money, women, power, where is the damn joy?!' he says as he lays down, his anger turning into a desperate plea 'i just... I just wish for happiness...'
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