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PostSubject: The streets   Wed Sep 02, 2009 11:53 pm

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.
That was the only sound that seemed to be herd in the streets of Hartley Bay's streets. The leaves under the twin girl's feet crunched and moved around. A small wind blew some of the leaves in front of The Twins and they slowed their walking to a stop. The streets were almost completely empty. "Ami... this is a little scary... No one is around." Ali said with a soft and shivery voice. She grabbed onto Ami's hand tightly and looked at her to see if she was scared as well. Ami was wearing her usual small spring dress but she had a dark blue scarf around her neck. Ali was wearing her tan colored dress with a tan colored scarf. They looked the same except for the colors in their clothes. Even though it was chilly they were still wearing the small spring dresses. They never got smart enough to buy some warmer cloths so they bared the cold for now. Ami nodded a bit to her sister and gripped her hand a bit.
"Its okay.. I'm a little scared too... Maybe they are scared of the spirits here, But I don't sense any yet.... Just wait a bit I'm sure we will be welcomed soon." Ali told Ami with a smile. They both nodded at the same time and walked down the street slowly, looking around at the buildings, seeing some people peaking in their windows. The girls looked at each other nervously and then stopped in the middle of the street. They were in front of a Cafe but they weren't planning to go in unless they were welcomed and invited in. They were a little nervous about this place. The streets seemed tense and the Twins didn't like it at all.
"Or... Maybe.." Ali started then looked at each other and grinned a bit as they spoke at the same time.
"They aren't very friendly." They giggled a bit at the fact they spoke at the same time then looked around hopelessly. "Maybe we should knock on a door......Okay! You first!... No way! Why me?" They said at the same time. They both put their hands over their mouth and started laughing out loud. As soon as they stopped they hugged each other then nodded.
"Okay We knock at the same time." Ami told Ali and smiled as they found a house they felt good about. They both took a deep breath and at the same time knocked on the door and put their hands to the side, still holding hands. Their hearts pounded hard against their chest. They were nervous about this, Half expecting the person to yell at them and slam a door in their face. All they could do is wait and hope that the person who answered was nice.


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PostSubject: Re: The streets   Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:28 pm



The canvas was largely empty at the moment, a dilapidating, neglected hole filled the center of the page, a minimal number of brush strokes had been inflicted upon the drawing area. At this point the painting would even be rejected by the minimalist art scene thought Elliot Yardley to himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to touch brush to canvas at the moment; he stared at his work in his darkened room, the single light source shining upon the canvas, illuminating the rudimentary brush strokes. The easel was propped up at a slight angle in the center of the room, and Elliot simply stared at it, lost in thought, and the tranquility of the silence.

To anyone walking in, his mother and father (not that they would ever dare enter his studio…) it would appear as if he was frozen in time, a lanky bespectacled 15 year old, brush frozen half way to the canvas. He thought to the fires of Pompeii, how the populace of the city were frozen mid act, some crying some praying… the vast majority killing or looting, but the masses killed and preserved by the volcanic ash. For some reason it made the teenager smile, a feeling of knowing came over him and he lowered his brush simply staring in awe at his work thus far. He though about these things, made connections no one would understand much less think of. He was the smartest person in Hartley Bay he had convinced himself.

The floor of Elliot’s room was littered with crumpled up papers, dirty clothes, art utensils. It was officially school time yes, and a school day for that matter, but the recent events had made his parents more then content to have him play hooky. The recent events. It sounded so trivial when said like that, recent events were things like Football games, weddings and birthdays. This, this situation Hartley Bay found itself grasped in the dark clutches of… Elliot would not be content to define it as “Recent Events.” And leave it at that. Elliot established in his mind he wouldn’t be content if people were running down the streets screaming at the top of their lungs

“THE KIDS ARE FUCKING MISSING.”

No, that wouldn’t give the situation near enough attention as it warranted. This town should be crawling with police, the military should be swarming the area after the 10th disappearance, and the fucking Mounties should have been razing the forests and raiding homes looking for answers thought Elliot. But as it stood now, after the 16th child it appeared that the timid, naive people of Hartley Bay would bar the mounting problem with… what? Locked doors! Curfews! Half assed and scared to death search parties not bothering to even organize themselves correctly! Yes, that was the Hartley Bay way, and Elliot cursed himself nightly for being born into such a backwards hick town.

Elliot shook himself from thought and refocused on the lines on the canvas. He had a rudimentary head. He had finished the eyes, and the hair was sprouting from her head in thin wavy brush strokes. It wouldn’t do not at this stage; her hair was longer then that. It had been Chesnutt brown occasionally covered in a Yankees ball cap, she had an odd thin nose, when she was younger some freckles on her face. Long powerful legs, a natural track athlete, and somewhat of a rebellious streak a tinge of you’re typical whiny “no one understands me” teenage bullshit. But Elliot was optimistic, he knew better than anyone. And he would complete this one, like the others before it, just another image to hang in his gallery one day. Label: The Jessica Spooner Series. He chuckled when he thought to what her grieving parents would think, would they understand how he had hoisted a dreary everyday teenage bitch up from the obscurity of small town living to this artistic height? He didn’t think so. Jessica’s father had been a factory worker; he probably didn’t have enough brain cells to comprehend Da Vinci, let alone someone like Kandinsky, Munch or Klimt. No, he would have to take Elliot’s word for it when he would put down glorifying his daughters disappearance and inevitable death as “Artistic Expression.” Maybe he’d give some royalties to him, kind of a thank you for bringing his artistic inspiration into the world? The second Mr. Robert Borden started flowing from his hand; Elliot would understand if Mr. Spooner forgot all about whatsername. Typical really. They would never understand what an honor Elliot was bestowing upon her. Never.

Elliot went for his brush again, washing it clean of the paint residue. Time for the next step, the basics are down, to be expanded upon later. He had all the time in the world, all the ideas, all that mattered was the execution now.
Coming in from the sides.
Red and a touch of black.
Just a touch.
To show what it really means.

The muffled sound of the doorbell broke Elliot from his mental concentration; he put the brush down carefully. He’d finish later; the doorbell was always a surprise, especially at 1 in the afternoon, especially in Hartley Bay. He got up from his seat in the darkened room and headed over grasping the door handle.

Golgotha.

Elliot opened the door and paused for a beat. His expression became one of perplexed interest and he muttered to himself as he headed downstairs.

“Why would I think of that?”

A slightly sinister intent seemed to creep upon this word, but Elliot pushed it from his mind to a more coherent mystery, who would be walking the streets of Hartley Bay at all?

Elliot reached the front door and opened it wide. Elliot was dumbstruck for a minute at the two girls standing there; he pushed up his glasses and looked at them with confusion. Door to door salesmen? Ugh… or members of some church? Elliot pushed this away; the only way to find out was to ask. The paint stains on Elliot’s shirt he half acknowledged and became embarrassed of. They were cute enough girls and he didn’t want to look like a slob. Too late for that he supposed.

“Yes, what can I do for you?” He asked.
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PostSubject: Re: The streets   Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:06 pm

The wind lightly blue Ami's hair in her face. Ali reached over and quickly fixed it before a young male answered the door. He looked about their age maybe a little younger and they were surprised to get someone their age to answer. They half expected some old person or an adult to answer the door. So obviously their reaction was a little different then how they would have reacted to an elder but they were the same as each others reaction. The both smiled sweetly and waved with their opposite hands. Since their other hands were holding each others. "Hi there!" Of course they spoke at the same time. But soon Ali went a little quiet.
"I'm Ami... And this is Ali... We were wondering where everyone was... and if there was a place around here that we could maybe stay?" Ami spoke as Ali looked at the male in front of her. Ali noticed the paint stains and how he dressed. Automatically she guessed he was an artist but she wouldn't say anything out loud. She usually let Ami talk first then she would tell Ami if she felt there was something wrong. They had worked like that for years now and it wasn't about to change.

Ali took a quick glance into his house and then looked back at the guy. She didn't sense anything bad yet. She didn't even sense a spirit. She glanced at Ami and nodded to her then spoke to the male. She didn't want to be known as the silent Sister because she wasn't silent all the time. She was a little more quiet then Ami but not much quieter.Ami saw Ali nod then smiled and gripped Ali's hand. "Yea.. Its a little cold out so if you know any hotels or anyone willing to let us stay at their place for a few days that would be great." The girls nodded at the same time, agreeing with each other then watching the male in front of them. They were finally done speaking so now it was only a matter of time before the male either yelled at them, slammed the door in their face, Introduced himself, Invited them in, Pointed them away, asked them to leave. or many other reactions. The girls just hoped he would react in a kind way. So far he seemed kind. They didn't seem to worried about him slamming the door or yelling because of his age... Unless this guy had major problems then he might.


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PostSubject: Re: The streets   Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:00 am



Elliot was to be frank, perplexed at the pair of girls at his door. Elliot, and as an extension, his parents knew just about everyone within Hartley Bay, but this duo he had never seen before. Elliot was puzzled by them, seeking confirmation of one another’s actions… speaking together… and… green hair? It must be dyed Elliot assured himself, but still he was awestruck as to why two twins would dye their hair exactly the same shade of green of all things. They had to be twins, Elliot thought. Very confused twins to be heading to a backwater town like Hartley Bay.

“Uh… you probably should come in then… I’ll just, grab a phonebook. For the hotel for you guys.” With that, Elliot held the door opened and walked into his kitchen, not enough to warrant it being any hurry but enough to show he was interested in their honestly bizarre request. They certainly meant no harm, Elliot laughed thinking it something typical of his father as to say as of late.

“Don’t let the Wilsons borrow the milk. What if you came to harm? Don’t let the Johnsons borrow the lawnmower. What if you got hurt?” No it seemed now his parents and everyone else was quite stupidly suspicious of everyone else, and unwilling to reenact “happy pleasant nowhere’s-ville Canada” on que.

Elliot heard the pair shuffling in the hall, and he quickly yanked off the top of the fridge a rather large phonebook for Hartley Bay and the surrounding area, Hotels should be in the yellow pages Elliot reasoned. Taking the phonebook in hand he re-entered the hallway to find the pair shuffling about and it suddenly hit him, he couldn’t tell them much apart. He handed the phonebook to the one girl, he thought it was Ali but he wasn’t sure. This entire incident, weird green haired twins from out of town asking for a hotel, while being odd wasn’t something Elliot had time to mull over, not when his creative juices were flowing so well. He somewhat disliked the two for interrupting him in his work, but he was a bastard and he knew they didn’t intend it, so he didn’t have much a point kicking up a fuss about them.

“Here, there should be the number for a local hotel in here… not quite sure where it is off by heart, but its somewhere downtown.(not as if Hartley Bay really HAD a downtown, but the center of the town more like)”

Elliot scratched his head… his curiousity was getting the better of him, and he decided to make some small talk.

“So… why’re you two visiting Hartley Bay?”
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PostSubject: Re: The streets   Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:50 pm

Ali and Ami looked at each other and smiled when he invited them in then walked in and slowly let go of each others hands. It was a nice house in their opinion. They expected the houses in this town to be nice and roomy and that's just what this was. Personally they both liked the place and would live there. Its funny how they decide that and thy have only seen the hall way. The aura around the house was relaxing though. There was no upset spirits in this person's home. None at all.

After just looking around the room the girls looked at each other and quickly turned to see the male bring them a phone book and hand it to Ali. Ali grabbed it and looked down at it. She laced it on a table that was next to her and Ami turned to the male that had kindly invited them into his home. "Thank you for your help. We really appreciate it." Ami said kindly as she started to lean over Ali's shoulder and searched for the hotel number.

Ali's finger slowly slid down the page as she looked for this Hotel that the guy was talking about. Just as she found it she giggled a bit and pointed at the number. She was about to say she found it when she herd the guys question. Without even looking at her sister they both spoke at once. "We are here to search for un-rested spirits!" The twins giggled a bit and Ali decided to let Ami speak a bit more before she announced that she found the number.
" We were told that there were a lot of spirits up here so we came to check it out....." Ami said and stopped talking, letting Ali finish what Ami was saying.
"Since we travel a lot we are used to this." The girls nodded at each other, basically telling each other they were done with that thought. "I found the hotel number! " Ali finally announced and giggled. Ami smiled brightly and clapped her hands together once and held them in front of her.
"Perfect! Could you show us to your phone please?" Ami asked sweetly.

Ali held her finger on the spot of the number so that she didn't lose it then leaned over to Ami's ear. "Did he tell us his name yet?" She whispered so only Ami could here. Am shook her head and shrugged saying she didn't know why he hasn't said it.
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PostSubject: Re: The streets   Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:55 am



"We are here to search for un-rested spirits!" The girls announced.

Well. That summed things up pretty nicely Elliot thought to him self as he stared at the giggling girls. Elliot admitted to himself, this was a new one. He’d never heard something quite so… out there in his life. His mind briefly flashed back to one of the more unusual Monty Python sketches, “The Silly Olympics” which in retrospect seemed to make even MORE sense then these two girls. Twin giggling ghost hunters with green hair. Elliot suppressed the inner urge to laugh at both this thought and the girls; he instead scratched his head and coughed hoping it would mask his laugh effectively enough. It apparently did as both twins didn’t seem to make much notice to his actions.

Elliot for a split and very happy second thought they were joking, trying to mess with him, but as Elliot regained his composure from the ‘joke’, his eyebrow raised in puzzlement. The second girl Ali he thought it was (Or was it Ami? He really, really couldn’t tell anymore and he threw the notion of asking again to the back of his mind, it didn’t really matter) continued on talking, going on about searching for spirits… and Elliot realized they weren’t joking. They were dead-pan serious; or rather they would be if they’d stop giggling about hunting for ghosts and spirits. As Elliot looked around he realized just how empty the house felt to him… the sheer lack of any other noise, not the radio whimsically chattering on in the kitchen, or the dehumidifier, or furnace or whatever the hell made noise on its own, made his house seem quite foreign, especially with such odd company. This time there was no way to hide his bewilderment to the subject matter from the girls and his mind instantly went from incredulous disbelief to… well not exactly concern, but inquiry as to the mental health of these girls.

Before Elliot could interrupt the dynamic green duo, the girl (Ami? Ali?) with the phone book jabbed with her finger at the number and giggle again at her sister. They switched the conversation fluidly to that of the Hotel again, as if they’d just told Elliot they were on a camping trip, or visiting a grandparent….

“Er…”

Elliot managed to mumble before he stopped himself; he could go in depth as to why they were completely loony, validate every fact and back it up but…. The sheer incredulous nature of the two girls would make it a waste of time… and somewhat unsettlingly, Elliot thought if he told them they were wrong they’d try to convince him otherwise. No, this was best ignored. Ignored and with enough tact, Elliot would have this bizarre and growing stranger by the second encounter thrust into his memory to be forgotten, and then he would begin the task of refocusing himself mentally to his work. Suddenly, the girl without the phone book clapped her hands together and smiled, breaking Elliot from his mental state before he really had a chance to sink in.

"Perfect! Could you show us to your phone please?" She asked sweetly, however no matter of well, to be honest with himself hotness at this stage would convince Elliot of getting on a first name basis with these girls. Phone. Get the phone, and get back to normal life.

“Right, uh one second I’ll grab it.” Elliot said and he headed back again into the kitchen to fetch the cordless phone off the top of the fridge.

On his way over Elliot grinned, Twin giggling ghost hunters with green hair…. he thought of Scooby Doo bursting down the door to join the pair any second and it made him snicker more, wouldn’t THAT just complete the circle of wackiness. Elliot for a moment wished he still went to school; this would make a great story to tell people, regardless of how much he enjoyed his peers company. “Hey did I ever tell you guys about the time the two green haired nutty chicks came to talk to spirits?” Grade A Ripley’s believe it or not material, if he could convince others of its truth. A part of him wanted nothing more then to walk back in that room and cruelly and methodically tear they’re juvenile beliefs limb from limb until they cried. A shiver ran down Elliot’s spine as he realized what was stopping him from doing so is that he was busy as opposed to caring….

Returning to the hall, Elliot tossed the phone to the girl who had requested it (He was now FAIRLY certain that it was Ali…) and leaned up against the wall, scratching his head.

“Well,” he started but stopped himself short. Remember. Don’t insult the crazy chicks. They might bite. Just small talk and keep them busy.

“Well, that’s nice. Good luck with that…. I…. suppose you got that from…. All the disappearances then? Well, that idea I mean. The spirits I mean.” Elliot stumbled. It was all just TOO weird…. Go back to the basics…

“Uh… well, since you’re new here… My name’s Elliot. Welcome to Hartley Bay.” Elliot said, not bothering to move to shake either of the girls hands, a tinge of sarcasm and acidity added onto the welcoming, just enough to hint at its existence, but not enough to sound rude.
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