Once Upon a Midnight Tragedy.. (Dino and Kai)
 

Name: Damien O'Conner
Age: 19-25.. the years have added so quickly for him he's long forgotten
Appearance: http://i214.photobucket.com/albums/c...cana/hot-1.jpg

He's one of the few who are able to say proudly that he stands between the world of life and of death, that he's not only able to see ghosts but communicate with them and proudly say that they often times listen to him, he's able to also say he's helped them cross over not only once but more times than he's able to count. He's one of the few people who proudly hold the title of ghost whisperer.

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"What time of year is this?" a young woman asked, her beautiful blue eyes shone with despair, he smiled "Early Spring" he answered after taking a casual sip from his ginsing tea "You can see me?" she asked again, and he nodded, those who surrounded him in the Cafe thought of him as the local man who had too much on his plate and had simply gone insane. He had recently pierced his lower lip into the formation of two snakebites. His hair fell down around his shoulders while the girl approached him, she was bleeding from her chest area where there was a wide, gaping hole. He winced when she sat down, an inaudible creak echoed from her chest "How did you die?" he asked softly, she whimpered and pointed to the hole, she couldnt have been much older than thirteen, no developed chest, boy-ish body, sad eyes.. he nodded "my father.." she spoke softly "this is all his fault!" his cup shattered, hot liquid spilling out onto his tender flesh, Damien sinced and dabbed the liquid hoping to get all traces of it off of him "Are yo--" before he could finish his question, she was gone.

Name: Delilah Moore
Age: 18-19 she doesnt recall
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Abandoned in the woods one stormy night after a wild party she was hit in the head with a branch that broke off a tree. She didnt die but she suffered severe memory loss. Now she doesnt know who she is or why she woke up in the woods. She only knows her name is Delilah because she had a locket with her name inside. Now shes trying to find out where she belongs. She tried looking up her parents but they had died a few years before. She lives with who will bring her in but she never stays long. She just wishes someone who knew her before the accident will tell her who she belongs to.
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"Yes sir, i need a job here please" a blonde girl with forest green eyes pleaded with a balding man standing at a cafe counter. "Well are you good as listening and remembering orders" he asked her. The girls eyes widened, "Y-yes i suppose i am" She said quietly looking down. "Well....Delilah i suppose you can start tomorrow" Delilahs head snapped up and a smile spread across her pretty face, "Oh thank you sir!" She exclaimed clapping her hands together. She grabbed the cider she ordered before she asked about a job and walked slowly to a table. hopefully i can keep this one she thought sighing.

Damien looked down at his tea then up at a woman who was approaching one of the open tables near himself, sighed and stood up, payed for his drink and slowly approached her "excuse me miss?" why do i feel drawn to her? he asked himself looking down at his feet then up at her, he had bright, dazzling blue eyes which had locked upon her forest green ones, although she was confused and didnt quite remember who she was, he felt drawn to her. Had they once partied together? While he stood before her, the wind caught his hair, throwing it about him in wild tufts.

Just when he was about to abandon his rational idea of why he was drawn to her, a shriek sounded from beside her, one that caused him to wince, although no one else had heard it. Quickly he dropped to his knees holding his head, feeling as if a large branch had fallen from above, clonking him square on the head, when he was able to regain his composure he rubbed a closed fist into one of his eyes, staring up at Delilah in amazement "you're the girl they found in the woods" his voice was seeping with incredulity.

Delilah looked up as a man walked over to her, "Oh um hello" oh he has pretty eyes she thought looking into them, they were an amazing blue color. She tipped her head and watched his hair blow it was oddly hypnotic, yet it reminded her of something.....but what! while she was watching he suddenly dropped to his knees holding the sides of his head. She pushed her chair back her green eyes wide with fright. "Are you alright!?" she shrieked. She took a sharp breath when he asked her if she was the one they found in the woods, "Yes i am" she said slowly.

"that branch didnt fall you know.. it was cut and thrown" he said calmly unable to fathom what was coming out of his mouth at strange speeds, he winced yet again before standing on his own two feet "dont ask how i know.. i just do" for fear of his own well being he would keep her in the dark about his gift "My name is Damien" he repeated if he had already given his name, with a small smile he bowed to her, hoping to give her as much respect has he could muster "have you gotten your memory back?" It was a simple enough question and yet sweetly asked, one that not many people would have asked or even have cared to ask.

Delilahs forest green eyes narrowed at the man, she loathed anyone who brought up that particular night, but yet she could bring herself to do the same when this particular man spoke of it. She made herself stand up straighter, "no i did not" she said quietly, "How di-" she stopped when he told her not to ask. "You already told me that" she said her eyes following him as he bowed. Her eyes narrowed again and she gritted her teeth together, "No i havent" she said it as kindly as she could muster, her eyes sparking up a fire.

"You will soon" he said confidently, tucking his pagan pentacle back into his deep gray dress shirt, he noticed her sudden shift in behavior, hung his head low then shook it "i'm sorry if i've crossed a line or something" he mumbled "i just.. saw-- nevermind just nevermind, i'm sorry for crossing some boundaries" his voice was small, suppressed and sincere, yet somehow, demanding, one that made himself hate it, just as he was ready to walk away he made eye contact with the same spirit as earlier, he attempted to walk either past her or through her, but, the spirit grabbed his wrist, he jumped back and swatted at her "please! dont! i-i.. what do you want? who killed you?" to Delilah he'd look insane, and yet, to anyone else, he looked normal "No one can help me.. not even you" she disappeared once again.

"I still havent gotten it back and its been almost two years since it happened!" she said her voice only a tiny bit below yelling, it had a sharp edge to it, her green eyes were bright. Then she took a deep breath and her voice softened after seeing his expression, "Look you can sit dow-" she stopped when he started freaking out talking about someone being killed she looked around everyone was still calm. Her heartbeat was racing, she walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "Are you alright?" she asked him blinking. She looked around to see who he was talking to but saw no one.

"Y-yeah i'm fine. Sorry for bothering you" he spoke softly slowly walking away, taking whatever sanity he had left, with him. He had, so many times before, explained to people that he wasnt insane, that the spirits he saw were real, that death wasnt the end, but only the beginning "When you see me again, you'll have a small piece of your life back" were the only words before he handed her a small key, one to a safety deposit box in the better side of town, away from what he considered the ghetto "I'm sorry for having inconvenienced you Ms. Delilah" he spoke again, hoping she'd piece the numbers hanging off of the o ring attached to the key to what box they belonged to, hopefully whatever lay inside would be pictures to trigger who she was back then, or perhaps, she wasnt who she said she was at all, perhaps her soul was a step in, to the body she now controlled. Perhaps the soul within belonged to another woman, one who was lost not too long ago and wanted a second chance at life..

Damien's head was beginning to spin in circles while he thought of all the possibilities of what could possibly be happening, that's when a gunshot fired into the air, and there stood his father, bag in hand ready to rob whatever civilians he could. Such materialistic inclinations, such a disappointment.