Changing Of Times [Jet]

[Jethro Foster]

"Yes, it it." he smiled a bit wider, "Do you like it?"
He hoped so.
He never got complimented on his compositions. Though that was his fault. He was soo anit-social without meaning to be...most of the time.

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika gave a nod, "Yeah, it's really... Pretty, for lack of better term."
If I'm a homewrecker, then what's he? Joselie asked.
Tamika froze, since when did Josie spy on her. Furthermore, how was Josie spying on her?
Can you not just go die or something? She snapped, a frustrated look on her face. She knew that would silence Josie.
Check and mate.
"So what's this one called?" She asked, her voice probably sounding a bit short with him, which was obviously unintended. Tamika shoved the tissue back in her pocket and started putting a little eyeliner on.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet stopped through what he was about to say.
"I acutally don't give my sompositions names," he answered with a thoughtful look, "You can name it if you want too, it doesn't really bother me."
Why was he so apathetic towards everything?

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika grinned, "You could call it 'Jet's Mad Music Skillz - Volume 1'?"
She put her makeup away and starting watching the ghost of (presumably) an old gardener tending to the flowerbeds. It was the only thing stopping her going crazy. Could Jet be happy with this mindless chatter or was it kind of annoying him to?
Looking back at him she sighed, before reaching out to move a piece of his hair that had fallen out of place. "So how were your classes today?"

[Jethro Foster]

"They were classes," he shrugged, "I like it, ok that's what this tune is. JMMS for short though,"
Good with naming things too.
"What about yours?"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

"I don't know, I didn't go," Tamika replied, watching the gardener again, wondering if he knew that both he and his flowers were dead. She considered sending him over, but he wasn't doing any harm, so what was the point? Sighing, she attempted to apologise to Josie whilst Jet was playing, but was being blocked. Which was extremely irritating. Instead, she resorted to playing with the frays of her jeans and glancing at Jet every now and again.

[Jethro Foster]

Tamika started to fidget beside him. He changed what he was playing into a softer tune though it was still pretty fast.
"I wonder..." he said thoughtfully, his hands and fingers moving themselves, "I wonder. Tamika? Can you scare ghosts?"
He smiled encouragingly at her.

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika thought about it for a second and shrugged.
"I think I can only surprise them. And then it's usually by telling them they're dead or that I can see them."
She stopped and thought again, her brow furrowed.
"It would maybe scare them if it was like, a known present that was like, evil or something and I threatened to send them over... Even then, I couldn't without them participating, as they have to go towards the light themselves."
A small laugh escaped again as she realised she was rambling.
"In short, probably not."

[Jethro Foster]

Jet frowned in annoyance.
"Well, that's no fun. Is it now?" what was with him and rhetorical questions?!
"Have you ever tried?" he wanted to know more about Tamika. Wanted to get to know her personality.
Why did he want to do this?
It's a mystery.

[Tamika Dombrovski]

She shook her head. "Nope. I don't like getting involved with spirits that don't need help because they end up pestering me. The ones that do need help are irritating enough," she sighed.
"The most I've done with the mediumship was let my body be took over, and that wasn't fun in the slightest..."

[Jethro Foster]

"Oh," Jet stopped playing, his thoughts running wild.
He didn't like the fact that Tamika had let her body be used by someone else. Even if that someone else was a ghost.
She had the strangest urge to protect her...but in order for him to that successfully he would have to have that power too or take it away from her.
He didn't fancy having a power like that and he doubted very much Tamika would like her powers being stripped from her.
No, he would just have to live with his friend talking and communicating to the dead.
"What does it feel like?"

[Tamika Dombrovski]

Tamika thought back, trying to remember as it had happened nearly a year ago.
"It doesn't really feel... Like anything. Mentally, I freaked out a bit. In saying, you would if you were standing by watching your body... I could do it now to show you if you like?" Tamika offered.

[Jethro Foster]

Did he?
"Eh, only if you want too," but he was intruiged.
What was it like to have your body taken over. Lose total control. Sitting at the back in a room like a prison cell.
Weird...

[Tamika Dombrovski]

"May as well, could be a laugh."
Tamika called out to the gardener she had been watching, trying to coax him over, "Do you know you're dead? Would you like help?"
He kept ignoring her, which was really bloody annoying.
"If you know you're dead take me over," she snapped.
After shouting at what would appear to be nothing to Jet, her head dropped and she went limp. A couple of seconds later, she looked back up again with an angry look. A gruff voice exclaimed, "Can you kids not just leave me alone?! I know I'm not alive, I like it here dammit! Bloody interfering little b**tards!"
She had a snarl on her face and the gruff voice kept saying 'No I will not leave, not until I'm left alone!"
Five minutes later she slumped again, looking like she was asleep.
"I'll never get used to that," her normal voice muttered as she lifted her head.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet hugged her shoulders lightly. She looked quite pale all of a sudden.
"I don't think that ghost was very nice...too uppity for me. What does if feel like to be posessed exactly?" it was so very hard not to press his lips to hers again. They were slightly pink.
He brushed her hair back a bit and moved away again when he thought she could hold herself.