I got the Seven male, so I went ahead and evened it out.
Sort of trigger warning: This is creepy as heck. I legit spooked myself out writing it and really wish my roommate didn't leave her closet open. The form mentioned things I happen to know a lot about and I do NOT hide my feelings on the subject.
Mico Samson- District Seven male
(Thirteen at time of scene)
Let me have her back. Just for a few minutes. Let me hear her telling me she loves me. Let me feel her arms hugging me tight, and the way her hand cradled the back of my head.
It didn't matter that I didn't have the fancy boxed-up board that the toy store sold. It was the intent, not the materials. A sheet of paper and a wadded-up piece I'd torn off would have the same effect, or lack of. What mattered was the sincere desire to contact, and the desire of the other side to be contacted.
"Of my own heart and will, I open this space to visitors spiritually and otherwordly," I started, reciting the greeting written on the back of the box in the store. "Spirits, enter this space and channel my energy as your vessel."
My hand wavered as I laid it gently on the paper. I expected it to feel warm, even to burn me. Some subtle energy seemed to emanate from the planchette, filling the dark room around me with simmering potential. My heartbeat pulsed in the pad of my finger on the paper.
Unsure of what to do next, I lifted my hand. The room seemed darker, though nothing had changed. I was suddenly aware of how far away my father was, working in the lumberyards while I claimed to be sick. The lack of light in the room gathered around me.
"Is there a spirit here?" I asked. I stared at the planchette, emotion welling behind my eyes as I prayed to I didn't know what. I felt something. It was inexplicable- something I sensed but didn't know what sense I used to do it. There was a manifestation in the back of my mind, an insistent, whispering truth of otherness.
My chest went cold when the planchette moved. It shifted, slightly but sharply jumping sideways. My heart beat inward, constricting on itself, as my own eyes saw the planchette slide itself on the paper toward one of the words I'd prewritten.
YES
My sternum heaved as I breathed. The room was heavy around me. The warm, stifling pressure of the room had grown so quickly but subtly I hadn't noticed it. Everything seemed to dwindle around the paper, like if I looked into the corners of my eyes, it would be pitch black.
"Is Wisteria Samson there?" I asked, my voice shaking. Please. Please.
The planchette slid off the word, crawling toward the letters arranged across the page. As it moved, I found that I knew what it was going to say next, each letter on the page like an echo of what I heard in my mind.
S-H-E-I-S-H-E-R-E
I laughed suddenly, shuddering in the middle as it turned into a sob. "Please! This is her son Mico. Ask her to come, please," I begged. Everything I knew about the universe had shifted in a single moment, and it didn't matter one bit.
The message was long, eking out one crawling letter at a time. A deep humming built up inside my ears, almost inaudible at first, but building in timbre until it vibrated through me. A presence seemed to ooze from the paper, hanging in the room around me. It soaked into the walls and floors, settling in like a coat of paint.
C-A-N-N-O-T-B-E-U-N-D-O-N-E
"I know. I know she can't come back. But can we still talk?" I asked.
A-L-W-A-Y-S
"Can she stay with me?" I asked. My heart throbbed in time with the energy of the room. I felt foreign emotions inside my head, feelings spilling over from the not-me in the space around me. A pocket of space spread behind my breastbone. I had the impression of laughter.
N-E-V-E-R-L-E-A-V-E-Y-O-U
Don't MESS with OUIJA BOARDS! For more info, PM LadyCordeliaStuart, who has seen things most people wouldn't believe. But not by playing with Ouija boards!
Mico has slightly wavy black hair that almost touches his shoulders. His eyes are a deep brown, and have a threatening look to them. He stands at about 5'9".
BRB going to Latvia tomorrow. Back around March 14th.
