[center][h1][b][u][color=cyan]Cyan[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center][hr][b][color=yellow]TAGS:[/color][/b] [@Bartimaeus][hr]
Cyan had to take two steps for each of Samoth's one, but he managed to keep up.  The passed through the lobby into the equally, if not seemingly more decrepit, hallway of the northeastern section.  The apartment doors were evenly spaced in a zigzag pattern.  Three meters, apartment on the left, three meters, apartment on the right, three meters, apartment on the left, and so on.  Across the hall from most of the doors were electric wall lamps, though some had lamps on poles connected to the ground.  Of all the lamps in the hallways, all but one were entirely dysfunctional, and the one that worked was dim.  Cyan wondered why it worked at all, who was paying for that?  The pattern-less carpet was worn, torn, and dirty, with parts peeled back revealing a tile floor beneath.

Samoth walked up to the first door and after trying the door to find it was either locked or just stuck, he smashed it open with his boot.  Cyan, assuming he could probably handle whatever was in there and if he couldn't, he could just call out, moved on to the next door.  This one was missing a doorknob entirely, just having a hole on the right side.  Cyan knelt down to peak inside, when he heard and loud clatter and a grunt from Samoth.

[color=cyan]"Are you alright?"[/color] Cyan called in a worried voice, jumping to his feet and beginning to dash back to where he left Samoth.  He was interrupted by a sharp pain emanating from the back of his head, and he vanished as he fell forward.  Something had caused the lamp from across the hall to fall over and slam into Cyan's skull, to which he reacted instinctively by turning invisible.

After crumpling to the floor, Cyan whipped his head around to try and see what just hit him, and gasped in surprise and momentary fear at the horrific creature.  Behind him was a tall, semitransparent white humanoid with sunken cheeks and dark holes instead of eyes.  Instead of a nose, it had lose flaps as if the cartilage had been removed but pieces of skin remained.  Its crooked mouth gaped wide open, as if one of the joints in its jaw had snapped leaving the jaw hanging to one side.  Its hands were large, especially the fingers, and looked to be missing any resemblance of ectoplasmic flesh.  Wrapped loosely around its body and arms were strips of "cloth" that floated slightly, as if submerged in water.

Cyan froze in place on the floor as the ghost began glancing around wildly for where he went.  He'd heard about ghosts, but stories couldn't prepare anyone for their true monstrosity.  Eventually the ghost stilled, appearing to be listening.  Then it started moving slowly in the boy's general direction.  Cyan began to panic and did the first thing that popped into his mind.
[color=turquoise][i]'Heads: I can punch ghosts, Tails: Ghosts can punch me.'[/i][/color]

Materializing on his right thumb was a thin disk made of glass, clear but with a white design inside.  One side showed a smiling face, the other a frowning face.  Immediately when Cyan felt the weight on his fist, he flicked the coin upward, but moved his fist upward and caught it before it even began to fall.  After slamming it onto his left arm, he pulled his hand back.

[hr][center][color=yellow][b][u]COIN-FLIPS[/u][/b][/color]
Ghost Puncher vs. Ghost Punched - [color=lime]SUCCESS![/color][hr][color=yellow][u][b]SCOREBOARD[/b][/u][/color]
[b][color=lime]Heads: 1[/color] - [color=crimson]Tails: 0[/color][/b][/center][hr]