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Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

Alright well...I woke up at like three AM like two days ago. I haven't been to sleep since. I make no promises on that post making sense, but it's up. Now if you'll excuse me, I am beyond tired. The bed is calling muh name.

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

Yeouch.

The girl that turned to face Eli looked...serious. Like, waaay too serious. That was the kind of look you only got when you’ve seen some shit and somehow walked away from it. If Eli had to guess, going off every single detail he knew about her (absolutely zilcho), then he would say...murder. This cold mama probably killed a couple fools on her way here this morning. Probably runs a massive criminal empire to boot.

Eli felt himself grinning despite his current predicament. Alright, so his little analysis of the girl was most likely downright wrong on so many level. Too many movies, Granny would say. But Granny also thought aliens were trying to abduct her cats so...maybe not linger too much on that bit of criticism. In any case, Eli managed to calm himself before he so rudely burst out laughing like a madman. The girl sized him up, then launched into a spiel that sounded...well-rehearsed? If not, somebody get this chick an award for some epic improv skills.

She introduced herself as Matsushima Mitsuko _{that was a bit of mouthful}, and confirmed that this was indeed the Occult Club, of which she was president. Eli let out an audible sigh of relief, and his entire body seemed to relax and loosen up. He’d take being late over being lost anyday. But as the girl went on with her speech, he couldn’t help but feel as if she seemed a touch...annoyed? Miffed?

…

Alright, to be honest, that was fair. He WAS about thirty minutes late to a one-hour meeting. If her speech normally took thirty minutes and she pretty much just condensed it down to...less than one? Well, yeah, he’d probably be a bit annoyed himself if he were in her shoes. He had a decent excuse in his mind but...well, even a great excuse was still just an excuse. He’d have to figure out how to be a bit more punctual for next time. If need be, he’d talk to coach. He really didn’t WANT to have to do that, but if his hands were tied then…

Oh. Earth to Eli, come in Eli. What had she just said? He had been a bit wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t been paying full attention to her speech. Well, asking her to repeat herself was out of the question. She might not be some sort of mafioso, (or would it be yakuza here?), but he for whatever reason felt like it would be in his best interest to not get on Madame President’s nerves any more than he had already done. He did manage to pick up a few things, some of which may be important. Something about the Halloween Extravaganza and a ghost hunt at the school. Some more about a waiver to be returned by Thursday. There was also something about brownies.

Eli gave her a couple nods, indicating that he was following her - which he did, for the most part. “Thank you very much.” he called to her in whatever bastardized form of tongue that he was trying to pass as Japanese. Strolling over to the table with the waivers and brownies, Eli glanced around at the other students chatting lowly. He was just double checking, but no, he really DIDN’T know anyone in the club. He’d have to change that. Maybe this Halloween event then? Probably.

“Hey, I know you! How are you Eli”

Huh? That sounded pretty close. Eli turned around - just in time to see Charles. Eli grew a big shit-eating grin, before launching into some short choppy laughter. Well shit haha...if it ain’t my boy Charlie! What’s good, son?”He lifted up a fist and held it out for Charle to bump.

He liked Charlie well enough. Granted, being two foreigners in a majoratively Japanese high school...in Japan, might have had just a bit to do with it, but Charles actually wasn’t a bad guy either. Maybe a bit delusional at times, but hell, who wasn’t these days?

“What are you doing here in this freak show? Blackmailed as well? Well, whatever the reason, watch out for Makota, she punches and watch out for Seiko, one tiny mistake and you’re screwed. Big time.”

Eli laughed again. They couldn't be that bad. Charles had a bit of a flair for drama at times. Still, part of his mind went back to the President. If she really was using blackmail or bribery just to get members to join her club...well maybe she really WAS the head some criminal organization?

…

He wouldn’t cross it off the list just yet.

“Heh, ain’t no blackmailing or sexual favors for this guy. So I guess I’m just one of your freaks.” He ended with a shrug. “But uh...what about you? You mentioned blackmail...do they really
have anything on you?” He paused for a moment, considering his buddy. Of course they did….

“That bad?, eh?”

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

@KaijuBaragon
I'll have a response up from Eli to Charles in the next little bit.

Dungeon Punks

Woot!
Three cheers for cosmic parasitic beings beyond the scope of human comprehension!

With that said, I'll have something whipped up right after I get home. Probably.

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

She gives me love and affection
Baby, did I mention
You're the only girl for me
No, I don't need a next one
Mama loves you too
She thinks I made the right selection
Now all that's left to-

OMI’s hit single came to a screeching halt before finishing the verse, all by just a single flick of the boy’s thumb. Eli Hughes, notes the marker for the room. 2-A. Here it was. The Occult club. Even before he silenced his phone, Eli could make out quite a ruckus coming from the other side of the door. Though he wasn’t sure if that was exactly a good thing. As he approached the club’s meeting room, a guy came stomping out, slamming the door behind him. Eli might have said something but...well, the look on the guy’s face didn’t exactly scream “I love people! Talk to me!” But hey, everyone has a bad day, yeah? Dude probably just needed to go fume about something. Not that it was any of Eli’s business.

Standing outside the door, he inhaled deeply. Crowds and new people weren’t exactly a problem for him. Hell, part of him actually liked, no, thrived on it. But his gut still always managed to knot up extra tight. Stage fright? The thought amused him. In a way, he was about to perform, wasn’t he? He exhaled. Well, standing around twiddling his thumbs wasn’t going to make things any easier.

Eli reached up to his right ear, yanking out the earbud. He shifted his phone to his open hand before yanking out the left earbud as well. As he was wrapping the cord around his phone, the screen lit up and an envelope sat on the front page. It was from Emm. Actually, there were three from Emm.

-hey bro

-im going to Mieko’s house after school
dont worry about walking me home today
already got the ok from pops

-have fun at nerd club

Emm

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Nerd club, eh? He hadn’t said anything to either her or Pops about joining the Occult Club, but he had taken home a flier he found just chilling on the ground. It was enough to peak his interest. But...well...he must have just laid it on the kitchen table when he got home and forgot about it after grabbing a snack. She saw it and just about died laughing. Then she spent the next hour teasing him about it. Fun times, that. Though it did help to cement his decision. At this point, join it or not, she wasn’t going to let it go. So hell, might as well have at it, no?

He shot her a quick reply before putting his phone deep into his pocket. A shit-eating grin stretched from ear to ear. It was a little cruel, that. She had been insanely worried that right after they got to Japan, someone was just going to pick her up and run off with her. Eli supposed it could happen but...well, he was comfortable betting against it.

-K. Don’t get kidnapped, squirt.

Me

With that wrapped up, Eli shot a look from side to side to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that it was, he strolled over to the door and made his entrance, the giant hunkering down to avoid decapitation by door frame.

“...an in America, so you may just be more American than I am. I take it you, uh, like the states?”

Eli made a quick scan of the room before entering fully. Well, there was nobody that he recognized. That was...well he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He was vaguely aware of some chattering going on amongst the people inside, though he didn’t quite put together that one happened to be in glorious English. A couple things immediately struck him as odd. First, most, if not all of the people were _{rather cute} girls. Not a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination, but he hadn’t expected such a drastic skew. Next, many of them were chowing down on brownies. Which...alright, he had nothing on that. And finally, the atmosphere...didn’t exactly scream creepy, ghosty Occult club to him. If anything, this could easily have been a baking club or a sweets connoisseur club. Or...shit, what if it was like some sort of woman’s studies club? Not that there was anything wrong with any of those, but...well, he’d feel rather silly if he had the wrong room. But he could have swore that the flier said 2-A.

“Hey yo, uh…’cuse me, I’m lookin’ fo-”

Eli blinked, realizing that he had spoken in English. Well, that was embarrassing. He wasn’t exactly sure what got him in THAT mindset. He paused for just a moment, switching gears into Japanese before picking that train of thought back up. Then, in his best - though heavily accented and likely butchered - Japanese, Eli continued, speaking up to everyone, yet no one in particular.

“Sorry. I am looking for the Occult Club? I am running a bit late, and I thought the flier said to go to Room 2-A? Would anybody know where it would be if not this? I am still a bit new here.”

Truth be told, he was a bit frazzled. Normally he would be at basketball practice right about now, but he managed to convince the coach that he was feeling a bit sick and needed to see the nurse. After a super rushed shower and then practically sprinting across the school, he could see himself having gotten the room number mixed up in his head. He was stressed about lying to coach and stressed about being late to the meeting. It happens. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more he had thoroughly convinced himself that the flier said 1-B. His cheeks began to warm up.

Oops.

Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

xD Whoops. Poor Charles T-T Haters gonna hate.

Anyway, should have a post up here in the next little bit.

Dungeon Punks

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Yurei High: Spooks Versus Students (Ghost Hunting)

The Journal of Eli

“Yeah, yeah, just uh...Just call me Eli. Cool? Cool.”

Name:
Elijah Chase Hughes

Gender:
Male

Age:
17

Appearance:
At six foot five (199cm), Elijah practically dwarves his father, who is a good seven inches shorter. While he does have a rather slim look to him, years of sports and healthy eating have laid a muscular foundation to the guy’s body. And years of puberty have left the dreaded mark of terrible teenage facial hair upon the lad’s chin and upper lip. Eli’s pretty diligent about keeping himself shaved but...well hey, sometimes a day or two gets past him. Oh well.

He has a pretty consistent style, really. It’s pretty rare to see Eli without his green-tinted silver framed glasses and that low, wild afro. He could switch things up but...why bother with it? If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

As far as his clothes go when given a choice, Eli usually defaults to a green jacket or hoodie and a pair of khakis or jeans. But does have to wash his clothes eventually…Good thing he has more than one green jacket, eh? If it is too warm, or if he’s going to be playing some ball, a gray t-shirt and green shorts are his go-to choice. Or whatever is clean. Let’s be honest, he’s not too picky, really.

Personality:

Live-and-let-live. If anything could be called the definitive characteristic of Eli’s personality, it would be that. Live-and-let-live. To the young Hughes man, open-mindedness is key to happy life. The world’s a big place filled with billions upon billions of people. How arrogant would he have to be to truly think that he was in any position to say what others should or shouldn’t do? So long as his values and beliefs are not being infringed upon, Eli takes a hands-off approach to things. Besides, it pays to be flexible. One never knows when one might learn something new from even complete strangers.

Call it innocence, idealism, or just downright naivety, but Eli truly does believe that all people are good in their core. That’s not to say that good people couldn’t still do terrible things, but there must always be a reason behind such actions. To understand that is to come closer to truly understanding the person, to perhaps make changes to avoid such awful occurrences from repeating themselves down the line. Unfortunately, the world has shown that more often than not, even that is not enough to prevent the atrocities. Eli constantly finds himself disappointed due to this. Disappointed in the world, in others, even in himself. Especially in himself.

A sense of pride in hard work was instilled in Eli by his father. When given a task, his job is to complete it, and Eli knows well that he will. The job must be completed. And should it be something that interests him, well, the lad is likely to pour his entire being into seeing its completion. It’s not uncommon for him to even neglect his own needs, often finding himself particularly starved or exhausted after the energetic “high” that comes from working a long project wears off eventually.

Eli is certainly capable with pretty comfortably chatting with just about anybody, but it’s not likely that he’d volunteer any personal tidbits all willy-nilly. He’s more of a private guy. While he’d be more than willing to lend an ear to just about anybody, and would happily take their secrets to the grave, being on the other end of that just isn’t all that appealing to him. Some of that can be accredited to the guy’s sensitivity. Certainly he’d never scream it from the rooftops, but Eli is rather self-conscious over just about everything. And criticism, regardless of its intent, feels more like a personal attack than any sort of self-improvement tool. But all of those negative vibes just go into the bottle and are never seen again.

Long story short, the world and it’s inhabitants are pretty great things, but sometimes shitty things happen. When they do, Eli listens, then Eli acts. He’ll fix the world or die trying, just don’t ask how. Details kind of suck.

History:

Looking for tales of one man’s heroic struggle against the forces of malice in the world?
Looking for impossible feats of strength and bravery, or mastery over the mystical elements?
Looking for a tragic, potentially tear-jerking account of two star-crossed lovers are they march towards their final days?

If you answered yes to any of the above, go somewhere else! This is not the history you’re looking for. This is much, MUCH more mundane. It doesn’t even have any dragons. What a rip-off.

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Elijah Chase Hughes isn’t exactly in any races for the most interesting man award. Quite frankly, he lived a pretty average life. Born the first child of Patricia and Henry in southern Ohio, a couple of moderate means living in a moderate home in a moderate neighborhood. Pat was a schoolteacher while Henry was just chasing wages at a nearby factory, though he did seem to be on the fast-track to management. As such, Eli never really wanted for much. Sure, it would have been nice to have that actual tiger from the zoo, or his own rocketship, or even just every toy that ever appeared on television, but somehow the boy survived. Nearly six years after Eli rolled out, Pat and Henry had another child and Eli had gained a sister. Emily. It seemed like the Hughs were well on their way of achieving that American dream of having the 2.5 children, a house with a white picket fence, and a perfect dog.

But sometimes life just likes to throw some curveballs.

Skip about ten years here, and we see Henry Hughs being offered that job he’d been chasing for so long. The only catch? He’d be leaving the country. There was a plant in Japan that had the opening. And it wasn’t like he could just up and refuse after chasing for so long, not if he ever hoped to continue his career. So he accepted the offer and left for Japan two weeks later. The plan was that he would get settled, then the rest of the family would join him after the semester ended. The kids were pretty much ready to go immediately, but Pat wanted to wait. She wanted at the very least to let Eli finish the basketball season. Basketball wasn’t exactly Eli’s favorite thing in the world, he much preferred reading, but it made his Ma happy, so it was worth it. It helped that he was actually surprisingly good at it.

So, maybe it wouldn’t exactly be the AMERICAN dream, but it still worked. They’d easily be able to afford a decent house on his new salary. The family pet, a rather devious little corgi that went by Duke, was pretty much all they could have ever wanted in man’s best friend. And Pat even had a surprise ready for Henry. She was pregnant. Eli and Emily had already heard the news, and were ecstatic.

Pat would never get to tell Henry about the newest addition to their family.
In a terrible car accident one night caused by a drunk texting rather lewd photos of himself whilst driving, Pat’s car was hit head-on. She hadn’t had her belt buckled and was launched through the windshield. She died instantly.

Henry returned to the states for his late wife’s funeral, and shortly after, the now broken family boarded a plane to Japan. practically on the other side of the planet. It felt as if they were simply running away from the harsh reality.

They managed to get through it, however. They managed to survive. It affected each of them, but life moves on, no matter what. Eli found that the culture shock helped keep him distracted from his mother’s passing, but he did have a hell of a time trying to learn the language. His sister, on the other hand, was a natural. Go figure.

Skip forward just a bit and we have Eli Hughs in his last year of Yurei High. With mediocre grades, it didn’t exactly seem like higher education was in his future. Really, he was just coasting to graduation. After that, it seemed likely that he would be able to get on at his father’s plant. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, but not even Eli knew what he wanted at this point. This route was just as good as any, no?

For now, he had decided to just do enough to graduate, while focusing more on his basketball endeavours. He didn’t exactly want to do that either, but well, it was one of the last connections to his mother that he had. To turn his back on the sport would be like turning his back on Ma herself. No, he’d finish up this last year, then he could spend the rest of his life doing whatever. Besides, they were actually looking pretty great this year. If they could win big his final year, well...that’d be a bonus.

…

At least, that was the plan. Then along came Occult Club. Eli wasn’t exactly a believer in the supernatural (though neither was he against the possibility), but he did see it as a decent opportunity to pursue a side hobby - writing. Truth be known, Eli loved to write, though he likely wouldn’t be quick on sharing it anyway. He figured it would be a good chance to collect inspiration for any potential horror stories he may attempt in the future. Besides, it could actually be fun, and if nothing else, it would lead him to meeting more people than just his dorks in the basketball club. And if they just so happened to be chicks, well...that’d be a bigger bonus.

Also a bonus: trying to time find to manage his new time commitment to his clubs, his schooling, and making sure Emily didn’t burn the house down.

Oh well. Might as well go with the flow.

Skills:
-Eli is fluent in English
-Conversational in Japanese, though still frequently trips over his own words.
-Knows a token amount of Spanish. Thanks Freshmen Spanish class for that world-shattering talent.
-Is a rather decent writer.
-Athletic
-Rather decent at putting orange spheres through hoops.
-Makes a mean microwave pizza. Or microwave mac & cheese. Or a microwave <insert name of microwavable dish here>.

Other:
-Really into horror films/stories.
-Is quite frankly horrified of spiders*.
-Has completely sworn off alcohol.
-Is vegan.
-Is a member of the basketball club as well as the Occult club.
-Somewhat terrified of bears as well*.

*Nature is crazy, man...

Dungeon Punks

Just checking in!
Work continues on the app. I should have everything done here in the next little bit, if I can stop all of the distractions T-T

(Edit:)
Hour twenty-seven has passed. I'm feeling bloody exhausted. Tomorrow or bust.