[ It's like that movie, Inception— "you're waiting for a train", etc. etc. There's really nothing about Adolf that's anything like Leo DiCaprio in that role (except perhaps the fact that neither of them have any Oscars to their name, what a shame), save for the fact that it's the ghost of his wife that's leading him through sidestreets and winding over blurred pavement with a singular purpose: 'do this for me'.
It isn't bad, he thinks. The nausea that'd started ages ago is a lingering malaise, and it reminds him of when he was younger, of a decade of wanting to do what whales do. Sink somewhere out of sight. Slowly stop breathing.
The ghost of his wife— because it's a ghost, isn't it, if his world's really as gone as they say— turns on her heels and smiles at him, tips her head in that way he liked so much about her. He can feel the bile rising in his stomach, that sickness again.
He's going to throw up, Jesus.
"You don't have to come home anymore", she says. "So could you do this for me?"
It's a gesture towards the monorail tracks that greet him, and he doesn't feel strongly about it one way or the other; he loves her, doesn't he? And man, his head hurts.
So here's this infant of an adult, looking completely placid and neutral about stepping onto very dangerous territory and waiting, waiting for the train to get there.
At least he's not lying down, right. That'd be too cliche. ]
PHASE IV
[ Okay, man, that was melodramatic as shit, what even happened up there. Strike that off as "shit that Adolf will want to forget in 24 hours", and let's move on.
Here's Mr. Electric Eel at the local pharmacy, trying to find some headache medicine or something to keep his nausea down, because fuck, that's probably the reason for his Poor Life Decisions—
—except?? This drugstore is apparently haunted as fuck. The nearest bottle of hand sanitizer magically opens up somewhere behind him, and starts... floating towards him to make it rain sweet, sweet Purell on his head.
Apparently the aim here is to make him die of alcohol poisoning?? Does this ghost truly even know what it's doing, probably not.
But, covered in an avalanche of ethyl alcohol, Adolf blindly tries to swat whatever the fuck is attacking him away with one hand. He's never going to get the smell of hospital handwash out of his hair... ] Scheiße—
[ language, eelkun. ]
BONUS
[ All of that tl;dr later, here's a prompt where your character will find Adolf fumbling with the shitty vacuum cleaner he found conveniently placed in his house. Try to help him figure this out? Bust some ghosts together? Need someone to suck up whatever weird ghost dude is hanging around you? Let's go, let's do this.
Aka this is a wildcard, insert Ghostbusters theme here. ]
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[ It's like that movie, Inception— "you're waiting for a train", etc. etc. There's really nothing about Adolf that's anything like Leo DiCaprio in that role (except perhaps the fact that neither of them have any Oscars to their name, what a shame), save for the fact that it's the ghost of his wife that's leading him through sidestreets and winding over blurred pavement with a singular purpose: 'do this for me'.
It isn't bad, he thinks. The nausea that'd started ages ago is a lingering malaise, and it reminds him of when he was younger, of a decade of wanting to do what whales do. Sink somewhere out of sight. Slowly stop breathing.
The ghost of his wife— because it's a ghost, isn't it, if his world's really as gone as they say— turns on her heels and smiles at him, tips her head in that way he liked so much about her. He can feel the bile rising in his stomach, that sickness again.
He's going to throw up, Jesus.
"You don't have to come home anymore", she says. "So could you do this for me?"
It's a gesture towards the monorail tracks that greet him, and he doesn't feel strongly about it one way or the other; he loves her, doesn't he? And man, his head hurts.
So here's this infant of an adult, looking completely placid and neutral about stepping onto very dangerous territory and waiting, waiting for the train to get there.
At least he's not lying down, right. That'd be too cliche. ]
PHASE IV
[ Okay, man, that was melodramatic as shit, what even happened up there. Strike that off as "shit that Adolf will want to forget in 24 hours", and let's move on.
Here's Mr. Electric Eel at the local pharmacy, trying to find some headache medicine or something to keep his nausea down, because fuck, that's probably the reason for his Poor Life Decisions—
—except?? This drugstore is apparently haunted as fuck. The nearest bottle of hand sanitizer magically opens up somewhere behind him, and starts... floating towards him to make it rain sweet, sweet Purell on his head.
Apparently the aim here is to make him die of alcohol poisoning?? Does this ghost truly even know what it's doing, probably not.
But, covered in an avalanche of ethyl alcohol, Adolf blindly tries to swat whatever the fuck is attacking him away with one hand. He's never going to get the smell of hospital handwash out of his hair... ] Scheiße—
[ language, eelkun. ]
BONUS
[ All of that tl;dr later, here's a prompt where your character will find Adolf fumbling with the shitty vacuum cleaner he found conveniently placed in his house. Try to help him figure this out? Bust some ghosts together? Need someone to suck up whatever weird ghost dude is hanging around you? Let's go, let's do this.
Aka this is a wildcard, insert Ghostbusters theme here. ]