Do You Even Ghost Bro? [CLOSED]

Jungshin sighed, the library was still crowded, the rec room and sports rooms were also pretty crowded. It seemed like every student had decided to not stay in their dorms, yet the dorms were crowded too. He knew the school was big, and they had a population from all around the world, but he didn't think there were that many supernatural kids in the world. When he had peeked into the werewolf room, the ones that were in there were play fighting, in their animal forms, or just generally frolicking, and since Jungshin could no longer transform he would've been very very bored.

Usually on days like this, he'd just go outside, but there had been a blizzard for the last week, and though the cold wouldn't affect him, he was a bit worried he'd get lost or stumble upon researchers. So, he was stuck inside. He peeked into the ghost room, it was busy, but not nearly as busy as anywhere else; probably because most of the ghosts here were hybrids and preferred to hang out in their ~other~ species room if anywhere. "Ugh, finally." He muttered to himself, shutting the door behind him. A couple people looked at him, one even rolled his eyes because "why did you bother opening the door?" Jungshin bit his lip, walking past them quickly and going toward a corner by the bookshelves.

It was then he noticed someone was in his usual hiding spot. Not that it was a good hiding spot, since it openly looked out on the entire room, but people tended to leave him alone there. It took him a moment before he recognized her. She was a new ghost. A human that had become a ghost. He didn't know her story, but most ghosts didn't immediately disclose how they died anyway. He made sure she saw him walking towards her before sliding down the wall near her. "It's really a lot to take in, huh?" He asked her, mimicking her posture, though more relaxed. "One minute, you don't believe in fairy tales, the next, you are part of them."

Jungshin made an apologetic face, "I didn't mean to scare you..." He muttered.

He shook his head, smiling bittersweetly. "Two years, which really isn't that long in the grand scheme of things." He hesitated a moment. "And then I became a werewolf about a month before that." He sighed, rubbing his arm where he had been bitten, the wound had healed surprisingly well, considering he was caring for it himself to hide it from his parents. "I had really hoped, I'd just been attacked by a wolf. But, that wasn't the case." He shrugged staying in that position and stretching for a bit. "Where are you from?" He asked her curiously.

Jungshin was a bit more amused than insulted by her comment, and he shook his head, muttering, "It's okay." He paused for a bit, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say. "Being a ghost... takes practice." He began, a breathy laugh escaping at the end. "It's something you apparently get used to used to over time. I asked our teacher one time when I first came, she was saying that almost all ghosts she's ever met admit to having a few years where they continue with human needs. But eventually, you just kind of... start forgetting to do it for longer and longer periods of time, until... you just don't anymore." He explained. "I could teach you, kinda. Maybe." He said, trying to remember what he was taught in order to use his powers.

Jungshin chuckled, giving her an affirming nod, "Kinda maybe. I'm..." He held out the word, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit it, "I'm still learning some things myself." He shrugged, "But I can teach you what I do know. Like this," He said, becoming invisible for only a moment. "Facade kinda comes naturally after a couple days, if not hours..." He thought aloud, then looked to her again, "Can you hold or carry things yet?"

Jungshin was about to tell her how to focus better at holding things, since he was best at doing that one consistently, when her first comment finally registered with him. He looked her over, he had been sure she was using facade already. He figured maybe the worse the death, the faster they learned it? He really wasn't sure about that, but seeing as he wanted to say goodbye to his sister before leaving the house, maybe it was because it was emotional. He had been desperate to look as normal as possible, not show his body was covered in burns, skin red and even black in some places, so as to not scare her as much. He had still scared her, considering her dead brother was suddenly in her room, but learning facade so quickly helped lessened her fright. "You... don't know how to do facade?" He asked her, surprised.

Jungshin was surprised she didn't know what it meant. That really must mean she'd been here for who-knows-how-long, looking as she did when she died. However she was killed, it either was something internal, or she at least figured out she could change clothes. He ran a hand through his hair before ruffling it, letting a sigh out of puffed cheeks. "Facade is a way to hide the scars you made while, or from, dying." He explained. He was hesitant, he'd only showed one other person (not counting his sister) how he looked with his facade down, and again he felt a pounding in his chest that really made him question what function his heart had exactly while being dead and not beating. "I'll show you what I mean, but you can't get scared or cry out." He told her. He was wearing short sleeves and shorts today, so his wounds would be quickly obvious once he dropped it, and he really didn't want any attention brought to him, because he didn't know what he'd hate more, the attention from his extensive wounds or the pity he'd inevitably get afterwards. He still hesitated before dropping it, simultaneously watching for her reaction, so he could put it back quickly if necessary, and not able to look her in the eyes.

Jungshin put his facade back up, his eyes going to her stomach as she raised her shirt. Ah, so it was a bullet wound. He bit his lip, "Because I wanted to say goodbye to my sister before leaving home, and I didn't want to scare her, I learned it really quickly." He told her honestly, "I... I don't know for sure, but I think maybe the harder your death is to hide, the faster you learn it. Because, you know," even though his facade was back up, he extended his arm and ran his hand along it, "you don't want to have to look at it forever. Don't need the reminder..." His voice faded as he looked down, putting his hands in his lap. "For a while, it might be something you'll have to really think about, like holding things, but facade is probably the easiest and quickest thing to learn." He told her, finally looking up at her and giving her a smile. "I just know I was thinking, over and over, I want to look like I did. And I really wanted it, I want to look... normal." He explained. He hesitated, "I don't know if that was just me or if it can apply to anyone, but maybe try it?"