'Cause I wrote it on the wall [Ariel/Sunny/Open]

[carlfredricksen]

He knew full well that this might not work out as well as he wanted. But the fact that he was able to make contact with someone? That was giving Carl hope for the first time since February. You could give him issues as much as you wanted, but he just couldn’t get used to the idea of being dead, not when Ellie was still mourning and he hadn’t been able to talk to anyone in so long…but then this kid who was even scrawnier than he was (which was quite the feat)…he saw him. He had a full blown conversation with him, and gosh, Carl had forgotten how good it felt to just have a talk with someone, anyone. If he ever got out of this mess (apparently Panic had given him THAT much hope), he would never take his ability to converse for granted again.

But the point was…he needed to figure something out. If he could talk to one person, there had to be some way to make contact with others…if he was lucky, he could find a way to ease Ellie’s pain by letting her know that he was right here and would never, ever leave her. That was why he was now pacing in what used to be his room, although it didn’t look a thing like it. Most of his things had been packed up and sent back to his family sometime after the funeral, so the place looked like a bare skeleton of what used to be his. Kind of like his existence as of late.

His transparent brow was furrowed enough that he would have to worry about premature wrinkles if this had been his actual skin. Maybe he’d be better off if he moved around a bit more…and now he was going through the door, through several walls, and the next thing he knew, he was standing by some tables in the library, one of which had a pen lying there with some scrap paper…

And that was when he got an idea. It took more than a few false starts, seeing as he could barely touch anything, but he remembered when Ellie seemed to realize, on some level, that she wasn’t alone when he was still there. He had been able to talk to Panic. That all meant that it was possible for him to have contact with the outside world, and so finally, he got a hold of the pen. If he had still had his heart, it would’ve broken his chest as he started writing on the paper, trying his damnedest to not have his fingers go through the pen. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to get out his message without scaring someone…

Hello. My name is Carl Fredricksen.

That was fine, right? Simple…and it’d be a test to see if maybe they could handle the fact that a ghost was writing to them…now he just had to get it…somewhere. Unfortunately, he was realizing that his hand was still slipping through the paper every once in a while. “Bah,” he muttered as he made an attempt to mentally solidify his hand (because how else would you put it?). This probably made his paper airplane idea seem more than a little impractical. He grabbed onto the paper and rushed over to a table where there was a girl sitting and set it there and then he dashed over to the nearest bookshelf…which actually rocked back and forth a bit. His eyes widened.

“Wow, I’m getting too good at that…”

[ariel]

Things were so different in the world above. Ariel knew they would be but she never realized how hard they'd be. She'd traded her voice for legs now the mute, former mermaid and to get by without talking, singing or anything. She found herself bored most of the time because back under the sea, singing was her life. It's what she did most, besides going to the surface to see the human world and trying to catch a glimse of the handsome human guy she saved.

Speaking of which, why hadn't she seen that guy? She did all this for him and she had heard that he was at this school so she came. If she got him to kiss her, she'd get to stay human and get to stay with him. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if she didn't find him again. Wait a minute! Why was she thinking that way? She could find him again...she just had too.

Sighing and clad in a blue dress with gray ballet flats, Ariel made her way into the library. Reading was one of the few things she could do without talking and she was still learning about the human world so the library was a perfect place to do that. She smiled and waved at the nice librarian. She almost always saw her there and the woman waves back at the little redhead girl. Ariel went right to the shelves and started pulling books to read. When she got a nice pile, she brought the books over to a table to read...and there was a note left there. She guessed someone just forgot it and she should recycle it...but when she picked it up, the writing caught her eye. "Hello. My name is Carl Fredricksen." Who was this Carl guy and why was he introducing himself to her? And the biggest question of all, where was he anyway? She looked around to see if she could spot anyone around.

((sorry if this is rubbish. I have an AWFUL headache but I swore to Jas I'd finish this weither it killed me or not with his headache.))

[Deleted]

Sunny was trying very hard to focus on her school. There was the small issue of also learning how to wield an axe at the same time, but she had managed to motivate herself to set aside some time each day to go to the library and dedicate at least an hour or two to her homework. She was in the middle of a really complicated word problem at the moment, and when she finished that, she still had three chapters of some history assignment to work on.

And on top of that, somebody was throwing papers at her table. Somebody...well...really sneaky. Sunny was eager for a distraction from the terrible problem about how many hours it would take the hot air balloon and the airplane to collide if one left Cleveland at three thirty and the other left Boston at noon, but she was pretty sure the paper would just be somebody's doodles, or maybe a note from someone to their boyfriend or girlfriend, so she let it alone. But another girl came along shortly after, and picked it up, and Sunny watched her quietly.

"What is it?" she asked, curiously. "Can I see it?" She was interested now...at least she wouldn't be the only person snooping in people's papers so she didn't feel bad about it anymore. She scooted up onto the table, leaning over to read the paper over the girl's shoulder.

It was an introduction. Well, how odd. Who introduced themselves by paper? Sunny wasn't even sure how to respond to it. Supposing she didn't have anything to lose, she grabbed her own pen (which wrote in three colors), clicked it open on the green side, tore a page out of her notebook, and wrote on it.

Hello Carl Fredricksen, my name is Sunny Emmaline Baudelaire. Then she set the piece of paper back on the other side of the table where the first one had been.

"Let's close our eyes," she whispered loudly, just in case whoever it was didn't want anyone to see them. Maybe they were just really shy, this Carl person. She covered her eyes with her hands, and squeezed them tightly shut.

[carlfredricksen]

Okay, so it didn’t look like he had accidentally knocked over the bookshelf with his brief ability to actually touch things, thank goodness. Just because he wanted attention didn’t mean he wanted to go all poltergeist on the world….except Shere. Shere Kahn was most definitely going down, because he clearly didn’t respect Ellie like Carl had been hoping he would…he was pretty sure he could definitely put his ghostly abilities to good use in hopes of getting a little vengeance on his rival. Would it bring him back? Probably not, and it was going to take a whole lot of work for something that was merely for the satisfaction of scaring the bejeesus out of the guy…but Carl liked to think it would be worth it.

But before he got to that advanced level in haunting, he had to see if he could really contact people who weren’t from the underworld. Sitting tight and metaphorically holding his breath, he got something of what he was looking for. Admittedly, the red head had him thinking of Ellie, which didn’t exactly cheer his spirits at first. He of course had still been following Ellie around, being the closest thing to a guardian angel he could be…but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to be able to go back to how it was, being able to talk to her, being able to see her smile, being able to touch her…and against his will, thoughts of New Year’s Eve crept up on him and he had to close his eyes for a minute, because it turned out that just because you didn’t have a heart didn’t mean you couldn’t feel it breaks.

Yet once he collected himself, he realized he had reason to be hopeful. Not one, but two girls found the note and seemed to be curious about its origins. Good, good, this had to be a good sign right? It apparently had to be, because the little brunette was actually writing back! God, he really missed adrenaline, it somehow made these good moments where you got through part of your problem all the better…he missed everything really. It was why he was doing this, after all.

He strode back towards the table, and in spite of himself, he couldn’t help but chuckle when the younger girl covered her eyes and said that perhaps he was just really shy. He gently took the paper, sliding it across the table so that, chances were, the redhead would notice that it seemed to be moving on its own. Hopefully it wouldn’t scare her off. Pulling out the pen again, he wrote;

Pleasure to meet you…and yeah, I can be a bit shy, but that’s not why you can’t see me…and you have no idea how glad I am that you answered this.

[ariel]

"What is it?" Ariel looked up curiously to see a girl leaning over the table to see over her shoulder. Was she trying to see the piece of paper? "Can I see it? Well, that confirmed it. She tilted the paper towards the other girl so she could see it too. She placed it down and pulled out her little pad and her blue pen. "Is this yours?" she wrote her question rather than saying it because she was mute. She rather missed her voice right now...but this would all pay off in the long run...right?

She watched the other girl write. She liked her green pen. She'd have to get one of those. "Hello Carl Fredricksen, my name is Sunny Emmaline Baudelaire" "Where did you get the green pen?" she wrote quickly and then showed to the girl, "I like it." she smiled kindly as she showed her the pad. "Let's close our eyes" She had NO idea why she should do that but she followed Sunny's lead and closed her eyes and covered them with her hands."[/b]

When she opened her eyes, Ariel was surprised to see the pen moving on it's own. Her blue eyes widened and she blinked slowly. "Pleasure to meet you…and yeah, I can be a bit shy, but that’s not why you can’t see me…and you have no idea how glad I am that you answered this." She quickly grabbed her blue pen and wrote in answer,"Hello Carl! I'm Ariel. It's nice to meet you. You don't have to be shy with us. You can come out and say hi, if you want."