Lovely Dead *open 1x1*

So about 2 months ago I met this man. Well, more of we stared and moved on. I was watching the news a week later and saw he died in a car crash. Now I thought he was lucky. I was just murdered yesterday, I have a knife stuck in my side for my afterlife. Now my question is, what will we do? We met up randomly after I died and now we're hanging out together.

Name: Jackie Roberts
Age: 24
Death: murder
Bio: to be added through out
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I woke up scared but alone. The last thing I remember was being stabbed in my side with five guys there to carve me up. I then noticed the knife was jutting out of my side oddly. Then when I tried to pull it out it wouldn't budge. I gave up trying, then I looked around my house. I realized I stepping on something. No, through something. I looked down and stared straight into my own face. I realized I was dead. I watched my house for weeks, no one seemed to notice my disappearance. Then, my little sister showed up to check on me. I watched the police come in and out, and the entire scene is forever scorned into my mind. Oh god, why her? Why did she have to be the one who found me? I knew my body would be in a morgue for awhile, until they found the killer, but that doesn't mean I won't check once a month. I walked around town, jaywalking all the time since no one can hit me. Little kids waved at me and I waved back, trying to hide the knife from them, but I made a lot of them cry when I passed. One day I suddenly wondered where that boy went, did he pass on or is he still here? I wouldn't have a clue where to look.

Anyways, I stuck close to my family after that. Namely my sister. The one who found me. She was badly shaken and all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her it was okay. I was dead for a week when they decided to hold a memorial service for me until they could have the funeral. The memorial would take place in exactly one week from the day they chose. I stayed away from the service while they decorated, it was like a surprise birthday party, I wanted to wait and see if I would like it. Then the day arrived. I felt nervous, but I swallowed it and went inside.

(I know other than what to put as a sheet you're wondering where do they meet. Well he sees an ad in the news for her memorial and he's like, 'hey I've seen her before' and decides to see if she is still here and if she's going to be there, which she will be)

(I posted that last post before I edited my post to fit the situation)

Name: Nate
Age: 26
Bio: I had the misfortune of dying In a car crash, the last thing I thought of was of girl I would see walking down the street I never knew why I thought of her.
Looks:

(cute)
I woke up scared but alone. The last thing I remember was being stabbed in my side with five guys there to carve me up. I then noticed the knife was jutting out of my side oddly. Then when I tried to pull it out it wouldn't budge. I gave up trying, then I looked around my house. I realized I stepping on something. No, through something. I looked down and stared straight into my own face. I realized I was dead. I watched my house for weeks, no one seemed to notice my disappearance. Then, my little sister showed up to check on me. I watched the police come in and out, and the entire scene is forever scorned into my mind. Oh god, why her? Why did she have to be the one who found me? I knew my body would be in a morgue for awhile, until they found the killer, but that doesn't mean I won't check once a month. I walked around town, jaywalking all the time since no one can hit me. Little kids waved at me and I waved back, trying to hide the knife from them, but I made a lot of them cry when I passed. One day I suddenly wondered where that boy went, did he pass on or is he still here? I wouldn't have a clue where to look.

Anyways, I stuck close to my family after that. Namely my sister. The one who found me. She was badly shaken and all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her it was okay. I was dead for a week when they decided to hold a memorial service for me until they could have the funeral. The memorial would take place in exactly one week from the day they chose. I stayed away from the service while they decorated, it was like a surprise birthday party, I wanted to wait and see if I would like it. Then the day arrived. I felt nervous, but I swallowed it and went inside.

I was driving towards my house. I had just come back from meeting some people, It didn't go well. I was tired and frustrated. I had come to a stop and turned the corner and out of nowhere a car come randomly and runs me over. My last thought was of this young woman I would see walking down the street. Now im alone with noyone to look at or talk to.

I sighed, it was the day of my memorial. Was I really going to go through with this? I mean seriously? It's a little much. But still I followed my mother inside to see that the church was as nicely decorated as I'd hoped, but lot's of people showed up. That's all I wanted. It was enough for me. I sat in a vacant seat in the back, but moved every time someone went to sit.

(sorry it's confusing, they're supposed to meet at the memorial because he saw the article about it in the news and he wondered if she would be there)

I was looking around as everyone was seated when I noticed a man standing and staring at me. Well at first I thought so but I reminded myself no one can see me. Then he walked towards me and looked me in the eye. I could see it then. He saw me.

"You can see me?" I asked confused and scared. Noyone else has seen me before not until now

"You can see me......" I said. "I'm dead though, so I should see you right?" I looked at him. He didn't seem to take anything bad. "Lucky you, no telltale signs of your death." I sighed.

"I suppose so cause im dead too" I said "Car crash, dead instantly. And yourself?" I asked. She looked familiar I thought.

"I was murdered, as for the other details I don't know. I have this knife stuck in me forever," I showed him my mark. "That's why you're lucky, nothing as unattractive as this."

She turned to show me her reason for being dead "Its not that bad, there are worse ways to die"

I looked at him. "I don't remember what went on after I was stabbed. I may have been raped, I don't know what happened, and to make it worse my little sister found me." I said.

"Im sorry to hear that" I said sadly.