OOC:
Open to anyone.

IC:
Zeke was wearing a helmet. Well, it was more of a spaghetti strainer flopped over his pale hair, but it worked in so many different ways! For instance, if he somehow fell upside down and landed on his head, his skull would be protected. Plus, if for some reason electro magnetic particles were floating in the air due to some sort of apparition, the metal from the drainer should attract it.

Right?

Whatever, Zeke knew what he was talking about. After all, just recently he had a one on one collision with that of the other-worldly kind! That made him a pro, infinitely experienced with the paranormal kind. He had two encounters with that of the beyond—how many people can claim that?

But that’s a completely different tangent. Zeke was...quite the sight, to say the least. He wasn’t in high heels, this time, but nonetheless he still looked utterly ridiculous. His converse were untied and his scarf was slipping off under his black peacoat and his jeans were a little more torn than normal from all the kneeling he'd been doing (and yet people just thought he was making a fashion statement) and he kept looking under benches as if he expected to find some ghostly-squirrel.

Oh, yeah. He was weird, all right.

His old station wagon was parked nearby, the trunk filled with supplies to last him late in the night. It was still only late afternoon, so he still had enough sunlight to look absolutely odd, but in reality he was merely waiting for the sun to set and the stars to fill up the sky. Then he would set up his sleeping bags and spread out a small little picnic and put together his telescope—it was supposed to be a nice night, clear and cold and crisp. A moment later he tossed his “helmet” to the side and slumped down on the bench, hands under his chin and those a-fuckin’-mazing eyes drooping slightly with tired resolution.

Maybe he should stop looking for ghosts. Maybe instead of him going to them, they would come to him. And even if he did make contact with them (more so then getting taken over by one) what would he do? What would they do? Shake his hand and offer him some coffee?

Tch. He was hopeless.

She had left the van behind today and was slightly more dressed than usual. This time her lithe form was mostly covered with opaque veils sewn together at the hip that fell to just below the knees. Though her upper half was still barely garbed she showed nothing more than a bathing suit would. She felt the cold but simply ignored it... Least for now... if it got too much colder however she would not be able to. The veils were a deep sapphire blue color. Such a rich and deep color that set off her silvery white hair that fluffed around her face and lightly tanned skin. She oozed vitality and an overwhelming sense of life being lived to it fullest.

Sauntering down the walkway a bunch of grapes that she had bought before heading into the park on foot in hand. Occasionally those long fingers would pluck one off and slip the pale green fruit between blood-red painted lips. Long legs gliding against each other, the faint 'tack tack' of her heels. Each step showing off an amazingly large amount of silken soft leg.

She was pretty toned down at the moment... but then again it was still light out...Tressa went out of her way for ultimate attention after dark mostly. Daylight hours were for eating, sleeping.... and gathering some attention of course. But the night was most fun.

Lavender eyes flicked around landing on any who happened to pass her, teasing beckoning... She simply couldn't help herself.

Seeing that an old man sitting on a park bench was watching her she smirked faintly and spun in step till standing just before him. There she leaned forward ever so slowly and brought a grape to her lips. A pale pink tongue slipped from those deeply painted lips to curl around the grape she had brought up to them, encircling it completely before drawing it into her mouth.

The old man's eyes almost bugged out of his head his lips parting slightly. Tressa giggled, the sound silvery and bell like, and blew him a kiss before moving on. She knew his eyes would follow her as long as possible and she was basking under them. But the attention of one could only hold her for so long... And so she continued forward still eating her grapes.