Chapter 5- Team:
Danny:
I headed to the class. Charlie followed me,
"Danny!"
"Yeah," I said as I slowed down so he could catch up. The books needed for class were in our hands- the paranormal researching books. One, surprisingly, was by my parents.
"Is it true you're psychic?"
"Yeah."
Charlie smiled,
"Is that true…a ghost killed your parents?"
I glared at him,
"We may be friends, Charlie, but no one can ask about that."
I turned to hear him mutter,
"We're friends….sweet."
I sat in the paranormal research class totally bored. The Professor was rambling, but at least it was good stuff. He wasn't ranting about- all ghosts are evil, ghosts don't feel, blah, blah, blah. He was actually saying things like- ghosts are dead, but they're still people, be careful, demonic possession, possession, etc….
"….Remember," Professor Alvin said, "ghosts can be evil, but so can people. The difference is that expect for a certain amount of people, you can't see ghosts and what they are feeling."
I smiled faintly. Personally, I couldn't wait till the end of class. Professor said that the team would have its first meeting tonight- or something. He said that I would be working with four people.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice yelled out as the doors opened.
A girl was in the doorway- wait. She looked at us shocked,
"This…isn't the tech class is it?"
"No," Professor said, "I'm afraid not, Ms.-"
"Gear," I shouted.
She looked at me and then smiled. She waved. Charlie gave me a sideways look and I ignored him.
"Hey Danny!"
"I didn't know you were at this college-"
"That makes two of us. I was going to go to Penn. State, anyway, tech class-"
"Second building," I said, "To the left, right next to here."
She waved and then left. The Professor glared at me and I smiled,
"Sorry," I said sheepishly.
The Professor sighed and continued with his lecturing. Charlie leaned over to me,
"Hey, who was the chic," he whispered.
"Tell you later," I whispered back seeing the Professor's eyes on me.
"So who was the chic," Charlie said after class. Kevin was walking with us though he was Charlie's friend and I barely knew the guy.
"My friend, Gwyn, but she goes by her nickname Gear."
"Why Gear?"
"She's tech savvy. I mean, that girl could hack anything!"
"Okay," Charlie said slowly, "But are you two…you know..."
I gagged,
"No, she's like a sister."
"So, if I hit on her, I won't get punched?"
"Not by me."
I walked away and Charlie called out,
"Wait, what does that mean!"
I texted Gear and got her dorm number. I knocked and it opened to reveal a very hip-hop girl. She was African American, had black hair in a ponytail, and was wearing shorts and an off shoulder gray top. She rolled her eyes,
"Gear, your friend is here!"
"Send him in!"
"If you have sex-"
"NO," both of us shouted and the girl laughed and left.
"Who was that," I asked.
"My roommate, Dawn."
I looked around. Gear's side of the dorm was pretty noticeable. She had her desk with about ten computer screens stacked neatly and attached to the wall. She had many gadgets and gizmos all around. Her bed was really small- but knowing her it was to make more room for her tech. The sheets and blankets were purple and the pillows were white. I looked at the pictures on the wall and raised an eyebrow to see one of me and her there.
"Oh don't get your panties in a knot," she said, "I have a picture of my best friend and me, so what? Besides," she winked, "every time a dude sees it he leaves me alone."
I chuckled.
"So, why are you here Gwyn?"
"Told ya, I wanted to go to Penn. State, but got denied. So, I came here for the tech program and computer labs."
"What about your shop?"
"I have Nick watching it, and Kelly offered to help too while Aaron looked after her café."
"Nick," I scowled. Gear laughed,
"He was very eager to do anything that would help him get me. Won't work, but I needed to rope some sucker into helping."
***
It was about nine at night. It was time to go to the meeting. I was surprised that Charlie wasn't in the dorm, but I ignored it- the guy probably found some girl that fell for his clumsy goof act. It is rather funny….
Charlie stood in front of a girl with notecards. He pushed up his fake glasses.
"So, umm," he stuttered reading them, "…did you fall from Heaven because you," he dropped his cards and sputtered, "- I mean, you- I just…you're pretty…"
The woman blushed and smiled. Her friend leaned over,
"If someone did that to me, I'd fuck them on the spot."
Charlie turned red- I don't know how he was able to blush on command, unless it was real blushing. He picked up the cards, blushing furiously, and looked through them,
"I uhh…I don't have a notecard for this…"
I chuckled at the memory. It worked well until the girls figured out that cards were blank. I walked down the stairs to the paranormal research building. I walked through the doors and saw the Professor and four other people. I saw Kevin, Charlie, and a chic. She had long red hair that was curled slightly and blue eyes. She wore a long brown skirt and a brown crop top. The last was a guy. He had light brown hair and dark green eyes. He had on black slacks and a blue shirt.
"Welcome," the Professor said, "please get acquainted with each other."
I looked over to Charlie, who was smiling like a loon. The other guy- the one I didn't know- stepped forward,
"I'm Bond, Bond Johnson."
Charlie laughed,
"I expected you to say Bond, James Bond."
"Like I haven't heard that before," he rolled his eyes.
"I'm Nancy Venn," the girl said. Charlie nodded,
"I'm Charlie, Charlie Benson, everyone calls me Benson or Ben expect for my knucklehead roommate."
I glared at him and he continued,
"Speaking of, Danny here is my roommate!"
"Danny Lane," I said nodding.
"Kevin McClain."
"Now," the Professor said, "Down to business."
"We need a name," Kevin called out.
"Pardon?"
"A name. Every ghost hunting team has a name! We need one," Kevin said.
"Ghost Getters," Nancy called out then blushed.
"Specter Defectors," Kevin pitched in.
"Soul Finders," Bond said coldly.
Please let it be that….there's no way I am getting called Ghost Getter number – again. Nope. No way, no how.
"Why not," I said, "G.A.- Ghost Anonymous."
"I like that," Nancy said.
"Take a vote," the Professor suggested.
"Ghost Getters," he said, no hands went up, "Specter Deflectors," no hands, "Soul Finders," three hands went up, "Ghost Anonymous," Nancy's hand went up. I shrugged,
"Soul Finders it is."
"So," I said, "What exactly is the purpose of the group? I mean, what are our places?"
The Professor smiled.
"Charlie, Kevin, and Nancy are investigators, actually, all of you will be. You, however, Danny are psychic consultant as well."
"Don't we need a tech master or whatever it's called," Bond said.
"I….I can't find someone who would be willing," the Professor stumbled.
"I could do it."
They all stared at me. I shrugged,
"I mean, I can get my friend to help, but most of it I can do. I'm good when it comes to ghost hunting technology. My parents were ghost hunters and it kind of…rubbed off on me…"
The Professor looked intrigued,
"Can you get a hold of this friend?"
"Sure."
I took out my cell,
"Hey, can you come to the Paranormal Researching building."
"Uhh sure thing Double D."
I hung up and turned to the Professor,
"She'll be here in a second."
Sure enough, the doors flew open and Gear came in. Her hair was a bit messy, but besides that she looked normal. She had on PJs though- gray sweats and a baggy off shoulder pink shirt that clashed with her hair- and what I am even saying….She had her goggles on around her neck.
She glared at me,
"D, you better have a good reason for waking me up."
I chuckled,
"Yeah, would you like to be a tech girl for the Soul Finders?"
She stared at me blankly, and then pinched the bridge of her nose,
"You know what, fine."
The Professor smiled,
"Wonderful."
"And I would help," I pitched in, "I am familiar with ghost hunting tech that is actually pretty advanced."
"Advanced," Bond scoffed.
"Well, my parents were geniuses, most of the time, and invented the Ghost Finder. It could literally tell you where a ghost was at, exactly, and it even worked. It just always picked up on me…"
I froze. Bond raised an eyebrow,
"Why would it pick up on you?"
"Err….Because I am psychic. It picked up on the energies."
Play it cool.
Danny:
I headed to the class. Charlie followed me,
"Danny!"
"Yeah," I said as I slowed down so he could catch up. The books needed for class were in our hands- the paranormal researching books. One, surprisingly, was by my parents.
"Is it true you're psychic?"
"Yeah."
Charlie smiled,
"Is that true…a ghost killed your parents?"
I glared at him,
"We may be friends, Charlie, but no one can ask about that."
I turned to hear him mutter,
"We're friends….sweet."
I sat in the paranormal research class totally bored. The Professor was rambling, but at least it was good stuff. He wasn't ranting about- all ghosts are evil, ghosts don't feel, blah, blah, blah. He was actually saying things like- ghosts are dead, but they're still people, be careful, demonic possession, possession, etc….
"….Remember," Professor Alvin said, "ghosts can be evil, but so can people. The difference is that expect for a certain amount of people, you can't see ghosts and what they are feeling."
I smiled faintly. Personally, I couldn't wait till the end of class. Professor said that the team would have its first meeting tonight- or something. He said that I would be working with four people.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice yelled out as the doors opened.
A girl was in the doorway- wait. She looked at us shocked,
"This…isn't the tech class is it?"
"No," Professor said, "I'm afraid not, Ms.-"
"Gear," I shouted.
She looked at me and then smiled. She waved. Charlie gave me a sideways look and I ignored him.
"Hey Danny!"
"I didn't know you were at this college-"
"That makes two of us. I was going to go to Penn. State, anyway, tech class-"
"Second building," I said, "To the left, right next to here."
She waved and then left. The Professor glared at me and I smiled,
"Sorry," I said sheepishly.
The Professor sighed and continued with his lecturing. Charlie leaned over to me,
"Hey, who was the chic," he whispered.
"Tell you later," I whispered back seeing the Professor's eyes on me.
"So who was the chic," Charlie said after class. Kevin was walking with us though he was Charlie's friend and I barely knew the guy.
"My friend, Gwyn, but she goes by her nickname Gear."
"Why Gear?"
"She's tech savvy. I mean, that girl could hack anything!"
"Okay," Charlie said slowly, "But are you two…you know..."
I gagged,
"No, she's like a sister."
"So, if I hit on her, I won't get punched?"
"Not by me."
I walked away and Charlie called out,
"Wait, what does that mean!"
I texted Gear and got her dorm number. I knocked and it opened to reveal a very hip-hop girl. She was African American, had black hair in a ponytail, and was wearing shorts and an off shoulder gray top. She rolled her eyes,
"Gear, your friend is here!"
"Send him in!"
"If you have sex-"
"NO," both of us shouted and the girl laughed and left.
"Who was that," I asked.
"My roommate, Dawn."
I looked around. Gear's side of the dorm was pretty noticeable. She had her desk with about ten computer screens stacked neatly and attached to the wall. She had many gadgets and gizmos all around. Her bed was really small- but knowing her it was to make more room for her tech. The sheets and blankets were purple and the pillows were white. I looked at the pictures on the wall and raised an eyebrow to see one of me and her there.
"Oh don't get your panties in a knot," she said, "I have a picture of my best friend and me, so what? Besides," she winked, "every time a dude sees it he leaves me alone."
I chuckled.
"So, why are you here Gwyn?"
"Told ya, I wanted to go to Penn. State, but got denied. So, I came here for the tech program and computer labs."
"What about your shop?"
"I have Nick watching it, and Kelly offered to help too while Aaron looked after her café."
"Nick," I scowled. Gear laughed,
"He was very eager to do anything that would help him get me. Won't work, but I needed to rope some sucker into helping."
***
It was about nine at night. It was time to go to the meeting. I was surprised that Charlie wasn't in the dorm, but I ignored it- the guy probably found some girl that fell for his clumsy goof act. It is rather funny….
Charlie stood in front of a girl with notecards. He pushed up his fake glasses.
"So, umm," he stuttered reading them, "…did you fall from Heaven because you," he dropped his cards and sputtered, "- I mean, you- I just…you're pretty…"
The woman blushed and smiled. Her friend leaned over,
"If someone did that to me, I'd fuck them on the spot."
Charlie turned red- I don't know how he was able to blush on command, unless it was real blushing. He picked up the cards, blushing furiously, and looked through them,
"I uhh…I don't have a notecard for this…"
I chuckled at the memory. It worked well until the girls figured out that cards were blank. I walked down the stairs to the paranormal research building. I walked through the doors and saw the Professor and four other people. I saw Kevin, Charlie, and a chic. She had long red hair that was curled slightly and blue eyes. She wore a long brown skirt and a brown crop top. The last was a guy. He had light brown hair and dark green eyes. He had on black slacks and a blue shirt.
"Welcome," the Professor said, "please get acquainted with each other."
I looked over to Charlie, who was smiling like a loon. The other guy- the one I didn't know- stepped forward,
"I'm Bond, Bond Johnson."
Charlie laughed,
"I expected you to say Bond, James Bond."
"Like I haven't heard that before," he rolled his eyes.
"I'm Nancy Venn," the girl said. Charlie nodded,
"I'm Charlie, Charlie Benson, everyone calls me Benson or Ben expect for my knucklehead roommate."
I glared at him and he continued,
"Speaking of, Danny here is my roommate!"
"Danny Lane," I said nodding.
"Kevin McClain."
"Now," the Professor said, "Down to business."
"We need a name," Kevin called out.
"Pardon?"
"A name. Every ghost hunting team has a name! We need one," Kevin said.
"Ghost Getters," Nancy called out then blushed.
"Specter Defectors," Kevin pitched in.
"Soul Finders," Bond said coldly.
Please let it be that….there's no way I am getting called Ghost Getter number – again. Nope. No way, no how.
"Why not," I said, "G.A.- Ghost Anonymous."
"I like that," Nancy said.
"Take a vote," the Professor suggested.
"Ghost Getters," he said, no hands went up, "Specter Deflectors," no hands, "Soul Finders," three hands went up, "Ghost Anonymous," Nancy's hand went up. I shrugged,
"Soul Finders it is."
"So," I said, "What exactly is the purpose of the group? I mean, what are our places?"
The Professor smiled.
"Charlie, Kevin, and Nancy are investigators, actually, all of you will be. You, however, Danny are psychic consultant as well."
"Don't we need a tech master or whatever it's called," Bond said.
"I….I can't find someone who would be willing," the Professor stumbled.
"I could do it."
They all stared at me. I shrugged,
"I mean, I can get my friend to help, but most of it I can do. I'm good when it comes to ghost hunting technology. My parents were ghost hunters and it kind of…rubbed off on me…"
The Professor looked intrigued,
"Can you get a hold of this friend?"
"Sure."
I took out my cell,
"Hey, can you come to the Paranormal Researching building."
"Uhh sure thing Double D."
I hung up and turned to the Professor,
"She'll be here in a second."
Sure enough, the doors flew open and Gear came in. Her hair was a bit messy, but besides that she looked normal. She had on PJs though- gray sweats and a baggy off shoulder pink shirt that clashed with her hair- and what I am even saying….She had her goggles on around her neck.
She glared at me,
"D, you better have a good reason for waking me up."
I chuckled,
"Yeah, would you like to be a tech girl for the Soul Finders?"
She stared at me blankly, and then pinched the bridge of her nose,
"You know what, fine."
The Professor smiled,
"Wonderful."
"And I would help," I pitched in, "I am familiar with ghost hunting tech that is actually pretty advanced."
"Advanced," Bond scoffed.
"Well, my parents were geniuses, most of the time, and invented the Ghost Finder. It could literally tell you where a ghost was at, exactly, and it even worked. It just always picked up on me…"
I froze. Bond raised an eyebrow,
"Why would it pick up on you?"
"Err….Because I am psychic. It picked up on the energies."
Play it cool.