[AU workshop here! TL;DR: Alexander Handsome, M.D., (yes that's his name), 39 years old, emergency physician, manipulative bastard, hair is short-ish brown instead of long blue.]
III. fuckin ghosts everywhere man
[Dr. Handsome likes to think of himself as a rational man. Ghosts aren't real, obviously, and anyone who thinks they are is a gullible fool. But today, just today, he's been seeing strange things out the corner of his eye. He's dismissed them, of course; the human mind is notoriously easy to deceive, especially when you work shifts this long and drink this much coffee.
It's as he's driving home from the hospital that he can't ignore it anymore. He's speeding down the road, when someone - something - appears out of the fog directly in front of his car. He swerves to avoid it, but this sends him toward the sidewalk, and he swerves the other way to avoid a fire hydrant and nearby pedestrian (you, quite likely!), and then he spins out.
He regains control a split second later, though the car - a blue late-model Cadillac sedan - is now facing the wrong way, and traffic has stopped behind him. Alex steps out of the car, looking back wide-eyed at the spot where the thing appeared. There's nothing there now, of course, and uh ... it doesn't seem to have occurred to him to apologize to the person he almost ran over. When he addresses them, it's to ask-]
Alex | Golden Sun
III. fuckin ghosts everywhere man
[Dr. Handsome likes to think of himself as a rational man. Ghosts aren't real, obviously, and anyone who thinks they are is a gullible fool. But today, just today, he's been seeing strange things out the corner of his eye. He's dismissed them, of course; the human mind is notoriously easy to deceive, especially when you work shifts this long and drink this much coffee.
It's as he's driving home from the hospital that he can't ignore it anymore. He's speeding down the road, when someone - something - appears out of the fog directly in front of his car. He swerves to avoid it, but this sends him toward the sidewalk, and he swerves the other way to avoid a fire hydrant and nearby pedestrian (you, quite likely!), and then he spins out.
He regains control a split second later, though the car - a blue late-model Cadillac sedan - is now facing the wrong way, and traffic has stopped behind him. Alex steps out of the car, looking back wide-eyed at the spot where the thing appeared. There's nothing there now, of course, and uh ... it doesn't seem to have occurred to him to apologize to the person he almost ran over. When he addresses them, it's to ask-]
What was that? You saw it, didn't you?