"So I'm the first customer ? Do I get some special prize for that too ?" She asks jokingly with a bit of a chuckle "Anyway...So you don't remember much of before your time as ghost ? I'd consider that concerning, but you are a ghost and I'm certain human medical rules don't... apply to you."
Haunted shakes her head "I can't remember much...I don't want to remember...no medicine...no more doctors...." The typical signs of her panic start setting in, her restless circling speeding up and she starts flicking, quietly repeating to herself "No more medicine," and hides in the coffin. Seems Robin found a bit of a sensitive topic or such. She peeks back out of the side of the coffin eventually, having at least slightly composed herself. "I'm sorry...I'm not usually like this...haven't talked to anyone for a long...long time...bad memories..."
Robin, watching the scene with crossed arms, let's out a soft sigh "Oh boy...Allright, let's forget your past then and let's just make a better future allright ? That's what I'm here for myself." She says, offering a smile to Haunted "So, Ichigo... are you under control of uh... yourself ? Can you make yourself invisible like a ghost in a movie?" The young woman wonders, it might come in handy in the close future.
"Well, you see... I can hide my oddness... by wearing glasses fairly actively." She says, moving her glasses down just a little to show her unusually short 'eyebrows' "But it might not go as easy as with a floating ghost. And being invisible might help us get through town without causing too much of a show, get it ?"
And then Haunted gets a fate point from the Area itself, or perhaps her Ghost aspect. Outside, the two can hear noises, as if someone is approaching. Whoever is doing it...is clearly, clearly not someone skilled at stealth.
"I was just getting to that. Yeah I wanted to go se-" Her sentence is interrupted as she picks up the noises of somebody walking towards their place "...Who would ever think of coming to this place ?" She says, taking a look around "Uhm, Ichigo... can you turn the slenderman forest off...please ? I think we'll be getting a guest of sort... or a friend of yours ? I'm almost inclined to doubt it, no offense."
Haunted shrugs to the question of who it could be, and the illusion starts to warp and fade. "I don't know...who it is...no one ever comes out here...anymore" She then floats over to the stairs and looks up it, watching out for their unexpected guest.
Robin does so in similiarity, walking over to the stairs, yet stays by one edge as she peeks over, taking a side next to Haunted "Have you ever met other ghosts like you Ichigo ? Maybe your place is haunted or something." She says, pushing her glasses back up to place and tugs her scarf up a little, hiding herself some, atleast her inhuman nature.
Outside...Robin can see a punk. I mean, there are punks, but this is a PUNK. The most steretypical punk guy she could possibly imagine. HE even has little spikes embedded in all of his clothes. She's pretty sure there's a Hot Topic...oh, wait. There actually IS a Hot Topic sticker at the back of his jacket!
His hair is in a mohawk, and his muscles are clearly in view. He's built tall and wiry, and the gloves on his hands are perfect for motorcycle riding. All in all? He's could not be more stereotypical.
The Stereotypical Punk is muttering to himself. "Stupid initiation ritual. "Go visit a haunted grave" they said. Could be worse...least I don't have to gack anybody who blinks their headlights.
About the only thing that stands out is his T-Shirt...it's the Burmese flag. There's probably a snarky slogan on the back.
(The Stereotypical Punk has entered the buidling. Robin will gain one fate point if she immediately (And preferably comically), HATES this guy)
Haunted shakes her head to Robin. "No..only one here..." When the punk arrives, she slowly floats towards him, she seems less curious about the situation now more somewhat spaced out again, giving him a blank, dead stare. "Why...are you here...?" Ichigo says in a more emotionless voice than usual, and the torches in the area start flickering oddly, blowing in a breeze that no one but her can see.
"Shh... Ichigo... I got this one. I know JUST how you talk with those..." She says in a whisper, before she gives off a snort and begins to walk up the stairs aswell! "Ey, the abstract art gallery aint here, you must have gotten lost. This is clearly a place for goths" She says and crosses her arms, making her way up the stairs.
The Stereotypical Punk looks over Robin as she comes into view. "Tch...what's a chick like you doing in the graveyard? Looking for a boyfriend? I'm here, because that's what my gang wants me to do. We're the Deathcycles." He points to himself, cocky and self-assured. "See...we got motorcycles, and to face us is to COURT DEATH!"
He crosses his arms and tries to look cool. "We're not afraid of death at all! And because of that, we like to hang around in graveyards and mess 'em up! And that's what I'm here to do. Prove my courage, so NOBODY will mess with me!"
(Mental or Social conflict time! Or, possibly not.)
Haunted floats in circles around the two, starting to look unhappy, though is momentarily startled when the Punk yells about courting death. "Don't mess with...my home..." As she speaks she becomes more and more visible, less transparent and more actually there as she focuses on the scene. The torches on the crypt start burning higher, more fiercely as well, for some strange reason.