Arthur had been boredly leaning on a wall, or appearing to. The fact is if he had leaned on it at all he would have fallen through it so merely creating the illusion of what would be leaning on a wall. Rain was pouring down, splashing into the puddles that were all already around the pathways in Obsidian Harbor. A Ghostly day in deed, at least thats what the people would call it. Dark, Gloomy, Grey skies, who was Arthur kidding Ghosts did look some what like that. It was beside the point, the fact that people had that little care for those around them was appalling. Then again who was Arthur to say anything, he was a Ghost and in turn Ghost's opinions never really mattered to much.
Looking at some of the People as they moved on by, Arthur's eyes glanced from his ghost like book, back up to the people again. Nothing every interesting happened around in Obsidian Harbor now-days. Maybe Remus needed some help at the Apothecary? Doubtful. letting out a long sigh, Arthur closed his book over and placed it into his right pocket, some what beginning to sing quietly a poem.
"To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory."
The sound was swift and it was soft, enough for any one walking at least slightly close to Arthur to hear it. Anything would do to get some life back into this place, all people came here for now day was shopping. Why couldn't people come and purchase a Ice-Cream, well at least more regularly any way. Why didn't people get lost more often? It was a pleasure to help people out, made Arthur feel at least a little more humane. Who was he kidding, it was pointless to want to feel a little humane, it was like feeding himself false hope. Smiling at some people that walked passed, he noticed them jog off rather quickly. They were two young lad's maybe ten years of age at the oldest, and seeing a Ghost probably wasn't on their To-Do list.
Looking around the area before him, Arthur took his stance once again doing what he did every day when he wasn't needed at the Apothecary, waiting, watching and listening. Observing his surroundings and looking out to see if he would ever be needed out on the streets of Obsidian Harbor again.
Looking at some of the People as they moved on by, Arthur's eyes glanced from his ghost like book, back up to the people again. Nothing every interesting happened around in Obsidian Harbor now-days. Maybe Remus needed some help at the Apothecary? Doubtful. letting out a long sigh, Arthur closed his book over and placed it into his right pocket, some what beginning to sing quietly a poem.
"To live as gently as I can;
To be, no matter where, a man;
To take what comes of good or ill
And cling to faith and honor still;
To do my best, and let that stand
The record of my brain and hand;
And then, should failure come to me,
Still work and hope for victory."
The sound was swift and it was soft, enough for any one walking at least slightly close to Arthur to hear it. Anything would do to get some life back into this place, all people came here for now day was shopping. Why couldn't people come and purchase a Ice-Cream, well at least more regularly any way. Why didn't people get lost more often? It was a pleasure to help people out, made Arthur feel at least a little more humane. Who was he kidding, it was pointless to want to feel a little humane, it was like feeding himself false hope. Smiling at some people that walked passed, he noticed them jog off rather quickly. They were two young lad's maybe ten years of age at the oldest, and seeing a Ghost probably wasn't on their To-Do list.
Looking around the area before him, Arthur took his stance once again doing what he did every day when he wasn't needed at the Apothecary, waiting, watching and listening. Observing his surroundings and looking out to see if he would ever be needed out on the streets of Obsidian Harbor again.