Appearance:Mer is approximately 5'6 and weighs 130 pounds, her body isn't athletic or out of shape, but one of those people that just looks good - normal without trying to do anything. She had slightly muscular legs because she loves to run, but nothing out of the ordinary. Her chestnut hair falls to her shoulders and is usually straightened and curled for a simple wispy effect. She has a small tattoo along her lower back at her underwear line that says, "Live with Passion."
Personal History: Meredith was raised in a good middle class family, her being the only child, her mother stayed at home and her father worked on oil rigs, traveling quiet often. She was a happy child, though found herself with an odd hobby - ghost hunting. She kept finding things misplaced and turning up later in odd places and decided to test the theory and investigate, her findings scaring her more than anything. At the age of ten, she put up her test kits and tried to live in the world of normalcy. A call on her mother’s birthday when she was eleven changed everything. Her father had been killed in a freak accident at two am that morning trying to get home to her and her mother.
The worst part of the event was that she already knew before the call came, the events of the night before forever scarring her and causing her to forever run from the dark. As she grew up and time passed, she realized that the things that occurred in her childhood were just that - a child’s mind running amuck. She tinkered in high school with the unknown and unexplained, but never found anything that convinced her of her earlier conclusions. She dated off and on, but becoming a very serious individual as she grew left her always looking for companionship with someone older, her own age silly and unfocused.
Her move from high school to college was like a new world had opened up to her and she realized that her analytical skills and inquiring mind would assist her brilliantly in a degree in forensics, thinking that she would work for a local law enforcement agency, or perhaps the FBI. Finding herself in a place of comfort with her education and life in general, she felt the pull to start to seek out and search for something beyond herself... what that was, she had no idea.
That she might have to live life without passion.
Xenophobia - Fear of the Unknown.
Theophobia - The fear that God actually exists.
Meredith sat her pen next to her journal, looking up from the well-worn book that whispered the depths of her life’s work and study, the first entry from the shaky hand of a six year old girl as she scribed the static like ether into the pages of her own history. She blinked slowly, her mind working hard to regurgitate the details of their latest assignment.
The paranormal had become her life, along with the need for coffee and the occasional cigarette. People were lurking around every corner to ridicule and demean her in her efforts, her partner being pulled into the mix with her. It was her passion to ensure that the results they gathered were clear, precise and documented in script, audio and visual mediums in order to support the paradigm shifting evidence that something paranormal existed.
She turned in her chair and looked out the foggy window, the cold morning hovering just beyond the warmth of the room. Shutting her journal she stood and stretched, her white t-shirt and jeans in need of a light coat that would keep her warm and yet give her agility should things go wrong. Walking toward her bag she smiled at the thought of moving through a cemetery in the early morning in New Orleans. She checked to make sure everything was as it should be and looked over her shoulder at her journal, hoping that she'd be able to fill the pages with stories of their adventure this time.
The motel was built in the early 1930’s and the structure exuded the time. The inside had been refurbished a few times and though it wasn’t the Hilton by any stretch of the imagination, the crimson and burgundy furniture, carpets and curtains gave it an old world ambience. Meredith walked through the lobby, noting no one but those that were paid to work the ungodly hours of the dead milling about. She made sure to give a professional nod to each person that looked her way, never really knowing when the next stranger might offer them their next assignment. Meredith was a bridge building amongst people and always looked for an opportunity to make a new acquaintance – friend, no so much.
The weather outside was around 52 degrees Fahrenheit and Meredith wished she’d brought a light sweater as the wind picked up a bit and howled around her. She’d dressed in jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and tennis shoes, her sandy blonde hair sweeping her shoulders as she jogged across the street. The moon hung high in the sky, not seeming to be quite willing to make its disappearance anytime soon, its illumination painting everything in a urethral glow.
Meredith loved this time of the morning where everything was still and silent. The world busied itself so often with meaningless tasks that droned on to the countenance of no one. She slipped through the old rod-iron gates, the metal groaning with effort to allow her entrance. A smile touched her lips as the wind blew softly and her chest tightened with excitement. She loved fear and the idea that perhaps she might not be alone in this place of dissention, but surrounded by those that didn’t received welcome into heaven and perhaps didn’t do enough for the glory of hell.
Finding a small wooden bench, Meredith carefully sat down, as not to disturb the silence and opened her bag, pulling out a few things, amongst them her energy reactor and her white noise EM handheld reactor. She sat them beside her, not wanting to turn them on until her partner arrived. She’d learned the hard way a few times that to have an experience without another around for corroboration or witness was as good as invalid. She sat back and let her eyes take in the surrounding area. This cemetery had been well worn by the shoes of many thrill seekers coming to lay visual claim to the history and the popularity of this hollow ground. It was where the book and 1997 box office hit, In the Garden of Good and Evil was filmed, a smile touching Meredith’s lips at the remembrance of Kevin Spacey and his award winning performance.
The soft dripping of water began in the distance, nothing to visible see, but a subtle seduction for the ears, an awareness to the soul that lie in her chest.