Oct. 5th, 2010

[identity profile] 11-sies.livejournal.com
Well, that's a relief... I suppose.

[He's staring at an empty space]
[identity profile] raitosonlyone.livejournal.com
[there's silence. A lot of silence. And then a very small, very small voice that no one would expect from her]

M-Mommy?
[identity profile] controlstheice.livejournal.com
Why won't you stay dead! [Grumbling noises as he Aidou proceeds to be what sounds like moving a chair.]

Does anyone else have an annoyance sticking to them? And is there a way to get rid?
[identity profile] cuteuketwin.livejournal.com
No grandma I'm Kaoru not Hikaru.

[The Blackberry shows a young boy leaning on his desk not looking amused as he turned his head slightly, seemingly talking to someone.]

No...Hikaru isn't here I'm Kaoru.

[A sigh slightly, starting to get a little annoyed, why can't people tell the difference.]

You could never tell the difference just like the rest of them.
[identity profile] searchformysin.livejournal.com
[Oz seems to be looking down, sad look in his eyes as he's busy getting dressed.]

I hope you've been well...I'm fine don't need to worry about me.

[Does his tie up as goes to put a jacket on, a little more cheery than before.]

I have friends mother, I have Gilbert, Alice, Sharon and Break...although he isn't a good type of friend to have, but still a friend.

[Pauses for a moment it seems like he's looking into space.]

I haven't been here long, so I don't really know anyone all that well, but I will don't you worry over me mother.

[He smiles as he turns his head and spots the Blackberry, going to it.] Oh, this was on the whole time.
[identity profile] suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com
[Wallace appears on the feed, smiling broadly. He's stood in the kitchen and there's the sound of hissing in a pan.]

Alright, people, so this ghost stuff sucks ass and has got us all a little down. I'm thinkin' cooked breakfast all round?

You hear that? That's the sound of manor bacon hitting the pan, and today a child is born to us and his name will be bacon. Can you smell it? Can you hear it? Isn't it a wonderful sound? Isn't it mouthwatering?

[The ghost of his hamster at that point in its rolly ball then just happens to get underfoot. Wallace trying not to step on him looses his footing and there's a thud as he slips over. The Blackberry lands on the countertop, nothing else is seen of the poor guy. On the floor he stares at the cute fat little pet in it's ball as it bops into his nose.]

Little bastard...

Everything does not suck!

[And there goes the feed]
[identity profile] pintsizedempath.livejournal.com

[The feed shows the most of the interior of Ravens bedroom, but just to the side, anyone watching will be able to see the girl herself sat on her bed. In front of her, there appears to be an open book, seemingly floating in mid air, occasionally a page turning by itself. Although nothing can be seen or heard, Raven appears to be listening to something only she can hear, at intervals nodding or smiling.]

I've gotta admit - I don't know why you're here, but I'm glad I got the chance to meet you.


((She hasEdgar Allan Poe following her around - yaaay 8D))
[identity profile] lovesoutdoors.livejournal.com
[Finny looks extremely happy as he's looking at the Blackberry directly.]

My little birdy friend came back! Even though he was dead last I checked.

[He's looking on his shoulder and there really isn't anything there, but Finny obviously sees something as he laughs.]

No don't peck me, we'll play later right now I have work which I should be doing.
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Having returned from his training early Piccolo is sitting in the kitchen idly sipping a glass of water, surrounded by several smashed glasses scattered around the kitchen. The reason for his early return probably has something to do with the 8 foot tall GIANT MONSTER of a man behind him. Although this thing resembles Piccolo quite a bit, it is older, larger, and quite a bit scarier looking, It looks like daddy Daimao is back, and he appears to be very very angry at the moment.

The ghost is waving it's hands then slamming them on the table and baring it's teeth as it yells angrily, lucky for everyone else in the manor only Piccolo has to listen to this. He is taking it uncharacteristically well however. He just remains sitting and sipping staring blankly in front of him, even when the ghost grabs the cup from his hands and smashes it against the wall. Piccolo simply materializes another one and continues sipping. Oh what he wouldn't give for some of that drink that odd Jack Sparrow human carried with him. All seems well and good until the Daimao grabs Piccolo's glass once more and smashes it on his head.]



DAMMIT OLD MAN! OF COURSE I STILL HATE THE HUMANS FOR KILLING YOU BUT I SWEAR TO HELL OF YOU WEREN'T ALREADY DEAD I WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU HOURS AGO!
[identity profile] betterwithbones.livejournal.com
[The feed shows Bones sat at her desk, trying to concentrate on a file or some work, but she seems distracted. As if she's trying to ignore someone talking to her, but knows she can't. She suddenly turns in her chair, and talks to th empty space in front of her]

This is physically impossible. You're not real. Ghosts cannot and do not exist, as there is no after life, and so I'd appreciate it if you would leave me alone.

[Bone sounds aggitated, but her expression looks saddened and pained. Like she doesn't want to believe that her Mothers ghost is sat across the room, or talking to her]
[identity profile] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com

[If anyone happens to be in the garden, they might run into Elizabeth. She's out walking, despite the weather, and if anyone looks closely they'll also see a figure walking with her. Every so often, she'll turn her head and speak to the other woman, and occasionally, her voice will become raised. At one point, she stops in her tracks, and looks as if she's shouting at the woman, the woman silently shouting right back]


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