{Second Robbery} Damn Ghosts..... (In Person/Video)

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[Gunshots were fired in room 61 from what sounds like a .45 caliber pistol. Six shots total, one destroyed closet door. His gun was still pointing at the door as he yanked it open by the knob that was barely hanging on by the setter.]

Stop fucking around!

[The tone of his voice depicted he wasn't up for jokes this time and he wasn't playing. His small armory was still in tact but one of the guns now seems to be floating in mid air, the click of the hammer being pulled back slowly.

John didn't budge.]

It's not loaded, moron.

[He knew this because he takes out the clips from all the guns he had in there unless he intended to use them. The pistol still clung to the air.]

Go on. Pull the trigger. You'll know I'm right.

[*click*]

[John's eyes narrowed. His pistol still pointing at nothing. He snatches the gun out of the air and smirks.]

You're not scaring me.

[*thump*]

[John was hit on the back of the head with a tossed pillow. Just as fast, he whips around and sees nothing. He didn't fire off his gun only because he saw no target. This has been going on for a day now and he was loosing his patience and fast. He holsters his gun and storms out of the room, throwing the door open as it hits his dresser with a loud thump.]

I swear I'm in a goddamn nuthouse.

[He mutters as he walks away. He's simply had enough of the stupidity and as he's going through the hall, he's ripping down decorations in his wake and kicks the inflatable cat down the hall, sending it tumbling down the stairs with the motion detector going off as it makes fake hissing and feline like growling noises. John only raises his brow at the ridiculousness.]

What a load of shit.

[He looks at his device and growls.]

What are you looking at?

[He cuts off the feed.]

(OOC: John's adjustment is a rough one. He'll eventually head off toward the grounds just to blow off some steam.)

Second Psychic Bloom - Lili Zanotto [Accidental Video]

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Oh come on!

[Such a lovely way to start a feed- but what can you ask for when a little girl is balancing precariously on a glowing ball trying to snatch at her floating hair tie. ]

Stupid- thing! Give it back!

[Why hello frustration, thy name is Lili Zanotto Vs. poltergiest. This proven as she manages to grab onto her hair tie after some struggle, yanking back with as much force as a little girl can before the ghost lets go entirely-


And Lili tumbles back onto the floor with a loud thump.]

...This sucks.

10 Star Ball || Piccolo

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[Piccolo was sitting on the front steps looking very, very bored. He had been waiting for two weeks to get outside, but now that he was he found himself with nothing to do. His little roommate had returned to her rightful room and now Piccolo didn't have anyone to show off the fruits of his training to, making training feel a little pointless. And he didn't do quite a lot in his free time other than training.

Piccolo's room was no longer a source of entertainment without Elphie. Of course Piccolo wasn't too keen on going back to his room anyway. It seemed that someone had tied the now lifeless rice cooker to his doorknob by the cored.]

4rth wish|| Dende

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[Dende had finally managed to come out of his room. Not from a burst of courage, more like the big talking orange berry in his room was scaring him.

The library seemed like the safest place to go, there was a lot of light and people came in and out a lot, but they weren't noisy. He just wanted a nice quiet place to rest. The events from the previous week had left him scared and confused and more homesick then ever.

For now Dende just curled himself up on a chair by the window. He jumps at any loud sudden noises and is not his usual cheery and chipper self.]

4th Titan • Claudia • [In Person]

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[Claudia doesn't get this Halloween thing in the least. The decorations are beginning to unnerve her, at first she was mildly curious but this morning after nearly losing her hand in her possessed dresser she's a bit weary of the new and different Halloween things. There's a rather traditional Jack-o-latern outside her door and she eyes it suspiciously, she brings her toe close to it as if she intends to prod it then changes her mind, stepping back and looking doubtfully at it. After some time she managed to pull herself away and retreat to the kitchen (where she discovered some individually wrapped candies which she has stuffed into her bag.) Now she's back outside her room, ready to ignore the pumpkin now that she's sure it still is just a pumpkin with a face carved in it.

But, of course, that was before James bewitched it.

Now, it's talking to her.]

Where are you running off to so fast, beautiful?

[Claudia is startled and looks down at the pumpkin.]

You know, you've got the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen

[It's instinct that kicks in. Without her Knight to protect her she is, essentially, helpless. Everything that poses any threat puts her on high alert, including a flirtatious pumpkin. So she kicks the suave Jack-o-Lantern and sends it flying in your direction...]


((OOC: Orange = pumpkin))

Craft 015 ╬ Robin ╬ Dress up [Accidental video/In person]

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[Having left her blackberry in her room, Robin had gone to retrieve it. However, when she opens the door, she gasps in surprise at what she see's.

Her wardrobe  has been completely turned out, her clothes strewn all over the room. Stranger (and more surreal) still, in front of her mirror is one of her dresses - apparently being worn by something or someone. The item of clothing appears to be turning this way and that in front of the looking glass, as one would if seeing how something fitted. Robin shuts the the door slowly, and just watches in disbelief as the invisible person continues to flit about infront of the mirror in her dress, posing and twirling around]

um...excuse me?..That's mine..

[The dress turns suddenly, apparently more surprised to see Robin than vice versa. Floating backwards, the two simply look at each other. Robin then smiles]

It's okay..I was just wondering what you were-

[She's cut off when it suddenly flies forward, and grabs the back of her jacket. After a few seconds of struggling, the ghost wins, and pulls on the long red overcoat triumphantly, before turning back to the mirror and modelling itself once again. Robin picks herself, not sure whether or not to be amused or offended. She wasn't scared..but...bewildered.

However, when the clothed spectre suddenly goes fo her again, Robin doesn't have time to do anything as the ribbons in her har are roughly pulled out and her glasses yanked off of her face. Blonde hair falling about her shoulders, she rubs her scalp as the ghost assembles the stolen items on itself. The door opens suddenly, and the young girl finds herself forcibly evicted from the room, the door slamming shut again.

Unlike before, when she'd just been a little bored, Robin was now roomless, cold, and utterly confused]


...what just happened...?

 

Knife 04 ░ Chane ░ D< [Accidental Video]

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[The feed from Chane's blackberry will show the room Chane and Vino share looking a little...messier than usual. His clothes are strewen everywhere, but, nothing of hers. The lady herself is wearing something that looks a little like this. She's just staring at herself in the mirror, her face scarlet.

She's clearly not amused.]

Ampoule 05 - [Accidental Video] // Home Again...

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[Now that Shiki is well and truly back in the Manor he feels an odd sense of relief. They must have been trying some form of operant conditioning, although their method only made him wonder how they knew about his past. It was confidential to everyone, simply because there were no files on him on record at all. He growled in frustration and ran a hand through his hair. It was bad enough he'd been subjected to that but when he returned he was stuck wearing some ridiculous costume. He then begins to make his way to the kitchen, he hadn't eaten all week and was ready to kill for something to eat. Upon arriving at the kitchen he finds a small bowl filled with sweets. The entire place looked tacky with stereotypical decorations everywhere, lurid orange didn't do much for him. 

Cocking a brow he picks one out of the bowl and pops it into his mouth as he pulls a few things from the cupboard to make a simple bowl of cup noodles for a start. The sweet admittedly is more flavoursome than he's used to and is sorely tempted to spit it out, even if it does taste better than anything he'd eaten back home in a long time. Eventually he swallows it, making the face you usually make when you've just eaten something sour, wincing and biting his bottom lip waiting for the flavour to pass.

He's just about to take a seat at the table, and dig into his noodles when he spots one of the cupboard doors banging open and closed repeatedly. Shiki just gives it an unimpressed expression before eating a forkful of noodles. Only to have the pot flipped into his face.
With the chickeny noodle goosh running down his face he inhales deeply, as he exhales it's a growl, putting the fork down and simply wiping his face on some kitchen towel. A tiny voice somewhere just laughing all the while.]

So, now she's going to try and deprive me of food too? Tch.