Aoko Nakamori: 034: [In Person]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[Aoko is just in her room- laying on the bed with her hanging off the side and upside down and... that's about it. The door is cracked open a bit so feel free to let yourself in]

48th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello is standing outside of L's door...no, what once was L's door. The door is blank, and Mello looks as if someone has just died]

[10th Calculation] Sorrow {In Person}

[eugene-watson.livejournal.com]

[Eugene had emerged into the hallway carrying a tray full of cookies and tea. He hadn't seen Sara around for a while and upon reaching her door, he figured out why. His heart sank and his head nods slowly.

Anger, sorrow and a bit of what was seen as pensiveness graced his face and moved away from the door and back into the kitchen to unmake the tray. Setting the plate of cookies on the dinning room table, he walked away from it, feeling as though something was taken from him again even though she was not his daughter. It was that old familiar feeling of regrets that caused him pause and headed toward the library to take up his habit of reading alone once again.]

I hope that you're with your father now.

[Quietly, he goes about his day and hardens himself again. Too many things have taken him from what was important to him and this was just another example of his neglect.]

{10th Bullet} What the fuck? [Audio]

[sands-in-mexico.livejournal.com]

[The sound of pacing and what sounds like something being tapped on material can be heard through the audio device. Sheldon's voice depicts a slightly sour mood lightly sprinkled with concern.]

What's happening with everyone? One minute we're sitting and talking and the next people just vanish. People don't just vanish. This isn't some sort of alien abduction we're talking about here. There's something going on and to make matters worse, we're simply supposed to forget?

Fuck that noise with a lighting rod. Anyway, any ideas? I'll be glad to hear them.

[The shuffle of hard soles on wood is heard and a beep from the feed being cut off.]

{Twelvth Case} Where does love go when it dies? (In Person)

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[There wasn't much to be said when work had to be done and Ichabod was no exception. He felt something pang in his chest and rushed out of the lab where he was working on a few experiments. With a quick opening of the door, he looked around with a scowl. Something wasn't right.

He ran up the staircase and toward Elizabeth's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, his fist stops in mid swing and looks at the now empty plaque. His breath hitched with widened eyes.]

No.....this cannot be.

[His hand drops to its side and slowly he turned the knob to open the now empty room. His heart sank which showed visibly on his face. Slowly he turns away and closes the door, closing his eyes to push down the tears that were threatening to come. It was too hard to not notice that Ichabod was alone once again but this time the scar on his shoulder ached more than ever. His hand touched the pained flesh as he turned to walk away.]

I'm glad your home....and do be well.

☸ 12th Plunder ☸ What's this? [Video]

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

[A very drunk but still standing pirate graces the screens with an up close of his mouth as he blows on the screen and wipes it off.]

Pardon.

[After a few seconds of wiping off the screen, he starts to speak and with a slur to his words.]

Apparently there is a bit of a slightly confusing misunderstanding of whatever it is out there that's the cause of such misfortunes. However, I am not without sympathy and I offer my condolences which is why I have cleared off my screen, my darlings...and lads. Fear not, my friends, as we remember the cuttlefish in their flipper-glorious wisdom.

[He picks up a bottle of rum, pulls off the cork with his teeth and spits it out.]

Drink up me harties yo-ho!

[and the screen goes black]