In Person/Voice/Video

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[IN PERSON:

Jake is walking through the halls of the manor and towards his room. He had hoped the start of a new week would mean the re-emergence of food and liquor, but subsequent trips to the kitchen have proved otherwise. He's on his way back from another unsuccessful check of the goods when he's certain he hears footsteps behind him. He stops, looks over his shoulder, and waits a moment to see who it might be.

...no one appears and the footsteps stop. Huh.

He starts walking again with a shrug, but the footsteps start almost immediately. Once more he whips around to find nothing. This...this isn't right. There's someone there. He feels it, but...

One hand is already in his pocket, going for his knife, although he keeps it there for now. The other hand produces his blackberry and Jake very carefully turns on the voice feature.]

[VOICE:]

Know this seems a bit abrupt, but anyone else notice anything strange 'round the ranch today? Seems like we still ain't got anythin' to eat but I keep gettin' the most ornery suspicion I-

[IN PERSON:

And that's where the speaking itself stops, as Jake suddenly finds himself run through with a long blade from behind. His hand on his own knife tightens reflexively, but he doesn't have the time to react, having been taken totally by surprise and caught off guard. All he can do is weakly gurgle and cough as he slides off the killer's weapon and falls into a heap on the ground, his life draining out of him in a matter of seconds. His blackberry drops with him, bouncing a few times on the floor, before the video feature is knocked on.]

[VIDEO:

There isn't really a good shot of much of anything, other than the edge of a wall and the hallway floors. However, anyone who watches the feed long enough will notice a red puddle appear on one corner of the transmission and grow across the feed...]

[Audio -> video || in person replies ONLY please]] || hunt 3 || Feeding time at the zoo

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[At first there's no video. a low growl can be heard over the communiction feed. The sound is muffled, his blackberry is in his pocket, he'd brushed against a wall, and had managed to turn it on. There's a sound of footsteps that can be heard echoing, but they sound like they're in front of him.

Dean hadn't fed since he was turned, and he'd... pretty much failed at controlling the blood lust. He was naturally drawn to people, and hanging around humans, let alone the fact that there was the constant sounds of food - the blood pumping and hearts beating - all around him meant that the inevitable had happened. The instinct-driven animalistic side of what he was had emerged.

His hand dipped into his pocket, and he pulled out the blackberry. It was distracting him from his prey, being a weight in his jean pocket (he'd not put his jacket on when he'd left his room - sign number one he wasn't feeling quite himself as he never went anywhere without the damned thing.) As he put his hand in his pocket, he managed to turn the video on. At first, the screen still dark, the sub-basement can be seen as dim shapes. It's dark down here, but it's clear that it isn't hindering Dean. But then... in the almost non-existent light, a woman's figure can be seen.

Roxanne.

As he turns it over, you get a brief shot of his face. His eyes are cold, and you can probably see the bloodlust and hunger in their green depths, which just looked almost flat now. Not what you would have seen before. There's another grolw, and his lip curls up over his teeth. Both sets of them. the top set are pointed fangs that sit over his normal teeth. then the blackberry is dropped, and the last thing you see on the feed is the sole of a boot treading on the camera as he starts stalking after her again, before the feed goes static.]

12th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [text]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[After being over 2 weeks without any form of nicotine in his system Hayato was desperate... so desperate that he was willing to suck up his pride and ask for help. He didn't expect it to be free but he was sick and tired or the restless nights, the headaches, nausea, coughing, and being even more irritable then usual. Thus he sends out the following text, too ashamed to show his face while begging]

Does anyone have a cigarette I could bum off of? I'll pay you back later.

2nd illusion || Rokudo Mukuro || [video/in person]

[pineapple_fairy]

[The feed comes on showing a full shot of Mukuro sitting on his bed, leaning forward comfortably, elbow on his knees and head in one hand, his trademark trident being held upright with his other. His mismatched eyes almost glowing in the dim light of the room. On the floor in front of him is what looks like a body all garbed in black, face down on the ground with blood pooling around his middle. Clearly he's set the camra up as such to put on a bit of a show.]

My, my, not even two days and already I seem to have made someone irate enough to have taken a stab at my life [pun]. Kufufufu, a shame he was such a weak minded fellow. Why, he tripped and fell right on his own knife.

[There's no sign of any sort of struggle... at all, even the trident is lacking any trace of blood. Though Mukuro seems unfazed, his usual smile gracing his features... though his brows are knit together in irritation.]

If anyone knows who has something so against me, I would very much like to meet them for a...chat. That will be all thank you.

[And the boy gets up, stepping over the body and picking up the device to shut it off. It gets a close up of his face, however there's something just over his shoulder. Without missing a beat Mukuro drops the device to the ground, taking his trident in both hands. He sticks it in the masked figures gut, and begins pushing him.. The two go off screen and then there's the sounds of glass breaking. In a moment Mukuro comes back on screen, picking up the device as he glances out the window, looking downward with smug satisfaction]

Oh dear, poor fellow. That looks rather painful....

[He clearly doesn't care. However, his eyebrows knit together in irritation again when his eyes look once more into his room]

I hope that doesn't stain the rug....

Teru Mikami ~12~ Fear [Voice]

[inordertobelieve]

[Filtered to Police and Detectives]

As you probably have suspected by his message on the network, Jake Marshall has become the victim of a killer.
He has been stabbed from behind. I'm at the crime scene at the moment and it would be helpful if someone could come investigating it, as I'm not properly qualified for this kind of work.
It's at the right side of the staircase in hall 1.

Thank you.