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[100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com]

[Dean had been sent home, again, and this time moved forwards. When he arrives here again, he jolts awake against the side of the Impala. He doesn't realise that his face, which had been broken by a furious Lucifer before Sam took control,hurt less than he should - the broken bones having been healed enough to leave him just swollen and bruised to high hell.

Hell, it takes him at least five seconds of staring straight ahead that he's no longer in Stull Cemetery at all.

The realisation that he's back in the manor sets an unbidden flutter of hope going in his chest. He'd rather ignore it, but he can't. Sam was here - badly broken, but here. He moved quickly, back to their room, but stopped short when he could read the nameplate. Sam's name had gone from it. No, No, No, he had to be in there still. That flutter of hope fully extinguished as he pushed the door open, and saw just the one bed, the way it had been before Sam was here. He sat on the bed heavily, pushing his hands back through his hair, trying to get some semblance of himself together before picking up the comm.

He cleared his throat, trying to shift the lump that had formed there before flicking the audio feed on.] It's too much to ask that Sam's just in another room, right? [And there was... next to no emotion in that voice, no hope he was wrong and Sam had just been moved, nothing.

It was better for no emotions than the sadness that was ripping him apart.]

( Audio :: private to Mary )

33rd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[As one of those almost completely unaffected by the plot (as far as he knew anyway), Hayato just assumed it was another quiet week. He didn't particularly mind, it was a bit dull, but after the holidays and all the field trip jumping around it was sort of welcome. He had spent the first few days restocking his supplies of dynamite, and now had decided to continue to fulfill his promise to his mother he made back in October before the whole event with the Angels. Not to mention he wanted to try the sheet music he got for Christmas from Reborn.

So anyone by the music room will hear the sounds of Bach's Solfeggietto and see a familiar silverette at the piano.]

19th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [video] Backdated to Monday

[pineapple_fairy]

[And as it seems to be becoming rather common for Mukuro to come on the feeds demanding attention because there has been some sort of issue with his eye. His smile remains as usual, but his brows are creased together in a rare display of anger. He's got his hand over his right eye, or lack thereof, obscuring it as well as the resurfaced scars for the time being. He looks a hint paler and thinner, as he currently no longer can use his illusions to boost his own image and health, which means his reason for broadcasting probably has something to do with....]

I need to know it anyone has seen a young girl by the name of Chrome. It is imperative that I find her immediately. If there is someone with the facilities and knowledge to keep someone in critical condition alive it would be best to make yourself known now.

Vivien Harmon | 05 | [Action/Accidental Video]

[organics-only.livejournal.com]

[The fallen and forgotten Blackberry rested on the snow, the feed showing a familiar red-haired woman.

Vivien was dazed as she looked around herself. Tree's surrounded her and anyone that knew her previously will notice that she very obviously wasn't pregnant anymore, though there was what seemed to be far too much blood staining her skirt to be normal...was this what heaven was like? The last thing she remembered...pain. Pain and the overall feeling of her strength steadily draining until she couldn't even hold her eyes open any longer.

Turning her eyes to her hands, she slowly clenched them before tilting her head slightly. She felt alive...felt warm...and a quick touch over her wrist revealed that she even had a pulse. How was this possible? ...She knew she was dead. She felt her heart stopping in her chest as she bled out, the strange doctor unable to stop the bleeding.]

...Where am I?

[This place seemed familiar. As though she'd seen it in a dream long ago. Faces flashed through her mind...places. A silver haired kid...Hannibal...Shane...She had been to New York, bought and received presents for Christmas.

She didn't know where to go though, did she walk to where she thought the manor should be or would she even find anything? It all seemed ridiculous, it was nothing but a dream...and yet, these woods seemed so familiar.]

backdated to december 26; early morning.

[heterosexually.livejournal.com]

[John had all but fled the party the night before, and while the locked doors of the lower floor hadn't immediately allowed him to return to his room, he had shifted around uncomfortably and stayed out of sight of most everyone he came across as he skittered about. At one point he had wedged himself behind a plush arm chair and sat in the corner with his knees drawn to his chest, desperate to be alone somewhere that was quiet.]

[When he had gotten back to his room, he had promptly screamed into his pillow until his throat was raw and his voice was scratchy.]

[Which he figured was probably part of the reason he had then curled up in the corner of his bed under a mound of pillows and blankets and watched City of Angels twice before he fell asleep to Sarah McLachlan's melodious voice with his face buried in a pillow to hide the fact that he was way more upset about this than he was letting on.]

[Dawn startled him awake in the form of a ray of sunlight glinting off his glasses, which he had neglected to remove, and he vaulted himself out of bed, still in his sweater and socks from the previous evening, and slid down the hallway in aforementioned sock-feet to room ninety-six, where a one Rose Lalonde dwelled.]

[He stood there for about thirty seconds solid before he knocked shortly on the door.]