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aboruk-otiak.livejournal.com

*Akito crouched near the door to the kitchen, shaking out a salt can sized bottle of some sort of dark powder into the hall along the line of the wall where it wouldn't be easily seen. He glances both ways and disposes of the can inside a potted plant, then ducked into the room. Jogging quickly, the thief snuck out the window, and worked his way back around inside, hiding in a nearby room.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of familiar footsteps. A middle aged man walked determinedly into the kitchen, talking to the empty room for a moment before realizing Akito wasn't actually there.*

Now I'm not going to say it again. You're going to come with me and submit to reprogramming before you cause any more trou-hey, where did he go?

*wasting no time, Akito crept up behind him and kicked him hard into the room, and lit a match, backpedaling quickly out of the way as he dropped it on the line of powder*

Goodbye for good, Father.

*with that he dashed quickly down the hallway, jumping for safety just as the kitchen lit up in flames*

((ooc: Manorites may have seen him violently trying to end the ghost of some kind of scientist all week, until he vanished suspiciously Friday night. While he was creeping about, he stole some certain supplies and booby trapped the kitchen in the middle of the night Saturday. Anyone near the kitchen will see the room pretty much explode. Let's hope no one was IN the kitchen, cause that wouldn't have stopped the robot from lighting it up.))

kansai-ahou.livejournal.com

*Heiji is lying in bed, and doesn't look entirely happy about being there. There's a slight haze about the room at the edges of the picture.

He clears his throat and frowns at the camera*

Oi, anyone out there come t' terms with their ghosts? I've been sittin' 'ere alone with my regrets all week an' I could use someone t' talk to. *this week has been kind of boring after last week....*

myfakerep.livejournal.com

[There is a click and suddenly you are looking at one brown eye peering into the screen. Then the person gets back and you see it's actually a young man in his twenties.]

Can people actually see me in there? Well, time to find out.

Hello, kidnapper of mine. We have a slight problem here.

See, I can't get kidnapped right now because there's this situation back home that I really need to resolve because my whole future kinda depends on it. So, if you'll just release me and Blo...Rapunzel (a girl with lots and lots of blond hair?), we'll leave and we will just pretend this never happened, okay?

[ooc: Let's just say he met a few Manorites that helped him figure out how to work his blackberry.]

whitefacedclown.livejournal.com

[Allen sat down outside, his ghost wearing a very familiar outfit that he recognised as the old exorcists uniform. Yet, he had never really met Suman in this way before. He had made sure that when he sat down, that he sat right in front of him, eyes to the floor the memory of that day fresh in his mind as if it was only yesterday. But it hadn't. A small laugh brushed by his lips as he looked up at him, he was sure if the man would listen to him, or forgive him or what, but he knew that he just hoped he could listen.]

Suman... I'm sorry that I couldn't save you. I hope that you are resting in peace once this plot is over.

[He smiled slightly as he looked up at the sky. He had said it, he just hoped that it was the case of he was resting peacefully...especially after all of this as he closed his eyes, hoping to get some sort of shut eye when he got the chance.]

notkinkypatch.livejournal.com

( Cut just to be safe, this ain't no Scream, mang )

noras-boy.livejournal.com

[Hope is hiding somewhere in the manor. He's sitting and his face might be a little damp. It's water from when he splashed his face! Honest. And those soft sobs you hear? That might be Hope. But it's not really.

You'll be able to see a woman crouching over him trying to comfort him. But everytime she gets close, Hope jumps up and runs to somewhere different.

It's difficult confronting the woman you couldn't save.

Where you find him when you run into him? That's up to you.]

crystalline_skies

((ooc: purple is Lenalee, red is ghost!Anita.))

[Lenalee is sitting on a bench in the garden, hands folded in her lap. Behind her is a gorgeous woman in ornate robes that cover just a little bit too little, comb in hand. Her wistful smile is almost motherly as she brushes Lenalee's hair out.]

Your hair is getting long again.

Yes. There's still a ways to go, but...

[Lenalee trails off, smiling.]

It only takes more time. You've already grown into a lovely woman.

[Lenalee flushes faintly at the praise. It's hard to know what to say when a woman like Anita calls her 'lovely,' let alone a grown woman. She still feels young, having her hair brushed like this. But it is pleasant.]

Thank you.

sun_from_the_ashes

[The video feed comes on to the inside of ... well, it's Tsuna's room, as much as there's a corner with some other, smaller furniture. In the center of the room, on a small table, is a very large sheet cake with the Vongola crest on it; above the crest are the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY", and below it, "REBORN AND TSUNA". The alternating corners are adorned with cutesy little chameleon and lion faces; there's a "32" just inside the corner on the side with Reborn's name, and "15" on the other side by Tsuna's.]

[Reborn HASN'T noticed the camera yet, and is just shaking his head at it; sure, it's a day early for Tsuna, but it looks like the Author's at least paying a little too much attention to detail.]

[Then there's a quiet, stifled feminine giggle, and he looks up sharply, confused, before spotting the Blackberry in the hands of a certain ghost; he just smiles and shakes his head.]

Couldn't let me sneak away on this one, eh, Princess? [The ghost laughs again.] You know, it's usually considered rude to advertise people's ages. [His tone's amused and gentle chiding without any real annoyance; the camera clicks off.]

((OOC note: Video/network replies will come from either/both Reborn (

sunfromtheashes) and/or Tsuna (

notathunnusfish)!))

ursokinky.livejournal.com

[Catherine sat quietly in the dining room, fingers tracing the outline of a glass of her usual drink, while over her shoulder a ghost of her past was hanging around. Although she appeared to give him no notice, the ghost appeared to be doing the same to her.]

The author was sure she would have her little fun this week by sending these... ghosts of people we know.

[She gently picks up her glass and takes a sip of her drink, letting the nice cool liquid go down her throat.]

Or so she thought anyway.

[She chuckled slightly, putting her glass down, her ghost friend still not noticing her existence, instead he appeared to be floating around the room, trying to do things that a ghost clearly cannot.]

I honestly don't know the guy, so whatever the author was thinking was completely off the bat with this one.

[She lets out another light laugh, this time though she covers her mouth with a hand.]

Oh well, maybe I can have fun with this.

making-a-man.livejournal.com

( Cut for length )

was_a_hunter

( Hauntings suck. )

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[Elphaba is in the library, trying her best to ignore her Mother's ghost; unfortunately for her, Melena is as persistant as she is beautiful, and soon Elphaba's book is page down on the table, it's holder turned angrily in her seat. Only, she isn't angry as such, not at her mother anyway. More at herself, in a strange way. Of course Melena was disappointed with her - that was all she was ever going to be when it came to her eldest daughter. But, despite all reason and rationale in Elphaba's mind telling her that pleasing a dead woman wasn't important, a small part of her still wanted acceptance from the one person every child should be able to turn to.

As it stands, however, the two are currently arguing - or rather, having a 'heated debate']

You always were difficult, even as a baby. I couldn't believe-

Not many people can, mother, but here I am. It's not my fault you ate something funny or drank too much..or what was it Father said that caused my skin colour?..

That's not what I was going to say

Really? Well, there's something unexpected

But now that you mention it, perhaps if you'd been-

Ah yes, that was it! It was because I was cursed!

Elphaba! For Oz' sake, let me finish!

What's the point?? I know what you're going to say, and you know what, I'll make it really damn simple for you; I'm not Nessa, nor would I ever want to be. I'm not sorry I'm not what you wanted, and I won't apologise for who I am.

[Getting to her feet, this would be where Elphaba would push past Melena..if she was, y'know, solid..]

[Feel free to bump into Elphie coming out of the library, in the library, wherever =]]

inordertobelieve

[The video feed flickers on to reveal Mikami and a black-haired Japanese woman in her late thirties standing in the library. They seem to have talked to each other for a few minutes already and now there is just awkward silence for a small moment, before the woman speaks]

How old are you now, Teru?

[Mikami seems collected, but his voice is more silent than usually. He does not really know how to feel about this situation at all. Even after all these years he had not forgiven his mother and thinks of her death as mostly justified, but the betrayal is just so... far away. He can't really feel the disappointment anymore. He's an adult now and he sees another adult. It is odd]

I'm 28...

[His mother seems momentarily shocked. There is just so much in his life she had missed out on, so much... ]

I see. How did you get through high school? Did the bullying continue?

[Mikami takes a moment to reply. Of course, she had to bring this up. She just had to, naturally, it'd been their issue back before she died]

I got through it just fine and my grades were good.

[She tilts her head.]

You didn't reply the second question.

[Mikami sighs a small bit, readjusting his glasses]

There was no time at which I would have taken your advice. I did continue the exact same way, because it's the right way.

[And at this part the feed is cut off]

100deaths-a-day.livejournal.com

[During last week, Dean got.... no sleep at all. So when he had finally crashed, he'd crashed hard. Needing the sleep for healing as well as just getting some goddamned rest, he had spent most of the day yesterday asleep. But suddenly, he'd woken. Something wasn't right. His hand moved automatically for the knife under his pillow, and he'd began looking around to see if he could put his finger on it.

It didn't take long.

Just to make sure he was right, he'd not just stalked through the manor into all the rooms he could, but had drive into the desert, and searched the woods and down by the lake.

when he got back in, he sat on his bed and switched on the video. He had that carefully neutral expression and tone of voice which meant he was either angrier than he was going to let on, or more panicked than he was going to let on. And in this case: Both of the above.]

People disappear and come back all the time, right? [It's more like he's trying to convince himself. He's seen more people he considered friends disappear and not come back than he has them be gone just for a few days. And Dean? Well, life, especially where Sam was concerned, had taught him to be a pessimist. But Dean couldn't lose him again. Couldn't

In the feed, there's suddenly a brunette wearing sunglasses and a smile is in the room with him as he sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. The empty bed creaks as she settles on it. There's the whisper of jeans as her legs cross and a cane taps his ankle. He forgets the comm is on as he looks up.]

Hi Dean. You're quite the sight for prosthetic eyes. Sam.. is gone. He's falling again.

[her voice is soft with regret. Dean went to chuckle at her greeting, but it caught in his throat as she told him where Sam was.]

Pamela. ...No, "how are you?" Well, i never did take you as one for beating about the bush. [but the paleness of his face shows how much his heart just sank. Pamela reaches out for his hand, squeezing it tightly]

It's not forever, Dean. Your brother gets out of the Cage. He'll survive.

[Dean nods] I know he gets out. [he knows he was lied to about it, too] But.... He shouldn't have to go through that again. Even if it's the first time for him.

But you know he came back wrong, don't you? His.. rescuer botched the job something fierce. He-

[this is where the feed cuts. Dean had realised it was still on, and he wanted to finish this conversation privately.]

livedinatower.livejournal.com

[Considering what happened last week, this week Rapunzel was quietly sitting in a tree. Her hair flowing all the way down to the ground, rolling a good distance away as far as it could go. The plot this week for her was nothing, boring and pretty much she had already explored most of this place already during the last week when she spent most of it running from those thugs. Leaning back against the tree, she looks up at the night sky, a hopeful gleam in her eye as she did.

Looking at the stars quietly she started looking for any constellations that she knew from her many years of watching the sky at night. For now she seems contempt in just watching them for her own amusement. She appeared rather... happy to say the least as she continued to try and find the stars she recognised.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[The video feed starts with a clatter to the ground, catching sigh of Gokudera's shocked face as he looks at someone off-screen. In his surprise he seems to have fallen backwards. Soon a gentle looking woman comes on the screen, with an uncanny resemblance to the boy before her]

M-madre?

[And the teen scrambles back to the door and fumbles with the knob on his for a moment before he manages to open it, and bolted out, running down the halls as fast as he can. He paid no mind to who he might be shoving out of the way in the process, not until he stumbled outside the front door onto the porch.

Meanwhile the woman picks up the device, casting a worried look down the hall after the boy who ran off]

Hayato...

[And she turns the feed off]

pineapple_fairy

[The feed comes on to Mukuro's room which is extremely dark, only a few rays of light make it through the shades on the window. There's the sound of a scuffle and Mukuro seems FAR from pleased about what's going on, even uncharacteristically raising his voice in rage as he appears to be fighting someone off him. Suddenly there's a small purple flame engulfing his right eye illuminating part of his face with it's unnatural glow. In mere moments after there's a sickening squelching noise followed by a snap and Mukuro's opponent falls to the floor. Mukuro steps onto the figures chest and squats down]

Kufufu, well, well, well. Here's a face I never thought I would have the pleasure of seeing again.

[The body he's perched on squirms and tries to let out a scream- that Mukuro has done something to muffle]

shhhhhh, come now? Isn' t it "an honor to die as part of the development"? That's what you told us. I suppose I am all that's left of the 'development' though... at least here. Isn't that a shame? I suppose we should make you part of the development now...

[And Mukuro reaches down]

After all, I'm sure you're familiar with the saying... an eye for an eye....

[And the feed cuts off just as the unknown person lets out a blood curdling scream. To those who arrive on the scene they will find Mukuro casually walking out of his room in his pajamas which are slathered in blood. He's got a little bloody mass in his right hand and half of his trident's staff in the other . There are a few cuts around his right eye as well. In his room lies the body of this man with half of Mukuro's trident lodged in his torso, and a lacking his right eye. ]

((OOC: This is a VERY bad time to taunt him if you value you mind/eyes/life. 8Db))

caseofthetruth.livejournal.com

[Naoto hasn't realised that the Blackberry was on when she was sitting by her desk, a saddened look upon her face. She didn't believe what she saw when she had woken up, her parents, floating above her bed, like ghosts as white as sheets. She of course didn't believe this to be true, after all it isn't logical for them to exist, even given the fact that Personas and Shadows and even Gods existed where she was from.]

How... complicated this place is. To be able to replicate an image of someone very close. One must wonder how the young woman managed to be able to do that, but no less. They really aren't my parents. They are just illusions thought up by the Author.

[She looks down slightly, the ghostly figured sticking around her for the time being. It was only for a moment before she reaches over and picks up the Blackberry.]

It's illogical that these 'ghosts' exist, yet why are they here? What sort of fun does she get from showing us this? I don't know how these questions can even be answered considering the girl herself doesn't talk to any of us. [She closes her eyes slightly and lets out a slight laugh.] Maybe I'm thinking too much on it, but none the less she's somehow managed to do something that can't be explained and that is something I'm not use to.

[Opening her eyes again she turns her head slightly, looking back at the image of her parents once more as her mother went floating up to her as she smiles slightly, switching the feed off.]

kingroadie.livejournal.com

[There is shuffling going on, the blackberry's camera being covered unintentionally by a very large man.] Well, s'not the first place I've woken up with no recollection of how I got here. Probably the 44th one- no wait, 56th, yeah that sounds about right. Though I don't feel like I got a hangover or anythin'.

Hell, I feel pretty good for wakin' up in some random ass fancy house. I was sort of expectin' to feel like the floor of a movie theater. Just- more beer flavored and even stickier. Maybe a few gum wrappers stuck in my hair again. Dunno yet, my hair is kinda tangled at the moment. I'll check later, probably should find out where the hell I am first.

At least the bed was comfy, I can give this place that much. M'givin' the bed a ratin' of- 7 out of 10. Pretty good, but not my favorite.

[He's moving around now, finally getting the video feed on. The manor treated to the sight of a very large man smiling down at the blackberry.] So- yeah, if anyone is out there, think you could give me an idea of where the hell I am? I was sorta in the middle of somethin'.

hasilluminate.livejournal.com

[Bardiche is filming Fate without her telling him to again- this is probably his silent way of saying she's acting like an idiot and someone should come help her. It also looks like she's curled up-- is that a sink pipe?-- in a cabinet in the kitchen. There's a voice coming from outside of the cupboard, and it sounds disturbingly like Fate's own, if younger.] Fate? Fate! Why are you hiding...?

Please go away- if you're here, then I-- then why-- [Fate sounds like she might start crying at any minute- and it's not far from the truth. Bardiche is getting some good film of the top of her head, because she's hiding her face in her knees.]

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