[identity profile] abluechild.livejournal.com
[Aoko's in the kitchen and she's baking cookies.

Go on. Bother her.]
[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com
[Ichabod has been managing his Hunger the best way he knows how and that's by taking only enough to keep the thoughts of carnage aside. He was always a man of moderation. Anything from raw meat to small animals kept him from attacking Elizabeth.

His eyes looked over the list that was written on the wall and a wave of shock hit him that Elizabeth was taking the blame for the killing of Isabella. A sense of urgency came to him as he walked briskly through the halls to look for her.]
[identity profile] controlstheice.livejournal.com
This plot will soon be over. [A sigh passes his lips, you can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing.] It means people wouldn't be as willing afterwards.

[Tap. Tap. Tap on the desk is all that is heard for a moment, before silence.. than another sigh.] I'm running out of pills as well after I gave quite a few out. 

[Sound of a chair moving, as footsteps were heading towards somewhere.] I wonder how long they will last? The blood smelled so good it's going to make it so much more difficult now than it did before, the craving is there, but I just can't live off pills.
[identity profile] 9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com
[Jack hasn't been inside the manor for nearly two weeks now and surrounding him are tools that he snatched from the shed that were used for cutting and shaping wood. Saws of three different sizes, an ax, a plane and a hammer and chisel were strewn about along with shaped pieces of wood in various sizes.

He was at the beginning stages of building his ship and that meant building the yard that would hold it until it was ready for her voyage. Jack's shirt was off, and even in the rain he worked. He was used to being in the elements. A fire roared with a kettle and spit just off to the side. His tunic and other effects lay folded neatly to the side on the log where he often sat. He built a lean-to to keep his things dry. He really didn't seem to mind at all.

He was whistling a tune, content with his work as he hammered at a stake to secure the yard planks and braces. He still had a lot of work to do.]
[identity profile] 1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[If anyone is watching the network, at first all they'll see is an obscure view of the witches room, and a huddled mass in the far corner of the cameras view. It's Elphaba, and she hardly looks well. She hasn't fed at all for the week thus far, and, thanks to a spell she put on her door, she hasn't been able to leave. During mid week, it had gotten almost unbearable, but now she was beyond that. She is now visibly shaking, her eyes vacant and staring..]
[identity profile] worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com
[Mello's in the main room, in front of the writing on the wall. Yoh's trial is over and done and the thief/murderer has vanished. Next up, in two days, is his own trial. Mello has been exploring the house since he noticed Yoh's disappearance. Now he's getting a little concerned. Yoh's name is still on his door, all evidence Yoh had been there is still there, but Yoh himself has disappeared, vanished, poof.

Mello nibbles irritably on his chocolate. He's sure as Hell glad SOMETHING is happening, but WHAT IS?]


If anyone has seen Yoh Takami I want them to report to me. I haven't seen the fucking bastard since his sentencing.

[[Private to L]]

We need to talk.
[identity profile] playstheking.livejournal.com
[See Ciel. See Ciel roam the hallways. He might be a little hungry...]
[identity profile] nofishplz.livejournal.com
[Someone sounds pretty annoyed to be here now. Not that anyone can blame him or anything.]
Y'know, I'm pretty sure there's laws against grabbing people off the streets like this. If you're listening, whoever you are, you might want to look into that.
So, anyone wanna tell me what the heck this is about? It's not like it's every day a guy ends up in some weird mansion in the middle of nowhere with no idea how he got here.
[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Well all this brooding about the current plot has taken it's toll on Piccolo. Hoping he might outlast this last stretch without taking a chunk out of anyone else's neck he has decided to take a nap. However he didn't feel like doing so in his room... or well... the manor confused him enough to make him unable to find his room. Piccolo had decided to take this napping opportunity right in the hallway. So when walking by please be mindful of our giant green friend... not that tripping over him would wake him up anyway...]
[identity profile] candles-secret.livejournal.com

[When the feed comes on, it'll show Robin making sure the Blackberry will stay where she's put it. When decides to stand by itself, she turns her attention to the feed]

I know it's nearly the end of the week, and hopefully this 'plot' will end soon, but I wanted to volunteer to donate my blood for any residents who need more..food.

I'll be in the parlor, should anyone want to take me up on my offer

[Anyone watching will also see, underneath the collar of her dress, there're bandages on both sides of her throat. Regardless, she doesn't seem to mind giving more of her blood up for the greater good]
[identity profile] gender-at-will.livejournal.com
[To any wandering the halls near the dormitories the sound of coughing and a low muttering can be heard emanating D'eon's room. The door is open a crack and if one were to peek through they would see D'eon sitting at his desk with a small candle in a 18th century styled room. His hands are sloppily wrapped in bandages and he's holding a rosary by the chain. His face is pale and shaky, he hasn't fed for the two days since he arrived and the effect are showing.

By the sounds of it he's trying to pray. Perhaps trying to conquer his thirst through prayer, or even attempting to rid himself of this foul vampirism all together. The longer he continues with his praying however, he becomes more and more winded, until he is forced to stop with a fit of coughs. Once he recovers he begins to try again once more diligently from the beginning.
]
[identity profile] kingroadie.livejournal.com
[Eddie is out doing what he does best.

Play his dear Clementine. His fingers easily strum across the strings, he's able to play the song perfectly as he loses himself in the music. Head tilted back as he lets his large fingers move over the fretboard.

Ironically enough, he's doing this in the right room for once. The music room's door is propped half way open, if one were to look inside they'd see a rather bandaged up roadie settled in a chair and leaning back. From the way he is playing the guitar- it sounds like it was all he was meant to do in life. Sit here and play.
]
[identity profile] jadedserpent.livejournal.com
[Anyone passing Snape's room will see the boy in the hall huddled near the open door.  He's been resisting the urge to feed on human prey all week, but he's finally snapped, and looks terrible.  He's got dark circles under his eyes, his skin is pale and waxy-looking, and if you look close, you'll see he's shaking.

Every now and then he'll try and pull himself forward across the ground, but he's too weak to move much at all.

Any human passing by is almost certainly going to get attacked.]
[identity profile] lovesoutdoors.livejournal.com
[The blackberry shows what should be the garden, but instead looks a little...dead.  The sound of Finny quietly sobbing could be heard before he turns the Blackberry to view himself wiping his eyes gloves off his hand as one of his hands appeared to be bleeding.]

I'm sorry, I kind of destroyed the garden by accident and when trying to fix the problem I... I... Kind of cut myself on my hand and now it's bleeding, but I don't want to go inside because of the vampires and that they scare me and I don't want to get bitten!

[Finnian will go back to sobbing now, hand still bleeding, not a lot , but still bleeding none the less.]
[identity profile] searchformysin.livejournal.com
I recently did something that I wasn't in control of, but I'm not using that as an excuse. I'm sorry for what I did and whatever happens now I will take, I'm not afraid of the consequences.

I've locked the door to my room, so hopefully I won't be able to harm anyone else for the rest of this plot unless I can figure out how to open doors in that state.

To that woman I hurt... I'm sorry for doing that to you... I hope you don't hate me for it, but if you do I'll understand.
[identity profile] fathers-secret.livejournal.com

[For anyone on the second floor corridor, if they're going up or down the stairs, they'll find the barely-alive body of Miss Laforet. She's unconcious, either from hitting her head when she fell, or from blood loss. She'll have angry, bruised bite marks on the right side of her neck, and slight, new brusing around her wrists.

Next to her is a
small, blue bottle, with unknown origins...]


((The bottle came from Kuja, and is a healing potion 8D Just a little helpful tip there - feel free to help her!))
[identity profile] youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com

[If anyone has an open window, or happens to be wandering around outside, there's a good chance that they'll hear a certain song being played.

Holmes is sat in the very centre of the hedgemaze, playing slowly and carefully. After all this talk of vampires and people being bitten, he'd taken his violin and his pipe, and had gone outside for afew hours. He'd only chosen the hedgemaze because he himself had managed to figure it out, and it felt cut off from the rest of the Manor like no other place on the grounds
]


((Holmes is human, and he's just showered, so he's nice and clean too~

That was completely irrelevant, but I figured I may as well give updates on when he cleans himself, since it rarely happens..sorta like Christmas...every December you may a big deal about it, becuase you know it won't happen again for a good few months >_>))

[identity profile] picklesgonewild.livejournal.com
[Piccolo was moping on the couch in the Parlor looking longingly out the window. While it was true that it was overcast out, he didn't want to risk any injuries. Especially now that his ability to regenerate seemed to have been slowed. His previous burn on his arm had been healing well enough despite going mostly untreated, but DAMN was it annoying. To top off the occasional sting from his arm, he was RAVENOUS to the point he felt twitchy and ill.

Still he refused to indulge in drinking blood other then the small bit of donated blood he 'borrowed' at the beginning of the week. Not only was the idea of putting ANY PART of a human in his mouth repulsive, but he had already had attacked some one and regretted it deepy, and really wasn't in the mood to made another such mistake.

So he's pretty much just sulking and being hungry in the parlor. Please drop by to bother him further.
]

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