and falling

[remem_b_er]

*Suddenly, where there wasn't one a moment ago, a man is standing. A B, specifically, though dressed in an off-green prisoner's uniform, with dirt under his fingernails, and with a certain gauntness to his face. He takes in his surroundings with a lazy expression, then frowns like something has occured to him.*

*whispered,* Come out, come out, wherever you are.

[ooc: plot! Feel like some? Drop by and have a read, open to all, even if you don't end up tagging this post. Go on, have a poke through; who doesn't love a haunting?

ETA- I'm off for the night, but will pick these up tomorrow, I promise. Do tag. back!]