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[linquere]

[They're quieter in the morning. Restless, but still waking from years of reluctant sleep. Still only shadows.

It's the afternoon that stirs them. They've been there all along, thinking and dreaming of you. You, who took their lives and stole their homes.

This is not where you belong. Get out.The slow stiffness of death haunts their movements as

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[in_a_dark_wood]

*Dante continues traveling the streets, taking note of all the graffiti messages and watching the ghosts closely*

[linquere]

[Step, step, step. Is that the sound of someone tailing you?]

[in_a_dark_wood]

*He comes to an abrupt halt and looks over his shoulder*

...?

[linquere]

[Step, step, step, silence. You must be going crazy.]

[beatsupboys]

[Ty Lee's just sitting in the living room of her apartment, fooling around with the communicator-- she hasn't gotten up the nerve to go outside since this morning]

[linquere]

[The communicator statics. Something that doesn't happen all that often.]

[beatsupboys]

[She remembers what happened the last time there was static-- that creepy boy appeared on the screen]

... Uh-oh.

[linquere]

[A voice whispers to her. It sounds like a young girl.]

Will you... stay here? With me?

Stay here.

[neverseperated]

[He was just sitting on the couch, petting Clover when the cat suddenly stilled and jumped off his lap. This made him blink.] Clover?

[linquere]

[You'll notice that precious Clover is staring intently at something across the room. However, little bbFai can't see it.]

[neverseperated]

Hey... [He comes over to the cat and tries to find what it's staring at. Narrows his eyes and frowns.]

[linquere]

[Slowly, like recognizing a face in the distance, bbFai will see a young girl standing before him. She looks confused. Her mouth is moving. But there's only silence, besides the hissing from Clover.]

[piskiestix]

[She's got half a cup of coffee in one hand and her umbrella in the other. She's still half asleep. Going out so late at night to check on the generator made her sleep in longer then she expected.

It's sick how used to this shit she is. How easily she deals with things and just moves on. Then again she doesn't have much choice.

Taking a nice drink of coffee she notices a few of the ghosts.]

"Hey, you got a minute?"

[Maybe they'll be able to answer, but maybe they won't. At least she can try.]

[linquere]

[A group of ghosts just standing in the corner, staring at her. They look like young adults.

They seem to be speaking amongst each other, but no words can be heard.]

[piskiestix]

[This is probably one of the dumbest ideas she's had in a while. After all, no one's tried to kill her recently or anything. She's doing pretty good.

Taking another drink of her coffee she heads over to the group. They look a bit older then her, then again, she's still the better part of a kid.]

"Hey."

[linquere]

[They're giving her strange looks. As if she's the weird one here. Finally, one of them speaks]

Who ARE you?

[madwashu]

[Washu picked up a screwdriver and then a random object on her kitchen table. As she was tightening a screw she pauses and frowns before going back to work. A and B were sitting in front of her occasionally handing her an item. Just because the power was out and items weren't working didn't mean she couldn't assemble things. ]

[linquere]

[Screw, screw, screw.

Then, when Washu pauses--

...Screw. Screw. Screw.

Inverse. It's unscrewing. When it's completely loosened, the screw tips out of the hole and falls over, making a small noise as it hits the floor. Is that a quiet giggle you hear?]

[madwashu]

[Watches as the screw falls out. The hair on the back of her neck standing on end as she hears the faint giggling.

She sets down the screw driver and the object she had been working on and slowly looks around the room, looking for the source of the giggling. ]

[linquere]

[You won't see at first. You can't. But when all of the screws are on the floor, that's when you're allowed to.

It's a young boy, and his image appears to ripple into existance, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table where Washu was working.]