They never listen closely. [Undertaker hummed, the roaring of flames easily heard, PCD held in hand to show an above view of burning buildings- along with his boots perched on something long, smooth, and metal above those flames ( Read more... )

[His hand knockes the PCD over, fingers curling around the device as it turns on. What startled him was falling asleep so suddenly. Normally he works through the nights on little tasks he'd set for himself- sleep wasn't something he had to do often, after all ( Read more... )

[Cackling. Giggling. Loud and seemingly joyful laughter. It really does sound like someone is.. Happy ( Read more... )

[Undertaker taps a nail against the screen, chin propped against his knuckles.]

It's a sad place where almost all laughter has dissapeared. I wonder how many of you could smile in a way that's not forced or provoked after much coaxing by now. Everything so dire for you lot, hm?

[Leaning back in his chair, leaving the PCD propped on the table.]How ( Read more... )

[There's cackling suddenly. Very loud, and lots of it ( Read more... )

[The device wasn't turned on by accident, but sadly the owner of this particular PCD isn't in view. Only the man's room, or at least a shelf with a few books here and there, a folded scarf with a matching pair of mittens ontop of it, and an jar filled with liquid and eyeballs ( Read more... )