It's quiet.

A bit too quiet. ...And hot. Shouldn't have taken air conditioning for granted, hm?

[Filter: Family + Echo]

Are you all okay?

Now when did things get so interesting?

It seems as if there may be an angel in my room, fluttering wings and all.
She insists on leaving through the floor after all. That doesn't seem to be very safe. Shadows lurk there, nasty things I would rather not mention.

The walls have gone and left, yet the rooms are empty. Hrm.

[The small apartment is completely, and utterly, trashed. Shades are drawn, debris is scattered all over the floor and there's a swinging lamp somewhere -- casting shadows around the room.

Cue Morpheus. Sitting in a scratched up chair and looking contemplative. Thinking, and just a tad confused.]

How did my room get like this?

[His words are ( Read more... )

And there goes my hearing.

I suppose the piano plan is botched now.

She's gone.

I suppose I should have expected this sooner or later.

[Filter: Private]

I'll never forget you darling.
Why didn't I say that when you could hear me?

Parting without a goodbye is always horribly bitter.
It's cold.

How I manage to end up running through the city I have no idea.

[Morpheus sounds exasperated, tired, and frustrated all tied up into a giant mix of fantastic. The sound of feet hitting stone are audible since he's kind of running for his life. With hyeonsil clinging onto his back.]

I bring her out to a park and she thought, it would be funny to ( Read more... )

[It's Morpheus looking rather disheveled, with a little child perched on his shoulders with her little legs curled around his neck. And with tiny hands fisting themselves into his dark curls. The god looks oddly content, and peaceful. The kiddy is actually asleep, actually a miracle since she's was running around a mile a minute just a few moments ( Read more... )

[You can hear the constant noise of New York City in the background, car horns and random citizens shouting in thick accents.]

So I was planning to apologize to everyone, [A shuffle, as he bows to the wall. Then his tone turns quiet; remorse, regret, and guilt swirled into one pathetic mess.] Which I'm terribly sorry for, I don't know why I would ( Read more... )

I would stay away from the birds.
And squirrels, basically anything that tends to attack small moving figures.

Namely, you.

Everybody's dieing.
You, do not be anybody else I know, please. just don't-[gone]

Calm, yes, stay calm.
It will end.
They, no, we will find whoever did this.
And it will, it will end.
Whether it be by bloodshed, or peace.