[Thermos 1|| Technically not breaking and entering]
Characters: Danny Phantom/Fenton, and YOU
Location: Any personal living space /o/~
Time: Whenever!
Style: Whatever!
Status: Open
[Not to say that Danny Phantom, the legendary Halfa, wasn't generally a good citizen; he was. After all, most of his days were spent chasing after ghosts and preventing them from causing catastrophic damage and fatalities, and you had to give Danny his props for that.
Unless you were the townspeople. Then you jumped from love to hate with the changing of the wind's direction. People had a tendancy to be completely irrational about a ghost invasion or two.
It didn't stop Danny from doing what he had to do, and right now, what Danny had to do was search for a way out of this horrible piece of the Ghost Zone (or at least, he guessed that was where he was) and save his family.
Or, become the ultimate evil. What a bummer.]
All this happens because I was going to cheat on the C.A.Ts? You've gotta be kidding me.
[Danny had his serious face on, invisible and intanglible as he flew from house to house, searching for that distinct purple floating door that was ultimately the way out.
And the more houses he went through, the more reckless he became. Speeding into the next house, the breeze created by something moving at 112 miles per hour was more than enough to pick an object off the nearest surface, and send it thunking down to the floor.
Oops.]
[[OOC: Oh sorry, is this place yours? |D
Feel free to try and find Danny however you wish; it is, after all, your house you might potentially damage.]]
Location: Any personal living space /o/~
Time: Whenever!
Style: Whatever!
Status: Open
[Not to say that Danny Phantom, the legendary Halfa, wasn't generally a good citizen; he was. After all, most of his days were spent chasing after ghosts and preventing them from causing catastrophic damage and fatalities, and you had to give Danny his props for that.
Unless you were the townspeople. Then you jumped from love to hate with the changing of the wind's direction. People had a tendancy to be completely irrational about a ghost invasion or two.
It didn't stop Danny from doing what he had to do, and right now, what Danny had to do was search for a way out of this horrible piece of the Ghost Zone (or at least, he guessed that was where he was) and save his family.
Or, become the ultimate evil. What a bummer.]
All this happens because I was going to cheat on the C.A.Ts? You've gotta be kidding me.
[Danny had his serious face on, invisible and intanglible as he flew from house to house, searching for that distinct purple floating door that was ultimately the way out.
And the more houses he went through, the more reckless he became. Speeding into the next house, the breeze created by something moving at 112 miles per hour was more than enough to pick an object off the nearest surface, and send it thunking down to the floor.
Oops.]
[[OOC: Oh sorry, is this place yours? |D
Feel free to try and find Danny however you wish; it is, after all, your house you might potentially damage.]]