( PRIVATE )

[Over the journal, you hear the sudden strum of a guitar]I WAS TOTIN' MY PACK ALONG THE LONG DUSTY WINNEMUCCA ROAD ( Read more... )

[It's dark in City Royale after sunset. It's especially dark along one city street, the city lamps seem to be more dim than normal as a lone, dark and towering figure silently walks down it. He is hooded as always, nothing but darkness can be seen under the hood and the entire air around him seems as eerie as a graveyard at night. He is on his way ( Read more... )

[and have the sounds of high-pitched wailing echoing all throughout the journals, a ghost choking on her sobs, and speaking through each and every one]

Oh, how cruel the castle is! How horrid its powers can be!

[a trembling sigh, as if trying to fight her tears, but to no avail] Here I am, minding my own business, and the castle thinks it funny ( Read more... )

[Recorded; There is a knock on a door in the city. A moment later the door opens and you can hear the voice of a middle aged man]

H-Hello...?

HELLO. HOW ARE YOU FARING TODAY, MR. LOGAN?

[a long pause; before the sounds a bit more fearful] I'm fine. [another pause] Do we know each other...?

I KNOW YOU, JACOB LOGAN. I KNOW EVERYONE.

What? W-wait ( Read more... )

[Death is not amused; he normally enjoys this holiday]

At least I received a less complicated body this time.

FINALLY.

[OOC: Loss over! 8D ]

( Private )

[Death is sitting in the Pie Hole, casually flipping through the menu of the assortment of pies. After a moment, he stops and decides to write in the journal]I have a request ( Read more... )

[Recorded are the sounds of several odd noises coming from someone; as if they are adjusting to having a voice. This goes on for awhile until they finally seem to get the hang of it]

This could be a problem.

[OOC: Loss start!]