Feliz día de muertos? xD

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Silence in darkness... The dinning hall is covered in the thick shadows of the night.

Slowly, warm fingers touch the ivory keys, giving them a longing (and loving, perhaps...) caress before pressing them.

Before pouring their heart in them, letting the music take away everything they got inside.

This is the ghost of the dinning hall.

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En español porque tengo flojera XD

[brbburningurass.livejournal.com]

[E-ese sonido era... el p-p-p-piano?

Atrali sintio un escalofrio tremendo recorrerle la espalda. Era el fantasma! ... el fantasma! OH POR QUÉ? POR QUE A ELLA?!

Despacito sacó su tomo de magia y tragó saliva. No había nadie mas aquí, dependía de ella averiguar la verdad. Todavía cabía la posibilidad de que no fuera un fantasma...

P-pero s-si era un f-f-fantasma, entonces lamentaría haberla espantado de esta manera.

Despacito, sin hacer ningun ruido, abrió la puerta]

|D

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[El piano sigue sonando, aunque desde donde Atrali se encuentra, solo puede ver una sombra frente a las teclas. Aun esta lejos como para atacarlo, tendría que acercarse mas...]

[brbburningurass.livejournal.com]

[Oh Elimine querida, ayudala desde donde quiera que estés. Se mete sin hacer ruido, se agacha para mantenerse lo más oculta posible y se acerca por detrás. Esta temblando de pies a cabeza pero se las arregla para acercarse muy despacio. Al libro bien firmemente sujeto de la mano.

El fantasma parece muy concentrado en su canción porque aunque ella ha logrado llegar a unos cuantos metros de él, no parece haberse dado cuenta aún]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[La melodía suena melancólica, tocada con toda la pasión que alguien pudiera sentir...]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[So he was out for a walk. Why? Absolutely not because he was feeling hungry and couldn't sleep.

Nope.

When he heard the piano. There were some stories about a ghost weren't they?

DIDN'T IT EAT PEOPLE?

That was bad. Only Django could want to eat people k. Eating people was horrible manners. So uh. Here he is. Trying to tell the ghost to go out and eat boks.]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[Tell me, cutie, are you approaching the ghost? That song is really sad...]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[He heard that the ghost had romantic issues...

He doesn't get romantic issues, but he does get issues. So uh. Peeking. Not getting close yet.]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[It's still too dark too see, but there is a shadow in front of the piano, it's ghostly hands moving flawlessly across the keys.]

Not here xD

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

[Uh. He was a little further, in the place where his server in the inn was. But damnit.

DAMNIT THAT PIANO.]

HEY BEN, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.

YOU MADE ME DO THIS

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

...sleep?

I REGRET NOTHING

[inurnet.livejournal.com]

Yeah!

Well not me.



Or you.

But people.

[imthenet.livejournal.com]

That sound is not loud enough to reach the other floors. At least that's the readings I got from this network. ...it feels strangely unstable.





[Hey, Zero. That's Colonel.]

Enter the cheater league xD

[princesszero]

Oh.

i love you xD

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[....aaaaand piano stops.]

<3

[princesszero]

This smell is most familiar, Mister Ghost.

1/2

[enepece.livejournal.com]

.....

[headstarting.livejournal.com]

The hell, why would you go smelling other people.

[deathterrenial.livejournal.com]

That's a nice one, child.

[headstarting.livejournal.com]

[BJKFSDBJKFSJBKSFAKFSBJKFASJKB WHERE DID THAT ASSHOLE COME FROM]

[deathterrenial.livejournal.com]

Go on, pretend I'm not here.

[headstarting.livejournal.com]

I'm not used to play with public.

*PUTS PANTS ON*

[mementoindreams.livejournal.com]

[ GOING TO CHECK THE MOTHERFUCKING PIANO LIKE A MOTHERFUKING BOSS. ]

....why were you pantsless in the first place

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[BRING IT ON. There is a shadow blending with the darkness in front of the piano at the end of the dinning hall, ghostly fingers darting over the keys.]

to be more dramatic

[mementoindreams.livejournal.com]

[ WHAT IS SELF PRESERVATION ANYWAY. She's moving closer then. ]

Good Night, Mr. Ghost.

[ She said it with a calm smile. ]

*takes note* No pants makes things more dramatic.

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[The piano stops harshly, the shadow turning its face to look at her.]