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[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[this is where it's obvious Spinny doesn't have new books to read (why, Jim Butcher? Why April?) and that she's watched the hell out of the current Zero Punctuation videos, because Luke is now running out of the room he's in, deathly pale and screaming. SOMEBODY woke up to a bloody and nasty ghost shoved up his ass. Needless to say, he's only half dressed and completely freaked.]

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[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

[Walking, walking, ..... now staring. wtf, replica.]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[shaking, looking into his room] Why... [holding his arm, gulping]

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

[peers into the room with an incredulous look]

May I ask what happened?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Ghost. Woke me up. Hit... The camera!

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

Ghosts? Nonsense, boy. There are no ghosts here.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, shaking] ... [dives back into the room, grabbing what looks like an antique camera]

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

[The best way to describe what is going on in Largo's head right now is, "Bzuh?"]

Fontech?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Snaps a picture to the left of him] ...

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

[takes the opportunity to step behind Luke and look at the camera over his shoulder. Best to just shut up and wait until he's feeling good enough to talk.]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... it's gone. [holds his head, taking shaky breaths] ...

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

Explain. Now.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Ghosts. It woke me up. This was a clean room, damn it! Nothing here!

[lionofageneral.livejournal.com]

[a scoff] As I said, there are no ghosts here. How could they possibly appear with no warning?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... get the fuck out.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Luke...?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[holding onto his arm, shaking] Blood...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What? Where?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[His arm's a little looking like he barely missed getting it sliced off, but he's looking into his room, terrified] Ghost... right in my face...

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her] ... the room was clean. No ghosts. It woke me up. It woke me up and attacked me! I couldn't get- the camera! [stumbles back to his room, going for his camera]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[puts it to his eye, looking around through the viewfinder, then sags, arms dropping] Gone.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[laughs shakily] I was just attacked by something that wanted to kill me while I was sleeping. Do I look okay?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

...

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[looks at his arm, and the thin line of blood running down it] ... damn it.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Let me have a look at that.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... [moves his arm to her slightly]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[watches, eyes wide] Holy shit...