~*~Whispers RP (Role Play)~*~

[NinjaRooster]

"More info when we get there, 'kay? It's easier to explain on the big screens and such." said Beatrix half over her shoulder.



"Calm down, Ezekiel." said Angelos cooly.

"Better safe than sorry." he said. He dropped his arm and turned to Angelos. "Ok, lead the way."

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Angelos led the way to a black Thunderbird (old car), "I drive."

 

[StarrNico]

James tutted, "I'm not one of them. And they do have bodies…most of them. You just can't See yet. Anyways, usually they're incorporeal."

Roger shrugged "I never heard your voice before, what else am I going to think when I don't get visitors in here besides the voices. Wait, Who are you anyway? Is this some new test they have to see how crazy they can say I am?"

 

[StarrNico]

"More info when we get there, 'kay? It's easier to explain on the big screens and such." said Beatrix half over her shoulder.



"Calm down, Ezekiel." said Angelos cooly.

Noa nodded

 

[ChickenRadio]

"Why, yes. Last time I checked, anyways." said James.

Ikira grabbed his arm and started dragging him around her cell. She stopped at her bed. "This is where i sleep!" She draggd him over to the back left corner where a small table sat. "And this is where i eat." She darggd him to the middle of her cell. "And this is where i play with the ghosties!"

(Is anyone going to get amber?)

Amber felt a ghost gra at her hair then heared it murmur. "Such fiery hair." She spun around. "Knock it off you!" She shouted. "Suxh fiery personality!" The ghost said. Before drifting away.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"Paranoid, aren't you?" said James, "Now, I don't work for them. No, I work for something much more important than them. Do you believe in ghosts?"

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(Sure, Amanda can take Ikira over.)

"We're going to get another friend, okay?" said Amanda.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

Angelos paused as his pager buzzed. He checked it, "Oh, man, a couple more. You want to come?"

 

[StarrNico]

"Paranoid, aren't you?" said James, "Now, I don't work for them. No, I work for something much more important than them. Do you believe in ghosts?"

"I got put here by cops, so yeah, call it paranoid, I call it surviving." Roger sighed and looked around the cell "At this point, there really isn't much I don't believe in"

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

"Lovely. What is your opinion of killing ghosts if, say, I told you they were the voices that troubled you so often?"