((FYI I'm going to do up a quick transcript of the RP tomorrow, with a short char listing as they appear. Worth sticking it somewhere and linking it in my next RP post?))
Pointed ears quiver and twitch at every stirring of the still air, pointing to sounds that can't exist and never did.
War... war... war... *something slides across a rough surface* *A sigh, a hum of disinterest*... I promise you...a month...*Light and kindness, something soft, fading pain*... You can change... if you would like to...*Bold and daring, nothing scaring, but not for you?* ...that doesn't work...the war...is the best one I've found out of all of them...kids like six /no, it's four, it's four, for sure/...they killed some...*So bold, so bold* *The hum pleases, not so bold, perhaps?* *Something terrible winds about the brain/ seeks the holes/and runs off the twistings of the mind* *Interest hums* ...want to play a game... *War! War, in our very domain!* *Happiness glows bright still* ...did anyone see...you watch...*Hum growls now, not calm* *Terror stalks and hisses/ laughing into your fear* *Hum of anger and fury* ...I'm off... *Somewhere distant, sorrow is singing* ...you...want to play...*Rich and slow* *A hum of calm, and something is good here and the pain, it is leaving your ears and mind and soul and...
"The heck?" a voice exclaims from the hall. "How did I get here? And where's my book?" Quizzically, a wild-faced boy peers into the tv room, propped up by a set of heavily duct-taped crutches. He blinks, shaking the panicked look from his eyes to examine the inhabitants of the room. They appear to be playing cards. A ...something... is lurking about with a bird, trying to hide itself. People. Yike. Better take a deep breath and... say something, I guess?
((Have fun decoding that little snippet of ESP-creepies... s))