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[a burst of static. Shadows blot out the corners, dip into the frame. Dim. Dreary. Lee's been thinking. It's a dangerous place to be. Makes him lament. Reminds him of things he didn't have or of what he did have, but lost. Out of reach. Out of grasp. Close enough that maybe, just maybe the tips of his fingers could brush it, but then he'd just knock it away. Weighed down by a heavy heart. Heavy mind.

The audio kicks in with a loud crackle and adjusts into a tolerable almost hum in the background. A corpse, well tended to- dressed in a jacket, black sweater, and jeans, slumped in a chair- head lulled to the side, tilted back against the backrest of the chair, and craned against the cement wall, lies. At a glance, the figure was only in a deep rest. A sleep of ages claiming both body and breath, stilling his pulse and stealing his color. Blue lips parted. Words left unspoken, silenced by a descended crowbar. The scene faintly illuminated by a pale blue glow.

The video remains stubbornly glued to the body. The speaker standing somewhere behind the device.]

I've b__n th_nking again...I r______…what my life was __ke bef___ this place an_ _ rea____…there w_sn't m_ch th___e. I ___ed my life with___ RE__LY living it. Then again, everything in between ___ ____ght, I ___ss. __ o___ it hadn't ended the way it DID.

[silence slips in, the static simmering to a barely audible level. His words easier to hear. Images of the last few hours he had lived float on the surface. Lee speaks quietly. He didn't want to startle those memories.]

Anyways, what do y_u do when you're feeli_g bl-...down?

I'd really like to k__w.

non-static version
I've been thinking again...I remember...what my life was like before this place and I realize...there wasn't much there. I lived my life without REALLY living it. Then again, everything in between was alright, I guess. If only it hadn't ended the way it DID.

Anyways, what do you do when you're feeling bl-...down?

I'd really like to know.

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[o h. Lee should have figured Taker would've been keeping an eye on the network. He wasn't a recluse in the same way Lee was. The corner of his lip twitches and he pockets his phone- the only item he's always been able to manipulate without concentrating.]

I-I think you're looking too deeply into it.

[was he...joking?
Probably not. Lee was a terrible liar :(
and joking is so hard when one is so- bluuue ]

[To say that Undertaker takes an eye off of Lee at all is to say that he does the same for Ciel. Nearly impossible, that is. Everywhere the spirit is in the house, the reaper can feel him, and there's a significant reason why that corpse still lays on a table of its own in the basement. Tethered, the spirit can only go so far. He is far easier to watch after than his wayward boy Earl.

Smiles dance along the lines of his lips, pressing them together into a taut, resistant line, before giving way to a rush of shining enamel. The dam of his teeth just can't hold all of the giggles welling inside him. Scarred cheek to a cold one, his fingers run back through Lee's body's blonde hair. It would need another washing soon.]

Lee~ [He just sighs out his doubt (it was a joke), and his delight in the spirit's horrible way with lies.]

[oh bugger, he TOTALLY caught on. Lee's brows furrow as he watches the undertaker's pale fingers caress and touch his physical body. He wonders, albet briefly, if he could feel, would Taker's form hold heat or was he as chilled as the corpses he worked with, his affinity for death written not only on his clothes, mannerisms, and speech, but also in touch and dare he wonder- smell.]

[sullenly]

It...wasn't meant to be a joke.

[Green eyes lock on to those wandering blues. Somehow, they're brighter than even the electric blue of Lee's astral form; striking really, and oh so emotional. To witness the emotions of a soul without obstacle- it's beautiful. The near-perfect combination of life and death. Vibrant and reaction, and yet utterly uncensored. No lies would fall from those lips.

Though he did wish he could touch a little more. Instead, he just holds the corpse, the weight familiar.]

I can ^see right through you, Lee~ there's no need to try and hide it. [Though he knows it was no where near intentional; laughter breaks from his lungs again, lighter this time, leaning away from cryptic and toward childish. His fingers run back through his bangs, the locks falling nearly back where they were, leaving only the slightest parts in the curtain for his eyes to show through. Over time, he's caught on to just what it does.] Without laughter, there is no life, you know~

Edited 2012-02-01 17:28 (UTC)

[Lee deflates, shrinking back. Not the puunnnnns wweh.]

I'm not hiding.

[He doesn't detail what he wouldn't be hiding. He tries to keep his past behind him- keep it under lock and key, but her song washes over him- weaves through his mind, embracing him and he's back there again, drowning in the dark.]

[Green eyes soften just a little as he releases Lee's body ~~reluctantly~~. Fingers and nails reach out toward the spirit.]

Lee, come now. Don't run.

[Sweet and sad, giggles dance over his tongue in the same hushed tone as his words.] You can't leave here you know. Not without me.

[Clicking those black lacquered tips click together.] You said it yourself, you had _nothing before you came here. You were not ^living before you died.

[He looks at Taker's outstretched palm, but makes no move to accept it nor move away from it. He was in his own limbo. Maybe he preferred it this way.]

It's just...HARD. I see people everyday outside. They're living their lives. They laugh and smile and I'm in here with nothing left except my PAST.

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