(Discussion of the ghost thing in this thread is giving humans, including me, clues of what is happening...)

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(( ^^ Jup, indeed, but I guess that the ghosts can't post then until "it" has happened, whatever that may be ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(yes, humans can see the ghosts. Perfect intros, but I need some "bad ghosts" who have the same opinion as Eric and help him too...ghosts, you can post already, just look at the previous posts which two ghosts made already and then post something in this way)

Amanda walked into the dining room which was already filled with people. She sat on a single table in a corner, trying not to make anyone too aware of her

Eric was on the deck of the ship, clunching the reeling. All these people aboard...Eric felt no pity for them, they deserved it. He looked down at his body. It would soon be wasted, it only existed through the old magic, which wouldn't last for long, but soon, very soon he would get a new body. He would get out of his misery, his existence as a wasted soul. His fingers felt up his chest and found the old amulet. All these people aboard had no idea what would come...but they will see...they will see soon enough. His fingers stroke over the amulet, then he walked down into the ship...into his single cabine.

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

Michael finished scarfing down the loaf of bread and lean back against the wall Sighing, he looked around thankful no one had caught him stealing the loaf of bread earlier. Seeing a man pass by, Micheal told himself to stay put, but his curiousity got the better of him. Jumping up, he ran to the end of the hall to see the man enter his room. Wow Michael thought with a smile perched on his face, That guy must have real nice shoes to not make any sounds when walking like that.

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Maq Cliuf wandered around underwater. He had more yet less freedom than humans. More, because he can go anywhere, anytime. Less, because he cannot end his existence on this pitiful world. He hated humans. Hated them all. Why are they able to leave this world, in peace or violence, while he was deprived of the honor?

Maq thought back, 100 hundred years ago, of his family. Father. Mother. little Anne and Jamie.

His family.

He hated them all. If not for them, Maq wouldn't be stuck here in this world. If not for them, Maq would have died loving his family. If not for them, Maq would have still had a family. Even to his death. But soon, oh-very soon, Maq hoped. He would get his revenge. He would leave this world. The unfairness of the world they all lived in would be corrected. And Maq would be, truly, free.

Anything that was required of him he would do. As long as he could leave this cruel world. He would do anything.

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Dan walked to the lowest deck still sipping his soup, enjoying the taste of a hot meal since days. When he got to the lowest floor his heart leaped when suddenly a little boy stood in front of him and Dan felt strangely caught as if the boy knew what he'd done. Dan and watched from the bowl of soup to the little boy. He seemed to be about ten years old and looked kind of unhealthy as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. His clothes looked old and dirty. "Hey kid.." Dan said, a bit relieved, "ar eyou out here all alone? "

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Michael's breath stopped for a moment once he was found. "Ipe!" he screeched as he jumped around to face the new person. Looking over, Michael noticed him not to be too horribly rich either. This only meant that Michael had a little more trust for the man from the start. "Why do you want to know?" he questioned, backing up a few steps and preparing himself to run.

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"Wow.. didn't mean to scare you..sorry.." Dan looked at the kid who seemed to be scared to death. "Just wondering.." he shrugged. "I thought that perhaps you were lost and your parents looking for you.." He took another sip from the soup, glanced behind him but to his relief the corridor was empty and then smiled at the boy again.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Stupid internet connection

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Getting irritated with the man, Michael yelled out, "My parents? I left my parents six moths ago! I don't want to live with them, and I don't need to. I am doing very well on my own. If you don't have any further questions for me, I believe I will leave." He did not like his parents, and, even more, he did not like conversation about his parents. Michael scoffed at the man and turned around to walk away as if he had just won a fight.

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"Cool down mate, I didn't know.." Dan replied while raising his eyebrows. He didn't know whether to believe the boy or not, but his appearance was proof that no mother or father had seen him in a few days. This worried him but he was sure that this kid had a temper and wouldn't listen to him. "Well, I see you can manage alone.." Dan said to the back of the boy. "You look like you are starving.."

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Michael stopped and crossed his arms at the man's comment. He may be a little different than expected Michael thought to himself. "If I was, what would that be to you?" he asked the man, still not turning around, "It hasn't meant anything to anyone else.. so why would you be any different?"

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"Because I know what it feels like to run or to be hungry.." He tabbed the boy on the shoulder and pointed to the end of the corridor. "There's my cabin. I need to check on my stuff right now, but if you would like to come then perhaps I can find you something to eat.." Dan walked down the corridor and added with a wink: "I can't guarantee it's still eatable though, it has been in my backpack for a week or so."

((I'm going to bed *yawnes* see ya! ))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Michael remained silent for a moment as he thought or whether or not to trust the man. Concluding, he shrugged his shoulders and followed, "It's better than having to steal food and run away. I want to know. If you are always hungry and poor, how did you get to buy a spot on the ship?"

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Dan grinned as he unlocked the door. "I'm not always poor.. By working here and there, mostly on farms, I earned myself a living but I had to spend it all on this ticket." He dropped the key on his bed next to his only backpack and with a dreamy glance in his eyes he said: "I couldn't miss this oppurtunity.. we're going to America.."
Dan started digging in his bag and underneath some clothes and his wallet he found what he was looking for, a half melted chocolate bar. "Sorry mate, it's my last one. I think it still tastes good though." He gave the boy the chocolate and asked: "What's your name?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Michael," he answered as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar and then looked down at the ground with his thought-struck, "We are going to America? You mean like we are going and not coming back?"

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