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[Psyzapp]

Ghost of Lily

*Watching Palmira enter the room and brush her hair, Ghost waits for her to discover the picture. When she does, Ghost listens to her frantic call. When the call ends, she moves over to the mirror, fogging it up with the cold coming from her form. Her fingers begin to draw a message in Italian in the fog, indicating Pietrina is safe. She moves to Palmira, lightly brushing by her face, a cool breeze stroking her face.*

*As Psyzapp's Mother hangs up her phone, still worried sick and her brow furrowed, she removes her hair combs and sets them on her dressing table. Her stubborn, hot headed daughter has caused every single one of the gray hairs on her head! stressed She once again picks up her brush and starts to count as she strokes her hair. When she looks up to the mirror, she witnesses a supernatural Phenomenon that she cannot explain. Stunned into stillness, she observes the writing appearing on her mirror and once again grows pale as her jaw about hits the floor. Feeling the cool breeze on her face, she quickly touches her cheek and faints from the shock of the ordeal. eek *  

[Icy Reign]

{{dammit! Sorry Bratty, didn't preview before submitting. Editing last post now*}}  

[Ghost of Lily]

*Watches the woman faint, and slaps her forehead in frustration.* Damit but she's high-strung. *She gently brushes her cool fingers against Palmira's face, then pulls her in a chilly hug.* Come on, wake up. *Surprising herself, she can almost hear her own hoarse whisper in the room.*  

[Icy Reign]

{{last post revised to fit yours my Brattiness}}  

[Psyzapp]

Ghost of Lily

*Watches the woman faint, and slaps her forehead in frustration.* Damit but she's high-strung. *She gently brushes her cool fingers against Palmira's face, then pulls her in a chilly hug.* Come on, wake up. *Surprising herself, she can almost hear her own hoarse whisper in the room.*

*As Palmira Pavani awakens, she is at first a little confused, but the sits up like a shot when she remembers what had happened. She feels cold and as she gets up off the floor, she grabs a sweater to put on. She is jumpy and wide eyed trying to think as to what to do. Nobody will believe her if she tells them what she witnessed…at least nobody but her priest! idea ninja *  

[Ghost of Lily]

*As the woman revives, she stands up, sliding through the Ghost. Lily retrieves the first picture of Psyzapp, fogging the mirror again. She writes Palmira's name and then Marco's.* Come on, you'd not believe he'd come back for a visit, *she whispers.*  

[Lil Brat]

*Ice blue eyes meet her gaze for an instant and he continues walking slowly, his voice soft and low.* Duh, duh, Lil. She have papers for you, Identification Paper. In Venice, but she can come here, or I take you to her. Easier stay here, no? You have important things you want this country. *As he talks, he points to the left, then to the right, as if he is merely giving her directions.*

((Sorry you lost your post ~ do you need me to revise?))  

[Psyzapp]

Ghost of Lily

*As the woman revives, she stands up, sliding through the Ghost. Lily retrieves the first picture of Psyzapp, fogging the mirror again. She writes Palmira's name and then Marco's.* Come on, you'd not believe he'd come back for a visit, *she whispers.*

* eek Completely stunned as she witnesses the mirror again. She sits in her chair as she sees the names. She places her hand upon her bosom and reaches into her jewelry box to retrieve her rosary. Could it be? So many years has passed since her late husband was killed and she is astonished. Overwhelmed with emotion, a single tear falls down her cheek and a faint whisper escapes her lips…the name of her late husband…Marco.*  

[Ghost of Lily]

Finally, *she whispers. She moves to the chair, lightly wiping the tear from Palmira's cheek then she runs her fingers gently through Palmira's hair, stroking it softly, attempting to comfort this woman, knowing the pain she is causing and wishing she didn't have to.*  

[Icy Reign]

{{No Lil, it's alright. wink }}

*still skeptical, she racks her brain wondering if Bratty had ever been around for the Jamaicans to ever make the connection between the two, let alone pass such info on to L. Unable to recall any time that she or Brat had any real conversation, around dame or anyone else for that matter, she starts to feel Psy and Katana were behind this*

....Yes, yes I have others that are in need of assistance as well. If waiting here is best, then I'll do so but I do have tails on me. Just not sure how close they are. stare  

[Psyzapp]

Ghost of Lily

Finally, *she whispers. She moves to the chair, lightly wiping the tear from Palmira's cheek then she runs her fingers gently through Palmira's hair, stroking it softly, attempting to comfort this woman, knowing the pain she is causing and wishing she didn't have to.*

*She holds her rosary tightly and proceeds to use her free hand to quickly touch her forehead, her chest and each shoulder as she quietly starts to pray. It has been almost 30 years since her husband had been taken from her…TAKEN…by none other than a Police Officer. evil *  

[Ghost of Lily]

((Tired of bouncing between accounts so will respond to Icy as our Russian friend.))

*He glances at her, admiringly.* Duh, duh, these woman is smart. But she have enemies. *His eyes narrow to slits, his fingers itching to wrap around L's neck. He seriously suspects it is L that wiped out Paulie and created the trouble with the rest of the Italians.* You go underground, we assist. Some enemy want these woman, alive.  

[damecharlie]

((Not very close, Icy, since dame sucks and is currently stuffing her face! rofl ))  

[Ghost of Lily]

*She watches the woman cross herself, fingering her rosary. She floats across the room, fogging the mirror again. She writes Palmira's name, and each of the childrens' names. Then she floats back, again brushing her cool fingers lightly across Palmira's face. Slipping behind Palmira, she uses one of her small mirrors, taking a photo she'd borrowed of the family during happier times and causes the image to reflect against the fogged mirror.*  

[Icy Reign]

*she notes his gorgeous eye color as he speaks, apparently not a fan of L either. His last statement makes her curious, but she'll save that for later*

Underground? And what about my men? They weren't as fortunate to make it out as I, but I'm not one to stay in one place for long and plus their injuries were entirely worse than mine. Knowing that sadistic wench, she's locked the floor they're on tighter than a virgin. stare Can their safety be guaranteed as well? neutral