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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:52 pm
All the two got from Kat was a cold glare. She could kill them, right? Nobody would miss them, right? When Wilson joined in, the sun hunter folded her arms and gave a simple nod. "What he said." Though, explaining anything to these two proved to be useless. With Larry giving them a warning, Kat responded with a yawn. "Thanks, mom." Turning her back to the two, she focused on her allies wanting to get this mission finished as soon as possible.
"Okay, so now that they are off playing tag with the ghosts, can we get on with this mis--" Her words fell silent when a third person arrived. Oh this night just gets better and better.. Attempting to keep her cool, Kat leaned back against the wall, listening to Wilson and 'Stan' converse.
The idea of having a 'ghost hunter' tag along, was enough to make the hunter cringe. "God..just kill me now. Death has to be less painful then this."
Perking up at the mention of her blowing the trap door open with her weapon, Kat couldn't agree more. Shoot? She could shoot something? She could do that! "I can do that! Mark!" She called over the headset. "I can shoot the trap door, right? RIGHT?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:08 pm
Aleister watched as the two 'ghost hunters' started. "Uh-huh....." And then Larry gave them the I'm watching you dealio. There was a sigh when Stan came up. He was listening to Stan and Wilson. "Unless they're the sort to take knowledge and run with it."
He was looking at the others, "Seems possible."
There was another pause. Looking at Stan, "You wouldn't take our secrets and run back to them would you?" Violet eyes were watching Stan, as if he was trying to figure out what to do about this guy.
When Wilson started talking to them Aleister said "....I still want to know if you have sleeping gas.... or if Mark would've thought ahead and supplied us for cases like this."
He pondered, "We could probably convince them that we made new gear and that they track ghosts." It wasn't a complete lie, "Since you know... obviously they think we're ghost hunters tooo...."
He was looking at Kat. When she started asking about being able to shoot the thing. "Wish we had a pry bar.... it'd be a lot easier than drawing more attention by her shooting the thing... Unless there's a uh silencer?"
He was looking at Stan and thinking about if they shot the floor would the other two come running back. It'd be a lot easier if they didn't draw attention to the trap door. "I mean as long as attention isn't drawn I guess...."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 11:44 pm
"Freaking awesome!" Stan seemed super excited to tag along with his new best friends. "Those guys never let me do anything. 'Don't touch our equipment, they say', even though I helped them carry it and move it under the barbed wire and hid it from the police and - oh hey! What are you guys doing?"
As curious as ever, the Ghost Hunter intern waddled over to where Kat was, overhearing the part about special weapons. "Oh, I have special weapons too, I got.... this!" He pulled out what looked like a cross between a remote control and an odometer. It was currently making waaa waaaaaaaa high pitched noises as the needle rose up and down. "I made this EMF myself, ooh are we exploring already, cuz signals are high. Oh yeah!"
The only thing unfortunately coming from the headset was a long line of fuzzy static.
Stan watched the trainees move towards the trap door and rolled up his sleeves. "Oh, are you guys heading down to the basement level? We already set up cameras there, its kind of our territory you know, but you guys seem pretty cool so I'll let you go down." He fiddled with a latch on the side of the trap door for a second before it swung wide open, revealing a set of dark and rather decrepit stairs.
It was barely visible at the bottom of the stairs, lined with shelves: rows and rows of what seemed like old, dusted and pickled jars. There was a strange noise coming from below, a thud loud and consistent. For a second, the trainees might have seen something - a flash of opaque white that seemed like folds of clothing - a glassy face that faded in and out of view, turning around to stare at them for a single second before walking, dragging one severed foot, through the basement wall.
Stan didn't seem to notice anything out of the normal at all, though the "EMF" he was holding was growing louder and louder.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:41 am
Wilson froze when he realized Stan had overheard a part of the conversation, but then he zeroed in on the instrument in the intern’s hands. Oh so he thought…oh, okay. So they hadn’t spilled their hunter secret yet. That was good. He winced at the noises coming from the EMF, but managed to smile and spit out, “Wow, Stan. That’s really nice work there.”
More staring as Stan casually opened the trap door for them. He looked at Kat and Aleister, then back at Stan, then back at the other trainees. Kat in particular he shrugged at as if to say “Sorry, we aren’t shooting doors open today.”
Once the door was open, Wilson leaned forward to try and peer down the stairs, but it was pretty dark. Mark, why didn’t you give them flashlights? He should have asked for them earlier. He really should have. Wilson looked at the others before descending the stairs first. The stairs itself was alright, but the room? There was a strange noise. He blinked as he could have sworn he saw a flash of white clothes, a pale face even. The trainee gave a hard stare to the wall as he saw the thing disappear. Meanwhile, Stan’s EMF was growing louder by the second. He sighed, rubbing his temples. Was it a sign to summon his weapon? But Stan was here, too.
He decided to speak into the headset again. “Mark? We’re downstairs now.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 12:30 pm
Kat shrugged when Aleister spoke up. "Nope. No silencer." It was true what he said, drawing attention to them could be a bad thing. But it didn't change the fact that she wanted to blow a hole in this trap door.
Her gaze fell on Stan when he moved over to where she stood. Probably wasn't so wise for them to be going on about their weapons and other hunter crap in front of this guy. Thankfully, this guy thought it to be something else. Loosing a small sigh, Kat waved her hand. "Sure, that's cool. Nice." Her expression said otherwise.
Giving all her attention to the trap door, she wasn't at all surprised to not receive word from Mark. What with this crap reception. Looking to Stan once again, her mood only worsened when he decided to open the door for them. But..blowing it up--why was this guy even here!? Catching the apologetic look from Wilson, the sun hunter only shrugged. Well fine. They could do it the quiet way.
Descending to the lower levels, Kat too caught the sight of the ghostly figure dragging the severed foot. When it disappeared through the wall, Kat continued down to the floor level. With that, and Stan's equipment making all the noise, she thought to summon her weapons. But with their new 'buddy', it could prove problematic.
Waiting to see if Wilson successfully contacted Mark, she began to wonder if it was possible that all these ghost hunters equipment was what was messing with their communication. Or maybe the headsets really were just crap.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:28 pm
Aleister shrugged, "Oh well." Actually guns weren't quite as bad as some of the other weapons.
He shifted a bit watching Stan as he pulled out an EMF and pondered for a second, "Stan can I borrow that EMF for a second? I'd like to see something." He asked nodding towards the EMF device and then rummaging for where he'd stashed the FEAR meter. He had an idea, but wasn't sure if it'd work or even be remotely the same readings. He was also trying not to spaz out at the white figure they'd seen, just in case Stan hadn't seen it.
Dude it had a severed foot... the waaaaa waaahhh noise actually dragged him back to the meter though and kept him distracted. He was trying to think of a way to get Stan out of there without hurting his feelings. He occasionally tapped his headset to see if there was any life on the other end.
"Huh Pickle Jars... wonder if theres pickles in them." He mused.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:45 pm
"Huh? Well, um, sure, I guess." Stan seemed extremely reluctant, as if giving away an Object of Power. "You gotta wipe your hands first, otherwise your sweaty hands might short-circuit the control, or something." He shrugged and then whispered really loudly to Al, "That's what the others told me, shhhh."
A loud creak interrupted them from above, followed by muffled yelling. Stan immediately startled - "What was-"
WHAM.
The trap door closed firmly shut from above them, cutting of all light. It was dark, save the waaaa waaaaaaaa noise and lights from the EMF.
A sudden flash of white, hollow blacks where the eyes would be, a thin smile-
- And then nothing. The EMF responded by screaming crazily. The only other thing was the heavy breaths of everyone in the room.
There was another groan, a creak of the floorboards from above them. A pause-
- Before a loud crash as something fell through the ceiling, breaking several floorboards in the process as a body twitched, as the head gurgled, limbs flailing, convulsing oddly-
- And then stilled. A camcorder dropped out of their hand. Larry, hanging from a thick piece of barbed rope, neck now dripping freely from the single light source from above.
Someone screamed, there was the sound of mad scrambling and then voices - "OPEN THE DOOR" - "OH GOD, OH GOD" - "WHAT'S GOING ON"-
The trap door however, would not open, even as the muffled voices escalated. Stan gracefully took two wobbly steps and then vomited all over the floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:07 pm
Wilson watched as Aleister took the EMF from Stan and then pulled out his own FEAR meter. Ahhhh, that made sense. He let out another sigh when he received nothing from the headset. Frowning, he turned toward Aleister and Kat. “Mark still won’t answ—“ The door slammed shut, throwing the group into almost-total darkness.
His jaw stiffened when he saw the flash of white again. This time he could see the eyes that were black holes and the tiny smile before it disappeared once more. The EMF shrieked louder. A moment of silence before Wilson began to speak, “That…”
The floorboards upstairs creaked and then something just plain crashed through them. There was light again, enough to reveal the dripping neck and still body. Wilson should have been worried about the corpse and what exactly had done it (shhhh just don’t think about it right now, Wilson, compartmentalize), but his focus was on the panicked voices upstairs. There was even the sound of vomit. He winced. “Stan? You okay?” [Does it sound like it?] Grimacing, Wilson walked toward the camcorder and picked it up. “You think there’s anything on here still?”
Another look toward the intern. "Stay calm, okay?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:34 pm
Kat spun around when the trap door slammed shut behind them. Being stuck in a confined space was not something she was all too pleased about. "Well..that's not freaky at all.." As if to make her a little more uncomfortable, the flash of white of the ghostly figure returned, causing the hunter to jump back a little.
"Okay what the he--" the words fell dead in her mouth when she heard a loud creak from above, followed by Larry's lifeless body falling through the ceiling. As much as they were annoying, she didn't wish this on the guy.
Hearing the scream from above, Kat immediately summoned her weapons, not waiting for permission. "s**t! MOVE!" As soon as everyone was out of the way, the sun hunter fired a shot at the trap door to blow the damn thing wide open.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 8:48 pm
Aleister was looking at both when suddenly something dropped from the ceiling. "HOLY MOTHER OF POPTARTS." He yelped before biting his lower lip and clearing his throat, right uh.... then Stan made some pretty awful noises causing the trainee to cringe.
He summoned his weapon civilian be damned and moved so Kat could clear the door Ready to cover their backs. He frowned, "Why do we always end up having to MIB up this stuff." He was totally trying not to pay attention to Larry's body. "Bring the video camera, it might have something on it as long as that thing isn't a magnet."
Okay well actually Aleister didn't know if it was a VHS video camera or something better..... because well... he knew with a VHS tape they tended to be erased with magnets.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:48 am
The second the door burst open, two screaming guys - and one girl - ran down the stairs, one of then managed to trip in Stan's mess while the other two began to prompty state at the body and freak out, pointing combined with panic combined with screaming combined with pure terror. Fear. The other guy - Jim - finally took a step forward towards the lifeless body.
"I gotta, I gotta let him rest. Iin peace." He took another step forward and slowly, both hands shaking uncontrollably fumbled to until the rope around the body's neck.
The other guy grabbed a hold of Jim. "Don't do it Jim, don't- that might-"
-"I have to do it!" Jim began sobbing uncontrollably. "We can't just leave him like this! He shouldn't have to suffer any more!"
Stan was all but catatonic as he stuck very, very close to Wilson and clung to the Death trainee's arm like a security blanket. He occasionally omitted a whimpering noise.
"That's nice isn't it?" Standing next to the dead body was the apparition. It, or she, lacked a face entirely, hollow black holes taking up the are where her eyes would have been. Her voice was low, raspy, body unmoving as she turned her head at an unnatural angle towards the Hunters. "Those humans can't see me nor hear me, but you can. Can you really take me down? As long as these humans stay here, they will continue to fear and I will continue to grow stronger." It craned its neck even further. "Of course, you always have the option of getting rid of them."
A smile split open across the otherwise flat face, a flesh wound that gained a set of perfect, jagged teeth. She flickered, one second standing, the next pushing Al to one side, heavily against the wall, collapsing one of the cabinets in a flurry of dust and broken glass. "I wonder which little human will be next?"
The "Ghost Chasers" began to scream hysterically again, at the sight of the flying trainee. Stan might have whimpered a little more and clung closer to Wilson. There might have been some butt touching.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 11:40 am
Kat cringed as the three came screaming down the stairs, one of which managed to slip in Stan's puke. Making a mental note to avoid that spot over there, Kat followed Jim over to Larry's body. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she shook her head. "I understand that, but now isn't the time. We'll get him down after, but right now--" The hunter paused when the ghostly figure spoke out again, her voice causing the hunter to shudder as she drew her weapons on the creature.
"Whoa, gawd! Your an ugly sow of a ghost, aren't you?" What was up with her face? Why were Halloween creatures so bloody weird!?
Well, this proved to be more of a pain..these civilians couldn't even see the damned ghost that was practically right in front of them. This would make things more problematic..though, maybe it was a good thing they couldn't. The ghost was kind of a living--er dead freak show.
When the ghost knocked Aleister flying, Kat could only watch in shock. Well ********! Not only was this ghost freaking creepy, but she was also strong. Or Al was just really light. "Al! You okay?" Stupid question..he practically just got thrown by a ghost. Still..didn't hurt to ask.
"Like hell we're going to do that!" Killing humans was not something she was going to start doing. Killing ghosts on the other hand..gladly.
So because these ghost hunters were here, they were literally boosting this ghost with their fear? They couldn't--or rather--she wouldn't kill them, so they had to get them away from this place. "You guys have a truck or something here, right? Some sort of transportation?" Maybe if they held the ghost off long enough, they could get away, and they could finish the job they came here to do.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 12:31 pm
The camcorder was still in his possession when the door finally burst open to reveal a trio. He gave one of them a sympathetic glance as they fell into the mess and then winced at the other two screaming their heads off. Wilson looked at Kat and Jim. “Just let him do it. It won’t take too long.” His stare lingered on Kat. And if it gets them to calm down a bit, it’s probably for the better.
The intern was clinging to one of his arms, but Wilson let him hold on. He didn’t mind. Wilson would have continued to fiddle with the camcorder, but there was a voice that he distinctly didn’t recognize. He froze for a second before slowly turning his head toward the ghost. Eyes narrowed as he took in her appearance, from the hollow eyes to the unnatural angle of her bent head. Fingers tapped against the contraption in his hands as the apparition spoke. “Good poi—AL!”
He tried to rush over toward the other death trainee, but Stan’s grip on his arm made it rather difficult. In fact, Stan only clung even tighter and— “Woah!” Wilson shot Stan an alarmed look. “Is this really the time for that?” He shook his head. Whatever.
“Yeah. Let’s get you guys out of here. Everyone, up the stairs!”
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 1:06 pm
"Y-you not nearly as scary as some of the others." He said pointly, trying to sound tougher than he felt, the fact there was more people around was starting to worry him though.
Aleister watched as the others came in, screaming. Staring, "God you guys are the wor-------" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was thrown. He groaned was he okay? That was a hard question to answer when he wasn't really sure what had just happened.
He stumbled out of the glass few scrapes and things from where Pookie didn't have his guard up either, having been too busy laughing at the poor ghost hunter. "Yeah time to leave, everyone out." He muttered stumbling a bit as he removed himself from the cabinets brushing the glass from his coat.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:47 pm
At Wilson's order, the other two Ghost Chasers seemed to finally notice the trainee for the first time. They had given up on taken the body down, whispering in hushed voices a 'backup plan', that for some reason involved salt.
"No way." Jim seemed pretty adamant as he took a step to face the trainees. "Look kids, I don't think you understand the danger you are in. We're not going back upstairs, that will just make us easy pickings for the restless spirits. We gotta stick together, and keep an eye on you, like it or not."
There was a sudden soft creak by the rugged stairs. Stan had disengaged himself from Wilson, standing next to the exit.
"Stan," Sighed the other Ghost Chaser, a brunette with glasses, "Come back here. Didn't we tell you we work together, as a group?"
"Yeah, yeah you did." Stan took another step on the stairs and then a third, moving until he was halfway towards the exit. "But you know what? Those kids have been way nicer to me than, than you guys okay. They respected my EMF, and even let me follow them. I think they deserve respect and I will do what they ask." With another few resolute steps, he disappeared entirely, the sound of the floorboards above creaking.
"Stan-" Jim spluttered, "You-you idiot, get back here before-"
- A scream, loud, familiar from above. The two civilians ran up the stairs as well, there was more screaming, shouting a single name over and over- and then the screaming turned into gurgles after a loud, sickening snap.
The floorboards once again split open, beams flying left and right as a second body accompanied the first. Stan, hanging from the noose. Dead.
The hysterical yelling from the other two would not stop.
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