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As Vanilla was helping Naomi unload the car she said "This is bad, isn't it? I mean, if we don't stop this thing now, who knows where and how fast it could spread. we're talking apocalypse here."

Horror Inc.

Brandon walked to the shrine, and he suddenly got really, truly intimidated. The outside of the damned structure had such an unnerving vibe about it, and Brandon wasn't liking it at all. Quickly shaking away all of the negativity in his head, he walked through an opening which seemed to be relatively okay.

Not too far away, he heard footsteps, and possibly the voices of two women. He heard that he wasn't going to be alone on this, so he ventured in that direction, down a hallway, where he could hear the voices best, and he was just about to round the corner.

((Oh sorry... I had PM'd it to the creator of this rp and she posted it on the front page.... I'll post it up, sorry!))

Name: Jason Cage
Character's name: Brandon Lum
Gender: Dude
Age: 15
"Weapon": An old book with a leather strap closing it, and filled with unintelligible writing, at least to those who can't read it.
Other: Very, very afraid of supernatural, but the supernatural seems drawn to him. The irony of that makes him a rather interesting individual to follow. He keeps a bright mood and is often sarcastic. He joined this 'expedition' in efforts to learn more about his interests. His experiences from an early age result in his increasing thirst for knowledge about the 'ghost' problems that occur everywhere. Little does he know how big of a hole he's about to get into.
Looks:
((There ya go...))

The voices were going away, and Brandon wasn't going to let them, he heard them talk about walkie talkies, so he knew that they weren't ghosts, or at the very least, ancient ones. The footsteps were leading away, and Brandon was getting anxious. Being left alone in this god-forsaken place was bad enough, but trailing after things was really bad. "Relax..." He assured himself, and took a deep breath, before he walked forward again. His hand gripping his book tightly, he had no intention of loosening his grip on it.

A groan came from behind him and he whipped around.

Looking directly at a bloodied woman holding a sword.

That was more than enough to make him book it in the other direction and down the hall, whilst screaming, "SOMEBODY HELP ME! SHE'S RIGHT ******** BEHIND ME! FOR ******** SAKES!" He screamed, then ran even deeper into the building. His feet were carrying him quickly, but he was too afraid to look behind him, he could feel the presence behind him.

As Vanilla was hurrying to catch up with Naomi and get back into the shrine, she heard a loud scream coming from inside. "What the hell? We better get back in there, that could be Maple and that other guy..."

Horror Inc.

Hearing the screams, Naomi quickened her pace.
Reaching the door, she opened it and pulled her gun from the holster.
She set it to gun while running down the hall towards the safe room. Seeing the arms holding on to the new guy, she took a shot directly at one of the arms.

BAM

It let go of him. Another shot at the other one.

BAM

It too let go of him. She grabbed hold of him and pushed him in to the safe room. Seeing Vanilla catching up to her, she pushed her back into the safe room.

Closing the door behind her, she turned to face the group.
"What the hell happened?"

"Shes fine. Shes right there."
Naomi said, pointing at Maple.

"Come on... Don't stop..." He commanded himself, and then turned another corner before coming to a dead end, the only path he had was a door that he presumed was locked. Turning away, he looked back down the hall he had run through.

She was still there, and she was getting closer.

Not wasting any time, Brandon undid the leather strap and opened the book. After taking a quick glance over the pages, he came to stop on one, and he started reading the words from the page.

Confused, the ghost in front looked at him with a strange look, as this magic was unfamiliar to the language he was speaking, or so he assumed. After reading everything off the page as best as he could, a five star pentagram highlighted in a glowing color appeared on the floor beneath him.

Once the ghost saw what was underneath Brandon, she turned away and walked back the hall, occasionally looking back. Looking furiously to see if he saw any trace of the woman, he couldn't. Now relieved, the pentagram phased away, and he started walking back the only way he felt comfortable, because that room behind him wasn't going to do it for him.