Who: John Constantine, Rain Ocampo, Chas Kramer
Where: The forest and Hallway
When: Around 1 p.m.
Rating: R for language (...surprise, surprise!)
OOC: Posting order, please.


Now lined up in front of the main door, the freezing wind and grey sky didn’t make the view of the equally grey and dark forest an any more pleasant one. Still, even if the sky had decided to clear up just that very moment, Chas doubted things would have looked any more brighter. Actually, he doubted anything could make the view before them any less glum and uninviting.

“I’m not liking the looks of it.” Chas stated, needlessly. The eerie looks of the forest worked better than a keep out sign and spring guns, in his opinion. Had he mentioned already how really, really not keen he was on entering the forest? Yeah, he really wasn’t – at all. If not for the looks of it already, the complete and utter lack of sounds coming from it just put the cherry on it. “Nothing against the gardener, but this? Is horror movie material.” Which summed up the overall feeling of the place only all too well, in his opinion.

Glancing from John to Rain and back again, he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “After you.” No way he was going to be the first one to set foot into that forest. For some reason or other, he seemed to lack all his adventurous drive today. He suspected he’d left that in Los Angeles, somewhere with reality and common sense.

Who: John Constantine, Chas Kramer
Where: Bathroom 1 on the second floor.
When: 11:45am
Rating: R for language.
OOC comment: Posting order, please.

John had found the bathroom, or at least a bathroom, up on the second floor. It just so happened to be almost directly across from the bedroom he'd woken up in. He could have kicked himself for stumbling around like an idiot when he'd had that coughing attack, and bloodying his hankerchief for no reason. Even so, the past was the past, and John couldn't change it. Besides, the cloth would have gotten bloody anyway thanks to that redhead. The important thing was, that he'd found it. It hadn't even taken him long, after he'd climbed the stairs. He'd only tried a few doors, really.

Now the door was propped open to the blue tiled bathroom, and the medicine cabinet had been flung wide. John wasted no time in imposing himself upon the contents of the well stocked cabinet, his fingers pushing and nudging bottles out of the way. At last he came up with clean gauze, antiseptic wash, and a possibly expired bottle of cough syrup. He settled his pillaged supplies on the sink, and closed the medicine cabinet again. He was leaning forward, over the sink as he upended the antiseptic onto the gauze set against the top. This was wonderful, just wonderful. Probably the cut didn't even need to be washed, it was bleeding rather freely--too many blood vessels in the face--but he was going to play it safe, for now. Although, he imagined that if there had been any toxins involved, they would have gone into effect by now.

So, John, going about the all too familiar routine of cleaning wounds, was left to think. He stared at the gash in his reflection's cheek while his mind wandered somewhere high above his head. Just who was that old man that had given him the envelope. Why was he here? And why was Chas here? Was it just to get to John? It didn't make sense. Why then would all these strangers be there, and why were most of them so young? And who was that redhead? What was she?

John could really only come to two conclusions. One, they needed weapons. Or two, they needed to get out of here. A twinge just between his eyes caused him to dip his head forward and pinch the bridge of his nose. Aspirin. He needed aspirin.

Who: Billy Loomis : Open to everyone.
Where: Main floor: Kitchen
When: 10am
Rating: R for language.

Billy had always been an early riser and even being transported hadn't changed that. About twenty minutes ago he had woken up in a strange bedroom in his corn syrup and blood stained tee-shirt and jeans with no memory of how he had gotten there. Correction, almost no memory. He could remember what he had been doing last, which was chasing Sidney around her house as that fucking bitch slipped away from Billy and Stu. Then a stranger appeared around the corner. Billy hadn't known the man but that didn't stop him trying to stab the son-of-a-bitch but something weird had happened. Billy flew back, unable to harm the man who approached him and dropped a letter on Billy's chest. The next thing the homicidal teenager knew, he was in a bedroom in the middle of nowhere.

Originally Billy had planned to leave the house as he headed downstairs but once he got there, he realized he would be better off trying call someone or find whoever lived here. "Swanky", Billy said to himself as he moved down the hard wood stairs and into the carpeted hallway. He poked his head into the lounge for a moment but there wasn't a phone or living soul in there. The next was the kitchen. Billy's eyes widened as he took the large room in. "I guess there are worse places to end up", he said out loud as he moved into the warm room. His eyes traveled over the walls, the steel colored appliances but they couldn't find the one thing he was looking for.

"Where's the goddamn phone?" That was when he noticed the large kitchen knives in the wooden block on the counter. With a quick glance down at his clothes, Billy moved forward and pulled out a knife with a sticky hand. Sure, it looked ominous, the seemingly blood-stained young man holding a huge knife in his hand but Billy didn't care. He could always lie about what had happened, as he was planing to, and he'd rather have the knife on him, should he need it.

As soon as he thought of that, Billy hear a noise that sounded like it was coming from the hallway. He took one step and stopped. Okay, you're not that stupid! he told himself. You know what happens to people who check out creepy noises in horror movies.

Who: Ash Williams and OPEN TO ALL
Where: Ash's Bedroom then Hallway on the second floor
When: 10am
Rating:TBD


“Shop smart, shop S-mart”, Ash murmured in his sleep as he tossed and turned on the bed. He had been saying that motto so often at work that it had leaked into his dreams. It was better than his more recent nightmares of deadites, freaky time travel adventures, and being chopped into pieces but the thing was, Ash wasn’t supposed to be asleep. He was supposed to be at S-mart, doing over-time to make up for all those shifts he missed while he was back in the past fighting evil demons. As if knowing this in his sleep, Ash suddenly jerked awake and sat up right in his bed. “What…who…how?” he incoherently sputtered as his blue eyes darted around the room. It was pretty, nice, defiantly a chick’s room, and certainly not Ash’s. Did I get lucky last night? he wondered for a moment. Where’s the lucky girl then? Somehow Ash didn’t think this was the case. Wasn’t I at work?

Yes, that was it. He had been at work, talking/hitting on the new girl in electronics when that old man had approached him. Approached him and tried to make him take an envelope, even though Ash refused because he had a bad feeling about the old coot. “Looks like my instincts were right again”, Ash muttered as he stood up and looked around the room. It looked like he had been kidnapped but that was stupid. Who the hell would wanna kidnap him?

Ash’s attention was distracted by the glint of light hitting off his metal hand. Oh..fuck. This didn’t have anything to do with that damn book, did it? “I’m gonna kill that jerk”, Ash swore before turning and running out of his bedroom. It was that gray-haired son-of-a-bitch who was behind this, he just knew it. “Hey grandpa, where they hell are you?” Ash yelled out as he moved down the hallway. “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?” he added with a sarcastic tone, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder before they dropped helplessly to his side. What the hell was going on here?