teaganmitchell (teaganmitchell) wrote in horror_story, @ 2012-10-25 14:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | casper, complete, cycle001, tatum, teagan |
WHO: Teagan, Casper, and Taters
WHEN: Noon, starting after this thread.
WHERE: Teagan's room, Lobby
WHAT: Forming of the First Impromptu Scooby Gang.
WARNING: Language. Teagan is slightly random.
When she got back to her room, Teagan decided to change her outfit. Clothes shouldn't dictate how a person was perceived, but she knew that they did, and she also knew that she might have an easier time being taken seriously by the guy in 215 if she looked like an adult. It also might not hurt to opt for a lower neckline. There were mixed feelings about this impulse, because she knew very well where it came from, but there also wasn't much arguing with results. If the guy was gay, it wouldn't matter, and if he wasn't... well, it would only help their chances of him open his door and let them poke around. She wore a respectable jade blouse that just happened to have a v-neck over a white lacy tank top. That was about as racy as she was going to get for ghosts. When she wore the same top to her job interview, she intended to nix the tank. Again, mixed feelings, but she really needed the job, and she'd already been told enough about the guy who was going to interview her to know that it wouldn't hurt. Again, mixed feelings, but Teagan was only willing to argue with convention so much. It wasn't like she'd ever put out for a job... or for a ghost.
She hoped there was a ghost, or at least evidence of something. Part of her was hoping that the man in 215 had been the one driven insane, yelling in the halls. That would make for a nice, tied-up little story. After changing, she made her other preparations. Her purse had to be emptied a bit to fit a small notebook that was usually used for writing terrible songs, along with a couple of pens, just in case there was anything interesting she wanted to write down so as not to forget it. Hell, they might find something that could become a potential clue for the police.
Now, that wasn't a terrible idea, either. She fished the notebook back out, to write on a sheet of paper.To Whomever Finds This Note,
Hi! My name is Teagan Amber Mitchell and I'm currently of sound mind and body. I met a boy named Seth in the ballroom this morning, and we are going to check out room 215 and try to find some ghosts. I am not having any suicidal thoughts, and I won't run away. If I go missing or turn up dead, it has to be murder. Or a really bad accident. PLEASE INVESTIGATE. A Detective O'Brien spoke to me this morning and already knows who I spoke to last night, so he's got a head start.
Thanks!
Teagan Amber Mitchell
No Heart Conditions
No Allergies
No tattoos, scar on left ankle though and I have a small mole on the side of the right breast and I'm pretty sure my dental records are up to date.
Good luck!
PS. Don't call my mother. Even if you do track her down. She's not going to help you find whoever did it and she'd only freak out.
After writing the note, Teagan folded it up and placed it partially under a lamp, with the corner sticking out. Then she reconsidered, retrieved it to add the date and time on the bottom, and placed it in her guitar case. If her corpse turned up, the police would have to search her things, right? Well, assuming the killer didn't get rid of her stuff to make it look like she'd run away. She frowned, and decided to put it mostly under the phone, visible if someone were looking at the phone. Maybe pondering who she might have called in her last moments. Yes, that was good.
Satisfied that if the worst did happen she'd at least be leaving a decent clue, Teagan set off for the lobby to meet Seth. She would have even been early, were it not for the strangest girl she'd ever seen stepping out of the door across the hall from her, startling Teagan into stopping to stare. The woman had a face full of metal and absolutely no eyebrows. What were you supposed to say to that? At a complete loss, Teagan had to settle for: "Um. Hi. I'm Teagan."