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Klaus Hargreeves ([info]quietthedead) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-10-23 15:18:00

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Entry tags:ben hargreeves (netflix), gamewide plot, john constantine (vertigo), klaus hargreeves (netflix), peter b parker (sv)

Who: Anyone who wants to be spooked
What: Haunted house time
Where: Through the doors and into Hill House
When: Open throughout the Halloween Event



No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Filled with ghosts and specters of all sorts, Hill house seems tame enough when you first walk through it's doors, but it very quickly becomes obvious that everything is not as it seems. Is it your mind playing tricks on you? Or is it something else? Something more sinister.

Come in and stay a while, explore the long and twisting halls, enjoy the beautiful art and sculpture garden, and find the Red Room. There are many treasures to be had if you can survive the night.

[Party thread rules, tag your threads in the header of your comments, you can set your thread on any day from now until the end of the event]



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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-23 09:10 pm UTC (link)
It was probably a good thing that he'd had a little time to adjust to being himself again, it had been strange, that week of being young again, of not really knowing everything that lay ahead of him. Where his biggest concern had been whether or not he could talk Bill into making them pancakes for breakfast again for a third day in a row. Okay if he was being honest he'd have taken pancakes for breakfast three days in a row as an adult too, but it was less of a concern as an adult than it had been then.

Though to say he was concerned about anything as an adult was probably being overly generous, Klaus didn't really do things like concern, at least not about things like that.

But there he was, another day, ready to check out the doors again, see what they could grab - considering how much of what they'd had stored up had been gone through and enjoyed by pint sized versions of themselves it seemed like a good idea.

"I'm just saying," Klaus continued as he and Ben made their way into the house at the edge of town, "If I'd ever gotten to meet James Dean he'd have totally fallen for me." He finished as he pulled open one of the doors picked at random.

Peering inside he frowned at what looked like a darkened hallway, a little reminiscent of their home if he was being honest, maybe not exactly in looks but in feel at least. "Well this is new." He shrugged though, houses like this, always had something interesting to find within their walls.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-23 10:09 pm UTC (link)
Being little kids again had been fun -- Ben had been more carefree in that week than he'd ever been in his entire life, he was pretty sure. Not having any worry in the world beyond getting uppity when Klaus was swearing wasn't something he'd ever really had the pleasure of knowing before.

They were back to Themselves now, which was fine also. Ben liked it here, in this town. He liked living with Klaus and he liked it when Bill visited or they visited Bill. Well, in general, he just liked living. It didn't feel as new as it had when he'd first arrived -- he'd gotten used to things over time because that was just how things worked. But every now and again he found himself surprised, a little dumbfounded, but mostly pleased with how things were now. They were real, and he could touch.

Just like he was doing now -- reaching out to touch the back of Klaus' elbow even as his brother went on about wooing James Dean. Which was ridiculous, but that was sort of the best part of Klaus. "One meeting and he'd be wrapped around your little finger," he agreed solemnly (sarcastically) even as he looked around the place they'd just walked into. It felt a bit -- dark? But it probably wasn't the worst place they'd ever ended up.

Ben was aware that Klaus had treated him with kid gloves when he'd first showed up -- picked out places through those doors that were harmless to the point of boring and Ben had been fine with that, it'd been good Living Practice. And they'd just mostly had to grab things and go. But things had ben more interesting lately, as they both got a little less discerning. "This place is like...the building version of those cookies that come in the circle tin," he decided even though it didn't really make sense. It was just a big, kind of fancy looking house. But not fancy enough to have expensive snacks.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-24 01:13 am UTC (link)
Klaus could only grin when Ben agreed with him, it didn't matter that Ben was humoring him, he agreed and that was all Klaus cared about. Well that and the warm press of Ben's hand against his arm. He was a simple man at times, particularly when it came to Ben. "Just like all the good looking men I meet." He agreed as well, "It's a blessing, and a curse." He teased with a small smirk, like it was true, and like he didn't love it.

But there were more interesting things to do now, a house that looked like it might cause them a little bit of trouble, but like it might just be worth it in the end too. Maybe it was the fearlessness of being young, or maybe it was Bill's tutelage that made Klaus feel a little bit more like they could handle something like this. Whatever it was he didn't really worry much as they both stepped through.

"Think that means we'll find a lot of sewing supplies?" Klaus wondered, teasing at Ben's description of the place. He was feeling good, light-hearted. Something about being young again had felt a little bit like a reset or something like that for him. He wasn't totally sure, but he felt lighter now than he had in a while.

Of course the further he wandered through the house the less good he felt, there was a heavy feeling in this place, it reminded him - troublingly - of the crypts his father used to lock him in to make him get over his fear of the dead - in the end it had only solidified his fear in his mind rather than helping him at all.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-24 02:39 am UTC (link)
"Truly," Ben agreed, because while it wasn't actually true that every man Klaus met loved him, he did tend to get an uncanny amount of people do to so. There was just something charismatic about Klaus -- something fun and exciting and maybe a little bit vulnerable and a lot a bit shirtless sometimes that made people want to stick around. At least, that was what Ben thought. Mind, he'd been around his brother since before he could remember, so maybe his opinion was biased.

It was still the only one that mattered though, he figured.

"Sewing supplies. And buttons. A million of them. We'll be able to start an arts and crafts table at the library," Ben said pausing in front of a tall stairway and glancing up at what might be on that level. Klaus was tense and Ben didn't care for that at all. "Maybe sewing kits are worth the exploration," he said after a moment. "I was hoping for somewhere stores, or at least something good to take."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-24 05:26 am UTC (link)
"Oh yes, so many buttons. More than anyone would even know what to do with." He agreed, trying to keep himself focused on that fact much more than the creeping feeling working its way up his spine the further in he went. Sure this place looked like there would be interesting things to find here, things that they could use, or even use to trade somewhere down the line. Yeah it was fine, they did this often enough that it was all just kind of routine, the same old boring cities were - well boring, and they needed something new, and something different.

"Maybe the good stuff is further in?" He reasoned walking a little bit further down the hall. It made sense really, they had just come in like they were coming out of a room in a hallway - there was obviously plenty more house to see and the good stuff? That was just in some of the other rooms.

"Let's just grab anything shiny or interesting, and then get out of here." As much as he might like to look around properly and really poke through the drawers and rooms he didn't have a great feeling about this place, and that easy confidence he'd had before stepping through the door had really just evaporated leaving him feeling like there was something just over his shoulder every time he turned around.

What didn't help matters was the way the door swung shut behind them. "Uh.... that's normal." He said more for himself than to actually tell Ben it was normal, he might have arrived before Ben, but his brother had enough experience with this now that he didn't need to be told what was and wasn't normal.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-24 07:00 pm UTC (link)
"I wouldn't know what to do with one button," Ben said, because he didn't know how to sew. Why would he? Mom always did that for them when they were younger and -- well. Ben hadn't really been around to get older, to learn seemingly dumb but probably important skills along the way.

The good stuff probably was further in, but Ben wasn't sure he wanted to see it. Sure, the normal stores -- convenience, hardware, electronics, whatever -- they were boring, but they were useful. This was just. Well. Ben didn't really know what it was. He just knew he didn't love it, because of the set of Klaus' shoulders.

And he was about to say some polished silver wasn't really worth their time, but then the door closed and Ben frowned even more, if that was possible. "Not normal," he muttered, mostly to himself and turned back to re-open the door.

Except it wouldn't budge and that really wasn't normal. "Klaus."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-24 08:04 pm UTC (link)
Yeah Klaus didn't love it either, there was something about this place that set his teeth on edge though he wasn't ready to say that yet - things in town had been so good for so long now he'd forgotten what it was like to feel this sort of sensation, like he was being watched or like something was going to come up behind him at any second and he was just left waiting for it to happen.

Okay, this was fine, the door closed sometime, he closed it sometimes, but this was - well you know it was fine. Okay. He was okay with this. It was just a house. And yeah. It was all fine.

Except he was pretty sure it wasn't.

"Ben. My favorite brother," He paused when he thought he saw something over his shoulder - head whipping around to see what was there, only to see nothing down the hall, nothing that he hadn't already seen before at least. "I think - I think I really need to get out of here. So um maybe we can open that door?" The hairs on his arms began to prickle and goose bumps rose on his skin as an old familiar feeling started to seep into his veins.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-25 02:20 am UTC (link)
It didn't feel fine. Everything felt heavy even though Ben didn't know why, couldn't explain or put any word to it that would make any kind of sense. But you didn't get locked in happy places. That was just a fact of life. No one was forcing them to stay in a bookstore for a prolonged period of time.

"I know," Ben said, not caring for the tone Klaus was using, even though it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the situation. But no amount of jiggling the handle or yanking or pounding seemed to do anything and eventually Ben had to step away from the door in an upsetting defeat.

"Maybe there's another way out?" He asked, turning back to Klaus and offering his hand because -- whatever. They were better as one instead of two and this was the way to do it. "We'll get you something shiny on the way out."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-25 04:18 am UTC (link)
"Right, right, yeah - right there is, absolutely a way out of here and this is all just a game and not just something out of a nightmare," He wasn't mad - though his tone was terse, he was scared that creeping feeling of dread was coming back, the one he hadn't felt since he'd arrived in Starklandia.

His whole life he'd wanted to be normal, wishing for it, and when that hadn't worked, forcing it as best he could. Even if his best attempts could never rid him of the gift entirely. Not that he'd ever truly wanted to lose Ben. And yet, there were times he'd considered it - at the very least he'd hoped to push himself into an early grave and then he wouldn't have to worry about it at all. Problem sorted he was fine, can't be haunted if you're dead.

But Starklandia was different, it didn't seem like anyone had ever lived there, and so there were no ghosts to deal with. But this place? This place wasn't like that.

"It's fine, I'm fine. Let's just .... let's just find another way out." He almost didn't even hear Ben's promise to find him something shiny to take back with them, but he did take the hand that was offered, and if there was anyone in the world he'd want with him in the middle of a nightmare it was most definitely Ben.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-26 03:49 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't see ghosts anymore. He'd been able to once -- probably less because of Klaus' powers and more because -- well. It was easy to see dead things when you were a dead thing. That was just fact. But that didn't mean he didn't kind of feel the mounting tension in the air -- and it wasn't just to do with Klaus' terse tone. Maybe having been dead for so long made him slightly more aware of things most people wouldn't be.

He squeezed the hand in his and lead Klaus up the stairway -- because there was nothing on the first floor and sometimes it was just easier to find answers in places you didn't expect them. The second floor was no less spacious than the first, even with more closed halls it had big windows. That should have been comforting, but it just... wasn't. It was like Ben kept seeing something out of the corner of his eye, a reflection in the window that just wasn't there upon second look.

"We should check every door," he said finally. "See if it opens back up to the town."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-26 04:55 am UTC (link)
Klaus would have been all too happy to leave - hating that part of him that always wanted to rush into things without thinking about what that might mean for him further on down the line, what he might have to deal with because he rushed in. He should have taken a moment to really feel this place, and what it was before he'd decided they could find anything interesting. But he hadn't and now he was stuck - trapped in this place and just waiting for the first ghost to show itself rather than creeping around in dark corners waiting for him.

Still he followed Ben upstairs, his heart falling seeing the number of doors that waited for them up there. "Right, yeah - that -" He nodded swallowing thickly and hating this old familiar feeling.

"Yeah, okay, let's do this and find our way back - I don't even care if we find any buttons." Or anything else for that matter, Klaus just wanted out. Needed it. He pushed open the first door and was immediately greeted with the sight of a man, facing away from the door, his back to them - he didn't even wait for Ben to tell him if he'd seen it or not, just closed the door with a shaking hand. "Next."

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-27 02:48 pm UTC (link)
Splitting up, even a little bit, would probably be faster but Ben decided against that immediately -- his hand still firmly holding onto Klaus'. It probably wasn't practical, but the support was necessary. Ghosts weren't just things that hung around in the back of people's closets when it came to the Hargreeves. They were real and they stuck around. Klaus didn't need any more haunting.

He barely got a glance of what was in the room (a silhouette?) before Klaus was closing the door again and Ben only nodded, his mouth a straight, serious line. "Next," he agreed, but this time, he went to open it. Slow, and the door creaking just a little as he did so. It was dark. Clearly a bedroom for two, with twin beds and toys scattered on the floor. He didn't see anything, but that didn't really mean that there was nothing there. And it wasn't what he was looking for anyway, so he glanced at Klaus before closing it again.

The concept of finding Starklandia behind one of these doors was starting to feel unlikely.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-28 12:15 am UTC (link)
Splitting up was absolutely a thing Klaus was not going to let happen, not now - not in a place like this with ghosts at every turn, quiet and watching and horrible. No Ben was going to remain right here, beside him and Klaus was going to keep his hand in Ben's until they were back through the door again and in their own home.

He tried not to look, not in the room that Ben opened, or in the corners further down the hall or through the windows but he couldn't help it, it didn't matter how tightly he closed his eyes and tried to make them go away they didn't move. Inside of this next bedroom was a woman, her mouth open in a grotesque sort of silent scream, and Klaus shivered but tried not to let Ben know he'd seen it.

Closing that door Klaus heard something, and his head whipped around behind them, it was something he'd heard before, music he thought. "Do you hear that?" He asked, the sound of it was - it was like home. Like something their mother would play, in the evenings, after their father had retired to his study, when the children had a little bit of time to do as they pleased before lights out. It was - mom. "It's - it's this way." He moved toward it without even thinking about it, taking Ben with him in the direction of the music, and finding themselves standing at the end of a long hallway, with a red door way at the far end.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-28 01:13 am UTC (link)
Ben knew. He didn't need to be told one way or the other what Klaus had seen because he knew his brother well enough to know that things were not okay. And it was only because he knew Klaus so well that he didn't bring up the fact that Klaus' power set included speaking with the dead, and in this instance it might be helpful for finding the way out. He knew that it wasn't something he'd ever really come to terms with - that the only dead thing that Klaus had ever felt comfortable talking to was here right now, their hands firmly clasped together.

"They can't do anything," Ben murmured, voice low and tight and if he was honest he wasn't even sure that was true or not. Ghosts were weird, and Ben wasn't sure they all played by the same rules -- especially if there was something around that could channel them, like Klaus had him. Given the right moment and opportunity, Ben had had a pretty mean right hook and played a pretty decent game of patty cake.

He was so lost in thought he almost didn't hear the music at first -- just let himself be lead by the hand down the hall until they were there. In front of the door all bright red and eye catching, like it wanted to be welcoming. There was definitely something behind it, piano. Familiarity. Ben thought a little nonsensically about the week that they were children, how they'd decided they were better off without anyone. "I don't-- know."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-28 07:51 am UTC (link)
In theory he understood, the dead were just people, but there was something about them that set his teeth on edge that made something twist in the pit of his stomach and made him need in a kind of desperate way to do anything other than look at, acknowledge, listen to the spirits that so often surrounded him. Ben had always been the only dead man that Klaus had been able to stomach, and even then in the beginning he'd been more scared than he was willing to admit. But his brother had only ever been his brother, not the screaming horrible thing that so many of the dead could be.

And the dead in this house? They felt different than those he'd seen back home. Ben said they couldn't do anything but the both of them knew better - Klaus knew that the dead could touch if they really wanted it, they could hurt potentially, they could use him if they knew it was possible, and so the less said about his abilities the better.

It didn't really make sense that there might be something familiar here in this house, if Klaus had stopped to think about it he'd understand that, but he couldn't really seem to find the ability to do things like make sense of what they were presented with. Not when there was something about that room that seemed to beckon him closer, and with his hand still clutching Ben's he pulled his brother along with him. "What's to know?" He said quietly. "It's another door right? We're checking all of them, aren't we?" That had been the idea at least, but Klaus thought maybe, suddenly without much reason for it, that whatever was on the other side of that particular door might be worth sticking around for a while longer. Like there was something inside calling him.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-29 02:04 am UTC (link)
Klaus' powers were bad like that -- the kind that could be used against him almost as much as Klaus could use them for himself. Ben understood that, feared his own skill set enough to only ever use it in emergencies because the risk of things going wrong felt higher than it going right.

And, well, he'd know all about the risks of it, wouldn't he.

But Ben wasn't focused on himself, or really even Klaus' power -- beyond the obvious parts, the parts that made things visible to him that simply weren't to Ben. He was focused now on that red door and the music coming from behind it. And how he really, really didn't want to open it. Ben thinned his lips into a straight line and squeezed Klaus' hand harder, tugging him back a little, a step away from that door. "That's not Mom," he said quietly, anxious in a way he hadn't felt in quite some time now. "I don't want to go in there."

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-29 05:24 am UTC (link)
Klaus for his part wasn't even thinking about ghosts anymore, just that door and just the music that was behind it. From where they were standing he could see someone moving inside, just a shadow moving beneath the bottom edge of the door - it reminded him of their mom, the way she'd sort of dance with herself, or for them at times and he thought maybe, however impossibly that it had to be her on the other side of the door.

"How do you know, though?" He said without taking his eyes off the door, though he let Ben tug him back just a little, not far though, not enough to put any real distance between them an the door - maybe a half step. They were in a town where people showed up for no good reason, where Ben was alive when the two of them knew better than most that he'd died a long time ago, why couldn't their mom be on the other side of that door? It didn't seem impossible in that moment, for whatever reason, Klaus couldn't quite rap his mind around.

"It could be her." He said again, "Just listen." He took another step toward the door again, despite the way Ben said he didn't really want to go in. Like his earlier fears were all but forgotten, like all there was left now was that door and whatever was on the other side of it. "I want to look. Just a little, like the other doors, we can close it again right after."

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-10-30 02:29 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't always argue with Klaus -- especially not lately. There hadn't felt like there was much to disagree over these days and most of the time he was fairly content being his brother's shadow and partner in crime. But that didn't mean he was always willing to bend, or that his opinion didn't sometimes differ. But when Ben dug his heels into the ground, he usually felt like it was for a good reason.

So in this instance, it wasn't just that he was trying to be difficult and stubborn, or to disagree just for the sake of it. There was just something wrong with that door, and the more Klaus wanted to see, the less Ben wanted to.

"It's not her," Ben insisted, keeping a tight grip on Klaus' hand and not moving even an inch even as Klaus took another step forward. "This house isn't right, Klaus. You've seen what's in here. It's not gonna be Mom." He didn't trust that they'd be able to close it again, if they opened that door up just to look right now.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-10-31 05:37 am UTC (link)
It wasn't even that Klaus disagreed, if things were different, if he wasn't who he was - well he'd very much be on the same side of things as Ben. This house was fucked and anything that made you want to go in deeper had to be part of just how fucked up it all was. But Klaus was who he was, and his powers were being used against him now in this place, in a way he'd never experience before.

It had always been screaming ghosts before, spirits demanding his attention, to tell someone, anyone about their pain and their lives, to cling a little longer to a life that wasn't theirs but would do well enough. But this? It was different, there were the other ghosts, hidden behind curtains and under furniture, tucked into corners, and peering in through windows, but there was also whatever was behind the door, like it was calling out to him, in the sweetest way possible. Enticing Klaus in a way that nothing ever had before and he couldn't even think straight to know that it was happening to him he just wanted to go in further.

"I just need to look." He said it again, his arm outstretched behind him where Ben still held on to him tightly, even as he wanted to keep moving forward toward that door that seemed to call to him. "Just give me - come on, I just.... can't you hear that?" He turned to look at Ben then, it felt impossible that Ben couldn't be just as compelled as he was to go and see, but all he saw on his brother's face was doubt and worry and maybe even fear.

And for just a moment Klaus snapped out of it, just long enough to let Ben urge him back again, "I... We need the door, Ben. I'm not, this place isn't - I'm not good here. I can't, I won't make it." His own fear thick, rising up like bile in the back of his throat and he didn't know how to stop it even as he felt the warmth radiating from that door behind him, and as much as he wanted to turn back toward it he kept his eyes on his brother needing that anchor.

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[info]number_6
2019-10-31 07:35 pm UTC (link)
Yeah. Ben was kind of getting that. It was one of the reasons that he felt so scared and nervous. Because dead, bad things had always called to Klaus the loudest. He'd always heard and seen things that no one else had and it'd drove him to ruin time and time again. And Ben -- well. So often, Ben had only been able to watch and do nothing else.

But he was here now. He was alive and a physical being and he wasn't going to let it happen again. Not this time. So they weren't going through that fucking red door, no matter what.

"We're gonna find the door," he said, raising his free hand to press against Klaus' cheek -- steadying and reassuring. There. "I'll protect you." And he fucking meant it. Which was why he was turning on his heel a second later and physically dragging Klaus back down the hallways, toward the stairs.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-11-02 05:10 am UTC (link)
Klaus was fully aware that if he was in this house on his own he would never make it out, he knew that somewhere deep inside of himself, even if there was so much of him that needed to get to that door and see what was on the other side of it. He'd never had his powers used against him like this, though he'd have said there was only one time in his life when his powers hadn't been used against him and it was Ben - who he'd kept around for all those years after he'd died, who he'd helped to manifest when they'd needed him most, and who was here with him now pulling him away from the one place that he shouldn't want to go but did.

He let Ben pull him, even as part of him fought it, though he couldn't help but look back at that door, seeing a shadow move under the bottom edge maybe it was the sway of a skirt, their mom was always wearing dresses that moved nicely like that. He thought maybe that's what it was - mom in there dancing and just waiting for them to join her. All they had to do was open the door.

But the more they moved from the door he was back in the halls with ghosts all around and Klaus didn't want to see any of that either, "No, no, no, no no," He groaned, lifting up his free hand like he could shield his eyes and block out all the things he saw around them, men and women, children, their grotesque and twisted faces turning as they watched them move. "God where is the door?" How long had they even been here? Was it just a short time or had it been longer? He felt like he couldn't tell anymore.

"Outside?" he suggested, the doors of the halls all opened into rooms filled with more ghosts and Klaus didn't think he could take much more, but outside maybe? Maybe that was something? He didn't know if the house would even allow it, but it felt like the safest place. Anywhere but here and these halls.

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Hargreeves
[info]number_6
2019-11-03 04:22 am UTC (link)
Ben didn't know how long they'd been here. It felt like forever. Or maybe minutes. Hours? Certainly not an entire day but-- it was hard to tell. The house was just...dark. And not even really where lighting was concerned.

He thought, maybe, being able to not see the ghosts in this particular instance helped a bit. Because it meant he could walk through (or by) them and not have to falter or duck or anything else. He could press Klaus' face into his shoulder while they walked so he didn't have to look either. It probably didn't help, not a lot, but it was something. And they were away from that Red Door and that made a difference.

The door to town didn't seem to pop up again, at least, not inside the house, but Ben agreed maybe outside was just better. Or, it couldn't be worse than this. So he pulled at the handle of the front doors and --

"Oh," he said, sounding more relieved than he'd ever before, possibly in his entire life. Town.

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Hargreeves
[info]quietthedead
2019-11-03 05:06 am UTC (link)
Hiding his face didn't really help, but it was something, it grounded him a little bit - he'd never really had someone with him like this while facing down spirits like this. But he'd never actually had to deal with ghosts like these, they weren't like the sort from home, who wanted someone to listen to them more often than not - these wanted to hurt them, Klaus in particular it felt like maybe because he was who he was and could do what he could do.

But Ben kept moving, pushing past the ghosts that Klaus felt and saw all around them, looking for the way out while Klaus wanted nothing more than to just press his face into his hands and stop moving until it all went away.

His breath caught in his throat when Ben opened the front doors and rather than opening out onto a lawn or something like that, it was their town, the place that Klaus had hoped they would find there. And with Ben he practically raced through the door again yanking it closed behind them before he collapsed, curling his arms around himself overwhelmed by the fear he'd felt in that place and the rush of quiet that washed over him the second they were back through that door leaving him practically sobbing.

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Actual Hargreeves and not Tony Stark
[info]number_6
2019-11-04 04:20 pm UTC (link)
They were a tangled mess of limbs and anxiety on the stone of the courtyard and Ben had never, ever been happier to be here (home) than he was right now. There'd have been no way, no way at all that either of them would have lasted a full day or a night in that place. Not with the way the ghosts hadn't let up, not with the call of the red room.

"Klaus," he said, but didn't have anything to follow it up with - couldn't possibly, even. But he pressed himself closer, tangled his hands in his brother's hair and kept them together. Getting up didn't seem like an option. "We're okay. You're okay." They weren't. He wasn't. But he had to try.

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]_constantine_
2019-10-26 10:11 pm UTC (link)
This place was straight fucked. Constantine had been aware of it the second they'd stepped into the house, even before they'd figured out that the door behind them wasn't going to open back up no matter how much pulling or twisting they did to the handle, or how much John thought he could jimmy the lock with picks and then magic.

Frankly, he was getting really tired of doors not doing what he wanted them to. It hadn't been like this before Starklandia. Before, he'd been able to find and open doors to get in or out of anywhere he wanted. Wind up dead? Not a problem, he'd just walked backward out of hell with one finger raised and a cigarette lit.

Now? Well. At least he still had the cigarette. Not that it was doing much for his nerves. This house was tainted with dead things. And John damn well knew it -- could see them, all of them, no matter where he turned. That was -- it wasn't something new, maybe. He'd seen ghosts and ghoulies for as long as he could remember, had been institutionalized when he was younger, just a little teen Constantine who couldn't stop himself screaming over all the things waiting there in the dark and the day just for him.

He didn't scream now, no matter how many pale faces, and too-tall men hovered at the edges of his vision. But he was on edge. He was definitely on edge. So he was smoking, sticking close to Peter because someone had to protect this goofy, handsome man and while John wasn't usually very good at keeping people alive he was damned well going to try his hardest.

They were in the kitchen now and Constantine was rifling through the drawers. "We need something to write with," he muttered behind his bobbing cigarette.

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]pbandparker
2019-10-26 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Going through the doors was never going to be his favorite thing, Peter had known that going in, but he'd kind of thought maybe with so many people going through so often and it not usually ending too badly he could handle a trip through with John. What a fool he was, truly - to think that things would ever be find when he went through.

He couldn't see anything in this place, at least not in the way John could - he didn't see people tucked into corners or pale faces pressed against the windows. But he felt like maybe they were there all the same, just outside his line of sight and every time he thought he saw something when he turned to look right at it there was nothing there. It left him feeling a chill running down his spine and the very intense desire to run screaming back to town, or anywhere that wasn't this house.

But despite their best work that didn't seem to be an option just yet, so he had very nearly plastered himself to John's side and was helping him look for something to write with.

"Please tell me that's not to pen a note for someone to remember us by," Peter said pulling open another drawer on the china cabinet and making a sound of quiet victory. "I don't think anyone is going to be too impressed with it if that's the case, especially when we have to write them in crayon." He said holding up the box he'd found tucked into the drawer, like someone had been cleaning quickly and shoved them into the nearest available hidden space.

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]_constantine_
2019-10-27 04:27 pm UTC (link)
"It's my last Will and Testament," John said dryly, mostly under his breath. "I've got exactly five items t'give away and very specific people t'give them to." It was a lie, of course, just a distraction from the dark haired ghost he could see from the window that was standing in the yard. He didn't tend to usually like any ghosts but these ones John decided he liked less than usual. They were too quiet and he didn't like that at all. "Fuck off," he told another one quite pointedly -- a firm and accusing finger being pointed in the direction of the pantry.

"No, s'not for a note," he went on, lighting up like a kid on christmas when Peter came in clutch, finding those crayons. Not his ideal choice for a writing utensil in a moment like this -- chalk or charcoal or even one of those big ass sharpies that smelled good (a little like getting high) when you uncapped them might have been nicer. But beggars couldn't be choosers. "C'mere," he gestured at Peter -- wanting to keep him close. Separation in moments like these never once ended well. John knew this from experience. "We're gonna do some dirty magic. Just gotta find a -- an emptier room."

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]pbandparker
2019-10-28 01:03 am UTC (link)
Peter huffed a little while John told him what he wanted it for - but not really, just something to distract them both maybe, something that Peter could laugh at a little bit while the hair on the back of his neck stood on end the longer they were there and he couldn't quite say way - but maybe it had something to do with the sort of way John kept looking at things that Peter couldn't see.

"Right," Not for a note, which was fine - John knew what he was doing and Peter was just along for the ride, and considering things well Peter was more than happy to let John do the driving on this one. He kept close as they moved, not at all interested in splitting up or anything like that, and with John said magic? Well Peter was okay with that too, especially if it was a let's get home kind of magic.

"Okay let's just - let's see what we can find." Peter nodded, moving through the house with John, his spider-senses were going haywire, in a bad sort of way. Like there was something that he needed to see, something he needed to be ready for but no matter where he looked he couldn't quite decide if that was the direction it was coming from.

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]_constantine_
2019-10-28 01:30 am UTC (link)
Constantine sort of hated that this was the shit that he was best at. It was terribly bloody work, the kind that left him on edge and usually ended bloody. Usually he got roped into it on jobs or just by making his own trouble. Usually, when things were haunting him, it was because he'd summoned those things. Or gotten the people haunting him dead in the first place.

It wasn't a normal thing, for him to just step into a house that had this much shit going on in it. Not on accident. And definitely not with his -- his. John chanced a look over at Peter -- who had walked him home once and offered a goodnight kiss all while letting him keep his (nonexistent) dignity, and who John just wanted more of. Who looked completely on edge here, like he was feeling everything that John was seeing. Constantine wasn't sure which was worse, not really. But he knew that of all the things Petey did on the day to day, he wasn't equipped for something like this. So maybe he didn't have a label for whatever it was Peter was to him, but he knew he cared and he had to get to the top of his game in order to make sure they both made it out of this alive. It was just a goddamned miracle Claire wasn't here, too.

"C'mon, then, love," he told Peter, flicking his smoke away and sort of just hoping the cherry would set the place ablaze. It might be the easier solve to their issues. It was definitely what he would have done if he was alone, and willing to truly rile up the spirits in here.

He checked a few different rooms -- found them lacking in terms of emptiness -- until they finally ended up on the second floor again, and he decided that no room was going to have what he wanted and he was going to just have to work with what he could -- so when he took to the floors with his white crayon, it was with sloppy, quick marks. "Gonna have to exorcize the whole fucking place," he bitched, and tried not to think about how that might not be possible. "Hangin' in there, Parker?"

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Peter B | Constantine
[info]pbandparker
2019-10-28 08:03 pm UTC (link)
John was - well he was probably the exact right person to get himself stuck in a situation like this with, who knew what he was doing, or at least knew enough to be able to formulate a sort of plan for something that might end up helping them get back home. Which was far more than Peter could say for himself, he was feeling entirely out of his element, he preferred dealing with threats he could deal with face to face, who were living and usually happy to come out and show themselves while pontificating for a while giving him time to deal with whatever issues they'd caused before wrapping them up in a neat spidey-bow.

This though? This was not something he was prepared for.

But John, John was drawing on the floor with crayons and grumbling about exorcising this place and Peter felt a little bit like he'd wandered into a movie, one of the spooky ones he'd watch this time of year but wouldn't take a look at during the rest of the year. "Oh yeah, me?" He scoffed a little when John asked how he was, "Fine, totally fine." He agreed keeping his tone light even if he felt anything but fine. "My spidey-sense isn't loving this - but you know, a bit of a make over? Some curtains maybe? A throw pillow or two, and this place might not be terrible."

"You've got the right idea, with this decorating you're doing." He knew it wasn't that of course, he'd seen enough magic to recognize pieces of it, and sure he didn't understand all of it but he knew that John was up to something.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]donewithnights
2019-10-29 03:03 am UTC (link)
Claire was really good under pressure, it's what made her so good at her job. She could keep it calm, keep it collected and when faced with blood and gore and devastation she could compartmentalize and she handled it. But right now she was handling nothing.

She'd only been a half step behind Peter, missed the door by a fraction of a second. But she'd pulled it open to follow and stepped out into a room alone. Well alone up until the woman across the room seemed to pour across the floor, like her bones were a liquid and she could just ooze and crawl like some giant fucking horror spider.

Fuck that.

Claire got out of that room quick smart, slamming the door behind her only to find a hallway with what seemed like more endless doors. Something touched the back of her neck and she spun around, nothing there, even if the filthy breath of someone tickled the back of her ear. The fear bubbled up inside of her, like she was too scared to scream. But she wasn't too scared to go barging into the door opposite.

It seemed empty but she wasn't buying it and wrapped her hands firmly around a candlestick that had been abandoned in the corner. "Okay Claire, it's fine, if you can handle a four hundred pound man on a PCP high, you can handle-ARGH!" A hand came shooting out from the curtains and caught her around the throat, long yellow nails scratching along her throat as she jerked away.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She hissed as she skidded back into the hallway, practically falling into the next door, wielding the candelabra like a sword.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]_constantine_
2019-10-30 10:34 pm UTC (link)
John was well pleased that Petey could at least keep a good sense of humor about him even though it was really clear just by the way his shoulders were squared and the tightness of his voice that he was not having a Good Time. John wasn't either and he wasn't even being burdened with the concept of feeling like things were around that meant to do him harm without knowing what or where those things were.

Not that it was much better, he supposed, to know exactly what was waiting for him. Watching a small child crawl up the stairs on hands and knees, slowly slinking toward them made him hasten the pace at which he was drawing. "Stick close," he warned Peter, tense. "It's a ward. Nothing down there can pass this line anymore---"

He broke off on his thought when he heard screaming coming from the other direction and -- "Claire?!" Just who he'd been really glad he wasn't here.

This was his luck, he knew it. It'd just waited a while to go back into effect since arriving in Starklandia.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]pbandparker
2019-10-31 05:29 am UTC (link)
One of these days he'd rethink this part of him that made him consider maybe going through the doors, today hadn't been that day and now here he was - on what was decidedly not a fun day out with the tall good looking dude that he thought maybe he'd like to kiss again at some point and instead was feeling very much that sick tingly sort of feeling that told him that there was a lot of not good shit all around him and not being entirely sure where exactly any of it was because no matter how hard he looked he never could quite see anything there.

But John was doing his thing, drawing a circle and figuring stuff out and Peter was only too happy to do exactly as he was told, sticking close and trusting that John knew what he was doing because what exactly were his other options?

Then he heard shouting coming from the other direction and Peter knew that voice really well, and he knew it was Claire coming before she even made her way into the room clearly running from something. "What???" He moved without thinking, putting distance between himself and John, toward Claire needing to pull her close, away from whatever it was she was running from.

He couldn't see whatever it was, and quite frankly he felt pretty confident that he didn't want to either, but he did know that pulling Claire in over to where John was doing his thing was going to be the best thing he could do then. "What the hell, where did you even come from?"

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]donewithnights
2019-11-01 11:00 pm UTC (link)
Claire might never have been so glad to see someone before. It had been pretty good timing when he'd found her alone in the town with no pants on, beaten to hell and feeling like she'd been chewed up and spat out. But this was a tie for first place glad to see them there, not that she wanted them there but who was she kidding, Claire wasn't any match for this place.

"This is helping me zero, less than zero!" Claire shrieked as she waved the candle stick at Peter in a way that was not at all menacing but bordering on hysterical. There were tears in her eyes as she flopped against him, keen to have something to chase away the feeling of barely there fingertips on her skin.

"I was right behind you, the door had hardly closed and I stepped through and you weren't there," Claire grasped the bottom of Constantine's shirt, because he looked busy but also, he was there. "And I swear to fucking god if you're not real and I blink and you turn into some kind of horrorfest I'm breaking up with you both!"

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]_constantine_
2019-11-02 01:36 am UTC (link)
“Are we dating?” Constantine asked, curious and a little teasing both — but yeah, he supposed they all were. This was meant to be a good outting. Some kind of date that was going to lead to something more than strip poker and too many drinks that had started for a bad reason. He’d been bloody looking forward to doing something that’d feel fun and normal — but not too normal. Their own weird style of it.

But instead they were here, making a home with ghosts. And John wanted to look at them, at the both of them, but he turned back to his writing, laid a palm flat against it and murmured a few words under his breath — when he turned his hand next, the entire area in front of them flashed bright momentarily. “Fuck off,” he murmured to the ghost who’d been creeping up the stairs — now detained by something more sturdy and steadfast than it’s own hate.

John was — this was the shit he was good with. Which was something of a shame because now his hands were freed up for a while and he could turn around, he saw Claire was crying and it was…

It felt fucking bad, was what it felt like. “You’re alright, loves,” he murmured, glancing away and pulling out his cigarettes. Claire would probably appreciate one about now.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]pbandparker
2019-11-02 05:18 am UTC (link)
"You're okay," He told her gently, maybe it was even true. "We've got you," that was more true, "You're with us now." There we go, entirely true and Peter held her close standing guard with her while John finished up his magics to help and actually keep them safe in a way that worked better than the words Peter had on offer at this point.

Sometimes, it was easy to forget that not everyone in town did the sort of things that he did - even Claire who of course he knew wasn't like him, but she'd rolled with the punches better than anyone he'd ever met and so sometimes, he forgot. But right here in this moment with tears in her eyes while she wielded a candle stick - well Peter knew it then and he held on to her tightly because yeah he was scared of this place too, and he had the benefit of at least feeling a little like maybe he could do something about it? Probably ineffectually, but you know, he'd certainly have tried it.

"We're not gonna be dating for long if we don't figure out a way back to town." Peter warned, because yeah, like they were dating. It was new and this was hardly the sort of first date that he imagined any of them might like, but here they were - the three of them together here.

Still he felt a little like he could breathe, certainly his spider senses hadn't stopped reminding him that there was bad shit all around, but if John said they were good then he was going to trust him on that. "Get over here a minute." Peter reached out an arm and tugged John closer, because well he thought all of them might just need a little bit of that in the midst of this kind of insanity.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]donewithnights
2019-11-02 10:12 pm UTC (link)
Of course they were dating. Kind of. Look it was a slow burn, they'd taken all the time in the world to kind of feel each other out, to go with it and not rush seeing as they were probably forever trapped in limbo anyway. Being a teenager again she'd been utterly smitten with both of them and that had only kind of cemented it, well it had for her. Judging by his tone it had for him too and she was absolutely going to give that some more thought when she could think. What she'd been hoping for from today had been something a lot more date-like than this.

Look she was only kind of crying, the sort where tears just kind of leaked out because you were overwhelmed and something awful had touched you and you felt utterly vulnerable. But his magic flashy thing looked promising and Peter's reassurance that despite the fact she wasn't okay but that she was with them was very comforting.

"See if I ever let you take me anywhere again, Creep," Claire said as she rolled her teary eyes and wrapped her arm around his waist.

Yeah that was a good idea, he had a cigarette and looked like Christmas was cancelled and Claire nodded at Peter's suggestion and tossed the utterly useless candlestick so she could grasp him by the shirt tails and tug him into their weird hug. "Yeah come here and let me use you as a human shield," Claire said as she leaned up to kiss him.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]_constantine_
2019-11-04 04:34 pm UTC (link)
"Right," John said, and now wasn't really a great time to re-hash what their relationship really was or wasn't because if they hadn't been able to put it to words on a normal day, they weren't going to do it in a house full of vengeful and angry spirits. And christ, were they angry. Just because John was good at dealing with this kind of stuff didn't mean he wasn't unsettled. But that didn't mean he was going to be that young man who broke down screaming until someone slapped a hospital bracelet around his wrist again, either.

He still wished that the two of them weren't here. Even if Claire kissed like she meant it, and Peter tugged at them both possessively until they were all circled up, three people squished together on the top of a staircase, hoping like hell they wouldn't lose each other to whatever the fuck was in this house.

If they weren't here, he could have just torched it.

"We've got t'move along," he murmured after a moment -- even if maybe he took an extra second or two to put his nose against Peter's jawline because -- whatever. One cuddle deserved another. "One direction isn't all and there's work to do. Or a door to find." And making out wasn't as fun when there were literal ghosts watching from every angle.

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Peter B | Constantine | Claire
[info]pbandparker
2019-11-05 04:19 am UTC (link)
"No ghosts next time." Peter promised her gently, as best he could - because well the truth was Peter wasn't certain that he'd be eager to try and take her anywhere other than Pancho's for a while, and at least that was a place he was fairly certain there were no ghosts. So it was a promise he could keep.

But for now there was this, the three of them pressed close, as tight as Peter could get all of them within the safety that John had created for them. For just a moment it was enough, just a moment of course because not even this was enough to make Peter forget the way his senses kept reminding him there was trouble all around them.

"Okay," He agreed, ready to help keep them moving, to find the way out so he could get these people who were his out of this place and back into town where at least he could say he felt safe. "Okay, let's figure out which way we're going and then we'll just...." He took a breath, because Peter really didn't want to go back out into all of that, he wanted to just find that way back easy and know they were safe. "We'll just get ourselves out of here, It's gonna be fine."

If there was one thing he could do it was a sort of mediocre pep talk.

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