Who: Rain, Spence, Alice, anyone.
Where: Downstairs bathroom.
When: 11:30
Rating: TBD
OOC Note: Posting order please.

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Rain Ocampo had grumbled all the way through the hallway and even passed a closet on the way to walking around in circles. Finally the young woman came upon a bathroom and closed the door. There was no lock on it, or so she had seen. Suspiciously eyeing the door had the Latina began to unzip her BDU jacket and let it fall on the floor. She looked at her hand for a moment and frowned, tears were visible in her eyes. Her arms crossed over her abdomen had she lifted the black t-shirt up and over her head and tossed that with the jacket. Her skin felt like it was crawling on her. A gash in her neck from the bite marks of J.D.

Moving the strap of her black sports bra down a little bit, Rain grimaced looking at the blood and set to clean herself up as her olive colored hand went to the mirror and opened it, finding a box of gauze and began to unravel her bandaged hand with a soft gasp of pain.

Who: Ash, Jack, Epps and anyone who wants to tag along.
Where: Outside the house/ Heading to the groundskeepers.
When: 11:30
Rating: TBD
OOC Note: Please follow a posting order.

Jack was already heading down the stairs when Ash turned around. He still a bad feeling about all this but he pushed those thoughts aside. This whole things was a nightmare, of course he was going to feel shitty about all this. He glanced at Epps, giving the curly haired woman a shrug before she headed down the stairs after Jack. Ash soon followed suit. For a moment, he thought he saw someone moving down the hallway out of the corner of his eye but once Ash got a good look, he realized there was no one there. “Screwy place”, he muttered, silently wishing he still had that chainsaw attached to his wrist instead of a metal hand. Not that the latter wasn’t useful. The metal hand was three times as strong as his regular one and made it easier to shoot a gun but…

Ash took a deep breath as he walked down the stairs, into the downstairs hallway and then found the backdoor that lead out to a wide green lawn. He paused to look at the fountain that spewed clean, clear water before looking up at the grey sky once more. “Maybe we should have took a weapon”, Ash commented out loud but he continued walking across the green, dew-covered grass which soaked the hem of his pants.

The weather two story shack wasn’t too far of a walk from the mansion and within ten minutes, Ash was up at the front door and knocking with his human hand. “Hey grandpa, you in here? We’ve got some questions to ask you”.

Who: J.D., Brigitte and whoever
Where: Brigitte's Bedroom
When: 12:00 pm
Rating: TBD
OOC: Posting order plz.

One minute J.D. was humming to himself in the basement of his highschool, setting up a bomb that would express his greatest plan in one big, fiery explosion. The next, he was on a messy bed in house he had never seen before in his freakin' life. "What. The. Hell?" the teenager swore as he sat up in the bed, brushing his hair out his eyes and looking blankly at the room. There were either two answers for this. A) He was dead and this was the after-life. And if that was the case, J.D. was seriously disappointed. He had been really hoping for clouds, angels and maybe even a harps to create the effect. That's assuming you're going to heaven, J.D. silently chided himself. There was always the other option of going to hell but somehow white pine and quilted blankets just weren't the sorta thing J.D. thought Satan would be up for.

Which lead to option B) A hospital. The only question was, what kinda hospital. J.D. looked down at his body, noticing that he was still wearing the blue jeans, black tee-shirt and usual black trench coat as always. "Huh", he sighed as he climbed out of bed and looked cautiously about the room. With a few quick strides, J.D. was out the door and in the hallway only to be faced with more doors...and more doors...all of which J.D. opened with little success. The rooms were empty and looked pretty much just like the room J.D. had woken up in. But this place doesn't look like a hospital, he was thinking as he opened the next door. Success! Another human life form was curled up under the blankets.

For a moment, all J.D. saw was dark brown hair which looked familiar and caused him to speak out loud.

"Veronica?"

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.