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.