Who: Alice, Spence, and open
Where: The Main Hallway...and beyond!!
When: 1:15pm
Rating: R, because we like to swear dammit!
OOC: Posting order please.

Alice made her way up the stairs from the basement, nibbling on the cookie she'd stolen from Spence as if to savor it as much as she could. She kept the blade on her shoulder as she paused, wondering where Rain had gone off to. She turned to make sure Spence was still behind her, because if she had to go find him and he was in the clutches of some zombie thing, that would just be too much work. Smirking, she continued down the hall, hearing voices of some nature. Maybe it was Rain?

She put the rest of the cookie in her mouth, just to hold it as both hands went for the hilt of her blade. She must've looked ridiculous.

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: 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: 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?