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Oh gosh a big spooky mansion I wonder what's inside.
If you need prompt ideas
1. Stranded. Your car broke down, or your girlfriend sped away. There's only one place around. It's a little creepy, but it's your only option.
2. Moving in. This is your new place! It's not so bad, and it was a great value for the square footage. Your new life is gonna be great!
3. Dare. It wasn't your idea, but you were dared to come in here by a friend. All you have to do is get inside, and then get out again.
4. The Expert. Exterminator, exorcist, priest, or vampire hunter, you're the guy they call to come clear out places like this.
5. Other. WHATEVER MAN.
4, sort of : )
Date: 2015-07-08 09:33 pm (UTC)Whatever. Tatsuya gives the door a couple of knocks, then shoves it open and heads inside, only flicking his lighter on when he's not near anything flammable. Even if the sun was still up outside it was pretty dark in here, what with everything being boarded up. Really lends weight to the idea that demons might be hiding out here...]
thats rude
Date: 2015-07-09 08:36 pm (UTC)As he enters, there's a smell in the room, stale, that's lingering - the kind of odor that's not fresh, but the result of it being there for so long it's soaked into the room. In fact, maybe it's even one Tatsuya is familiar with...
...and it'll become more apparent when he has a light source to work with, because the stains on the walls and the floors? Definitely blood. With the way it's dried, it seems to have been more spilled and neglected to be cleaned rather than consciously spread across the room; whatever did this is just messy (or lazy), not crazy (in the "paint-walls-with-blood" way.)]
ur rude
Date: 2015-07-09 11:09 pm (UTC)Tatsuya makes a face and mutters to himself-] Gross... [-before moving ahead. He could probably move around in the dark if he has to, but he'd rather not at the moment, wandering to the staircase with his lighter in one hand and his sword in the other. No wonder people started talking about this place once all those deaths went noticed.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 10:58 pm (UTC)A page turns by itself, and without sparing the boy a glance he speaks.]
The interruptions never cease, do they?
Boy. You've entered without permission...what do you have to say for yourself?
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Date: 2015-07-17 11:34 pm (UTC)Is that any way to treat a guest? The least you could have done is clean up the place. I can't even take off my shoes, it's so disgusting in here!
[Two can play at this game of pretending to play it cool.]
it's a mystery
Date: 2015-07-09 08:58 am (UTC)Lisa LIsa is taking the stairs. Are you ready for this?]
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Date: 2015-07-09 08:29 pm (UTC)Like any obnoxious sociopath with a god complex, Dio is all about setting the mood...in less meta terms. A moment ago, their stage was an empty one, and Lisa Lisa's approach was not hindered, yet even so the feeling of being watched was apparent. Once she's halfway up the staircase however, he seems to be just...there at the top, upper body tilted back, hands on his hips and head raised, all to give him this weird angle he can use to literally look down on her even more, while JoJo posing the hell out of his spine.
Naturally, he's heavily obscured by shadow.]
It isn't often I get visitors, least of all such pleasant [looking] company. To what do I owe the pleasure?
I put my theme on and my cat was like 'what the fuck is that shit'
Date: 2015-07-10 06:35 am (UTC)Two can play that game. Lisa Lisa stops on her step, and though Dio is literally looking down on her, Lisa Lisa manages to do it metaphorically as she takes her pose.]
You will find my company less than pleasant soon enough—Dio Brando!
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Date: 2015-07-17 11:03 pm (UTC)[He adjusts his gaze so he's staring at her rather than down at her, but rather than simply look he rolls his neck into the position instead.
Yes, this is the sack of shit who caused all that......shit.]
Speak, then. Tell me your name.
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Date: 2015-07-18 08:04 pm (UTC)Elizabeth Joestar!
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Date: 2015-07-10 08:35 am (UTC)At least Bonnie got to enjoy herself running off with Clyde, she thinks, squirreling up and down the other side of the spiked fence. How long has she been on the run for, terrified and alone by choice? Weeks? How many stolen cars and quick, unfulfilling Kisses in alleyways?
Too many on all counts.
Her little hands slither over the doorknob, and so desperate, so eager to find refuge, Paloma forgets what her nose is telling her and steals off into the mansion parlor.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 11:16 pm (UTC)......except, yeah, they do in this case. It's something other people wouldn't have noticed so soon, but there's a scent in the air, unmistakeable to something like her. Blood. The parlor was taken care of, so there are no bloodstains, but it's still noticeable...the further she goes, of course, the stronger it gets.
Hopefully she's not considering leaving though. That won't work out.]
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Date: 2015-07-17 11:31 pm (UTC)She blinks. When her eyes open, the shadows of the mansion vanish to her sight. She sees the guts of the room in perfect clarity, but someone or something has been here and recently.
Her hand will stay on the doorknob until Paloma detects the aura she's searching for. Below? Above? The next floor? The floor after the next? Nope, thinks the fledgling. I'll find somewhere else.
She twists the knob.]