-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering entranceway 28 --

[hamburellakind]

[John looks a little distressed. His skin is pale and his smile isn't quite right. He kind of looks like he's seen a ghost, actually.]

Hey guys! Um. I'm gonna go ghost hunting on the third floor! Man, maybe I should see if I can get a Ghostbusters costume from a closet.

[A disembodied shriek echoes down the empty halls behind him. John's hair might actually be standing on end.]

So. Yeah! If anyone wants to come help out or anything...yup!

[Okay, so he hasn't seen a ghost yet.]

Comments

[hamburellakind]

[John stops dead.]

A million?

[learnedsomething]

[Kyle modestly tries to hide his grin.]

Yeah, it was pretty cool. We even played Guitar Hero professionally for a bit.

[hamburellakind]

I didn't even know that was an option. Sweet.

[They make it back to John's room in one piece and he leads the way in, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet.]

I kind of want to play now, actually!

[learnedsomething]

It's not nearly as great as you'd think.

[He follows John in and heads to the closet.]

We should check out who's making those noises first. What if someone's in trouble?

[hamburellakind]

Yeah. I guess. But, uh, should you really have weapons?

[learnedsomething]

[Kyle makes a noise that's a somewhere between a snort and a laugh.]

Oh, you're right. I should scare off attackers with a walkie-talkie.

[He pockets a Colt pistol and ammunition.]

[hamburellakind]

Uh. But you're ten! I might. Get in trouble or something.

[Or somebody could die.]

[learnedsomething]

Oh God. Seriously?

[He rolls his eyes.]

Would it help if I told you that my parents once found out I was playing with weapons and they didn't give a crap?

[Mostly because there was nudity to be scandalised by, but shhh.]

[hamburellakind]

Wh-- what is wrong with your parents?!

[learnedsomething]

Dude, we so don't have the several weeks it'd take to answer that question. Someone might need our help! Now are you coming or not?

[hamburellakind]

Uh-- okay! Just. Promise you won't shoot anything unless you're sure it's a monster.

[learnedsomething]

How about we negotiate what or who I can and can't shoot while we look for the source of those screams?

[hamburellakind]

Alright!

[He leads the way back up.]

You're kind of hardcore.

[learnedsomething]

[A pink tinge creeps onto Kyle's cheeks.]

Thanks.

[Should he try to bolster this pretty debatable view of his personality? Yes, he should.]

I was the tough one in my boy band.

[But that was not the way to do it.]

[hamburellakind]

Uh.

[John. Really wants to make a joke. But the kid is ten and apparently some sort of child soldier or something so maybe that'd just be mean.]

Cool.

[learnedsomething]

[Kyle nods gravely, still heading down towards the source of the screams.]

Is there anyone here who you think might take to torturing people?

oops i missed this DX sorry

[hamburellakind]

Hm...

Not anymore? There used to be this mad scientist dude who was kind of a dick. But other than him, uh. I don't think so?

No worries!

[learnedsomething]

That's good. Unless...people don't come back here, do they? I mean, after they go home?

[hamburellakind]

Sometimes. But not always.

[learnedsomething]

Ugh, that sucks major balls. But at least that jerkoff scientist shouldn't be back, right?

[He tries not to think about the fact that the mansion still has hundreds, if not thousands, of warped psychotic killers to pull in at a moment's notice.]

[hamburellakind]

Nah, I think he's been gone long enough. He probably won't come back.

[learnedsomething]

Good.

[Hearing another scream, Kyle hurries over in its direction.]

How long have the screams been going on for?

[hamburellakind]

Since I got to this floor and walked this far down...

Why?

[learnedsomething]

Just trying to piece together the situation.

[He's sure the screams were coming from around here, but now they sound fainter - as though they're coming from a lot further away.]

I think we need to go further down the corridor. You got your weird throwing power ready?

[hamburellakind]

Yep. You got your, uh, weaponry ready?