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Post by Franciska on Oct 19, 2012 21:11:54 GMT -6
Fran made her way down the hall, arms full of files to be moved and mind occupied with work-related details. As she came to it, she gave the basement door a wary glance and a wide berth, the memory of the strange events fresh in her mind. After the incident, they'd unanimously decided the basement door was better off locked, but Fran still couldn't help but feel uneasy just looking at it.
In the back of her mind she knew she'd have to venture down there again if she ever wanted to complete the research she had been so enthusiastic about before. She could put it off as long as she wanted, but there would come a day very soon when the fear would wear off and curiosity would take it's place once more.
BANG.
Fran stumbled, sending sheets of paper scattering through the air. A paralyzing chill ran through her body. A second later, another heavy thud rattled the door's hinges. Clutching the papers tighter in her arms and abandoning the ones she'd dropped, Fran scurried down the hallway. She burst into the common room, slightly out of breath but trying to cover it up to the best of her ability.
It sounded like someone was on the other side of the door, the door that hadn't been opened or even unlocked in at least a week.
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Post by Gordon on Oct 19, 2012 21:45:59 GMT -6
Gordon groaned as he sat up, waking up from a nap. He yawned as he groggily stood up and stretched after sleeping for at least an hour. He rubbed his eyes as he grabbed his vest hanging off of a chair. As he left his room, he could hear a thud coming from downstairs. It was somewhat subdued so he figured that it was a bit of a distance away. After a moment or so, another thud could be heard. Gordon's eyebrows creased as he frowned. Hurrying down the stairs he made it just in time to see Fran run down the hallway, not noticing him since he was quietly walking down. He turned to look in the direction she was running to and turned to look in the direction she was running from to see if anything was out of the ordinary. Fran looked as if she had seem something rather distressing.....
Everything seemed fine. What was she running for and what did she look so nervous for? Those thuds were questionable but they shouldn't have been too disturbing.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Loud, repeated thuds could be heard in the distance. He raised an eyebrow as he took a glance towards where Fran had run off to and promptly approached the source of the noise. Gordon hoped his intuition was wrong about the source of the noise now that he had put more thought into it. Sure enough, once he reached the basement door, he let out an audible groan. Being back in the basement was the last thing he wanted to do. The thuds had stopped for the moment but he felt that he could feel some ominous presence from behind the door.
"Well, this is going to be fucking pleasant....." A scowl on his face as he turned to approach the common room. He tried to ease his expression as he entered but to no avail.
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Post by lissapants on Oct 19, 2012 22:01:19 GMT -6
Elissa was sprawled out across the couch, a medium sized sketchbook was held tightly to her chest as she sat just on the boarder of sleep.
At first she was running, then suddenly she had tripped. The ground vanished from underneath her and she jumped awake as Fran came bursting into the room.
She sat up and looked at the book, stuck the pencil between the pages and looked to the doorway.
"Whatcha running from?"
Any thoughts of the place being haunted were long since forgotten. Maybe there was a small chance she had set something on fire and forgotten about it and she was going to get scolded.
Instead she leaned over the back of the couch, toward the medic, waiting for an answer.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 21, 2012 20:50:16 GMT -6
"I...uh..." Fran glanced side to side, suddenly very aware of how silly she must look standing there out of breath. Inhaling deeply to calm herself, she began again. "It is nothing really. It...sounded like something was banging on the basement door and I...well I was startled so I ran in here." She rubbed the back of her head with her free hand, smiling sheepishly. She knew, of course, that at this point, brushing off supernatural occurrences was a dangerous thing to do. She had experienced many of these things first hand so she had no doubt in her mind that something was up.
What if the door hadn't been locked before and now someone was actually trapped down there? They'd be stuck in there all night just because she was too frightened to open the door. Fran was still to frightened to open the door. She dumped the folders on the coffee table and took a seat next to Elissa.
"God I hope there are not any real ghosts here. I do not think I can handle that kind of stress."
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Post by Gordon on Oct 21, 2012 21:14:57 GMT -6
Gordon sighed as he scratched the back of his head. "Ghosts or not I don't know if we can let these things continue to happen like this. Nor can we ignore whatever the hell those bangs were." He murmured with a low voice. With what had happened last time, there was really no knowing of what could happen if they went back down there. Gordon gulped as he thought about going back down there trying not to show visible discomfort. But everything about that basement was disturbing to practically all of them. The recent activity did nothing to ease their apprehension.
"What do you want to do about it then?" He turned to ask the two of them, turning to Elissa and then turning to Fran. "Do you want to go back down there to investigate?" His expression remained harsh as much as he didn't want it to be. "Personally, I don't care about whatever we do. But the one thing I do know is that these are getting progressively worse. If we ignore it who knows what could happen?"
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Post by Franciska on Oct 22, 2012 8:36:10 GMT -6
Go back down in the basement. Fran's stomach twisted into knots at the very suggestion. There was little doubt that returning would invite even worse thing upon them.
Damn it all, there it was again. That insatiable, burning curiosity. Fear and curiosity tangled and tore at her until she felt like she was being ripped in half.
"Maybe if we had a bigger group, I would consider it. But as it is now..." She looked between the sniper and pyro. They were competent and capable people yes, but not nearly enough for the safety in numbers she was hoping for. "I suppose after what happened before I'm really concerned about safety. I mean, if any of us are going to catch fire again," Fran shot a quick glance at Elissa. "Not that I think we would but...If something supernatural is angry with us, I would prefer not to make it any worse if at all possible."
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 22, 2012 17:37:40 GMT -6
By the time Zacharie had made it back to base his headache had intensified greatly. Simple sounds like opening the door and his footsteps on the wooden floor were much louder than they were supposed to be. It was nearly night now and the lights that were on in the commons were way, way too bright for him. All the while his right arm and hand were hurting just as bad, he hoped that he didn’t end up with a hairline fracture. He gently touched his right eyelid, it was definitely swollen already, probably visibly bruised. The spy wasn't exactly too eager to look at himself in a mirror yet.
As he turned back around from closing the door he was confronted with not one, but three of his team mates in the common room. Damn it. But as he looked at them through one good eye, he saw that everyone had a certain look about them. Something was seriously wrong, but it was difficult to tell at first glance.
“Hm.” He said with a quiet tone of voice. “Is there something going on?”
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Post by lissapants on Oct 22, 2012 19:00:09 GMT -6
Elissa made faces at Fran at the mentionings of teammates getting set on fire, boy what did she miss out on? Oh, back to that ghost talk, that's right.
She squished herself as far away from the others as she could and opened her mouth to speak when Fran had brought up the idea of messing around with ghosts. Although it would be pretty cool, maybe there was a such thing as ghosts, and maybe she could see one and it would be great! Or probably downright terrifying, although the being set on fire didn't bother her nearly as much as it did her other teammates.
It'd probably be best just to stay silent.
She turned her head as Zacharie walked in. Looks like someone had a rough day.
She looked toward the other two and shrugged, "Ghosts." That's it, no more words from the awkward Pyro, instead she busied herself with a few loose threads hanging from the couch cushions.
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Post by Gordon on Oct 22, 2012 20:07:49 GMT -6
Gordon turned as he noticed Zacharie walking in. His eyes wandered to his swollen and bruised eye and his eyebrow rose but left that aside for the moment. He let out an audible sigh as he crossed his arms and began.
"What Elissa said." Gordon explained. "Somewhat. We heard banging coming from the basement door and we were thinking about what we ought to do about it. It may be safer to go down there with more people but that's supposing we actually go down there."
"Really, I don't know how to react to all of this. I always have a terrible feeling in my gut that if this is not resolved in some way, there may be tragic consequences. Just a gut feeling don't worry about it." He frowned as his expression darkened. "But, I'm concerned about safety as well regardless of how many people we have."
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Post by Franciska on Oct 22, 2012 20:18:51 GMT -6
If there was one thing that could take her mind off the basement, it was Zacharie walking in the room with a bruised and swollen face. "Oj herre Gud what happened to your face?" She stared in disbelief as he shuffled into the room. He was obviously hoping to sneak through here without being seen; he tried to cover his surprise with concern for them. She noticed the way he held his right arm and guessed that was probably causing him a bit of pain as well. But his face...he just looked so battered and defeated. It was...almost too good to be true. It truly felt like Christmas had come early.
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, despite her efforts to hide it. "Did you get hit by a truck, by any chance?" Fran was quickly losing the battle to keep her voice level as well; she teetered dangerously close to losing it all together and breaking into a fit of laughter. No, hold it in. There will be plenty of time for that later.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 22, 2012 20:44:19 GMT -6
Oh, great, ghosts. As if he could have come back to a better situation. What was this about banging noises? Hadn’t that door been locked for at least a week now? This really was starting to become out of hand. Zacharie made his best attempts to ignore Fran’s expression as he listened to Gordon. “I see. Well.” As much as he wanted to add to the subject, which was certainly a pressing matter, he finally had no choice but to answer the medic.
“I had a small scuffle with one of the BLUs, but that doesn’t matter right now.” He was making a valiant attempt at dismissing her, but it wasn’t likely to work. The spy awkwardly adjusted his right arm to rest comfortably by his side, but it was very obvious that he was hurt. “This ghost nonsense is getting ridiculous, you’re planning on going down there then?”
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Post by Gordon on Oct 23, 2012 20:41:38 GMT -6
"Well, I think that's up to a consensus about going back down there." Gordon said as he leaned against the wall and turned away to look back at where the basement was. "Hm. I don't particularly care about what we do. But at the very least, I don't have a good feeling. Fairly certain that's the way it is with all of you. Sure, four people doesn't seem to be enough. Absolutely nothing is safe now. At this point I swear I can feel a presence wandering the hallways at night. I may just be paranoid as hell but I agree with Zacharie." He frowned as he had a visible expression of irritation towards the matter.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 23, 2012 21:07:48 GMT -6
Much as she would have loved to dwell on the subject of Zacharie's face, the matter of the paranormal entity in the basement was ever so slightly more pressing. No matter. She wasn't about to let him off that easy anyway. Fran fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Yes, well...I agree that this is a serious matter. It's just..." How to say you don't want to go back in the basement without sounding like a coward? She sighed. There really was no way.
"I do not want to go back down there. You know, things have been going rather well with us just ignoring it. Maybe if we continue, the activity will just die down on its own?" Fran said, punctuating the suggestion with a shrug and a nervous chuckle.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 23, 2012 21:20:25 GMT -6
“No.” Zacharie said calmly, trying his best to ignore his pounding headache. “I don’t think ignoring it will help. We’ve been ignoring it for the past week. And then this?” The spy stopped speaking for a second, he held up a gloved index finger and sure enough…
WHAM WHAM WHAM.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise at the perfect timing his pause seemed to have.
“I rest my case.” He said with a hint of his usual confidence, walking over towards the couch. “I am for going down there, this time no messing about with toys.” Zacharie gave Fran a particular glance at that suggestion. “I say we take this a bit more head on, yet cautiously. With a concrete plan at hand.” He brought up his left hand and pressed on his temple a bit and grimaced. He really wasn’t up to snuff with making plans with such a roaring headache. There really was no choice at this point.
“An ice pack and possibly heavy amounts of pain pills first.” He grumbled, not attempting to make eye contact with anyone in particular. “Please.”
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Post by Gordon on Oct 23, 2012 21:44:04 GMT -6
"Right. Whatever happened to you looks unsightly." Gordon sighed. "I don't want to know. But anyway. Fran? Do you mind getting the ice and the pain pills from your office?" He asked.
"You're right about having a concrete plan and taking a more direct approach carefully. Perhaps-"
WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM
"What the fucking hell is going on now....." He murmured under his breath as he let his arms fall to his sides and he walked away. Gordon stepped out of the commons rooms for a moment to see what was going on, to see if anything had happened. The knocks were getting increasingly louder but they were inconsistent. He approached the door and was tempted to give it a good kick but that would have been a foolish thing to do. He waited for a second for any knocks.
Nothing.
He shook his head and let out a small breath before he went back to the commons room with a frown on his face.
"Sorry 'bout that I just wanted to see. It's really not getting any better and it definitely doesn't seem that it will die down. Believe me I don't really want to go down there either without preparation but we can't ignore THAT."
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