Thread: House Hunting (Attn: MD and ST's only)

She looks at the house, taking in the area immediately around it. She hops off the back of the bike and walks up the driveway, looking around her. She continues up the driveway, noticing the dirty for sale sign, she looks back briefly but has gone far enough up the driveway that she cannot see JTM anymore. She realizes that the thought makes her somewhat uncomfortable, but she proceeds towards the house. She walks a full time around the house, checking to see if the windows are intact or not. Once she gets back around to the front of the house, she walks up onto the porch. She walks over and tries to peer into a couple windows, but they are dirty on the outside. She walks back to the door and tries the handle to see if its unlocked or not.

((I'll let the st's decide if the door is unlocked or not and how much trouble I am probably walking right into lol))

ST:

The door is locked, but it does not appear to be that strong. The neighborhood is quiet, the kind of place where neighbors don't seem to be too nosy, they all mind their business.

Not nice by any means, but quiet is good.

She frowns when the door is locked. Looks around her again. Thinks about whether or not she wants to force the door, chewing on her bottom lip. She shrugs, and using a little strength, pops the door open and slowly walks inside, looking around.

The interior is covered with dust, layers of it. There is some furniture still in place, covered with sheets and waiting.

The carpet looks like something picked up from a 70's porno set and has stains to indicate it might have been such.

The walls are a dingy yellow, probably white once but now stained with nicotine, but overall the interior is nice.

As you look around, you round a corner and something moves in the shadows. As you turn to look, it runs at you quickly, brushing by your legs, turning out to be just a cat.

Frowns slightly at the dust and walls. Cringes at the carpet. Walks into the closest room, jumping when the cat brushes her legs. [I]"Get it together for fucks sake, you're a Brujah."[I] She looks over the room, then turns around and walks out, going further in, towards the back of the lower floor. On guard and looking around as she goes.

Exploring the house it is filthy, but empty. Each room turns up nothing more then some dirt until you go upstairs, in a master bedroom, you find why the house has set empty for so long.

There on the floor is the tape outlines of three bodies, one of them very small. The horrible carpet is made somehow worse by the stains that seem to grow out from the outlines as if it is creeping across the floor.

She roams through the house, unphased by the dust and grim, it can be washed out. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees the outlines on the floor, staring at the smallest one. She shakes herself, and moves further into the room. Looking around at everything closely. Opening any doors in the room.

The closet is filled with clothes, covered in dust and out of style since the 1973. Another door opens into a small half bath. As you look in, you hear the laughter of a child behind you.

Freezes, then slow turns towards the laughter, looking around the room, tensing for an attack.