PLEASE NOTE that this was written for fun in the spirit of Halloween and all characters" actions and connections in this special have absolutely NOTHING to do with their actual storylines. All characters were made human to support fairness in the play. There is graphic violence, strong language, and sexual content, so if that offends you, please stop here! Again, this was written for fun and should not at all be taken seriously! Please enjoy!]

Starring:



With Special Guest appearances by:

Todd.] (NPCs)

Profile References: Zver-Keirra-Hex-Martyr-Craig-Emlen-Sawyer-Speck-Dorian-Aviana-Mordekai-Beck-Gabe-Freya

Hotel layout!

The entire building is surrounded by a rusty iron fence, with a short path leading up to the front doors. Inside there is a dusty, unfurnished main room. The only things that stand out are a set of stairs that lead up to the rooms, and the front counter. The stairs are to the right, while to the left there are old restrooms. A door behind the counter leads into the ballroom, and more left of that, there is a path to the kitchen.

There are two other entryways, one on the right side of the building, and one in the back. The side door leads into the kitchen, once used to make deliveries a bit more discrete and convenient. The back door leads into what appears to be a massive ballroom where a second set of stairs can be found along with several doors some that appear unable to open.

Upstairs, there is what seems to be an endless hall of doors. One after another, after another. Each room is numbered, some of them look as if they were left in a hurry, while others look as if they weren't touched at all.

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It was said that the hotel was haunted, that when the old asylum had burned, they should have let it burn to the ground. The place was thought to be a breeding ground for evil long before it welcomed twisted lovers, and morbid partiers. It had been long since abandoned after rumors of disappearances and lost significant (or insignificant) others never heard from again. Some survivors never spoke again. Others reported that the last thing they saw was the blood of their lovers bubbling from their eyes, ears, and mouth. Nobody dare stay there after, and even after years past, most were not stupid enough to so much as step foot on the property. An asylum, turned hotel, turned icon of evil. The doors remained unlocked—if only because it was left in a hurry.

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It was Halloween, and somebody had come up with the brilliant idea to spend the night inside the hotel. It would be kickass! They said. Let's see if the rumors are true! They said! ...actually, come to think about it...it might have been her. She was known to come up with ridiculous ideas when she was drunk—and she was almost always drunk. The raven-haired klepto worked the door handle with her heeled boot, pulling the door open. "Hey, bitches! I got booze!" she cried out into the seemingly empty hotel. Her trembling arms were full with a cooler, icing various bottles just begging to give some poor helpless soul alcohol poisoning. The cooler met the floor just inside the doors, and she grunted. Wasn't carrying it any further than that....She stood to her full height, which might've been impressive if it weren't for the fact that she was short as shit without the heels. Keirra wore a lacy piece of black and red lingerie, with cat ears and a cat tail. Slutty cat anyone" "...Hello"...Is anyone here...?" A noise was heard behind the counter, and her brow furrowed. "...hello?" The silence that followed was almost crippling, as she slid across the floor to the noise. Idiot....The only sound made were her heels clicking against the old dusty tile. "...Zver...I swear...If you jump out and scare me, I'm going to shove my boot so far up your ass you'll be crapping blood for a month..." She moved up to the counter as slowly as ever. "This isn't funny..."



Even if the idea hadn't been his, he'd probably been the first one to agree with it. When it was suggested -by the drunk ex no less- he'd leapt at the idea. Spend the night in the legendary Asylum Hotel" You bet your ass the equally drunk Russian had -perhaps a bit overboard- jump up with a fuck yeah! Let's do it! then promptly pile drived the person next to him. Which may or may not have been an overly sized guy that pounded him into the ground afterwards.

Not only being the first to agree to being in the center of such an evil place, he'd also been the first to show up. If anything....to be the asshole that he was. He'd needed time to set up, after all. He heard Keirra show up, then called out. That's when he got into position. Slow and steady wins the race, they say. He crept along the shadows of the wall, wearing a Halloween costume he'd probably gotten on Ebay. Ebay...it was a problem for him.

Dressed in a long black robe with the hood pulled up over a realistic looking pigs mask, he watched her through the hazy eye holes of the mask as she went to the counter. He hadn't heard the noise she had, but he crept up behind her. Her heels on the floor muffled the sounds of his own light steps as he came right up on her. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips, tugging her back against him as he deepened his voice and hid his Russian accent easily. "Can the pretty lady squeal?" He never listened to her threats, ever. Straight up ignored them.



It was as if Keirra's personality shattered like a mirror. There was the one part of her, that thought she might actually have a heart attack, there was another that was worried she pissed herself....She screamed out and wiggled to turn around, ready to bury her heel into his foot. She knew those hands, better than she'd like to admit—and this was where the awkwardness of mixed emotions came into play. Her heart was going a mile a minute. She was angry at him for scaring her. And though she missed the way his hands felt on her hips and even some part of her wanted them to stay, she was absolutely pissed that he was so bold as to touch her.

"Oh god damn it!" Keirra cried out angrily and spun in an attempt to slam her heel into his foot, and punch him in the chest at the same time. "I fucking hate you so goddamn much!"



After that little question sprang out, he'd even gone the lengths of letting out an authentic pig squeal close to her ear. With his hands on her hips, it wasn't hard to feel the jolt of surprise and fear in her, and had to force himself not to laugh right then and there. For the both of them, it wasn't easy. Just as she knew his hands, he knew each and every curve of her body. So nearly pressed to her back as he was, let's just assume he was thinking of nuns and kittens to keep himself in check. He wouldn't give her that leverage over him later. Sure, she was probably pissed that he was touching her, but he didn't care.

When she finally cried out, that's when the flood gates of cackling laughter spilled out and she already knew it was him, so what was the use of hiding it' He let go of her hips and lifted his hands as if he was about to take off the pig mask, laughing the whole way....up until he got nailed in the foot with one of her damn heels and he let out a howl. The howl was silenced by the punch to the chest that got a gush of breath to come out of him and cough a bit as he stumble hobbled backwards. "Fucking bitch." He growled, shaking out his foot that he'd probably be limped on for a little while. "You and your damn heels!" He barked, finally yanking off the mask and tossing it at her with a snicker. His tune changed quickly, sneering slightly at her as he held out his arms in his awkward foot-injury stance. "It's Halloween! Don't be such a pussy." Then just to be an asshole, gave her a smirk. "No you don't~"



It was absolutely baffling—one of the world's unsolved mysteries—how she could hate the sound of his laughter, and love it in the same breath. Mostly what she felt when she looked at him was bitterness. The kind that made her want to break out a guitar and write angry songs about him. Where was Craig when you needed him' Her own, anger-twisted features began morphing into amusement as he hobbled along like an angry pirate. Should've poked him in the eye...."I'm not a pussy, I just still have nightmares from the last time I let you touch me...There's Halloween, and then there's just plan torture.." Keirra spat her lies, and rolled her eyes. "No, I do. I definitely hate you..." she muttered. There was a huge part of her that was thankful he was there. It made her feel safe. Her mind had to redeem that as quickly as possible, though. It'll be nice to have someone to trip and sacrifice if this place actually is haunted... Keirra moved away from him, straight to the cooler and opened it up. She'd drank a lot more since the breakup.

He made a face at Keirra's comment about catching the walking STD. "Man, your standards got low since me." As if he was such a catch....please. He rolled his eyes and pretended that he hadn't noticed her backside when she bent over to get Sawyer a drink. "Slut," covered by a cough that wasn't convincing as he patted his chest. "Phew, wrong pipe." Indicating his cigarette before he took another drag with a smirk that showed he was lying through his teeth. The flirting between the two made him sick to his stomach, but he didn't let it show. Luckily, his own saviors showed up....though he wasn't sure which was better. "Well if it isn't Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum." Bowing his head as he flashed the two a wicked grin. "Still better than you faggots." A two fingered salute shot to Keirra and Sawyer before he walked toward the duo who just arrived. His arms spread out as he beamed them a smile. "Ladies~ nice costumes." He was an ass, but they were twins. You do the math.

"Hook, line and sinker, Kitty." That lopsided smile rose again to her chiming words. A glance to Zver, "her standards were low when she got with you, bro. She's improved since." A flash of a grin that wasn't nice either to Zver considering she hit on him not a moment before. Regardless of her reasons, if she actually hit on him or if she was doing it to piss off Zver. It was a win/win to Sawyer. Distracted by her bending over, he whistled under his breath at the wiggle and leaned back to get a good view. "Me-ow..." Taking the bottle offered, he twisted off the cap and took a good swig of it, pausing to smirk around the mouth of the bottle at her comment. "True that." He glanced around, lowering the bottle and seemed to completely ignore Zver's departure before turning his head to catch a glimpse of the twins. He raised the bottle, flashed a smile and looked at Ko. With Zver now gone, he was back to playing nice. Lifting his chin to her. "How you been, Ko?" Though to keep up appearances, since she was off the cooler, he made quick work of slipping around her and plopped down, opening his arms to say lap's free if you wanna sit!

"It's cute that he thinks I had standards at all when I got with him," she said, and bit her lip. "And....I've definitely improved," nodding her head at that before tilting back her own bottle. She took a long swig and watched Zver go off to talk to the twins. She didn't believe he had a snowman's chance in hell, but that didn't stop her from feeling that pang of hurt and jealousy....Ko took a deep breath and collected herself, thankfully Sawyer was sitting down and opening his arms. She smiled. How could she not. Her nearly weightless body sank into his lap. She wasn't overly skinny, but was a small package in general. "You know how it is," she answered, eyes flickering to Zver and having to pry them back to Sawyer. "Little of this, little of that...Making trouble...You?"

Speck's head turned to Zver as he approached, and she leaned to paw at his face. It was only after feeling his curly hair that she confirmed what she already suspected. "Zver," she said, her smile nearly touching the edges of the blindfold. "Thank you, our brother put them together...I looked in the mirror to make sure it was perfect, and I couldn't see anything wrong with it." Laughing at her own joke like the pretty little spaz she was.

Martyr smiled a bit at Speck's blind jokes, but even to the saint herself, it got a bit old. She blushed a bit at Zver's approach, not because she thought he was cute, but because she was all and all, socially awkward. She got dragged around to stuff like this to keep an eye on her sisters, and because her brother seemed to know everyone. "H-hello..." whispered Martyr, her voice a barely audible squeak.



A light shake of his head as he clicked his tongue. "Definitely lost your touch with that one, chicky." He smirked, talking about her getting with Zver to begin with. He was a relatively smart guy, and could still see she wasn't over the jewfro but that didn't mean he wouldn't take advantage to fuck with him. Not like he was really losing in the instance. Ko was a pretty girl, and he liked her attitude. Emeralds glanced to Zver, snickering under his breath and clearly thinking the same as her. Even the blind one won't go for you, bro. Hang up the towel. Attention pulled back to the cat as she settled in his lap and his arms lowered to hang loosely on her lap and behind her. "Same, same, and always." He gave her a look. He was always getting into trouble. "To making trouble," a crooked smile surfaced as he raised the vodka in toast, a wink coming soon after. Would he tap his bro's ex" Definitely. "Dig the costume, by the way. You are rather catty." Tilting his head and making a face.

Squeezing his eyes shut as Speck's hands were all up in his face, he cackled. "Hey to you too....Liiiiiittle lower. Lower....Still lower." But she was going up not down. Pervert. "You got it." When she named him and peeked over at the shy one. "We need to get booze in you. Loosen you up a bit." Wicked smiles will be wicked. "Oh yeah?" About her brother putting them together. Pointing to each in turn, he was well versed in his movie and show references. "Leela and..." Scanning over Martyr. "Amy?" Opening the other eye when Speck was done feelin' up his face. He forced out a cackle at the lame joke, probably louder than it needed to be.

The lumbering giant was the next to show up, and for the festivities. Who else would the Greaser dress as" Danny Zuko, of course. He hardly had to change his attire at all, just roll up the sleeves to the plain black t-shirt he was wearing, roll the cuffs to his jeans a bit, he already had the boots and instead of slicking back that black hair, he styled it into a bit of a pomp in the front. Just the right length of hair to do so, too. Keirra wasn't the only one to bring booze, he had another cooler propped on his shoulder and was carrying it without much hitch. Coming up behind Martyr and Speck in the doorway. "Laaadies. 'Scuse me." A dimpled grin to them both as he pulled up to a stop behind the door blockers. "Precious cargo coming through." Then to Zver, "Bitch."

Not seeming to be fazed by the Rizzo comment, he worked it. He lifted his hands and patted at the curls with a grin. "I do like pink," he noted, only to look like Hex was the best thing in the world when the bottle was shoved into his hands. Grasping it like it was the holy grail, he looked at Hex like he might just try to kiss him. Rethinking it, suddenly, he instead decided to give the bottle of whatever it was -he didn't look, he didn't care, it was booze- some mouth action instead. The cap was off in seconds and he was swigging from it. "Oh baby, you treat me so good." With a dreamy expression before he started to follow after Mar and Speck on their trek for booze. Pausing only at the sight of Ko taking Sawyer up the stairs, that expression turned hard as he gritted his teeth. Talk about wiping a smirk off someone's face, he averted his gaze quickly and went back to the bottle, no longer sipping at it as he started to nearly chug the thing. Booze shut him up, but apparently so did the sight of his ex leading one of his friends -even if they hated each other- up the stairs. "Fucking slut." He growled under his breath.

Shaking his head at the two as he barked a laugh when the two went off up the stairs, he looked over his shoulder at Martyr and Speck, namely Martyr since she was talking to him. A glance was shot at Zver's shift in mood and the chugging of liquor before he sighed. You fucked up, dude. Deal with it. Turning his attention back to Martyr, the dimpled smile returned. "Let's see here." He looked her over, not in any means sexual but as if he was assessing her before his lips pursed and he nodded. "I've got something you might like." She didn't look like the type to like the hard stuff, and the way Zver was eyeing her, he wasn't going to let her just get flat out wasted too quick. "You like sweet stuff?" He dug into the cooler and retrieved a couple Smirnoffs. "These are kind of fizzy but they're sweet." Holding out two bottles of strawberry bitch beer out to the girls. And no, Martyr. Five shots in an hour is still five fucking shots in an hour!

Keirra didn't even bother to look back at Zver. She wanted to hurt him, but that didn't mean she wanted to look at the pain on his face. But yeah, she wanted to make him feel exactly the way he made her feel. Like garbage. She glanced at Sawyer and smirked lightly, "Room 69?" she joked, before moving to disappear into the hallway in which the stairs led.

Martyr looked down at the fizzy strawberry drink and lit up. It didn't look scary compared to half of what was in that cooler. She took both bottles, tucking one beneath her arm and seeking out Speck's hand to place the bottle directly into it. "Thank y-you," the more timid twin said softly, before she uncapped her bottle and began sipping it. "It's v-very g-good," she said. "W-where is Em' I f-feel like he should b-be here b-by now..." The overly worried girl mumbled.

"Thanks," to both Martyr and Hex before she uncapped her own bottle and took a few gulps. It was clear just by the way she drank it, that it wasn't her first drink. "...that's not very nice," to Zver as he growled those words. Her hearing was a little too good. Then she looked toward Martyr's worried voice and she shook her head. "You know Em, he takes longer to get ready than we do," she mumbled.



Sawyer saw the pained look on Zver's face and it only made him smile wider before he looked back to Ko, or more her ass since she was a couple steps higher than him. His laugh rang out at her question and he winked, closing the distance behind her once they were free from threat of tripping on the stairs so he could. "Only if the room number holds that promise," a bounce of brows before they disappeared down the hallway.

He fished himself out a beer and stood straight, letting the lid to the cooler fall shut. The cap was removed with his palm as he lifted his bottle to Martyr. "Cheers," to her gratitude, he took a swig of the beer before pausing at her question. Keeping it cool and playing indifferent. "So your brother's coming huh?" Ignore that twitch of a smirk hidden behind the mouth of the bottle when he took another swig. Nodding slowly as he forced the smirk away. "Cool beans." ...Did I just fucking say cool beans" What the fuck, dude.

Distracted with the liquor that he was chugging, he paused and gave Hex a strange look. "Ga-yyyyyy!" He chimed, looking at Speck when she said it wasn't nice. Even if she couldn't see, there was a bit of a sneer there. "Sometimes the truth isn't all the nice." Snickering, he looked down at his hand since he'd forgotten what he'd done with his cigarette. Gritting his teeth as he ticked his eyes to the stairs, he took another angry swallow of liquor before diving into his pocket for his Carnivals again. Grumbling, "I'm going to go get some air." And then he was heading to the door.

Speck frowned, "He's supposed to be, but he spends way too much time on his hair..." she never physically saw him doing it, of course, but his excuse for being late almost always involved his hair. Stupid too tan Emlen! Nah, she loved her brother, he was just the right amount of protective. She took several heavy pulls from her bottle before turning her head in Zver's direction. She frowned a bit when he said he was leaving, because she wasn't sure why he thought she was a slut, or what she'd done to offend him. She shrugged after a moment.

Martyr took yet another sip and watched Hex, she closed her eyes warmly and her nose twitched as if she were trying to hold back a sneeze. "He w-w-will be here," she corrected Speck and assured Hex, not that she had any clue about anything. She beamed a smile and moved to sit on the cooler where Sawyer had. "So w-what exactly are w-we here f-for" I've h-heard some b-bad things about th-this old p-place..."

A prompt middle finger was shot at the Russian, but he was too busy shutting himself up with booze this time to respond. He knew why Zver was leaving, but he didn't comment on it. A glance to the stairs and it was fleeting as he returned it to the girls. Speck's comment had him tilted his head and shrugging. Emlen always had immaculate hair, he'd give him that. Run his fingers throu-.....No, dude. Stop. Clearing his throat, he flashed an awkward smile at Martyr who smiled at him. If not a bit delayed as she sat down on the cooler and he thanks some form of God for the distracting questions. "Oh, uh." Sitting down on the cooler he'd brought. He shrugged a bit. "It's supposed to be a Halloween party....haunted....thing?" He questioned, furrowing his brows. He didn't really know, he'd just been texted to show up at the hotel for a party. And that's all that he'd really needed to do so. "Looks like we're here early though." Another sip of his beer as he glanced around, it was only the three of them in the front entrance. He rolled his eyes lightly at her claim of what had happened in this place. "Like everything else, it's just a story, Martyr. Kind of like the boogeyman and the monsters under the bed. Just a scary story to keep the kids from coming in here and getting hurt. Law suits are a bitch," he snickered. Seems he didn't believe in ghost stories.

Craig was....well, Craig was standing at the gates with his face smooshed between the bars and staring doe-eyed at the building. Why am I here" Why did I agree to come" What's wrong with me?" What's wrong with THEM"! He whined, gripping the bars of the front gate until his knuckles were white, contemplating just bolting and saying he'd eaten too much candy and he was throwing up all night. That would fly, right' No, no. He had this. ....

No he didn't....He just sat there and stared, frozen in place in his Charlie Chaplin costume and a guitar strapped to his back. He saw Zver come out, his eyes shot wide and became saucers before he ducked down and out of sight. That's the last person he wanted to have see him standing there like a chicken. "He's going to punch me in the nipple againnnnn," he whined under his breath.

Collecting the offered out bottles, Martyr passed one to Speck who had already finished her first. Martyr had about half a bottle left, and she began to drink it down, gulp after gulp to catch up. "Mgh..." A weak little noise said that it upset her belly by the time she was finished, but either way she'd caught up! She needed the courage! "Thank y-you," she mumbled softly. Fingers gripped the neck of the second bottle and she watched him, "I d-d-didn't think you ever g-got nervous..." she mumbled and smiled sweetly.

Freya shrugged lightly and began to head inside when he told her he was fine, but then he was hiding behind her like a puss. She froze for a moment, scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, come on then..." That gaze settled on Zver for a moment and she shot him a bit of a glare. If there was a single thing in this world she hated, it was a bully. She turned toward Craig and attempted to grab his arm, in a gentle, but assertive way. "Come on....He won't do shit, and if he does, I have mace with his name on it.."

"Don't mention it," to her gratitude as he took a swig of his beer, raising a brow as she chugged hers down. He had a feeling she didn't drunk much -if at all- and was prossibly regretting chugging that carbonated alcohol. He'd been steadily swigging from his own, and after a burp sounded out into the room, he was down with his. Creating a pile for empties between the cooler, he made another motion to get out a second beer for himself. Liquid courage! Glancing to Mar as he slowly sat down, he shrugged a bit and barked a light laugh. "It's easy to hide behind a football helmet and take out nervousness on other players. Nothing like taking some anxiety out on a good tackle and touchdown." Lifting his beer after he twisted the cap off it. "Everyone gets nervous eventually, Martyr. It just all depends on what makes you tick." Siiiiiiip! Totally wasn't her brother for the big guy.

Tucked behind her shoulder, keeping his eyes on Zver who was now leaning on one of the pillars in front of the entrance with one leg bent to rest his foot on it. Smoking a cigarette as usual and kept his attention directly on the two of them. "Ehhhhh okay." As his arm was grabbed, and her reassuring words hit him, he nodded. Feeling a little bit more confident, and wasn't ashamed that the woman was aiding him on getting inside. At least that's what he told himself. Maybe it was the cop uniform' And the mental image of Zver getting maced....that had him smiling a little bit. Bobbing his head and fixing his mini-stache with two fingers, he let Freya lead him forward. Keeping his head held high....yet was still walking on the side away from the Russian and just a little bit behind Freya's shoulder.

Smoothing out her wig and dipping her fingers beneath it to scratch at her scalp, she grunted lightly. "I think everyone is scared of something," Speck commented. "I'm scared of the dark," she said, snickering and then bursting out into laughter. Was....Was Speck just being silent until she found a good opportunity for a blind joke" ...Probably.

Coming up behind the two walking in, Emlen didn't stay silent because he didn't want to scare them. Instead, he made idle chatter with his teammates, dressed as a sexy gladiator. He even oiled up his chest a bit to give it that sweaty effect. Did he have to show that much skin" No. Probably not, but what fun was there if he didn't' "No way, dude. Cassie is the hottest cheerleader..." he commented. Not that he cared too much about cheerleaders, but....Appearances.

"I don't know, man..." commented a darker skinned teammate. "I'd like to one of your sisters up there shaking that thang," he teased and snickered, though it faded when Emlen's heavy fist smacked against his shoulder. "Ow! I was joking! Damn!" Sean yelled and rubbed his arm. He had a yellow sweater tied around his shoulders, a towel around his waist, and save for his boxers, wore no other clothing. In his hand, a bottle of old spice body wash.

Freya looked back at the three guys for a moment, keeping that protective hold on the scaredy cat. She turned back to look at Zver, and then moved to go ahead and walk right inside without giving him so much as another glance. Damn did she want to mace him so bad. Not for fucking with Craig, but because he had messed with her best friend's head.

Shamefully....it took him a minute to get her joke, but he let out an uncharacteristic snorting laugh at it. He wasn't as well versed with Speck's jokes as Martyr was, so he hadn't reached the they've gotten old point yet. He opened his mouth to say something, but claimed it down before making use of his mouth with taking a swig of beer. He didn't say what he was afraid of.

Who did Todd show up as" Well, he was wearing a giant peanut with a top hat, a monocle and a cane. Who asked the peanut gallery' It didn't matter, he was going to tell you anyways. "Tiffany's the hottest." She was geeky, awkward and cost quite a few of the cheerleaders their routines with her clumsiness but it was clear that her parents had threatened the school to sue if they didn't let her on the team. The few times he'd managed to talk to her on his waterboy duties, she didn't want to be a cheerleader but her parents had insisted she got involved with something other than the Chess Club. "I'd like to crack her walnut, if ya know what I mean." A wide mouthed grin as his brows lifted and his eyes widened, he grabbed both sides of the cane and rocked it back and forth to indicate his joke. Even if it made little sense.

Even if Emlen hadn't planned on scaring them, the puss in shiny shoes still jumped at the voices. Maybe out of paranoia because he'd been keeping such intent attention to Zver and where he was. He was thankful for Freya's bravery, and secretly hoped the bully would make a move so he could see the guy get maced. He didn't know about the whole business with Ko and Zver other than the rumors around about their split....and the scandalous ways of Ko since it ended. Most of the time he just plugged his ears with his fingers and sang a stupid song to drown it out. Nope, not his business! He trailed along with Freya, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the Russian didn't follow them or make a move from behind. Seemed he was safe for now as they went inside.

Still leaning against his post, a mean glare was shot to Freya as he disregarded Craig at the moment. As Ko's best friend, he knew what she thought of him and he even made a point to change his tune and give her a wink and an air kiss as she got closer. "Lookin' sexy in a uniform, Frey." Though distracted with the approach of more of the football team, he upnodded to the rest. "Adonis, Ebony, Ivory." In turn to the guys with a smirk before it was smothered by an inhale of his cigarette.

Freya looked back at Zver and growled beneath her breath. She wanted to mace his face and kick his nuts, but instead, she scoffed lightly. "Go fuck yourself, Zver," she muttered before abandoning Craig's arm and opening up the door to allow Craig to go inside. She lingered for a moment, "Since I'm sure as shit you can't get anybody else to these days," she said with a snicker. She'd move to follow Craig inside, and if the puss was waiting for her, she'd grab his arm and jerk him inside with annoyance and an eyeroll to go with it. "Where's Ko?" after a brief search of the room with her eyes.

On his third beer as it was, he glanced at the shy as ever Martyr and shook his head. Stage whispering to her, "it's cool, girl. Chill." Before standing to his own feet and fought a dimpled grin at the compliment given to him, at least until the last word came out and he cleared his throat. A super manly and not nervous at all -yeah, right- upnod to Em, "you too....bro." Lifting his beer, "you guys going hard or soft tonight?" Only to quickly remedy his words, "booze, I mean. Booze." Fucking idiot. He shot Frey a what can you do sort of look before turning his attention back to his teammates.

"I told you, this thing has a mind of it's own!" He laughed, going for a shrug but his cane was still in his hand and swung around....just to promptly poke Craig in the ear...

Who yelped like a little bitch because he was paranoid it was Zver and scurried to the mom of the party in a hasty manner, taking a minute to struggle with his guitar before finally taking it off and setting it against the wall. He took a seat on the stairs beside her to keep her company, because he was a gentleman...and totally not sticking by her side so the big bad wolf wouldn't get him.

"Sorry, man! Wrong hole!" He made an eek face to his fellas and took a lean to Sean, "wouldn't be the first time, amIright?" A couple elbow jabs to his buddy before he weaseled his chubby ass around the fellas and turned a jolly shade of red at the sound of Speck's voice. "Heyyyy there, pretty lady." Swinging his cane in a circle as he strut over to her....except the cane slipped from his butterfingers and flung across the room. "....Meant to do that." Putting his hands on his peanut hips and kept struttin' it.

With the massive peanut out of the way, he managed his slink his way into the room easily with his half finished bottle. He'd gritted his teeth against the mention of Ko being upstairs with Sawyer and decided to say fuck it and get smashed tonight. "Go hard or go home." He snickered, taking a swig of the vodka before he looked around, squinting. "His sister's are hot," spoken bluntly in front of all of them, with a wink to Martyr before pointing to Em. "But you invited your smokin' BFF, right?" An eyebrow wiggle there for indication of what he was thinking after he made a mocking head turn and girlish voice when saying BFF.

Craig came and sat beside her, and the girl looked him over with a scoff. "You seriously need to grow a spine.." she muttered, and ran her fingers through the stray hairs once more. She felt...itchy. Just knowing that Keirra was up there with Sawyer. It was Zver's fault, and she wanted to throttle him. Fingers gripped her knees. Soon. She'd get her shot at him soon enough, but for now" For now it was a party.

Speck heard that voice, and then tested the air with that never failing nose. Was it weird that she knew what he smelled like" Who cared" He was nice to her. He didn't act weird about the blindness. He never failed to laugh at one of her jokes, and well...He smelled like hot dogs. Who the hell didn't like hot dogs" "Hey, Todd.." her smile grew a little bit bright. "I like your costume," she told him with a smirk.

Emlen gave Zver a look that said if he touched one of his sisters, he'd have two broken legs. Then he talked about Emlen's BFF, and he furrowed a brow. "Beck?" he asked. Things with Beck were....Weird. She'd told Emlen she loved him about a month ago, and they were only just now getting to the point where they could talk again. "Yeah, Beck'll be around." Hopefully she'd gotten over the whole I love you incident by now. The entire thing made him want to shiver, and not in the way that Hex made him want to. He glanced over at Hex and god damn it if he didn't have the cutest smile in the damn world. He had to look away, but smiled in turn, "I'm going hard tonight, what?cha got for me?" nodding to the cooler of course. Not other hard things. Hopefully hard things. Wait, no. Damn it!

A dramatic smile was shot to Frey as he leaned toward her like yeahhhh yeahhh you smile, c'mon, do it. It's good for you! Yes, his ridiculously animated expression said all of that. There was a bit of a pout when she managed to wipe it away and he glanced up the steps before snorting a laugh, unattractively at that, at what she said about Zver. "Good point. I figured you'd hear rattling for the marbles he lost and tried to snort up his nose." Was he implying in a stupid way that the dude was on something" Probably.



The only response Em got out of Zver was a devilish grin before he'd gone off to Beck's side. Making himself at home whether she wanted company or not, he hunkered down beside her with his own bottle. "No problem," hey, he'd shared vodka. That was something right' Or maybe he was already half in the bag and didn't give a shit at this point. His arms dangled over his knees, the bottle in his hand dangling loosely between his fingers. He snickered, bringing said bottle to his lips for an aggravated swallow. Muttering, "you and me both." A narrowed gaze was shot upward to the ceiling, added with a scowl before he took a heftier chug of vodka. Bitter" You could say that. Ko boning Sawyer got to him a lot more than he thought it would. Probably wouldn't have if it was anyone but Sawyer. "So what?s got your panties in a twist?" Hazels ticked over to her, prying carelessly.

Luckily, Hex wasn't the stupid one in this scenario so it wasn't hard for him to take a damn hint. Playing sly -or trying to- when Em mentioned needing fresh air and pulled out cigarettes, he made a show of patting down his pockets and muttering a curse under his breath. Tipping his chin, he strode after Emlen. "Cool if I bum one off you, dude?" Mhn....bum. Em had a nice one. Out he went around the building and caught up with his teammate shortly after. Once outside....he pulled his own tin of cigarettes from his pocket.



"Sorry," hearing her wince and his face got red again. Moments like that, he was glad she couldn't see him. Though he'd just blame it on moving too fast and got winded. Chubby guy problems, man. When she asked that question, his smile returned and he let out a jolly laugh. "I did. I got bit by a radioactive pig, and well, I'm like the hulk now." Squint. "A....hairier hulk..." He muttered. He eyed her skeptically wondering she did get surgery now. Sometimes, she got him and it was hard for him to tell if she was kidding or not. "For real" I dunno, the whole cyclops bit kinda words for you. You look like a badass. And you know, there's always being like Daredevil. Become a vigilente superhero. Blind superheros are the best." He was such a nerd. Comic books and all. And cheetos. Definitely cheetos.



Craig got way too close, and part of her wanted to tug on his ear and punish him. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to hear him whine, she might've done just that! Instead, she scoffed a laugh at his joke about Zver and the snorting of things up his nose. "Wouldn't surprise me a bit...Someone needs to teach him a lesson..." she muttered softly, scowling at the curly haired asshat from across the room.



Beck took another swig from the bottle and moved to sit Indian style on the ground. "Hormones, I guess. Who fucking knows...?" she asked, resting the bottle between her legs. She hadn't bothered to dress up, mostly because she wasn't feeling very spirited at the moment, which....Well, not a bad thing considering how the night begun. Would be like a slap in the face to put that much time and effort into a costume only to have it go unappreciated. Instead she wore a pair of torn up jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket over it. "People just suck....What about you?"

Emlen did have a nice bum! It was tan! He looked over at Hex, "Yeah, bum away!" A bit too eager, as he held out the pack. Then he was grabbing his own nicotine source, and he lowered it slowly. Emlen took to staring out at the night now, because if he kept looking at Hex his heart might actually become audible. "So how you been?"

"A radioactive pig..." A lighthearted laugh left her lips and she shook her head. A pat to his chest confirmed her suspicions, not that she'd actually believed him—or that it mattered one way or another. She lifted up her blindfold and showed off those eerie pale eyes that she usually kept covered. "Nope, they're still dead as a doornail!" she squeaked, and then laughed a morbid laugh. "What about a blind super villain" I could totally be a villain.."



If she'd tugged on his ear and punished him, he would've instinctively piped up a but Moooom! And things might've gotten a bit awkward after that. So, yes. He would've whined. "Teaching him a lesson would mean that he'd learn it....Pretty sure he's flunking everything so..." A shrug of his shoulder. He had more classes than he liked with that particular asshat. "Clearly, he doesn't listen." Shaking his head. "If he shows up to school at all..."

He snickered about the hormones comment, taking a lean back against the wall where he was nestled comfortably -or as comfortably as he could. Zver was still wearing that black cloak robe thing but his pig mask was sitting by the coolers. Wouldn't be long before the booze in his system had him too heated to wear the damn thing that was practically incubating him as it was. A snerk came from him as took the words literally. "Something like that...just like that, actually." He was definitely feeling it already, that middle of the spectrum between buzzed and drunk. He glanced at the bottle, did he drink that much already? Oh well. He took another mouthful and swallowed it down.



Not to seem rude in asking to bum one then pulling out his own, there was a bit of a sly smile tucked around the filter as he flickered his green hues to Em before forcing them away. Lighting it with a cheap Bic -knowing better than than to keep any valuable lighter on him, he was sure this one would disappear by the night's end- as his cheeks hollowed and he leaned his shoulder against the dingy and vine-littered building. "I've been alright," exhaling through his nose as his jaw muscles flex with a light grit of his teeth. "Just been trying to get as much practice in before the snow hits, y'know?" You really going to talk about football right now, dude" Like we don't talk about that enough... But now that he was alone with Em, he was somehow at a loss with words and trying to make minimal eye contact else he might just end up staring.



"Yup, thing was a nasty little beast." A nod of his head before he looked down at the chest pat which had him grinning. He was lying through his teeth and he had a feeling she already knew that. He looked up to see those dead eyes and he tilted his head. He thought they were pretty, anyways. Chuckling at her morbid joke, he squinted and seemed to contemplate for a moment. "Nah, villains and heros are overplayed." Snapping his fingers, he pointed at her. "Oh, oh! You could be an anti-hero! Do your own thang, answer to know one, just you do you. Like Deadpool. He's a badass. And awesome."



There was a half baked idiot with a stupid haircut and perhaps too much tattoos littered on his torso striding up the walkway. A muscular arm -though no where on the level of Hex and Em- was hooked around another guy's neck. "Duuuuude," he spoke around a rolled 'cigarette' and tipped his head back to blow a train of smoke to the sky. "You gotta lose it sometime, maan." Pointing his last two fingers at him as he guided the guy along, his arm around him to keep him from getting away. "Buncha drunk honies, I'm sure someone'll touch it." He shook his head so that dark mop of a half-assed mohawk swished over his forehead. "Tonight's your night, bud. You got this." A pat to the guy's chest as he carted them along.

"But it just doesn't seem right." He whined, a foreign accent ringing into the air. They looked like they could be brothers in a way, but they weren't. "I don't want to take advantage of a woman. When the time's right, it's right. This....doesn't feel right." He glanced around at the haunted asylum hotel and shuddered, crossing his arms. "Nothing about this bloody place feels right..." He crinkled his nose, his steps slowing as they reached the front door....moving right by Emlen and Hex. Dorian too distracted with the sight of the place, and Kai too high to really know what was going on around him.



Freya was lost in her own scowl for a moment, "I wish he'd stop coming to school in general..." she hissed lightly. It was a dark thought, and she'd wished she hadn't voiced it, because though she didn't say the words, it was pretty clear what she meant by that. Her eyes trailed around the room. Where the heck had Martyr gone" Where was Sean' Maybe they'd snuck off together while she was distracted. Martyr didn't seem like the type, but what did she know"



Leaning back with him, she glanced over at him drinking more from his bottle. "Maybe you should slow down a bit," she said with a frown. She wasn't exactly Ms. Responsible, but she also didn't want to get puked on. Eyes ticked over to Emlen, who wasn't there anymore....Okay, great. She sighed pathetically and took another swig from her bottle. "Or don't. What do I care..?" Cheeks puffed out. Misery did seem to love company.



Emlen had the same thought. The hell you talking about sports for" Tell me I'm pretty, dammit! With his lips around the filter, he closed his eyes and sighed lightly. "Mm..." a little thoughtful sound, "I don't really think you need to practice, you're so pretty." The hell dude" "Er, you're so pretty good...You're a really good player. You uh....You do it right, bro." There was a huge part of him that wanted to put the cigarette out in his own eye and walk back inside. The two men walked by, and he watched them for a moment. Trying to get Dorian laid again....



"Like Deadp—" Speck tried to chime in, but he beat her to it. She smiled and nodded, "Martyr and I watched the Deadpool movie.." Finishing off her bitch beer. "I made her explain what happened in every scene....Between my blindness and her stutter? It took us FOREVER to get through the movie," she snickered.

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"Yeah, but it's scary up in this bitch," he muttered under his breath, ducking his head a bit until his head snapped back up and gave Beck the most pathetically horrified look which was enough for her question whether she answered it herself or not. Craig....a bodyguard" He couldn't even protect himself from the curly haired Russian!

He wasn't normally this much of a coward when it came to being open with someone, but should Em not feel the same...Well...He didn't want to lose a friend or a teammate over this. He didn't fear rejection as much as he worried about mucking up friendships and making shit awkward for the team. Why aren't they talking" Oh, Hex confessed his gay love for Emlen and now they won't look at each other. Yeah, pass for the big guy...A glance to the cigarette, he blinked. He'd already sucked down half of it without even noticing. Oops. Ashing it, he cleared his throat. A glance to see that sad smile, he chewed on his inside of his cheek. "I wouldn't worry about it," nodding his head toward the building. "She'll come around." Probably mistaking the reason for that sad smile.

Kai squinted at Beck as she disappeared and then looked at Dorian, raising his brows and giving a not-so-subtle head nod in that direction. Go, dude! Don't be such a little bitch! Make friends! Go be a sassy bodyguard in a corset and heels! Rolling his eyes, he looked over to Freya and made a face. "Sawyer" Oh, sick." Shaking his head, he didn't look impressed. Stroking his hand over his chest, he lifted his chin. "But not everyone can be a badass like Batman."

Lifting the bottle out of the cooler, he paused and looked at Kai's indication then back. Sighing, he knew what he meant. If he didn't do something or interact with someone, Kai would give him shit for the next week. "Fiiine," he muttered, taking a swig of liquid courage to smother the social anxiety that was tugging at his chest. Passing Kai, he narrowed his eyes and pointed at him. "I'm not going to do....that....though..." He knew what he meant, and up the stairs after Beck he went. Might as well explore, a haunted asylum was still less scary than interaction with a group of people.

Freya looked at Kai, and rolled her eyes with a simple shake of her head. So far, the night was going better than she planned. Another hit of the joint and she leaned back on the steps. She was more scared of what Keirra was going to catch from Sawyer at this point.

Hex definitely mistook that sad smile, but Emlen simply nodded. "Yeah, yeah I know she will be...She's strong, with big balls," snickered Emlen before taking a drink of the almost-forgotten whisky. A bit of it dribbled down his chin, and the clumsy oaf smiled bashfully. "Sorry," he muttered before fumbling to juggle the cigarette, cap and bottle. "So....What's your type anyways?" I told you mine, it's only fair.

Beck looked back at Dorian as he followed up, she was just sparking up the joint and looked back at him. A hit was taken and she offered it out to him. See" Dorian' She wasn't all bad. She just wanted to beat Sean into a bloody pulp at the moment.

Aviana came through the front doors, seeming to juggle three duffle bags. She wore a belly dancer costume, her brown hair covering a single eye. Everyone in her family seemed to have blue eyes, hers were a yellowish brown. She dropped the bags on the floor and sighed softly, she could strangle Keirra for coming up with this plan, and Martyr for suggesting she bring the snacks. "Here you go, you fat fucks," spat Aviana before waving her hand dismissively. "Somebody get me a drink."

Craig watched Dorian go past and snickered. Frank has more balls than Charlie Chaplin, go figure. Oh well, he had his guitar, his own bodyguard and Zver wasn't in the room. He felt safe for now. Jumping visibly at the entrance of Avi, however, he stared at her doe-eyed for a moment and seemed to shrink back some. Was he afraid of everyone"....Probably.

Nodding in agreement with the assessment of Beck, he paused when the whisky dribbled down Em's chin. Snickering lightly, "don't know why the fuck you're apologizing." Though swallowed hard and had to force himself not to lick his bottom lip. An overwhelming urge to lick the whisky off his chin, he managed to bite that back but couldn't stop himself as he reached out and swiped it away with his thumb....only to snatch his hand back quickly and clear his throat, all but cramming his hand into his pocket roughly. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Did you just..."! He tried to distract Emlen away from his actions with words instead, "uh....my type" I dunno," shrugging a bit but his words were rushed for the moment. "Strong"....willed. Fun to hang out with, someone I can laugh about stupid shit with, that whole....lose yourself in someone's else's company sort of thing"..." It was his turn to seem bashful, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

He looked at the joint as it was offered to him, pursing his lips for a moment before shrugging. "Bloody hell, why not' It's a party, right?" Snickering, he accepted the offer and took a hit and tried to hold it in....just to start coughing immediately as he trailed after her down the corridor. "Fucking....hell..." Between coughs, holding it back out to her.

Grinning from ear to ear as his buddy went after Beck, whether the intentions or not, he was trying! That's a start! He moved to take a lean on the banister of the stairs, lifting his chin up to Avi before feigning offense. "It's baby fat!" Lifting his chin away from her, he huffed but the lazy smile was quick to return before making a cat claw motion at her. "Sasseh~" Only to pluck out another joint and flick it in her direction. "You needa chill, boo." Then readied himself a joint.

Since Avi'd brought the snacks, he dipped into the cooler to retrieve a bottle of random booze and stuck it in her hands as he went for the duffel bags. "If you brought twinkies, I could kiss you!" Rethinking that quickly, shaking his head. "On second thought..." Glancing over at Speck. Rather kiss that sister. Then rifled through the bags like the chubster he was. "Score!" It wasn't a twinkie, but it was a cake treat! He picked up two and shuffled over to Speck, holding one out to her. "A sweet for the sweet lady." All properly speaking, and bowing as he presented the cake treat out to her. Nerd.

Emlen got around the side of the building and rested his forehead against the wall. The worst part was, he didn't even have to pee. "Son of a..." he muttered and beat his head gently against the wall before looking up at the sky. Why did everything seem so hopeless" She should've had it all. This should've been the best time of his life. He had a great relationship with his siblings, had great friends, a beautiful girl wanted to be with him, and here he was. Being mopey about a guy who probably wasn't even gay.

Beck leaned to put out the joint and then he was looping arms with hers. Hell he was the only seemingly decent guy she'd met all night, so she'd take it. "Alright, lead the way," she said with a smile on her face. He was understanding, and he seemed nice. He wasn't trying to pump booze down her throat and use her to forget about an ex. "Wait...You have a terrible love life" Did....did you confess your love to someone and get shot down, too?"

Speck marched forwards and squeezed his hand happily. The tap-tap-tap of her cane rang out as she walked forwards, feeling out the area in front of her in a lighthearted fashion. She mostly felt safe with Todd, but it was a nice security to have the cane and know that she wasn't going to fall into a hole.

Aviana took another swig and looked around. The place had indeed thinned out. Beck was gone with Dorian. Sean had disappeared somewhere or another as well as Martyr. Speck and Todd were leaving to explore. Sawyer and Keirra were unaccounted for, and Zver was puking for what seemed like forever now. Emlen and Hex were smoking the hell out of their cigarettes. "We should round everyone up, play a game of hide and seek.." she said with a twisted smile.

Stuck in limbo, unsure of whether to just walk inside or wait for Em, he pushed away from his post against the wall and took a few steps out onto the yard. He didn't really know why he was trying so hard to keep it hidden. There was nothing wrong with being gay, he knew that. There were few floating around school and no one seemed bothered by it. Was it paranoia that had him keeping his mouth shut' Probably. Sure, his friends would be cool with it....but what about his teammates" The locker room would get awkward, surely. His parents...he shuddered at the idea of his parents finding out. Yeah, not saying jack shit. He took another heavy swig of the whisky in his hand.

Linked arm and arm with Beck, he strode easily down the corridor and dodged the litter that was still on the floor from years of no use or squatters that dared to stay there. He scrunched his face at her question and gave his hair a ruffle with his free hand. "Not exactly like that...Just, don't really get that far. I have a constant habit of putting myself in the friendzone with most women...or they just assume I'm gay." He chuckled, shrugging as if he didn't seem all that bothered by his love life. Sighing then, "Kai keeps dragging me to party after party, trying to get me laid. He thinks I'm just terrible with women, he doesn't look into account I don't just want to lose it," shaking his head with a scoff. "I've had opportunities....just never felt right."

Around the counter they'd gone, and through the doorway behind as they went off toward the ballroom. In an overdramatized creepy voice, like the narrators of old black and white movies, he started narrating and describing the appearance of the room, trying not to leave out any of the details as he lead her with him.

Going back and forth between weed and beer, exchanging hands as he leaned against the counter. A dark brow raised at Avi at the mention of hide and seek. "We in grade school again?" Though squinted as he looked up to the ceiling, "though it can't be any worse than sitting here doing jack shit." He scoffed, finishing his beer and tossing it a few feet away toward the discard pile Hex had set up.

Speak of the devil, he came back in and roughly took a lean on the frame of a doorway. "God damn," he belched, wrinkling his nose at the taste that came out. "Gross," he muttered, pushing away from the frame to make his way over to one of the coolers for something better tasting than vodka flavored vomit. Unfortunately, his expelling of demons from his stomach had killed some of his buzz. "About time you assholes showed up," he snickered to Kai and Avi, pulling a Smirnoff bitch beer out of the cooler. He should slow down a little bit. But just a little until his stomach settled.

Emlen pushed off from the wall after collecting himself. Maybe he should just start avoiding Hex from now on. If he didn't, then it was going to get to the point where it was going to come out. He stopped short when he came around and saw him, it felt like his heart fell right into his stomach. Slowly, he approached. "Hey, I'm gonna go ahead and call it a night..." he mumbled, looking at the ground like a bummed out kid. "Tell Martyr and Speck I'll be at home, okay?"

"Yeah, no...I get that. First times should be special," she agreed. "I bet when it happens for you, it'll be amazing," she said with a smile, giving him a bit of a nudge. Then her eyes trailed to a door, "Room 69," she said aloud. "Wonder how many people lost it in here," Beck snickered and reached for the door handle, pushing it open.

Sprawled out on the bed was a choked out Keirra. Her raven locks hid her eyes which were tucked away behind lid and lash. She was out cold, thankfully not naked. Her panties had been lazily pulled up over her ass, and her lingerie was in tact.

"Hey, you try being the dick that has to find someone in this creepy place! You kidding me?" The hiding part was a bit scary, but the real terror went to the seeker. Not knowing who was going to jump out at you....Or in this case...what? There very well could've been a raccoon or two that had claimed this place as home. Her eyes trailed to Zver, "Where the hell have you been?"

Since he couldn't figure out what he'd wanted to do, he'd settled for standing a little away from the building. One arm crossed over his chest, the other propped at his ribs as he took a few light swigs of the whisky while Em was off supposedly pissing. He'd been staring past the gates with narrowed eyes which blinked and relaxed as he turned his head first then his body followed at the sound of Em's voice. Brows furrowed at the mention of him leaving. "You okay, dude" Didn't get sick did ya?" Biting back that note of concern, he saw the look on his face and sighed, "Em.." Is he leaving because of Beck" Did I say or do something wrong" Fuck, what am I, a chick" Scoffing at his paranoid mind, he held out the bottle. "Sure you wanna leave" You might miss one hell of a party otherwise." There was a smirk on his face, a single dimple showing as he found himself not...really....wanting Em to go. Hell, the majority of the reason he was there was to see him.

Waving his hand exasperatedly, he sighed when she got it. "Thank you! At least you get it. I don't know why he doesn't." He grumbled, though he did know why. A lot of guys....didn't have the same view as Dorian on losing their virginities. It was just something to lose, get it done and over with. Move on, and keep doing it. There was an uncharacteristic giggle at the room number before he crinkled his nose. "Just don't touch anything," he snickered as she opened the door and glanced over her shoulder. It looked like a regular, dingy hotel room. Sure there was litter here and there like someone had left in a rush, but it still looked like a hotel room. Blinking, he squinted at the figure on the bed. "Is....is she okay?" He couldn't make out who it was. "Bad place to fall asleep.." Another crinkled nose as he looked around.

A glance around, it was like he just saw this place. His brows shot up and he whistled. "Tou-cheee...." Maybe hide and seek wasn't such a bad idea. Would definitely be creepy and he hoped he wouldn't be chosen to be the seeker. He'd never find the others in this place. Hell, he'd get lost in a broom closet or some shit. Seeing Zver, he scoffed. "Bitch, we've been here for like 15 minutes, you just got here!"

Making a face at the bitch beer, since he preferred hard liquor, he scowled. Playing it safe....pfft! But he really didn't wanna throw up again for a while. Seeing the duffel bags, he decided to get something in his stomach to soak up the acidic concoction in his belly. Chips! Chips would work! He plucked out a bag and opened it, looking at the Avi. "Spilling out my insides," he admitted easily. "Fun fact: Half a bottle of vodka in a half hour is a really bad idea!" Grinning like a fool, he lifted his beer bottle in a cheers motion before cramming a mouthful of chips into his mouth.

"What' What is it?" Emlen asked, pretty unsure as to why Hex was looking at him like that. They were so close, it would be so easy to just plant one on him. What was the worst that would happen" He could say he was drunk and he thought Hex was a pretty girl. No, there was no way Hex was a pretty girl—but he for damn sure was pretty. "You can tell me..." he muttered hopelessly. Say it. Please for the love of everything just say something... his mind begged.

She caught the look from Dorian and could do little more than just shake her head at it. It was kinda cute that Dorian didn't get it at first, but the whole situation kind of ticked her off, and she couldn't put her finger on why. "This is ridiculous....YOU are ridiculous," Beck said with a shake of her head. "Come on, we should get you downstairs....Can you walk?" asked Beck in a soft tone, holding out her hand for the girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Keirra said with a shake of her head. She pulled her hair back and tied it off in a ponytail band before looking at Beck as she snapped. "Hey, nobody asked you to come in here looking for me!" she said defensively. "Yeah, I can walk just fine..." Keirra said, waving her hand off and getting up. The headrush made her stumble forwards with a groan. Booze mixed with extreme choking games didn't mix well, it seemed.

Aviana grumbled something beneath her breath at Zver, before shaking her head and moving to follow Freya. She couldn't help herself, she turned back to Zver and pointed towards the door. "If that's the noise girls make when you're with them' You're doing something wrong..." she informed him before leaving the room.

Freya was walking at a fast pace toward the direction of the scream. Hazel eyes darted around carefully as she looked around. "Hello?" she called out to the distant voices ahead. "Is someone there"....What is going on?" Her mace at the ready, she proceeded toward the voices until she could make out their forms.

Speck felt him handling her back, and she didn't put up much of a fight. There was confusion and verbal protesting though. "No, wait....What is it' What did I touch...?" she asked with wide eyes hidden behind the blindfold. "Don't look at what? Todd" I can't see anything. What's going on?"

He wanted to, he really did. He was choking on words, leaving him with the only option of doing something. Hell, anything at this point. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, his breathing was rapid. He was nervous as hell and didn't know what the hell he was doing. Why are you freakin', dude" It's Emlen. You've known him since junior high. Sighing, another swig of alcohol later, he managed to start sputtering words like vomit. "I know we've been bros since the seventh grade, teammates since 8th, but...I can't keep hiding it, and I can't keep acting like it's not there. It's fucking suffocating if I don't fucking tell you.." He started.

He was more than a bit awkward, but it was quickly passing as he moved around the bed when she started to get up. Bobbing his head along with Beck's suggestion to getting her downstairs, he gave a nose wrinkled look around the dingy room. "Well, we weren't.." He started, but shook his head. There was no point in telling her they'd just been exploring and came across her. Instinct kicked in when Ko started stumbling forwards and he caught her upper arm. "Easy there," looking over Ko's head, shaking his head with a sigh to Beck, he gestured for her to get Ko's other arm. "Let's get her downstairs before she falls and cracks her bloody head open."

He was an ass, and he was crudely disgusting. His wicked grin spread as he decided to follow along with the women like the douchebag in rusted armor they didn't want or need. His arms rose in a half-assed shrug. "They definitely scream..." Gesturing to the door, "just not quite like that. That's like he hit the wrong hole." Snorting out a scoff as he trailed after them.

Holding her to his chest, he didn't know what to say. What could he say' There was no mistaking it, that was no damn Halloween joke. Unless Sean took a bath in pig's blood like Carrie and put contacts in...he was dead. "Sean....he's....he's..." How do you tell a blind girl she had her hands on a corpse" His eyes welled up as he couldn't stop staring at Sean's lifeless eyes. Jumping slightly at the sound of Freya's voice, he finally pulled his eyes away and looked in the direction of the voice. "Over here! Guys! S-something's wrong with Sean!" Hugging Speck tighter, he whispered to her. "I know, Speck, he's....I think he's dead," he choked on the last word, it coming out like a strangled gasp as he felt the shock start to wear off and his sight grew blurry.

He....didn't even notice the scream as he was sitting by the speakers of his makeshift stereo, so he was looking on with blatant confusion. "The fuck's going on," lifting his hands as he looked between everyone then finally Craig who just shrugged back to him, but looked to be almost shitting his pants.

Emlen felt like he was going to lose it. Between Hex's bit of silence, bush beating, and the way his tongue lashed out over his bottom lip. He wanted to lean in and surround it with his own lips, take it into his mouth and never let it go. He took a breath and looked away, blushing at his own thoughts before shaking his head. "Yeah, it's been a while...So...You should know you can tell me anything..."

Dorian grabbed her arm and she fought the urge to swat him. "Dude, duuuuude. I'm fine," she said with a grunt and tried to shrug out of his grasp. Her cheeks puffed out and her head dropped lightly. She wasn't fine. She wasn't even close to fine, but she would be.

"Yeah, and I'm great with people..." Beck said, grabbing her other arm. "Now that we've all lied, let's get you downstairs," she said with a scoff. Reaching for the door, she began to tug Keirra along with little regard to her feelings on the matter.

Freya visibly calmed when someone answered her back. She moved forward, still keeping the mace in her hands until she came across the two, and the corpse. Apparently she had a shared thought, because she rolled her eyes. "If this is some stupid prank, I swear I'm kicking every one of your asses..." she hissed, and bent down over the corpse. The dead eyes were a nice touch, but one couldn't fake a lack of pulse. She stuck her fingers against his neck and waited....waited...."No, yeah...He's dead..." she said, slowly climbing to her feet, and visibly paling.

Aviana stepped onto the scene just after Freya confirmed the death. She stared for a moment. Sean was over her house all the damn time, being friends with Emlen. Part of her waited for him to jump up and try to scare them. Something. Maybe he'd just start laughing....But nothing, not even a chuckle. She began backing up a bit faster, "Holy shit..." she wanted to puke.

"Wait...so that was..." It clicked for her now. The childhood smell. It was blood, she fell down and scraped her knee. She could remember touching it and the sticky feel of it. "Oh goodness..." she said, turning in his arms and burying her face against his chest. "Sean..."

"I know," he grunted, shaking his own head as he looked the other way. His free hand came up to wipe over his face, from forehead to chin before falling away again. Why was it so fucking hard to tell him' Oh, maybe because this would be him coming out for the first time" Not just to one of his friends...but the one he actually had feelings for" Glancing to Emlen, he gritted his teeth, jaw muscles clenching. Breathing heavily from his nose, he looked down to the side. "Fuck it, I'm just going to say it. I'm g-..."

"Hey chumps, telling dirty little secrets?" coming up on the football players from seemingly nowhere, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he made his quiet approach. He was typically light on his feet, now he was grinning from ear to ear thanks to his little rendevous upstairs with Keirra. He definitely had some pep in his step, even if it contradicted with his lazy smile.

Chuckling lightly at Beck's words, he huffed as Ko shrugged out of his grasp only to grasp it a second time. "Stop fighting people who are trying to help you," he muttered, shaking his head as he trailed along with Beck who was tugging along Ko.

He'd been following after Avi, only to bump into her back since she'd been backing up, he let out a grunt and a light growl. "Fuck's up with you?" Looking over her head, he saw what he needed to and let out a "fuck....me...." in a breathy sigh. Dude was seriously dead" For some reason, he wanted to get the hell out of there, and quickly. Quick thinking, he muttered. "We need to round up the others."

He nodded, whimpering a bit as his bottom lip trembled and felt her turn in his arms and lean into his chest. His arms enveloped her and for once, he actually agreed with Zver. "Y-yeah, we should." Looking at Freya. "Do you see what happened to him?"

There was a big part of Emlen that hated Sawyer right about now. He wanted to grab him up and shake him violently, but the urge was contained and he ran his fingers through his hair. Sawyer talked about Keirra, and he couldn't help but scoff. "Not a whole lot, pretty sure everyone has arrived, though.." answered Emlen, apologetic eyes flashed to Hex.

"I think he tries to come off that way, personally..." Beck muttered, one of Keirra's arms strung over her shoulder as the drunken rogue slumped over against her. She went down the steps, taking them one by one as she looked over at Dorian. "Sorry our adventure got cut short..." a weak, sad little smile given to him. "We can pick it back up after we get her with the others," offered Beck.

Aviana was at a half-run until she made it to the main room. She put a hand on the counter and gagged lightly, a hand moved over her mouth as that gag gurgled against it. A few breaths later, bent over with one hand on the counter for support, she straightened out. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..."

Freya waved them all on. "Let's regroup, others could be in danger..." she said, mace in hand as she herded Speck and Todd toward the main room.

Speck's head turned around, blind as a bat as she fearfully went with her friend. "I don't know..." she whispered right back. Fingers clung to his arm as her longish legs carried her towards the room. "This place....Do you think we were wrong about this place...?" she whispered.

Hex made a face at Sawyer's crudeness about Ko. Sure, she was sleazing it up right now, but he knew why. Zver fucked her up badly. Hearing Sawyer talk about her that way, seemed both him and Em were on the same page. Though he wanted to do more than shake him, he wanted to make him swallow his teeth. Pushing that thought back, he shrugged a bit at the apologetic look Em gave him. Shit happens, dude. "Yeah, most people are here if not all of 'em."

"Well, if he's trying to get people to avoid him like the plague or despise his company, he's doing a good job at it," he muttered with a shake of his head as he did his part in assisting Ko along the steps. Glancing over to Beck when she apologized, he shook his head vigorously. "Don't apologize, we'll be here all night. Plenty of exploring to be done." Flashing a smile to her and offering that reassurance. If only you knew, Dorian.

Just a few paces behind Avi was Zver, but he wasn't heaving his insides at the moment like she was. He'd already done that tonight. There was a deep-set frown on his expression, a crease of worry on his forehead as his eyes scanned the common room only to draw up short at Ko. "Thank god," he muttered. Sean was dead, and it was her safety he was concerned over. Swallowing hard at that revelation, he looked around to see those that were collected there. "Where's the others?"

Looking over his shoulder, he spotted those at the stairs and gave them a nod, then paused at the sight of Keirra being helped down. "She okay?" Still as jumpy and mousy as ever.

Having no idea what was going on, he just took a few steps back to get out of the spray area but turned in Avi's direction. "Whoa, is it your turn to blow chunks?" Assuming she wasn't feeling well from alcohol....he had no clue what was going on, and was more than just a little blitzed.

Keeping Speck tight in his arms, as if he could personally be her shield. Her question hit him like a ton of bricks and he let out a shaky breath. A nod of agreement to Freya as she started herding them out to the main room. Looking past her for a moment, he had to squeeze his eyes shut and turn his head away from the sight of his dead teammate. "I think coming here was a bad idea," he admitted in a hushed whisper.

Though they were hiding it well, he knew those looks. Hex was more forthcoming with a reaction than Em was, and there was a knowing smirk on his face to Zuko before he turned to the Gladiator. "Oh yeah' Well, what are we hanging out here for" Let's join the party before they think we ran off to have an orgy." An even wider smile spread as he started walking backwards away from the guys, arms lifted up like what are you waiting for" before turning and heading toward the building.

Yeah, shit also stunk. Emlen's discomfort was written all over his face, and it only seemed to come back stronger when Sawyer brought up the idea of an orgy. He'd rather hump a blender on high, than go anywhere near Sawyer. He looked over at Hex, something of defeat before he nodded. "Yeah, bro, we should probably get back..."

Beck's fingers kept around Keirra's back as she helped her down the steps. "She's fine," muttered the apparent doctor. "Looks like she's drunk and someone choked her out," it left a bad taste in her mouth just to say it. Choking wasn't really Beck's thing it seemed, though she wasn't incredibly sexual to begin with. Her smile went to Dorian and she nodded, "Lets get her settled and we can go back to what we were doing.." Staying away from that now-tainted room, of course. When Zver spat his question about the others, she pointed toward the door. "I think Em and Hex went outside....I don't know about the others. Sawyer wasn't in the room..."

"Guys," she said to the others, still leaning against Dorian shifting her weight from him to Beck and back. "Guysh..." she put up a finger. "Ish all good," Ko swallowed hard and gave her head a little bit of a shake.

"Come on," Beck mumbled. "Let's set her down..." she mumbled and moved to get Keirra down the steps the rest of the way. She heard the commotion outside and just shook her head. "Sounds like it's going to be a great night," to Dorian a tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Dude, nobody is fucking joking....I saw it....We all fucking saw it, it's dead.." she told Kai and gestured to Speck who had blood on her hands and the sides of her head near her ears. "He's right fucking back there..." she hissed.

"Aviana is right," Freya confirmed it as she entered the room right after Todd. "There's been an incident...Does ANYBODY have a signal on their phones?" she asked, pulling out her own and lifting it in the air. "We need to make sure and round up everyone. Is anyone missing?"

He didn't even stop Zver, just let out a grunt as his sickening smile didn't falter for a moment. His eyes were a challenge, his tone hushed and snide. "Go ahead, dude. Prove everyone right. You're just pissed because you have no control." There was a different meaning under there, but that he only left that subtle hint. A glance to Ko, that devilish smile only being a bit more slick as he eyed her. Lifting a hand in her direction. "See" She's fine. Even liked it," he snickered, waiting for Zver to make some move and didn't even glance to the fist raised.

Hex was quick to follow Emlen, seeing the altercation between Zver and Sawyer. He didn't make any move to stop them, but he also didn't want a huge fight to break out. In his eyes, they both could use their asses kicked. But Zver was clearly drunk and Sawyer just didn't know when to shut his mouth. "Cool it, guys. Zver, lay off the juice and Sawyer, shut the fuck up." Looking between the two like they both were idiots.

The look on his face said he clearly wanted to hit the guy. His knuckles were white and raised in the fist, his jaw still threatening to break from the way he was clenching it. He felt Emlen's hands on his shoulders and he let out a growling sigh. They were right, but he wasn't happy about it. Sawyer's words had his eyes flickering with anger again, but his fist slowly lowered. If anything, because now was not the time to start a fight. Sean was dead, and frankly, it probably wouldn't look good with a dead guy around a drunk Russian having beat the shit out of someone. Not trusting his words, he didn't speak. The hand on Sawyer's shirt released roughly, shoving him further against the wall as he let go and lowered his fist. He couldn't even look at Ko as he shrugged Em's hands off him and walked toward Kai and Avi.

Playing leaning post intermittently and crutch, he agreed with Beck while they walked her down the stairway. The commotion outside had him sighing and shaking his head, "some people just shouldn't be allowed to drink." Making it to the bottom of the stairs, he nodded to the spot beside the wall. "Let's set her down here, lean her against the wall so she doesn't fall over."

His head ticking between everything in the room. Ko coming down looking like she'd seen better days, the fight outside, it was Freya that caught his attention and the sight of the blood on Speck's hands.....his lids fluttering for a moment as his eyes rolled....and it was lights out for that coward.

You'd think he was a statue that way Kai was standing there staring at Avi's words. He was clearly in denial, shaking his head and snickering. Freya's confirmation and the sight of the blood on Speck's hands was more than enough proof that it wasn't a joke. Man, he wished it was just some sick joke. "Fuck, Sean's dead" Seriously' What the fuck happened?" Incident implied accident, right' His hands fumbled a bit as he went for his phone, the music getting cut off quick as he shut it off and held up his phone toward the ceiling to try to catch signal. "I've....got jack shit."

While holding on to Speck with one arm, he tried to check for his phone in the other. His eyes looked distant for a moment as he patted....empty pockets. Crap, he must've dropped it when he went to piss. "I don't have my phone. I don't know where it is, I....I must've dropped it." He stammered, still shook up from what they'd witnessed. In limbo between freaking out and shock.

Emlen's hands released Zver the moment that he moved to walk away. He looked at Sawyer and shook his head, "You don't need to rub it in his fucking face..." he grumbled to the man, shaking his head and moving back inside. He'd wait in the doorway for Hex before proceeding all the way inside. Eyes trailed around the room at the look on some of the people's faces, "Jeez, who died?"

Beck lowered Keirra to the floor with Dorian's help and looked around. She fished out her phone and held it into the air. "I got nothing..." she said before sighing softly, shoving it back into her pocket. She reached toward the half conscious, smaller Russian and dug out her phone from her cleavage. "No luck here either," she muttered. "Shit..." she muttered when Craig went unconscious and moved over there to try and....Well, less than gently tap him in the face until he woke up.

Aviana took out her own phone and looked at it for half a second. "Nobody gets service out here, it's practically a dead zone..." she muttered. Swiping hair from her face she caught her breath and looked around the room. Counting people. "Martyr....Has anyone seen Mar?" she asked.

"I could've sworn she went off with Sean..." Freya mumbled. Martyr couldn't have done it, though. She was too shy, too gentle and timid. Freya moved over to crouch near Ko, checking out the bruises on her neck. She gritted her teeth lightly, and moved to the cooler to seek out a bottle of water. "Drink this.." she muttered to Keirra, pressing the bottle into her hand.

Eyes trailed to Hex, and it was a thankful glance. "Yeah, Hex should go..." At the very least, it would get Hex out of here and to safety. He could keep Aviana safe, he thought. His gaze shifted to Zver for a moment, and then away. He didn't think it was Zver. He had a hard time believing anyone he knew could've done this. "Alright....I guess....I'll go with Hex to make sure he gets to the car okay, and....You guys stay in here and start pairing off..." he said, moving to fish a cigarette from his pocket and light up as he headed for the door.



Beck's eyes shifted to Dorian, "I'll go with Dorian, uh....Todd, you go with Speck..." Since he was clinging to her for dear life. "...Aviana, Sawyer....You two partner up....Annnd, Freya, I think you should go with Craig." Eyes trailed to Kai, "You can pair up with Emlen when he gets back, and....Zver, you stay here with Ko and make sure she's alright." A challenging look in Zver's direction.

Aviana frowned when Hex took the rug out from under her, but she couldn't really disagree. She simply nodded and looked around. Eyes trailed to Sawyer, and she gave a firm nod. "Sounds good to me..." she mumbled. The teams seemed to work, even if it was a dick move for Beck to stick Zver with Ko.

Craig would do best with Freya, she couldn't deny that, but she'd still have enjoyed a partner with a backbone. She looked over at Craig for a moment, and sighed. "It works..." she whispered, moving to grab a bottle of water from the cooler for Craig. "Come on, drink this..."



He gave Avi a slow nod, that reassuring I've got this, just stay cool sorta look on his face. Em's piping up had his heart racing some, that twinge of worry that he bit back. He didn't really want to leave Emlen there, with a possible murderer on the midst, but he also didn't want someone to get in an accident drunk driving either. He was a great driver, and he was sober. He had this. "Let's go, no point wasting time." The sooner he got to the cops, the better. He nodded to the door and headed off through it, his eyes scanning the yard of the place for anything that looked or felt off.

Dorian nodded to Beck, seeming pleased with that idea. He felt comfortable with that, and he knew Kai would be good with Emlen. A bit relieved that Emlen would watch the stoner's back. He seemed trustworthy.



"You got it," biting back concern. They'd take it slow, but he'd rather go out looking with Speck than having her out of his sights. For some reason, a protective need kicked up with the curly chubster about that girl.



Now on his feet, wavering slight but was growing more steady, he nodded. There was a sigh of relief that came out of him when Beck piped up about him going with Freya. He trusted her. An apologetic look on his face as he looked at Frey, he wished he had more of a spine, too. "Sorry," he muttered, then "thanks" as he took the bottle from her and then a sip.

Having been leaning against the wall a bit away from Zver, smoking his own cigarette and listening intently to each of their ideas. It all seemed logical to him. Him being paired with Avi, he lifted his chin up to her and kicked off from his post against the wall. "Ditto," he muttered, taking a final drag before dropping the cigarette and crushing it with his shoe.



The others were being paired off, and he'd been leaning on the wall with his head down for a portion of it. His head snapped up and her challenging look was matched with a glare. You fucking bitch. He knew better than to think she didn't do that on purpose. Let's leave you with your ex who just fucked Sawyer...whom you just had an altercation over that particular fact with. His jaw clenched, but he said nothing as he averted his eyes.



He was being paired with Em' Why not' He didn't complain about getting stuck with the big guy. Better than one of the asshats, and having one of the ladies under his responsibility just seemed like a bad idea. Wasn't all that smart and he was blitzed out of his mind. He could handle his own with Emlen, so he gave a lazy two finger salute. "I'll be right here waiting, dude."

Emlen snatched up the bottle of whiskey, not to drink, but to arm himself with. "Hold tight, I'll be back as soon as he drives off..." A pat to Hex's back which held more affection than he'd admit. "You got this, man. Let's go," he said before heading on outside, moving down the path. His eyes scanned the area around them much like Hex's did. Nothing seemed out of place, not yet, so he proceeded with caution and headed towards where they'd all parked.



Beck smirked at Zver, and then turned her eyes toward Dorian where that smile became more sincere. "Alright....Everyone move around, find something to arm yourselves with....I'm going to go look around for a kitchen....See if there's anything sharp left behind..." she took in a deep breath and began heading towards the door.



Speck frowned deeply, still clung to Todd. She wasn't delusional, she knew even with her cane she was pretty useless. She whimpered lightly, "I'm going to slow you down..." she whispered to Todd...She was so worried that she was going to end up getting her friend killed, it seemed.



Freya stepped in Beck's path, handing off her mace. "Borrow this...Anyone approaches you? Go right for the eyes and nose," she whispered before looking down at Craig. "Don't apologize, I've got your back...Just stay with me and do everything I say," she offered a smile to him. Something that said nothing would happen to Craig on her watch.

Aviana's eyes trailed to Sawyer and she smiled lightly before moving around the room to find something, anything to use as a defensive weapon. She watched after Beck a moment, and then went back to going through her bag. "I don't think there's much here..." she muttered.

"Before I go, I need to tell you." I may not get the chance to later. Words he didn't voice had him swallowing hard. Dude, don't fucking think like that. Shaking his head, the swinging of the light around them had his eyes glancing down instead of at Emlen, however. His brows instantly shot downward, anything he was about to say to Em was cut off as he muttered, "what the hell"....Em, shine the light over here. I think....did someone slash the fucking tires?"

"I was so sure I was gonna get ya....but....you heard the candy wrapper crinkle in my pocket," he smiled, whispering those words. His hands ruffled her hair a bit, frowning a bit as he felt a piece of dried blood but didn't bring attention to it. What was he waiting for" Honestly, he was mustering up some courage.



Well versed on her made up words, he snickered under his breath. "Yeah, well you can parf with me in there. I'm playing babysitter, so shut up and deal with it," he grumbled, acting as if he was playing the protective role because Beck had stuck him with the job instead of any other reason. Leaning a bit away from her swatting hands, he was stubborn as a mule as he kept walking after her.



His eyes turned into saucers and his grip tightened on the guitar, but he nodded. The girl wouldn't be found if he just cowered in the corner. "O-okay..." taking a deep breath, "let's go outside then." Nearly hugging the bottle of water and guitar to his chest as he'd follow her out.



Beck wasn't the only one that hoped they wouldn't come across the body. Knowing about it and seeing it were two completely different things. They'd come from this area, but Dorian had no idea where the body was. His steps were careful, paranoia of tripping over the guy like Speck had had a shiver rolling down his spine. "We should probably stick close to the wall," muttering the words as he didn't outright say what they'd been thinking.

His eyes glanced to the stairs and he snickered. "Why not, such fond memories of upstairs," he made a dreamy sigh before shaking his head and nodding in that direction. "Ladies first," smirking at her as he waved his hand to the stairs. She mentioned Mar not wandering alone and he shrugged, glancing at Freya then back to Avi. "She said she assumed Mar went off to Sean," shaking his head. "Clearly, things aren't going as planned here," scoffing before making a face and glancing at Avi as he started to the stairs. "Sorry about your friend." The joke might've been in bad taste.



Once again, Hex failed to finish his thought, but with good reason this time. He aimed the light around and stared for a moment, one tire after another. "Someone slashed the tires..." he confirmed it, and slowly turned around to view the rest of the cars. "Someone slashed all the tires..." Em swallowed hard and lowered the flashlight. "Fuck....This isn't just Sean...It looks like someone is planning to kill all of us.." he whispered. "Pop your trunk...You got a tire iron in there?" he asked, fishing out his own keys.



"You're such an ass....I don't need a baby...sister....Fuck off..." she said, and pushed the stall door open. Dropping her panties, she squatted down and shamelessly started going right then and there. She laid her head against the side of the stall and closed her eyes.



"You can't get much past Eagle Ears," she said with a smile. She wasn't in any hurry to go anywhere just yet. Besides, it's not like they should just leave Kai in here by himself before Emlen came. She leaned against him and tried to think of other things.

Aviana didn't hold it against him, why should she" She's said worse things, probably not at a time as bad as this one, though. She shrugged lightly and proceeded up the stairs. "You're such a gentleman....Come on, let's check some rooms."



Tripping over it would be bad. Definitely. She nodded and moved over to the wall, tracing her hand along the side while keeping the mace in her other hand. She looked around with careful eyes. She didn't like anything about this situation, but she needed to find weapons for the rest of the group. Little did she know they were already dispersing. "God....Don't you wish we'd have stayed home now..?" asked Beck.



Crouching down after giving a glance around, his fingers prodded at the rubber that was deflated and flat against the rim. If it was just one or two, he would've caught the tilt of the car. But someone slashed... every. single. tire. He didn't want to, but he had to agree with Em on this one. Rising to his feet, he swallowed hard. "Looks like they didn't want anyone to leave," he muttered. "Station's at least 20 miles away," he growled. "Be lucky to make it." Shaking his head, there was no way to drive on the rims of all four tires. He knew car logistics enough by then. He blinked, moving around toward the trunk at the mention of a tire iron. "I better fucking have one," unlocking it and tugging it open. He had a few random tools scattered in the trunk. "Got a tire iron and a socket wrench," the latter being a heavy duty one. Decent length and enough of a bite to it. Closing the trunk with a soft thud, he looked at Em. Whoever the psycho was, they came with intent to kill. But the question was....who wanted to kill them all"...



"You say that like you didn't know that from the start," he sneered at her only to cackle lightly at her. "Yeah, if you don't need a babysitter, then I'm not an asshole," he quipped, shaking his head at her. Paranoid" Zver" Nah....but he did check each of the other stalls to make sure there was no lurking pyschopaths. When he was sure they were alone, since she didn't seem to give a fuck that there was a murderer among them, he crossed his arms and leaned on the wall adjacent to the open stall. His eyes were locked on the doorway. Glancing over at her as she closed her eyes, "you fall asleep on the crapper, I'm giving you a swirlie," he warned before sliding his eyes back to the doorway.

Chuckling lightly, even if it didn't sound convincing, "no, you can't." His chin lifted and rested on the top of her head as they waited for Em to come back, not leaving Kai alone was a good idea.



His nose wrinkled a bit at being called a gentleman, even if it was sarcastic or if she actually meant it. Either way, it wasn't something he cared for being called. "Don't get too ahead of yourself," he muttered, following up the steps. "Right behind ya," did he look at her ass" Probably. Skeeze..

Not more than a couple feet behind her, watching her back, Dorian followed and hugged the wall. Her question had him looking in her direction, and he sighed. "We all should've stayed home. Coming here was a stupid idea," shaking his head as he stepped a bit closer. "If there's rumors of people disappearing in an abandoned, decrepit place....why people think it's a good idea to go where the rumors originated from....It's just asking for trouble," he shook his head. "My alarms have been going off all night, I should've listened to them. Should've just dragged Kai back in the car, or taken you up on your offer. Too late for that now," he sighed before it looked like they were coming up on the kitchen. "Door's right there. Finger's crossed it's the right one."



There was of course discouragement there, how couldn't there be? They were trapped now. The situation was getting more and more hopeless. No signal, no vehicle....Thankfully Hex had the tire iron as well as the socket wrench. He moved for his own truck to get out his own tire iron, sighing softly. He unlocked it and leaned inside, grabbing out what he needed and leaning back out to look at Hex. "At least we have some decent weapons....Come on, let's get back to the others..." he muttered softly.

"You even try it, I'll make sure you never use your perns...again..." Muttered Keirra before she finished up and yanked up her panties. She moved to actually get off the toilet, and lean against the opposite wall. "You gonna follow me ever-where tonight?" she asked with a pout.

"Yeah....Hindsight is 20/20," Beck said with a light shug. Then he was mentioning the door being there and she pressed her hand against it. A deep breath was taken and she swallowed hard. "Here goes nothing..." she said and shoved the door open. Probably not the best idea to close her eyes, but she had. One eye slowly peeked open and she took a breath, holding the mace out in front of herself. "Looks like this is it..." she said, moving inside.

Just as always, Hex had his back. Following after him, turning now and then and walking backwards to keep a full view around and behind them. Facing forward again, Em told him to go ahead of him and he passed by him, taking a look around. "Just you guys, huh"...Take it everyone already left to search for Mar."



Elbows rested on the counter, he was tapping lightly on the edge as he waited for Emlen to come back to get their search team going. When it was Hex that breached the doorway first, his brows knitted together and he straightened. "Hex....I thought you were going to go get the cops" What's going on?"



Doing the same thing, still holding onto Speck. Talking here and there to distract her from thoughts he assumed was haunting her mind just as much as his own were. His eyes shot over to the guys and stared, about to pipe up but Kai took care of that. Instead, he waited for answers.



Her slurred words, her confusion. He wondered if being choked out was all Sawyer did to her. Did he donkey punch her too' What the hell is wrong with you, Ko' His fingers had found his temples, massaging in slow circles as his cheeks puffed out. "Dammit, Ko. Are you fucking listening to me?" He started after her, stopping dead in his tracks when she whirled around and spat her own acidic words at him. Biting back a wince, he looked away from her and clenched his jaw, shooting her a glare next. "Fuck you, Keirra." Only for her to tell him to wait and then she was going off to puke. There was a bit of a grin on his face at that point, his arms coming to cross over his chest. Serves you right, bitch.



Boy, did he want to. He'd started to reach for it, contemplating as his fingers hovered over the handle of the pot lid until he chickened out and decided some things were better left up to mystery. "Screw that," he murmured, moving away from the stove as he started searching through drawers and over counters. He found a meat mallet that luckily didn't have any rotten meat on it, a carving knife and a potato peeler that had a sharp and hooked point to it. "This is the best I've found." Holding up the treasures collected so far.



There was a slow headshake from Emlen as he made it inside. "All of our tires have been slashed, we're not going anywhere....We need to regroup," he mumbled. "Regroup and figure this out," Emlen looked around, it looked like most of them had already left. "Okay uh...Kai, I guess you should go with Todd and Speck," he muttered with a frown. It seemed to make the most sense since that was the weakest group so far. They were pretty unarmed though, so he gave up his tire iron for the man. "Uh....Here," he mumbled awkwardly, holding it out.



Speck frowned, "All the tires were slashed.." But that means..." Yeah, she wasn't an idiot. She knew exactly what that meant. Or, she had some decent theories. Fingers moved to pull the wig off of her head and tug the blindfold off, because they were distracting an uncomfortable. Plus, if she was going to die, she didn't want to be wearing those.



Keirra looked over at him after a moment, and wiped her face. She fought the urge to fall over and lay down. He'd said fuck you, and she shook her head. "That'll never happen between us again, bish..." the drunken rogue muttered and moved for the door. "I'm out," was she always this annoyingly stubborn"



"Not a bad find," Beck said with a smile. She gathered up her own, keeping her mace in hand before heading toward the door. "Let's get the hell out of here," she said, moving for the opposite door to see where it would lead. Testing it a moment to make sure it would actually open, she looked back and waited for him.



He tried not to show the relief he felt that Em was staying with him. Logically, it would make sense for the two to split and one go with Kai, the other with Todd and Speck. Give some muscle to their groups, but he selfishly didn't voice it. Was it paranoia that he worried they wouldn't do a good enough job at watching Em's back" Maybe. He swallowed hard at that and tried not to be utterly disgusted with himself. "All of them," he nodded through his echo as Speck questioned it. She seemed to put it together and he was glad he didn't have to say it. "Yeah, Speck." He muttered with a sigh, only to see Em pass off his tire iron and held out his own. He still had the socket wrench in his other hand, so he wouldn't be unarmed.



"All the..." He blinked, clearly not getting what it truly meant. It just meant they weren't getting out. Stupid will be stupid. Shaking his head as if wiping something out of his mind, he shrugged away from the counter. A glance to Todd and Speck when he was told he was going with them. "Alright, sounds like a good plan," not thinking about either slowing him down. They could use the help with Todd having Speck. "Thanks," as he reached out and took the tire iron, his wrist turning as he studied the weight of it in his hand. Yeah, that would definitely do.



He actually rolled his eyes at her claim. "Don't have to worry about that," he gave her a mean look. "Lost that urge a while ago." Now that Sawyer had been there, he didn't want....Who are we kidding" It's Zver. He'd tap a leather bag if it was pretty enough. But he wouldn't let her know that. "Especially now," he scowled, shaking his head as he let out a frustrated groan. "Will you stop" Someone's dead and you're too fucking worried about fighting with me than caring about your own life." Whether she'd make it to the door and try to open it, or if he got their first, a sturdy hand would press to the door to stop her. Squinting, he looked her over. She was acting stranger than usual, still the typical bitch that she'd been to him for weeks now, but now....well, she wasn't usually this stupid. "What the hell's wrong with you?" Keeping at squint, he leaned toward her, trying to get a look at her eyes.

"I thought so," he chimed, his voice distorted strangely from where he was squishing his nostrils with his fingers. "Amen to that," he let out an awkward sigh as he was quick to follow in her steps toward the door. "The less time in here, the better," a glance to the pot on the stove. Yes, let's go before curiosity gets the best of me and I open that bloody thing.



The thought of adding muscle to either one of the groups hadn't so much as crossed his mind, maybe it was selfish without him even realizing it. He sighed softly and nodded to the others. "Take care of eachother, and....Be careful," he said with a firm nod. "I guess....We'll take this room..." gesturing to where Sean's body was found. Nobody knew where Martyr was but that was his best guess, really. "If you find anyone from the group, just....Try and get them here. We all need to gather eachother up and figure out our next move...The game has seriously changed..." he said, before moving toward the door.



Speck perked up a bit, taking to Todd's arm but not clinging to him so that he had a fighting chance. "If....If someone comes at you," whispered the girl. "I don't know, just let me go and defend yourself...I'll....crouch down..." This is an awful plan..." she already knew.

Keirra knew him well enough to know that all it really took was some booze and nakedness to get him in the mood. She scoffed lightly as he blocked the door and gave it a rough tug before giving up. "I dun' wanna fight with you, I just wanna walk away from you..." Keirra said in a groan, she stared right back at his eyes, and squinted lightly. "You're being weird..." her words still slurring lightly.



Yeah that was the last thing they needed. Knowing their luck it would release some sort of poisonous gas and leave them both dead where they stood. She pushed through the door, and heard voices up ahead where the hallway ended. "I think this leads to the main room..." whispered Beck as she crept forward slowly.

"If somethi-....one tries to come after you...If all else fails, just run." He shouldn't need to express that, but he did. Stopping to fight whoever was doing this might not end well, and Hex was more than a bit worried. A glance to Todd and Speck, he gave each shoulder a pat or squeeze before he was following the leader. "This doesn't feel right," he admitted in a hush whisper to Em when they weren't in ear shot of Mrs. Super Sonic Hearing.

Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he bit back a cringe. "If someone comes along, just...find somewhere to hide and don't come out unless you hear my voice. Got it?" There was a certain pleading in his voice at that.

"Whoa, whoa. What am I, chopped liver?" He snickered, which....yeah, kinda. At least he was sobering up. Yet, even without the high, he wasn't any smarter than when he was blitzed. "You guys will be fine, you got me." He tried to be more reassuring, or maybe it was just dumb ignorance and over confidence. He wasn't as big as Em or Hex, but he was still a somewhat big guy. Call him an oaf....you're not too far off, though. "Let's....uh....let's go check.." Swinging his arm about, he stopped and pointed in a random direction. "That way."



The tug didn't budge him, even putting some of his weight on the door to make sure of it. "Well, if you walk away from me, it's not going to do jack shit. I'm just going to follow," just as stubborn as she was. Leaning toward her, he sighed. "And you're being more of a dumbass than usual, will....you....just fucking hold still?" Growling at her, he released the door and actually had the audacity to try to grab her face. Trying to keep her still, he'd release his hold while staring at her eyes, in a third party perspective it might look like he was going to kiss her. On the contrary, he'd release one side of her face and hold up his index finger. "Follow my finger."



Like a puppy, he was quick to follow. Staying behind her in case something came up on them, he slowed when he heard the voices. He couldn't make them out. "Here's to hoping those are friendly," regarding the voices as his steps were even slower to not make much noise with those damn heels he was wearing.



Em wanted to give a smart-assed no shit to that one, but he didn't—if only because it was Hex. He took a final look back toward them and sighed softly. "Yeah, I don't think any of it's going to feel right..." he muttered and wiped at his face. "Let's just...try to hurry and cover more ground," Emlen said almost desperately. He hated leaving one sister to look for another, but that's the way it was looking. He moved through the room and toward the ballroom.



Speck gave a slow nod to his request. It wasn't as if she could help at all. What would she do' Hit him with that cane she no longer had" Blind attacks were stupid, and she felt like she'd just end up hurting one of them. She felt awful that they were stuck with her, but grasped Todd's arm and nodded when Kai indicated a direction. She gave him a little nudge to tell him to lead the way.



Ko pouted like a fucking child, "Then I'll run away from you..." she said in the most subborn of ways before he was grabbing her face. She struggled for a second, because she didn't want him touching her, but finally calmed down. Her eyes took a moment to settle on his finger, having to blink to unblur it. "God damn it....Fuck this..." she griped angrily.



Beck took a glance back to him, checking out behind him to make sure he didn't get ambushed, before she slowly pushed through the doorway and looked around. She saw Speck, Kai, and Todd. A relaxed little stance now as she set the 'weapons' she collected on the counter. She kept the mace for herself, "Here...If you don't already have something, take something..."



Sure, the comment was stupid, and he'd been about to go on to explain until the desperation in Em's voice had him stopping in his mental tracks. Shaking his head, he didn't want to put more strain than he was certain they both were already feeling. "Agreed," he noted, moving up beside Em now that they were through the doorway instead of behind him. They seemed to be headed for the ballroom and his spine tingled. Gritting his teeth, he gripped the socket wrench tighter and let his eyes do the talking....or more scanning for any sign of Martyr.



With Speck locked on to his arm, he'd started to head toward the stairs with them until Beck's voice had him jumping a bit before he recognized who it was. Heaving a sigh and a muttered "jesus christ", he gave a bit a smile, even if it was forced. "Sorry," to Speck in case his jumping had jumped her. With the weapons on the counter, he lead Speck back over there and let his eyes scan over them. "This will do," picking up the knife. Here's to hoping he doesn't accidentally shiv himself.

Pausing at the voices, he looked over his shoulder. "Got one," lifting up the tire iron...which triggered his memory. "Oh, shit. And....uh..." Taking the steps down from where he'd ascended a couple. "Em wanted to relay a message...Hex didn't leave." Giving Todd a look, this wasn't easy news to relay. "Beck...the uh, the tires were slashed. Hex couldn't get to the cops. They're in the ballroom. He says he wants to regroup and figure out a new strategy plan.."



"So the usual," he muttered, but there wasn't much malice behind it. He was too distracted with trying to figure out why she was acting like an idgit. Blinking, he growled at her. "I told you, stop fucking pouting at me." Her pout always fucking got him. Every damn time. He couldn't count the amount of times he did something he'd never admit to with his buddies just because of her and her stupid pouty face. "And quit bitching," he griped back at her, giving up on the finger part. But that's all he really needed. His hands left her face and he scoffed. "Fuck did he do' Choke you out and beat your head into a wall?" He made a face as he took a step away from her. "Looks like you've got a concussion, Ko." Was he bothered by that' Yeah. But he was trying to hide it. He was an asshole, but he still didn't try to physically hurt her.

"I've got some, too. So suit up." Dropping the utensils he'd found on the counter with Beck's, he kept the carving knife in his hand. He was better with sharp than blunt. The mallet just looked like he was going to drop it on a toe and break it. Pass, thank you.

He swallowed hard at Em pointing that out, but it was the question that had him making a face and cringing a bit. "She's a strong girl, Em. I'm sure she's scared, but she'll be okay." He hoped that Mar hadn't seen Sean get done in, it was bad enough losing a friend but Mar....he didn't know what Em would do if he lost a friend and saw Mar lose her shit over it. His hand reached out and squeezed Em's shoulder comfortingly before slowly pulling away, even if he really didn't want to. The guy started heading around the stage, Hex moved around the other side and called out for her. "Mar"....It's Hex. Come on out, girl. It's okay. Em's here. Everyone's worried about you."



His arm tucked in Speck's, he look at her when she made that joke and there was a twitch of a smile there. "Oh yeah?" Sure, it wasn't the best time for jokes, but it was still comforting to him. Joking was all the really did.



Snickering a bit at Speck's joke, he gave her a light pat on her shoulder before scoping around. "Let's see what?s this way.." Heading to the door that Beck and Dorian came out of. "Maybe there's some other places to check in here." Tipping his head in that direction, he started toward it but stayed close to them two for now.

"You don't want to see it, Keirra," he snapped right back. "You want to see it' Believe that this isn't some fucking joke?" Whirling around at her, it was clear that he was getting sick of her shit. Holding the door open with his hand. There was a glint of anger in his eyes, and he shook his head. "You can say that again," mumbling. Did he regret coming here" Yeah, yeah he did. He didn't really know why he'd decided to come anyways. "Come on, let's go find someone else to dump your bitch ass on if you want to be rid of me so fucking badly. Maybe your little boy toy will take you." Scoffing as he looked down at where she'd fallen on her ass. "Though I wouldn't count on it." God, he hated that fucking pout. Thanks, Beck. You bitch.

There was a smile on his face, something easy when Hex moved to call out for her. It made him feel less stupid for doing so. Circling around the stage, he saw the body and put a hand over his mouth. A hand out to Hex to keep him back, and he swallowed hard. "God....shit..." he whispered and shook his head. Sinking to the floor, he checked beneath the stage and shook his head. Nothing....Just above where Sean's body lay, he saw Speck's cane and shook his head. "Poor Speck..." he whispered and moved to collect it. He'd hold it for her, making a silent vow to get it back to her.

Speck waited for Todd to lead her after where Kai's voice came from. She looked almost emotionless behind that blindfold, which was pretty unsettling. Part of her wanted to take it off so that she might be able to catch shadows, but....There was that self consciousness about the dead paleness of her eyes. She'd gotten teased for it before. Todd didn't seem to mind, but she didn't know Kai all that well. "Yeah...Let's go..."

"I don't need you fuckin' babysisting me anyway!" Keirra said, pushing up from her seated position and leaning against the wall. Her fingers groped along the door frame and then she burst through the opening of the door. "Fuck off, Zver!" she yelled, making a break for the steps. "Just leave me the fuck alone!" she yelled.



He hadn't been looking in that direction, calling out for Mar until he was cut short with a grunt as he ran into Em's arm at the chest. "What?" His eyes followed Em's and that's when he saw the body. Visibly cringing he muttered, "Jesus Christ, dude." Realizing soon after why Em was bringing up Speck, a deep set frown spread as he saw the cane. He opened his mouth open to say something, clamping it down instead. He didn't want it to come out the wrong way. But it was one of those strange moments he was glad Speck was blind so she didn't have to see that horror. "Can't imagine," he murmured, shaking his head. Even if she couldn't see it, tripping over him had to be traumatizing for her.



Pausing at the door for them to come up behind him, he glanced at Todd before slowly pushing the door open. The tire iron was clenched in his hand tightly and he gritted his teeth. Half expecting someone to be standing behind it ready to gank him....it was clear that the paranoia hadn't left when the high did. "Stupid," he muttered when he opened the door to nothing but dim lighting. "Okay, clear. Come on."



Keeping a firm hold on Speck, he followed Kai with the knife in hand. His eyes stayed on the door as they moved through it. "You okay, Speck?" He whispered, leading her through and behind Kai as they made it down the short hallway. There was the door to the kitchen on the left, what looked like a utility closet on the right and a third door that had Todd stopping. "Where's that go".."



A frustrated growl left him at Ko's outburst. "Dammit, will you stop being such a stubborn bitch?" He'd been heading for the cooler to get some water, losing interest in the booze for now as he looked over his shoulder to see Ko making a break for those damn stairs. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He growled, dropping the lid of the cooler as he started after her. "You say you don't, but clearly you're being a fucking mopey child right now!"



"Yeah, me neither..." he muttered and shook his head. Folding up the cane he lowered it to his side and took in a deep breath. "There's....there's nothing else over here, let's..." Trailing off at that, he slowly moved past Hex and away from the body. He hadn't even drank that much, but felt like he had a belly full of sour liquor sitting in it. He groaned softly and began to head across the ballroom. "Martyr" I need you to give me a sign if you can hear me, honey..."

Speck felt her breath caught in her chest as Kai pushed the door open. The eerie noise rang out as the door cried softly beneath his push. She took in a sharp, shuddering breath before moving to follow along with Hex as he moved inside. "Todd...." she whispered softly as she moved along with him blindly.



This couldn't be real, right' He had to be screwing with her. It had to be some elaborate prank. Oh, Sean's dead! Come on, spend time with me, and the night will end with you getting doused in pig blood. No thanks. "Fuck off, Zver! If someone kills me they fucking kill me, but you're not going to be the last thing that I see!" Keirra yelled and ran up the stairs, tripping for a moment before scrambling up. She moved to break into the endless hallways of the upstairs, hoping to disappear in within those eerie halls.

Hex, can shower in front of a group of dudes after practice without blinking an eye. Pee, though' For some reason, it just wouldn't come out. Letting out a sigh, eyes closing as he waited for it to come. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose....and that's when his smile slowly spread at the sound of Em tapping out a rhythm then singing that damn song. Barking a bit of a laugh, it was only a few seconds before the lack of silence had him able to release his business. His own humming under his breath before he was done soon after and walking out of the stall with his head shaking and a smirk on his face. "Thanks for that," giving a fleeting glance at Em.



Keeping his eyes on Kai's back, watching after him as he chuckled a bit at Speck. "I second that..." Still watching, he squinted once Kai breached the room and leaned toward Speck, "yeah?" And that's when he heard the small creak that had him turning his head and managed to catch no more than a mere glimpse, start to say "Speck, Ru-..." then lights out for chubby as he got clocked on the side of the head instead and slumped to the ground.



Luckily, the room was mostly empty. There weren't any rancid meat hanging from the hooks drifting from the ceiling, but there was definitely a bit of a putrid smell coming from the back. The light swung around the large, square room and he shook his head. "Guys, she's not he-.." Stopping as he heard the double thud, he whirled around to the steps to see the cloaked figure with the pig's mask. "HOLY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK"!" He yelped, lifting the tire iron up for defense before he looked at Speck and tried to whip the tire iron at the figure....only to miss terribly and his sole defensive weapon slid across the cement floor and under the wooden stairs. He always was a terrible toss.

"And I'd slap her do-how-hownnn!" Emlen was really getting into it, it seemed. Even after the stream started, it was when Hex began walking out that he stopped and snickered at the man. "Anytime, bro," said Emlen with a nod of his head. He lifted the cane and inspected it before sighing softly, balling up his fists. Was it horrible that he just wanted to stay in here in the privacy of Hex's company and damn everyone else? Yeah....Probably. "Ready to get back to it?" he asked after a moment.



Speck heard the impact, heard the breathing, and heard those cut off lyrics that spilled from Todd's mouth. "Todddd!" she cried out and crouched down to retrieve that knife from her boot. Her hands were shaking violently as she pulled it out and held it in front of herself. A shivering breath left her as she looked left and right, listening. The clatter of Kai's weapon had her turning her head.



The figure stared at Kai, and as he took up that defensive stance it held up that meat hammer and pointed it at him. It was the stoner throwing the weapon like a fool that had the figure tilting its head ever so lightly. Speck was in the way, it aimed to kick her in the belly and send her tumbling into the boxes. Whether it worked or not, the figure would be stalking towards Kai at a slow pace, tsk-ing lightly behind the mask.



The fact that Em got so into it eased some of the tension in his shoulders. For a moment, it might've just felt like the two were goofing off again, and it was a relief. But the sight of his inspection of the cane had that notion wiped off quick. It was that little bit of a moment together that had him not wanting to leave the room, had him wishing they could just hole out there until morning and then just break free when they could see. But they couldn't. There were things to do, people to be found and they couldn't condemn the rest of the group with their selfish thoughts. "As ready as I'll ever be," he muttered nodding his chin toward the door. "Let's go."

Todd heard those cries like they were coming from the end of a tunnel, his vision was momentarily blacked out and he was conscious enough to know that things were happening but couldn't understand them enough or find the strength to move. He tried to, but it just made him more exhausted. He slumped further against a pile of boxes.



A tick of a glance between the weapon rendered useless and the figure who was now pointing at him. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. That last shred of hope, or at least a distraction as he hummed his phone at the figure, this time his aim was better and it went soaring at the pig killer. Not that it would do jack shit for damage to them...with any luck, it would give him time to run, right' Turning on a heel, instead of making it for the stairs he ran into the meat locker in hopes that maybe he could find a door to go outside. Bolting into the room, with no light and means of seeing where he was going..

A sickening wet sound rang through, the jingle of chains and the gargling wet sputter from the idiot's mouth as he hung himself on a meat hook. Guess throwing his only source of light was a piss poor idea.

Emlen took in a deep breath, and put his hand on the door. "Get ready," he mumbled and then pulled the door wide open and stepped in front of the doorway to look out. It was all clear, "Alright, let's check the other bathroom..." muttered Emlen, and then they could go ahead and cross this room from their list. Maybe someone else had luck, but Hex was right before. It was too quiet. Didn't sound like anyone else was calling out....or even screaming.



The kick landed and threw her off her feet. She scrambled and stumbled backwards before crashing into the boxes and rolling off into the floor. She let out the faintest of whimpers, having managed to cut into her own thigh on the tumble. Blood oozed from the wound and pooled beside her, but she didn't move. She figured her only chance right now was to play dead. So she laid there, unable to help her friends. For all she knew, Todd was dead. Kai was next, and she was the blind girl that was holding them back and got them killed.



A firm nod from Hex at the ready, he pulled the socket wrench from his belt loop and held tight as the door was swung open. After Em's check and cleared words, "right behind you," he promised. His steps trailed after Em, watching his back as they moved on to the next bathroom. He didn't hear any of the others, you'd think they were just playing some sick game of hide and seek. But there were darker intentions here tonight, darker than either of them even knew. And it was no more than a few rooms and a stairwell away.



Once more, the head tilted in that sickeningly condescending way, even as the phone hit its shoulder and sent it back a step. Kai took off running, and slowly the figure bent down to lift his phone. The screen was shattered, and it stared through the slits for eyes in the mask as it pulled up the camera. With the meat tenderizer ready, the figure stalked towards the room. The camera app was brought up, and swinging the door further open, it began snapping pictures. The flash showed glimpses of Kai twitching and bleeding from the hook. Snapping a couple photos, the figure simply walked away. Its job had been done for it. No interest in Speck or Todd, it went up the stairs to place the phone with the pictures on screen on the front counter.

"I swear, it's just a never ending cess pool of dirty hotel rooms and dust bunnies." Crinkling his nose as they were checking yet another room upstairs. Wiping his hand on the black corset that was dirtier than a whore's mind at this point. Dorian looked over his shoulder at Beck, shaking his head as he closed yet another closet door. "She's not in this one either," a sigh of seeming defeat before he leaned against a desk in the room. Waving his hands back and forth, he chimed a "breaaaaak. I need a break." Heels were a horrible idea for sure.

The bottle of water was long gone by now, but he still clutched the guitar. Seeming to have calmed down, he wasn't gripping it to the point of strangulation anymore. Instead, it was propped on his shoulder while he walked beside Freya. He wasn't sure how long they'd been at it, but the place surrounding the Hell Hotel seemed to just be endless fields. "Where else could she have gone" I can't imagine she'd make it all the way to the woods....would she?" The idea had his eyes bulging as he looked fearfully at Frey. Please don't tell me we're going into the creepy woods at night! No, no, no!

Beck gestured to the bed, "Alright, alright....Sit down..." she muttered and took another glance around the hotel room. They were all starting to look the same to her, anyways. She set down her mace and looked over at the door, moving to shut it so at least if someone came in, they'd be able to have a fighting chance of preparing themselves. The lock was clicked, but the doors were so old, she couldn't imagine it would take a lot of effort to break. "Rest for a minute, I'll keep look out.."

Freya looked over at Craig and shook her head. "If she's in the woods, we probably wouldn't find her..." she mumbled softly, and then shook her head. "Don't worry, we're not going in there..." Freya told him and gave him a little nudge. "We should probably head back inside, though. Try and find the others.." In her trek outside, she found herself a tire iron in one of the unlocked cars. She'd put together that Hex didn't make it anywhere by looking at the tires. "Come on.." she whispered.

"Thank the gods," he groaned and shuffled his way to the bed. Taking the opportunity, he let out a sigh. "Should've brought my other shoes in from the car," he muttered to himself, his eyes lifting to where Beck was playing guard as he let himself settle onto the edge of the bed. Rolling his ankles, he tilted his head. "How are you holding up, Beck?" A genuine question, they had gone through so many rooms by now he'd lost count. The hallways seemed to be a never-ending maze with room after room. They were all blurring together and the longer they went, the less hope rang out for some. Dorian didn't lose hope that often, but he wanted to make sure Beck was okay.

A shiver rolled down his spine at the way she said that and he visibly relaxed at the sound of them not going in the woods. Holy shit, there is a higher power! Fat chance, Craig. If it was anything, only the devil was to blame in this Hellhole. Bobbing his head, those wide eyes were locked on her as he seemed more than ready. "Amen to that, let's goooo." More comfortable about her than the others, the little bit of strangeness seemed to come out. His nose twitched as he struggled to keep the mustache on, but it was moot when half just wasn't sticking anymore. It flopped forward with the little bit of breeze and tickled his nose. "Screw you, moussetache." He grumbled, tearing it off with a light yelp and tried to throw it on the ground, only for it to get stuck to his finger and he started flapping his hand about like a kitten with tape on it's paw. "Get-off, get-off, get-off."

After the room was secure, she moved to sit near him on the corner of the bed with her mace resting upon her lap. "I uh....I don't really know," Beck said with a soft shake of her head. "It doesn't feel real, y'know" Before tonight my biggest fear was seeing Emlen and reliving all of that rejection, and....Now" Now someone is apparently trying to kill us all..." she sighed softly and shook her head. "We're all fuckin' kids, y'know" Sean's gone and....That's all he gets?" she sighed softly. "Sorry, I'm fine..."

With the tire iron lax at her side, she snickered lightly at Craig. It was hard not to smile at his antics, even with the shituation at hand. She took in a breath and leaned forward, plucking off the mustache and folding it before dropping it to the ground. "It's okay, it can't hurt you anymore..." she assured him , and then brought those hazel eyes up to meet his, still grinning like an idiot.

His eyes landed on her and he listened to her. Silent for a moment after, he gave her a slow smile that was an attempt at reassurance. "We'll find her, Beck. We'll find her, collect everyone and get the hell out of here. Even if we have to walk 10 bloody miles, we'll make it out of here. They can't take us all if we're together." His smile faltered a bit, thinking about Sean. "The good die young. Children die on a regular basis, but there's at least some hope that they're in a better place." Was he really pulling that card on her" Yeah, it was a meager attempt to ease her mind, but he tried. "You don't have to apologize to me, love. Feelings are feelings. You're handling it better than many here. You took charge, you have a right to your thoughts." Looking away, another roll of his ankles and he was slowly pushing to his feet and holding his hand out to help her up. "Let's find that girl and get the bloody hell out of here, huh?"

The brave savior helped him out of the mustache predicament and he looked at her like she was a goddess, even if it was just her taking a sticky costume 'stache off his finger. Beaming a smile that squinted his eyes, he even so much as took a step back to bend at the waist. "Thank you, dear Messiah. The mustache got the best of me," standing straight again. Sure, the situation didn't call for his ridiculousness, but it was better than spazzing/fainting/crying about what was going on. "Shall we?" Turning on a heel and lifting one leg, only to hold it there for a moment before promptly marching toward the building like a cowardly soldier.

Yeah, there was a part of her that didn't quite believe it, but....His words did manage to put a smile on her face. A deep breath was taken into her lungs, and then he was standing. "You sure you don't want to sit for a little longer..?" asked Beck, he'd only sat down for a short period of time. Even with her hesitation, she took his hand and climbed to her feet. She was dressed more practical than the others, that was for sure. "Or maybe take off your shoes and go barefoot?"

Freya was the best savior! She held her head high for a moment in a playful manner, but then caught herself. Craig had managed to put her at ease and bring out a few smiles since they'd been together, but that didn't mean now was the time to smile. She took a look around to make sure nobody was behind them, and then moved to follow after Craig. She kept the tire iron up, and nodded after him moving to catch up.

No, it wasn't very long but he felt guilty resting his piggies while a girl was missing. This wasn't about him, it was about her. Shaking his head, "I'll make it." He flashed her a smile, helping her to her feet before pausing at her suggestion. "Hm....now that....that's not a bad idea." He'd rather have dirty feet and risk the litter on the floor than a broken ankle. It wasn't as if the place was completely trashed. He'd just take care of where he stepped. "One moment, love," he chimed, sitting down once more to fiddle with the straps on the heels before he kicked them off. Now a couple inches shorter when he stood, he was still a tall guy. He groaned, "heavens, that's so much bloody better." His eyes nearly rolled at how much his feet were thanking him for taking those off.

They made their way to the building....with a few moments where a bat squeaked or an owl hooted that had him yelping and whirling about with his guitar held high like he was ready to bash something with it. Eyes all doe like and panicked before he realized what it was. "Wildlife is the bane of my existencccce," he hissed under his breath, letting the guitar fall against his shoulder as he took a couple subtle-but-not-subtle-at-all steps towards Freya as they made it to the building.

Beck smiled as he took her suggestion, and watched him strip off his heels. "Good," she said, and nodded to him. "Ready to do this thing?" asked the girl who was dying for a cigarette right about now. "We'll check a couple more rooms and regroup at the front, check and see if anyone is around..." A deep breath was taken in and she nodded towards the door, mace in hand as she twisted the lock and turned the handle slowly.

Freya looked over toward the noises, and laughed lightly. "Ko would love that..." she mumbled before giving him a light pat on the back. "You're being a brave deputy, Craig.." she said with a grin and then moved to lead him inside. She looked around before fully entering the building. The faint glow of the cell phone screen was the first to catch her eye. "I think someone left their phone here.."

At this point, Dorian wasn't much of a smoker but even he could go for one at the moment. But he didn't let it show as he nodded and wiggled his freed toes. "She won't be found if we hang out here all night," he snickered lightly as he made his way after Beck. Shaking his finger at her lightly, "I agree. Who knows, maybe someone else came up with something." Even a little hint of where Mar was better than nothing, or a way out of here. The knife was pulled carefully out of where it was tucked against his hip and he gripped the handle, giving her a slow nod as she turned the handle. "Open the door, then take a step back," voicing concerns as he didn't really trust closed doors.

He'd missed the Ko comment, scouting eyes looking for something to come out at them. It took him a moment before his heart stopped racing, but the words of sentiment have him a light smile. "Please, we both know I'm a chicken. I appreciate the lie though," and yet even that fact didn't seem to bother him. He didn't act like a pity party or woe is me. He even winked at her with a smirk as they got to the door and went in front of him through the doorway. "Their phone?" He glanced around her shoulder and squinted at it. "Wasn't that the guy's phone" The one that was playing the music?" He remembered him fiddling with it while changing songs.

"There's another set of stairs this way," she said with a sigh. "But this place is huge, she could be in any one of these rooms..." Beck muttered and placed her hand on the wall. "We've checked all the rooms this way," pointing down the hall, "No sign of her in there, definitely didn't see her run past..." Beck stretched out and sighed once more. She was pretty exhausted herself, though she doubted she'd feel comfortable sleeping for a while. "Come on, let's move out.."

"Alright, well..." Freya swallowed hard and moved toward the phone. She kept it away from him and looked back at the picture. She couldn't help the wince that made itself apparent on her face before she shook her head and set the phone down. "From the picture it looks like he's in....a meat locker....Let's..." There was an apologetic look on her face for what she said next. "Let's go look for a basement..." she whispered softly.

He let out a sigh, more things started piling onto their plate. A displeased look was shot at Zver for losing the girl, but he bit back the harshness of it. He could tell the guy was hurting over it more than he was letting on, but it still didn't make it okay. "We should look for a while, but if she doesn't turn up...we should inform the others we have another missing persons." Shaking his head, he walked out of the room, avoiding anything potentially harmful to step on.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, but didn't specify who he was calling an idiot. An irritated nod, he turned in the direction she was pointing to. "Let's get this shit moving, I don't want to find her.." He trailed off, his jaw gritting as he didn't finish that thought. Find her dead" Find her in a coma because she all of a sudden decided it was nap time" A sigh left him that puffed his cheeks. "Let's just go." Starting off down the hall, his actions quick as he started opening doors and looking into the rooms.

Was she trying to give the guy a heart attack"! He just saw a guy hung on a meat hook through a phone camera and now she was suggesting going straight to the body' "Why are we going to go look for the body"!" He squeaked, eyes saucer wide at this point as he stared, terrified. "Isn't the picture enough' What if..." He wrung his hands, fingers lacing and unlacing. "What if the killer's still down there?" And I faint at the sight of blood, that could put us both in danger. What if they left the picture there, hoping we'd go to the spot and take us out' Lure us, trap us" Oh god, oh fuck, no no no no. "I'm not going to let you go alone though. So if you're going," he took a deep breath that honestly wanted him to hurl again. He looked at her with those big doe eyes. "I'll go with you." DAMMIT!

Beck looked at him and softened, "She's fine," she said through a breath of hot air as she continued forward. "I don't think Keirra has the ability to die, anyways....I once saw her drink almost an entire bottle of vodka at a party, fall down a flight of stairs, and she still made it to school on Monday," she said with a shake of her head. Though that was probably because her foster parents were strict as all hell when it came to school. Not much of anything else, though.

"I know it's scary..." she mumbled and looked at him. "But if Emlen....If he was with Kai and he's down there, he might need our help..." Entertaining the idea that he's not the psycho murderer. "We don't have to look at the body," she said, grabbing the guitar and holding it out to him. "All you have to do is scream if you see anything, deal?" she asked with a smile. "And I'll let you in on a secret," Freya said, looking at him with a serious expression. "I'm scared, too."

He didn't really look at her as she spoke. "She better be," he muttered. Zver was always shit at showing he cared at all, often mistaken for not giving a damn. But this wasn't her pulling her usual shit, this wasn't their usual fights. Now, she was off on her own with a concussion and some asshat had already killed Sean. He didn't even know about Kai yet, or what Hex and Em knew. If he did....he'd probably be showing his worry a lot more. Snickering under his breath, he ticked his eyes to Beck but it was a fleeting gesture. "At least she knows to drink the good shit," the Russian muttered as he kept going, swinging open the door room after room.

Watching the exchange between the two, his own expression softened. Hanging with Beck, he leaned in her direction. "I think he still loves her, you know," he muttered, a hushed whisper as he opened a door and gave a look inside. Hardly any furniture. No Ko or Mar. Shaking his head, he sighed. They're both idiots. But they were young. Drama, drama, drama.

He nodded slowly when she said it was scary. It was. Basements were already creepy, but basements in a presumed haunted asylum/hotel" Where people were dying tonight' It was utterly, spine-tingling terrifying. Her point was right. If Em isn't the killer, he could be in trouble and hurt. He didn't want paranoia to block out the possibility that he wasn't and leave him down there. He reached with shaking hands and grasped the guitar. Taking a deep breath, "you're right. He could need our help, we should go." Nodding along, he stared at her for a moment to her admittance. You'd think that the tough one saying they were scared would only make him worry, but it was oddly comforting to not be the only one who was scared right now. He smiled but it didn't meet his eyes. "I'm just glad I don't need to pee.." He muttered, insinuating the idea of going to the basement might make him want to. He looked to the doorways, logic kicking in. "I'd assume the meat locker is near the kitchen." He looked to the door and swallowed hard. "I'm....I'm ready."

They hope. Beck moved quickly throughout the rooms, checking all the nooks and crannies before moving on to the next. It was beginning to be more and more hopeless with each room found empty. "C'mon Keirra....Martyr...Where are you guys..?" she asked with an annoyed tone over her voice. Why hadn't they bumped into anyone aside from Zver. She was beginning to think they were the last three left.

Freya checked out the area, pulling the meat locker door free and shining the light on Kai's body. She winced lightly and shut the door behind herself with a soft groan. "Looks like the area is clear..." she muttered, still checking around. She heard Todd's voice and let out a relieved sigh. At least he was still alive, but it looked like they were not only down Mordekai, but also Speck.

The boxes were scattered where she landed, and there was a small pool of blood in her place. It stretched out at the very end and made a light, weak blood trail. If it was followed, it would lead to what looked like a large, double wide locker. The door was slightly cracked, and there was a bit of blood dripping out of it.

On the ball now that the situation was far more dire than he even knew, he was diving from room to room and checking any place that little brat could be hiding. He was distantly looking for Mar since she was missing too, but his main focus was looking for Keirra. At this point, he needed something to ease his nerves, and since him and Sawyer's fall out....well, his past fix was no longer an option. Dipping his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and light one as he searched. He wouldn't bring himself to drink, not until they were out of there. Not that his churning stomach would allow it to stick, anyways. "Stop being a stubborn bitch and just come out," he growled, hypocritically at that...

On the other side, a ways ahead, he was checking room after room with nothing turning up. "You sure you said she was up here" I'm not seeing anyone," speaking what Beck was thinking.

He caught a glimpse of what was in the meat locker, just a leg but that's all he needed to squeeze his eyes shut. A picture was bad enough, he didn't want to see the actual corpse of Kai. Opening them again, he put his hands on Todd's shoulders. "Easy. What happened?"

Wincing at the pain rocking his skull, he fingered the wound on the side of his head as he tried to remember. What did happen" The three were going down to the basement to look for Mar...then Kai told them to wait while he checked out the room and the....meat locker....then there was a creak...."Shit. Someone came down here, I only got a little bit of a look. But they were wearing..." His brows furrowed, trying to collect his memories but the image wasn't coming. "Fuck, I can't remember. It was lights out after that. Speck and Kai aren't down here?" He looked between the two, making slow motions.

Beck looked through one room, and fished out her own pack of cigarettes. She fitted it to her lips and sparked it up before continuing her search. She ducked down to look under the bed, and then back up to look in the closet. "I'm thinking we're going to have to regroup and give up on the search until we find more people....There's too many rooms."

Sure enough, Keirra was one room down. The door was slightly cracked, and she was curled up on the bed. There was a bit of chocolate smeared around her mouth from the chocolatey snack cake she'd eaten. Keirra had somehow managed to run up the stairs, back down the other side, grab some food, and get back to a bed without Zver finding her. Sneaky little bitch. She was cuddling a bottle of vodka, and she seemed to be teetering on the edge of sleep with the booze and food baby. There were several other snack cake wrappers littered around her.

"Kai's..." God, she didn't know how to say it. "He's dead....The killer must've gotten to him while you were knocked out..." She mumbled, "Wait....If you were with Kai....What happened to Emlen" Wasn't Emlen supposed to be with Kai?" asked Freya, clearly missing the point that Speck was missing, lost in her own mystery.

Up ahead of the other two, he opened the door and caught a body on one of the beds. The door swung open, he mumbled a thank heavens only to call to the others, "She's in here, guys. Ko's in here." Before entering the room.

Apparently Zver was high strung enough that the call from Dorian had him bolting -even skidding a bit- out of the room he was currently turning over for that idgit and nearly sprinting to the room Dorian had gone into. Catching himself on the doorframe and almost tripping, he jogged into the room. "It's about fucking time." He sighed, brows furrowing at the sight of her laying down. He momentarily panicked, thinking she was in coma mode as he flicked the cigarette away and dashed forward to the side of the bed....only to probably Ko's annoyance, hover over her and pat her face before forcing her to half-assed sit up. "Ko, Ko. Keirra. Wake the fuck up. Don't you dare fall asleep on me, bitch."

Todd stared with his unfocused vision on Frey as she spoke. His eyes pulled away and darted back and forth, lost for a moment in his head as if he was trying to register that information, or try to get his memory back. "He's.....dead"..." The night was wearing on the chubster and he slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head forward. "I knew the basement was a stupid idea.." He muttered, holding out his arm. "Help me up, Craig." His voice was sad but mostly tired as he looked back to Frey. "Em?" He shook his head. "He went with Hex. The tires were slashed, so Hex came back in. Em and Hex went off to search for Mar, Kai came with me and Speck."

Frey was breaking the bad news, and he let her. He knew even less how to break news like that. He wasn't even sure if Todd and Kai were even friends. But it still wasn't easy news. "Hold on," to Todd when he requested help up, he narrowed his eyes at something that caught his eye and he swung the phone's light in that direction. "Is.....is that blood?" He swallowed hard, trying not to pass out or throw up at the sight of it. "Guys, I think that's blood." His hand did come out for Todd then, trying to help him up as he kept the light on the trail that seemed to weave through the fallen boxes.[/color

Dorian called out and she stopped what she was doing to go to that room. The two of them surrounded Keirra, and she opted to be the one to guard the door. She sat just outside of it with her mace in her hand and waited for them to get her situated. There wasn't much she could do, save for mace poor Keirra.

Man, she was comfortable....Her body was full of ho-hos and deliciousness, and here came Zver to ruin it, as always. He patted her cheek and her face scrunched up lightly, then he was lifting her and she swatted the air around herself with a light whine. "Quit it, Jewbaby..." she groaned and tried to shove away from him. "I'm doing important stuff....my raft is broken..." she mumbled and tried to lay back down.

"I'll check it out..." Freya whispered as Craig took on the responsibility of helping up Todd. She looked back at the two, and then up the stairs before she went back to following the trail with the light. "...it leads to that cabinet..." she whispered, pointing to that metal cabinet with her light. There was hesitation there.

As Zver went to Ko, he looked back at Beck. He didn't feel comfortable leaving her in the hallway by herself. So he stood in the middle of the room between the two, letting the fuzzy headed Russian to try to rouse the other, able to come to aid of either should they get in trouble.

She could call it ruining all she wanted, but if she fell asleep, he had a feeling she wasn't waking back up. He grumbled when she swatted at him, his legs moving to kneel on the bed beside her as he tried to keep her upright. "No, bitch. You're not laying back down, you need to wake up." His brows furrowed as she brought up a raft, shaking his head and assumed it was booze and the concussion making her act like an idiot. "Keirra motha-fuckin' Owens. If you don't wake your bitch ass up, I'm going to do something you don't want me to," he warned, growling under his breath. If he couldn't coax her awake....he might be able to piss her off enough to wake up enough to smack him. He was good for that, at least.

Luckily, he wasn't overly scrawny....but it was definitely some muscle work to help the chubby guy up, with his help he managed and was able to put Todd's arm around his shoulders and get them to their feet. He was slouched from the weight, but he watched Frey approach the cabinet in question. "Be careful," he whimpered, his legs like a deer ready to bolt at the first sign of sketchy crazy killer.

He was still dazed and confused, able to at least give Craig some assistance on helping his ass up instead of just being dead weight. He watched Freya go to the cabinet, his brows furrowing as he stared on. "....I swear if it's another fucking dead body..." He grumbled, tired of losing friends tonight as he watched on. He also hoped it wasn't Speck...that thought had a sense of dread in the pit of his belly. That blood...

"Don't...threaten me with a good time..." she muttered lightly, leaning her face against his hand. She blinked her eyes a few times to focus and gave her head a little shake as if she could shake the dizziness away like a dog with wet hair. He wasn't kidding, she knew the seriousness in his tone, but focusing was hard. Her tongue lashed out against her lips, "Mk...kay....I'm up..." she muttered lightly, fingers working off the cap and lifted the bottle to her lips.

Freya inspected the girl, who had her ears plugged tight and was rocking lightly. There was a knife in her hand near her head as she tried to tune everything out. "No, she's not..." she answered with a shake of her head. "She's....Plugging her ears and..." Freya was disappointed, it was way too easy to kill her right then. "...rocking. I think she's traumatized...I'm afraid to touch her, she has a knife in her hand."

There was a bit of softness on his expression that he bit back, that familiar urge that had him wanting to just hold her for a while. Did he miss her" Well, you wouldn't find him admitting it out loud. He forced out a snicker, "then I won't put something in your ass if you fall asleep." As if that was a threat. His hand cradled her even as she leaned into it. Fighting a second urge to caress that cheek with his thumb like he used to do when she'd put her face in his hand. He swallowed hard and pushed a lock of hair out of her face after she'd shook her head like a dog. "Can you stand" No, no." Shaking his head, he tried to pull the bottle away from her mouth. "You won't be if you drink yourself stupid." Even though she'd somewhat already done so. "Come on, get your ass up." He grunted, worming his way off the bed to his feet as he tried to get her up.

He cringed when Frey said that she wasn't okay, thinking the worst until word came to him that she was moving and at least alive. "It's cool, bring me over to her," to Craig who helped him slowly over to Speck. He had to be careful but he thought he could get her to snap out of it enough to hear him. He hoped, anyways. As Craig helped him over to the cabinet, helped him crouch down. His hands were slow as he went as if he was going to grab her hand so she couldn't swing the knife at him. If he could be quick enough, he might be able to stop her from shanking him long enough to speak. "Speck, it's Todd. It's me, it's okay. It's....over now. The bad guy's gone."

When he pulled the bottle away, she was left sucking air in a pathetic way. "Mghn..." she whimpered softly before sighing and nodding slowly. Keirra would be a filthy liar if she said she didn't miss the closeness, didn't miss the safety she felt whe his arms were around her. He climbed off the bed, and she whined lightly. "Can't we jusss'....Nap for like...a mirnurt...?" she asked with a light pout. Sorry, Zver. Can't turn off that pout tonight, it seemed. She swallowed hard, wincing as the bruising in her throat conflicted with the action, and she shook her head once more. Slowly she began to climb to her feet. "I'm good, I'm good..." she muttered.

Speck screamed out loudly as the assaulter grabbed her hand, and she began thrashing wildly. Kicking and screaming as to make all the noise she possibly could before his voice invaded her eardrums, and just like that, everything stopped. "Todd?" she asked, the blindfold had been stripped off already, and was laying on the floor of the cabinet. She reached out with her free hand to touch his face, and then was all but attempting to melt against him. "Todd!" she yelped and wrapped her arms tightly around him—if he let her, of course.

Reaching around her, he recapped the bottle and tossed it on the bed. Staying sober would probably be a better idea until they were in the clear and not hunted down like animals. He sighed softly, "I wish we could, KoKo." Wincing a bit as that old nickname fell off his tongue like a hot iron. He had to swallow and look away for a moment. "But you go to sleep...well, I don't think I need to repeat myself." The brat pouted again and he tapped her bottom lip with the pad of his finger, puffing out his cheeks at her. "Stop ittttt," he whined. She what the damn pout did to him! But this time, he couldn't give her what she wanted. When she started to climb to her feet, his hands came to her sides to support her if she needed, a sigh of relief there as she was finally up and not fighting him anymore. "Alright, we should head downstairs and maybe find the others," he looked over to the other two, his arm locked tightly around Ko's waist as if by letting go, he'd lose her again.

He kept a grip on her hand so the blade didn't nick herself or him. "Whoa, Speck, Speck!" When she trashed and kicked, his hand coming out to steady one of her knees and smiled lightly when she stopped. "Yeah, Specktator. It's just me. Craig and Freya are here, too." He let her touch his face, squinting as the hands roamed until she all but flung herself into him and his arms were there to catch her. "It's okay, I've got ya. What happened to your leg, Speck?" That was quite a bit of blood, wondering if the attacker had got her too before she managed to get away. He looked over his shoulder and gave the other two a nod.

The girl didn't mean to pout at him, it just sort of happened naturally with her, especially when she was around him. She looked over at him, and didn't protest in the slightest when he wrapped an arm around her. "Please don't pour pig's blood on me..." she muttered with her cheek pressed against him. She needed the support right now, probably couldn't run away if she tried. She needed something with caffeine. Hopefully there were energy drinks in the cooler.

Speck just sat there for a moment, creepy pale blues flickering as they blinked away tears. She held on tightly to him and whimpered lightly. "I cut it....The...the killer hit me and I fell down and cut myself...and I played dead..." she admitted with all the shame in the world as she continued to cling to him. "I think Kai is..." she sniffled lightly. "When it was quiet I crawled and hid..."

His brows furrowed and he shook his head, scoffing a bit. "Relax, Carrie. No one's pouring pig's blood on you," his arm locked tightly around her as he nodded to Dorian to make it out of the room. He really wished it was some sick joke, his entire tune had changed since the knowledge they were all being picked off came to light. Now, he just cared about getting Ko out of there safely. She was his first priority at the moment. He started toward the door while playing the role of leaning post for the concussed drunken Russian. Surely, Hex had some Redbulls in the cooler he'd brought. If not to mix drinks with, then to stay up all night in that creepy place.

Zver managed to get to Ko, and he gave an approving nod as he went to the doorway and waited for the two to come out. He glanced down to Beck and offered his hand out to her. "Let's just hope someone has some good news....hm?" There was a small smile on his face.

He could hear the shame in her voice and he gave her a tight hug for comfort. "No, Speck. That was a really good idea. You kept yourself safe, that's what matters." He nodded slowly and ran his fingers through her hair, "yeah....he's....he's gone. It's okay. You did what we talked about. What I hoped you'd do." He shifted a bit beneath her and looked at her leg. "Do you think you can walk? We should get out of this basement..." His eyes ticked to the meat locker. He didn't want to be down there anymore, he doubted the others would either, but he also didn't want Speck down there anymore.

For a moment, it felt like they were back in the old days and causing trouble together. He enjoyed the moment while it lasted, even if it would be short lived eventually. Her giggling had him smirking and he snickered as she stumbled a bit. "Easy there, Bambi." Steering her back in his direction as he gave Beck an easy grin. "And?" Whether she had or not, he wasn't sorry. He might have a pee and puke cannon at his side, ready to point her and let it go! To the stairs they went.

He covered his mouth and nose with one hand while he held onto Craig with the other. "Ugh, this place is terrible for my upchuck reflexes." He was still a bit woozy from the head trauma, and the smell of the place had his stomach rolling. He used the front of his shirt and lifted it over his nose, trying to filter out some of the stench and breathe through his mouth. He didn't want to have to stop to lose his cookies.

"We're almost through," he muttered to Todd and was waving his hand in front of his face. Luckily, he'd thought to breathe through his mouth immediately and was hot on Frey and Speck's heels.

Beck scoffed and rolled her eyes, and Keirra looked at Zver. "What scorpion crawled up her snooch?" It made sense in her head. She'd be awful grumpy if there was a scorpion in her snooch. She let out a faint groan and rested her cheek against Zver, steady again as they marched forward, hopefully not to their deaths.

"Almost there," Freya mumbled and brought her through the kitchen and down the hall to the main room. "Here, sit..." she said, giving her the gentlest of pushes. "I need to work on that cut," she muttered, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cooler and looking around for some form of fabric to tie around.

Speck could immediately appreciate the fresh air as Freya brought them to the main room. She walked right until Freya led her to a cooler and instructed her to sit. She bit her lip as the girl began to work on her leg immediately.

Snickering under his breath, he couldn't find much humor in it unforunately. Death was the scorpion that crawled up her snootch. It was hard to be happy when they knew that someone was coming after them. The groan had his hazels ticking down to her and his hand came up behind her back to slip into her hair and rub the back of her neck gently. The stairs were in sight at least, that was something. He glanced back at Dorian who was still behind them.

Making it to the main room was a blessing in disguise. Letting out a slow sigh, the air was like heaven in his nose and lungs. "Finally," he muttered under his breath and he let out a grunt as Craig helped him settle down to the floor against the counter so he could rest. At least the room wasn't spinning as bad when he was sitting down.

Freya's little helper looked over his shoulder at her, "looking for something?" Letting Todd rest, he stood to his feet. Assumptions made, and basic knowledge that the wound needed to be covered. He shrugged out of the suit jacket he was wearing before getting out of the button up shirt beneath. Using his teeth, he tore a thick strip of the white shirt off of it and held it out to Frey. "Will this work?"

Yeah, it wasn't all that real to Keirra just yet. Probably would get real when she saw the blood on Speck's hands, and a wounded, fellow concussed Todd. She let out a happy little hum when he ran his fingers into her hair and rubbed her neck, but the stairs weren't going to be too much fun. Beck started down them, and Keirra kept a lean on Zver. Here's to hoping she doesn't stumble down them and kill them both.

Freya nodded and took the cloth from Craig. She pulled off the cap of the bottle and frowned, "This is going to hurt," she warned her, seconds before dumping the alcohol on the deep gash. Once that was over, she would tie the cloth around her leg to make sure she wouldn't lose anymore blood.

The fact that Speck was blind probably didn't help things. She screamed out, her fingers sinking into the cooler to keep from defensively swatting at Freya. It was already painful and it felt like she'd just rubbed salt into her wound. "Freya stop!" she yelled out and whimpered. Soon, it was over and she took a couple of breaths. It still hurt like hell, but it didn't feel like Freya was trying to kill her.

Good moments in circumstances like this were still worth it. He'd rather her being a purring kitten than a freaked out mess, even if there was something in the back of his head telling him she didn't understand the full extent of what was going on. His hand slid away from her neck to grip tighter around her waist to help her down, "take it slow." His hand went to the railing to steady them both as she leaned on them, taking it one stair at the time. Wouldn't it be ironic if he fell down and broke his leg"

His eyes moved to Speck, watching her and wincing when she screamed. "Speck, it's okay!" He voiced to her, not much of help in this instance. "She's gotta clean it out." A frown set on his face at Speck's words, he felt bad for her not understanding what was going on but he knew she had to tough it out.

His hand went to Speck's shoulder, a reassuring nod to Frey. "It's over," he muttered to her when the alcohol was done, the sound of people on the stairs having his eyes quickly darting in that direction. "Freya. Someone's coming," he whispered to her. Paranoid" Oh yeah. Majorly.

Beck sank with him, fingers trailing down from his shoulder to the middle of his back, rubbing it softly. She took in a few deep breaths and just tried to imagine if it were Emlen, and that was enough for her to realize she'd not understand until she truly went through it herself. There was guilt for her last interaction with Sean, but it was swallowed down like everything else. She continued to rub his back and stay silent, because she hadn't a word.

Keirra awkwardly patted Dorian's head as they walked by. Man was she just the worst. She tried, though, damn it! She moved toward the bathroom, clinging to Zver, but mostly walking right. Her head was foggy, and she had a bit too much to drink. She swallowed hard, and shook her head. She thought about it now, thought about if they got attacked. She'd slow Zver down. He'd die because she was an idiot who got drunk with a concussion and didn't listen. She was completely silent then, just needing an opportunity to slip away from him.

He was too far gone in his own head to really take into account the sentiments, the pats, the back rubs. He knew Beck was there beside him but thoughts wouldn't stop swarming and assaulting the head that hung in his hands. The only reason we were here was because he kept trying to get me to make friends and lose my bloody virginity. If I hadn't been a little bitch and just lost it, he wouldn't be dead and we'd probably be getting high and watching some weird movie at home at our parents expense. His eyes slowly closed and he shook his head. Guilt worked in the strangest of ways, and slowly his hands fell from his head to dangle over his knees. "Does anyone have a fag?" Because British. He wasn't even a smoker, but in that moment, he wanted to puff like a chimney.

They made it to the bathrooms which luckily weren't that far away from the main room, within sight. Ko was clung to him and he looked at her, trying to lean her against the wall. "Stay in their sight, I'm going to check the bathrooms and make sure nothing's in there," his hands pushed her hair out of her face, and it was probably the nicest he'd been to her in months now that shit was hitting the fan. "You see something weird, go to the others. Otherwise, just wait here." His hazels were planted firm on her blues as he tried to get her to focus on him. His hands slowly moved away from her face as he reached for the door, his hand trailing down her arm as he pushed inside so he could check out the bathroom stalls.

She was right, he knew she was right. But guilt still hung over his head, though her words lessened it some. It's true, he would've been there tonight with or without Dorian. He exhaled hard and it wavered in his chest, "you're right. He would've been here whether I came with him or not." She was closer than before, and he finally turned his eyes on her. They were sad like an old puppy. "Thank you, Beck. For, all of this." Lifting the cigarette to his lips, he took a drag before flicking it out to the front pathway. He forced a smile, remaining leaning on the doorframe.



Edging along the wall, he squinted through the dim lighting for any hint of where she might've gone to. He stayed close to the wall, feeling along it with his palm before he felt a change. Hinges. It was a door. He looked up at the sign, shaking his head. He couldn't imagine she'd just be hiding in a friggin' closet. What would be the point in that' His hand slid along the door, past the knob....but the feeling of something had him snatching his hand back like it'd been burned. The sudden thing sticking out of the crack in the door had him jumping back and letting out a hiss, heart pounding in his chest. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at it. "What the fuck is that?" Bending forward, he prodded at it and...blinked. Straightening, he looked at the door and shook his head, gripping the handle and swinging the door wide.



"Tch," she shook her head and deflated some. "Don't thank me yet, I'm....I'm not sure if I've really done anything.." she muttered softly before shaking her head and taking a lean on the opposite side of the doorframe. Her cigarette was fitted to her lips and sucked on. "I don't want to see anyone else die..." She wasn't even sure if Emlen was still alive.

Inside the closet she found herself stuck. "Fuck....My butt's stuck..." she whispered, wiggling her butt against the door and tried to tug her hips forward. "What the heck is my butt stuck on..." Did my panties get stuck in the door?" she winced lightly at the thought. Yeah...she forgot she was wearing a tail. She leaned against the door and began picking at her underwear. "No, that's not stu—" Eyes widened as the door was yanked open, and she went sailing toward either the floor, or Zver.

He shook his own head, tilting his head as he looked at her. "It's the sentiment that counts, love. The fact that you tried." Muttering the next, "I'm not sure if there's anything to really say to make me feel better about Kai...but I appreciate your words nonetheless." Leaning on one foot, he crossed his ankles in his lean. "None of us do," he sighed.



He heard faint muttering behind the door, but he couldn't make out who it was or what they were saying. The tail thing didn't really come to mind, but sure enough when the door was yanked open, he let out a sound of surprise and tried to jump back. Only, Lady Luck wasn't on his side as her body knocked into his and sent him stumbling and falling onto his back. His back hit the floor as he let out a grunt, his arms sprawling out as the knife got knocked out of his hand and slid across the floor. "What the fuck"!" He barked in a straightened voice, looking at whoever and had come flying out of the closet. Don't be a fucking dead body, or I swear to God...



"Who could be doing this to us?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. She took yet another puff of her cigarette and shook her head. She didn't like any part of this. "What if it is one of us..?" she asked with her gaze shifting to the floor, brow furrowed lightly like she couldn't actually believe it. "What if they killed Martyr and hid her body so that we'd stick around and look for her?" Who could kill Martyr, though' She was so nice to everyone....

Collapsing against his chest, she stayed still for a moment. She wanted to pretend she was sleepwalking so badly right then. Oh, I don't know where I am....Then wander right off. It wouldn't work, though. After a moment, she just silently rolled off of him, pouting up to him almost sadly. There was definite shame on her face. Ashamed for leaving, ashamed for getting caught...Ashamed for simply being her.



"I don't know, love. Whoever it is has got to be completely twisted." He rubbed his hands over his face, letting out a heaving sigh. Her question sent shivers down his side, making his movements pause before his hands lowered and he looked at her. One of them' Who could do that to them' To Kai" To Martyr" To Sean' None of that made sense. "Who would want any of them dead?" His brows furrowed, hating the fact he hardly knew any of them enough to be much of help in putting the pieces together. "All....of us....dead..." He shuddered, this conversation chilling him to the bone.



He let out a sigh of relief and let his head fall back to the floor from where he was sprawled. His eyes stared up at the ceiling for a moment, "Ko.." He lifted his head again to look at her....and her fucking pout. "Where the hell did you go' I told you to stay put and I come out to find you fucking disappeared again." Was it accusatory' A little. He hoped she'd just been concussed and wandered on accident, not wanting to believe she ran off on her own again. He swallowed hard, letting out a sigh as he pushed himself to his feet. Looking away from her, he held out his hand to help her up. "If you wanted to get away from me that badly, you could've said so. I'd have just brought you back to the others."

The time sitting there with Speck, he'd been trying to get his head a little less fuzzy. Yes, he'd gotten himself a snack cake, hoping that it might settle the pit in his stomach. There was something he needed to remember, he knew there was something. But dammit if he couldn't remember what it was. He picked up a bottle of water and took a sip of it. He faintly heard Beck's question to Dorian, his brows furrowing as he ticked his eyes to the side. One of them' What if....That's when it all hit him at once. The sound of someone coming up behind them on the stairs. He'd only gotten a glimpse, but the image was coming to him clear as day. His eyes snapped wide as he stood up a bit too fast and the room spun for a moment, he clutched his head, the bottle of water falling to the ground and rolling, spilling the liquid on the floor. "Guys!....ow....Guys. I remember what happened. I only got....shit.." He slowly sat down, his head throbbing. "I remember what the killer was wearing." His eyes opened and he looked around at the rest of them, from the look on his face....he didn't like what he had to tell them next.

"I don't know...They do have to be completely twisted," she agreed with a nod. She couldn't think of anyone that twisted. Zver was an ass, but....She sighed softly and took another long drag from the cigarette before blowing it up slowly at the ceiling. "We need to find the others, and fast..." she muttered. Then Todd jumped up and gained the entire room's attention. "What' What were they wearing?" ]



"You do' I didn't get a good look at him..." NOT THE TIME, SPECK!

Keirra froze and shook her head. She drew away from him, and backed herself against the wall. "I..." She wanted to cry so badly then, and she didn't know why..."I'm going to slow you down, I'm going to slow all of you down, and I don't—" Her eyes dropped and she drew her knees against her chest. "I don't want to do that..."

Sorry, Speck. Todd was too warped in his own head, fighting off nausea and dizziness and forcing himself to get a clear picture. At least she got an awkward snort from Craig" Who immediately ducked his down and muttered a sorry. "Um..." His eyes squeezed his shut, his fingers rubbing at his temples as he tried to find the words to describe it. "It looked like they were wearing a cloak...." He shook his head. "And um....a pig." He blinked a few times, looking at the rest of them. "A pig mask. Like....it was like some Saw shit, I don't know how else to describe it."



He let out a defeated sigh when she drew away, his hand falling heavily to his side. It was what she said that had him looking at her and staring. Brows slowly lowered as he started shaking his head vigorously. "You trying to tell me that you ran off on your own, possibly to get killed be whoever the fuck is killing us....for our fucking benefit' KoKo," he heaved a breath through his nose as he looked at her and took the few long strides it took to be in front of her. Crouching, he stared at her head on. "I know you're not this stupid. Do you honestly think I wouldn't come trying to find you? That any of us would just leave here and say oh well, let's move on?" He propped his elbows on his knees, hands dangling in front of him. "Keirra, when you went missing....even though Martyr's missing....Sean's dead..." He didn't seem proud of what he was saying, his eyes averting now. "It was your dumb ass that I was chasing after. I didn't even think about Mar, or anyone else that wasn't around. I just....needed to find....you." The last came out as a hiss, like the admittance was a punch to the teeth. "So no, running away so you don't slow us down," spoken as he made air quotes with his fingers, "isn't going to fucking work. Because I'm going to come looking for you every time."

"A pig mask..." Beck said, furrowing her brow. Was anyone there wearing a pig mask" She didn't recall...."I didn't see anyone wearing a pig mask," she muttered, looking around to see if it sounded familiar to anyone else. "...Zver was wearing a cloak, though...At the beginning of the night, he was wearing one.." she chewed on her lip lightly, and shook her head. She couldn't picture Zver killing someone, though. Maybe Sawyer, but not Sean, not Mar....What would he have against Kai"



The girl softened lightly, and listened to him. Every word. He was looking for me...If Zver had been here without her, would he have just run from everyone" Said fuck this, I'm out' She couldn't be sure of that, but....Things were kinda in perspective for her now. She couldn't stop loving him, and....and he still loved her. Without thinking much, she lifted up and pressed her lips hard against his. If he didn't protest, she'd be sinking her hand into his curly hair.



He was having a hard time recollecting anything else other than the image he was focusing on. He couldn't tell who was wearing what, but Beck's words put things together for him. It clicked, like a puzzle with the pieces fitting together. "I think Beck's right. It looked like the cloak that Zver was wearing, but don't quote me on that..." He didn't want to point fingers at someone and be wrong, but he couldn't help the sense of dread of his memories. It did look a lot like the cloak Zver had been wearing earlier.

Listening between the two, his head ticking back and forth as his brows were furrowed. He didn't know if it was wanting to find who had done that to Kai, or who had killed Sean, or figure out why Mar was missing. But he stood up straight from his leaning post on the door. Didn't Zver take Ko to the bathroom' Looking past the two, he was staring at the door. "They've been in the bathroom for an awfully long time," he muttered, giving Beck a look before his eyes widened some. "And he has my knife..." He seemed awfully angry at Keirra for fucking Sawyer...."You don't think he'd.." Shaking his head, giving Beck and Frey a skeptical look. "Over the Sawyer thing"..." He didn't know the guy hardly at all. From what he knew, what he saw about Zver's reaction that night. Safe to say, the clues weren't looking good for the Russian.



He'd have been glad about that question staying in her head had he known about it. He....didn't really want to answer that. Did he really care about most of these people" No. The only reason he was there, was Ko. Even if he didn't want to admit the reason why he'd come. But out of everything, he hadn't expected her to kiss him. His brows shot up as she pushed forward and pressed lips to his, letting out a hum of surprise. He was stiff for a moment, but it was only a fleeting second as his eyes closed and he parted his lips to welcome her more. Was it the right time for a little makeout session' Maybe not. But was there any right time in these situations" He didn't know if he'd ever get the chance to do this again, and it was that thought that had his arms locking around her waist, had his hand sliding up into her hair to cradle the back of her head.



Beck froze for a moment, he did seem to get so angry over that....He was awfully determined to find Keirra. What if....What if they'd just handed her right on over" She went a bit pale, staring at Dorian with that last puff of cigarette held in her burning lungs. She flicked it out the door and swallowed hard. "You don't think....No.." She took in a breath, then scoffed a laugh. "No......Shit."



Freya was already on the move. Beck had been working through her denial and Freya was sprinting toward the bathroom. Her tire iron was still on the floor, because the idiot was desperate to save her best friend. "Keirra!" she snapped and bolted in right through the doors. One stall, boom! The door crashed into the wall, boom! Boom! Desperately searching each and every stall for her friend.

Never had she wanted anybody more in that moment. Maybe it was because she was sure they were going to die, or maybe she just really only wanted him. She wasn't sure, but she didn't want his lips to ever leave hers. She began moving up the wall, but her lips hadn't left his, she had her hand latched around the back of his head to lead him up to his feet as her tongue slithered against his lips. If he didn't protest, she'd be guiding him up to his feet and into the closet. Seemed stupid to just bone out in the open.



Beck going pale was all he needed to know. She was thinking the same as him, and she seemed to know him better than he ever would. "He did seem to be very upset about her and Sawyer..." He whispered, then blinked as Freya darted past....without a weapon. "Shit," he muttered as he started after her, snatching up the tire iron and bolting after her.

Craig and Todd didn't seem to know what to do, Craig looked like he was ready to curl up into a ball and rock himself into a psychosis. Todd's first instinct was to stay by Speck's side. He'd be useless to them right now the way his head was, he'd likely pass out again before being able to do much of anything.

There were plenty of things that might've in any normal circumstance had him being a smart ass. Can I get you a breath mint, baby" But in the moment, he really didn't care about any of that. If her tongue tasted sour from booze and what was left in the corner of the kitchen. The fact that she'd slept with the enemy no more than a couple hours before. He'd said he wouldn't touch her again, that she'd ruined it when she fucked Sawyer. But as she guided him to his feet, the feverish way he kissed her and seemed to refuse to let her get more than a couple inches away from him, it was pretty easy to tell he had lied. If this was their last night together, he wanted it to be like it used to be, not filled with harsh words and fights. He didn't want fuck off, Keirra to be the last thing he'd said to her. Even as she pulled him into the closet.

Beck started after them, but stopped when she looked at the three. One was on the verge of a mental breakdown, another was concussed, and then there was Speck who was blind and gimpy. She looked like a mama duck whose ducklings got separated. Just completely torn between them, but opted to stay with the weaker of the herd.



It didn't matter. The bathroom was clear. No blood, no death—but also no Keirra or Zver. She frowned deeply and put her hand on the stall wall letting her head hang. If they were right, if Zver was angry enough to kill....They'd left Keirra along with him. Her best friend was probably dead now because of it...."Damn it! DAMN IT!" she punched the stall wall as hard as she could.

Dude...Frey, it's cool. She's just getting her bang on.

He couldn't help but smirk at her words. "And yet you just had to point that out, didn't you?" His brows rose as he fought the urge to flick her nose when her teeth were snapped at him. "Trying to convince me or yourself?" Now he was just being an ass, or he just enjoyed bantering. It could be either/or, or both. He still had his club, but not in his hands. It was tucked into the back pocket of his loose jeans, half sticking out and able to be grabbed if he needed it. "Come on, let's go." He nodded his head in the direction of the stairs.



He'd managed to Mar's hands free and had set her down on the bed to get to the ropes on her feet. His hues shifted over to Em as he lost it for a moment, he gave him a bit to recollect himself before he reached for him. Em seemed to be finally losing his cool after everything, and Hex looked at him through dark lash and brow. His hand went to the guy's shoulder. "Em, we found her. She's alive. Drugged, but alive. It's better than..." Shaking his head, he didn't say it. But he knew he didn't need to. "Yeah, we should take her downstairs." His hand slowly slid away from his shoulder, ridding Mar's ankles of the ropes before he looked toward the door. "We need to get her out of here quick. If they had her tied up..." He glanced to Em, "they intended to come back eventually." He really didn't want to have a run in with the psycho.

"I don't think it takes that much convincing when it's so obviously the truth..." she said and when he nodded to the stairs, she started up them but stayed close. He had the weapon, after all. "Besides, you're all gross now," she said, gesturing to his downstairs parts with her hand. "Might wanna get yourself tested," she grinned.



It was another one of those moments where Hex's touch calmed him down. Of course, it made his heart skip a few beats, too, but....It was exactly what he needed. "Good point," to...well, all of his points he'd just made. How could he argue any of it' "I'll carry her, since you have the weapon..." Man he wanted his cigarette. He'd thrown it down in his haste to get to Martyr. After a moment, he gathered her up in his arms and hoisted her without much strain.



"Obviously," he dramatized, snickering under his breath. He glanced at her closeness, but didn't comment before he looked ahead and kept treading up the steps. At least until she made that comment. He looked at her incredulously, brows shot up. "What makes you think I didn't give her anything?" His mouth opened in an 'o' before he grinned. "After all, I am the walking STD, remember?" At least that's what Zver called him. Pausing in his step, the asshat even made a move to so much as try to grab her face. If he succeeded, he'd turn a bit awkwardly to lap up the side of her face. "Gonorrhea bitch!" And unless she stopped him, he'd be letting out a laugh before using long legs to bolt up the steps.



In all honesty, he didn't really want to let go of Em, but the idea of the killer coming back had his skin crawling. If they were sick enough to do this to Mar, what else were they capable of? He didn't want to know, and he didn't want that anywhere near the two. Em suggested he'd carry her and he nodded, scooting off the bed and pulling the socket wrench out of his belt loop. A nod to Em seeing him situated easily with Mar, he made it to the door. Pausing as he grasped the door knob and the lock, he looked over to Em. "If you see something sketchy....just take Mar and run. I can handle it." He turned toward the door and unlocked it with a twist of the wrist, slowly pulling the door open to peek into the hallway.



When he asked about giving Ko something, she thought about that. "Yeah, now that I think about it, you're kinda perfect for eachother....Maybe you shou—" Aviana froze for a second after he grabbed her, that eye twitched almost violently, and then he was off. "You son of a bitch!" she screamed and tore after him, diving forwards in an attempt to catch his feet and trip him up.



Even with his duty to Martyr, he wasn't sure he could just take her and run leaving Hex to fight. He still nodded, even if he wasn't positive he could keep his word. "Right behind you.." he said, bouncing Martyr up to get a better grip on her and attempt to keep her comfortable. Though it didn't seem to matter, she was a limp noodle in his arms. Just completely out cold....He frowned down at her for a moment before swallowing hard. "Let's do this..."

He made a face at her claim about them being perfect for each other, yelling over his shoulder. "Oh, now you're just being fucking sick.....Come on~ rule number one! Cardi-oh shit." He grunted as he felt his feet snagged and he went flying forwards once he was at the top of the stairs. His arms flailed and moved in front of him to catch his face so he didn't knock his chin of the floor. Angling his body to look down at where she'd snagged him, he let out a laugh and started hastily trying to army crawl across the floor. He was going to be dingy as hell, but he didn't give a shit. "Eat me, bitch." She wouldn't get him without a fight!



He wasn't sure if Em would go through with it, but he hoped he would. He'd rather fight the killer alone than have him in the line of any sort of fire. Nodding slowly, poking his head out of the doorway to give a look both ways before looking back to nod his head in the direction. "Alright, it's clear. Let's try to be quick." He let the door open wide so Em could make it through with Mar, stepping into the hallway and waving Em on to let him know it was clear.



Aviana kept hold of his legs even as he began crawling. Bitch tried to tug him back and actually crawl up his body! "What was that' I can't hear you over the sound of me owning you!" she grinned up at him before attempting to get a nice, large bite of his thigh within her teeth. Why' Why, because he told her to eat him, of course!



"Alright, go. I'll keep up," Emlen said, keeping a tight, protective hold on his little sister. He moved after him, checking out the area around before taking a breath. "The stairs are...that way and to the left, I think..." Pointing down a hall before readying himself to follow after.

He let out a grunt as he was tugged back, his hands not much help on the dusty floor as they just kept sliding. "You don't own shit!" He barked, squirming until her before he let out a hiss between his teeth feeling hers sink into his thigh. "Biiiitch," yet there was a grin on his face. Especially when he turned quickly and swung his leg out, before closing them in attempts to get the bitch in a headlock with his knees. "A-ha!"



He looked to where Em pointed, nodding firmly. "Alright, let's move. Keep eyes and ears out, something so much as a shadow move, speak up and I'll swing." He gave Em a lingering look, like he wanted to tell him something but he wasn't sure if now was the right time. Was it ever going to be? Keep it in your pants, jockstrap. Just focus on getting Mar out of here. He sighed and ticked his head. "Let's move," he echoed, softer now as he headed forward, socket wrench clutched in his fingers.

Aviana growled under her breath and struggled with him a bit harder, tugging on the meat of his thigh with her teeth. Then he squirmed around and pulled some sneaky shit with that headlock trick, and she was trapped. "Ow! Sawyer!" Aviana yelped, "Get offa me you dick!" was he hurting her" No, not physically, but she didn't like her head that close to his genitals. "Stop it!" she cried out, struggling and swatting at him, trying her best not to laugh.



Don't keep it in your pants. In fact, take it out of your pants....Martyr's gonna be asleep for a while, I bet. It sure seemed like it, anyways. He turned to look around once more, and nodded his head firmly. "You got it," he said, and he was moving at a quick pace to stay right behind Hex. Eyes shifted this way and that, ready to shoulder tackle anything that tried to get the jump on Hex.



Turned half into a seated position, half on his hip as he used his hands to keep himself propped instead of falling back he laughed at her struggling and cries. "Oh come on, Princess. You can't take a little headlock" Just when I thought you were going to be fun too." And just to be a dick, he bent forward as he was a lot more flexible than what he seemed as his face was a good half a foot away from hers. "You're letting Keirra show you up~" he taunted, flashing his wicked ass grin before releasing her and twisting and rolling to his feet.



His eyes darted this way and that, keeping an eye on any bit of movement around them as he kept a firm hold on his weapon. His feet moved at a quickened pace, but not too quick to leave the other two behind in case something came up on them and he had to get behind Em. If they made it out of there alive, he was going to pimp slap the next dumbass who said they wanted to go to a haunted asylum in the middle of nowhere.

"Fuck you!" Aviana screamed and struggled right up until he let her up. She whipped her hair back out of her face and was quick to get to her feet. She caught her breath and stared at him. "Yeah' How am I letting that bitch show me up?" she asked, glaring and making a face at him. Keirra wasn't even on her damn level.

If they made it out of here alive, he was never going to leave his house again. That was just a given. He stayed close, right on Hex's heels the entire time. They had the last piece of the puzzle, at least. It seemed like it anyways. With Martyr, they could leave. He checked behind himself for a moment before pressing forward faster.



Her aggression was met with a slick smile as he gave her a look. "You get into a headlock and bitch about it." He pursed his lips and moved to walk past her, awfully close as he got to her face. "She let me choke her out of consciousness and moaned the whole way," aiming to go past unless she stopped him, and his laughter would spread through the smaller space of the top of the stairs. At least until his laughter was cut off by crude imitations of Keirra. After a few of those loud fake moans, he'd flash Avi a sick smile before winking at her. "Don't fall behind, sweetheart. I'm not turning around for you."



He was setting up a plan in his head. Or trying to. It was like a football play. They had Martyr, now they needed the rest of the team and make it out of there alive. It seemed simple....right' Intuition and paranoia told him that this wasn't it, but he brushed it away so he could believe his delusions that they were going to make it. He needed that sliver of hope. They pushed forward, keeping at a quickened pace and he took the turn Em had suggested. "Alright, stairs should be just ahead," he muttered, turning the wrench in his fingers as he watched every shadow they passed, as if it was going to jump out and nab them.

"Please..." Scoffed Aviana with a roll of her eyes as she brushed her hair from her face and glared in his direction. "I could take more than Keirra any day....I just refuse to moan for you or be anywhere near your disgusting genitals..." she said with a purse of her lips as she followed behind him. "You're such an asshole."



Yeah, it was like a child excited for their birthday, but waiting for rain, their big sibling, or anything else to fuck it all up. That never stopped them from trying, though. He wasn't giving up, that was for damn sure. "Alright, almost there.." said Emlen as he booked it forwards, trying to keep his footsteps light. Eyes trailed down to Martyr for a moment, and he couldn't help but wonder what horrors she'd recollect when she woke up. He pulled her closer and winced.

"Uh huh," he muttered, whether he said it as if he didn't believe her or he simply didn't care was debatable. He squinted, his eyes lifting toward the ceiling. "Why do I feel like you'd sound like a dying goat?" said the asshat. Her claim was on point and he gave her a smile that could rival the devil. "You love it." Turning forward as he kept at a steady pace. "Besides, I'm the asshole that can keep up with your bitchiness. So it's a mutual thing, sweetheart." His eyes scanned the hallway, his hand dipping into his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. "I'd punt a midget right now for a cheeseburger," he mumbled.



They kept going and going until Hex squinted and a relieved sigh left him. "Shit, the stairs are just ahead." He looked over his shoulder and gave Em a bit of a smile before turning forward. It was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, even if it was a dim bulb. His hands played with the wrench in his hands and he hoped to Hell that there was someone around. He really didn't want to go roaming around this damned place anymore going on more searches.

"Wouldn't know," she muttered bitterly and shook her head before moving on from the topic with his help. "Please," she scoffed lightly and gave him a slight head shake. "We both know that you'd punch a midget for free..." muttered Aviana before she looked around. "Where to?" she asked, still sticking close to him.



Someone, only if it wasn't the psychotic killer. Even then, though...Maybe between the two of them, they could insure the safety of everyone left....If anyone was left. "Thank balls," he muttered and shook his head. Don't ask why he's worshiping balls, it should be pretty obvious by now anyways. He stayed close, his hand keeping Martyr's head pinned against his chest. Last thing her needed was it swinging into things and a concussed Martyr.



He let the subject drop, having no real intentions of making anything of the two of them. Her claim had him smirking, however. "Yeah, yeah I would." Squinting, he got a bit side tracked. "You ever find something so cute, you want to hurt it?" Looking over at her as he put his hands up in front of himself, "you know. Like old people" When Grandma's just so cute you want to push her down the stairs?" Emphasis made has his splayed hands jolted in front of him with an easy grin on his face. "No' Just me?" He shrugged before pointing down the hallway. "This way," and then he was moving in that direction.



Choking back a laugh, he shook his head at Emlen suddenly thanking balls. Who needed God when you had balls, huh' His steps drew them closer to the stairs, hesitating at the top as he looked over at Emlen. Fingers stretched and clenched over the wrench as he gave him a slow nod. "Here goes nothing," he muttered before he started down the steps, taking it slow and his arm was tensed like he was ready to swing at anything that was going to meet them that wanted to do harm.

"I mean..." Aviana thought about that for a moment, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I've definitely wanted to push my grandmother down the stairs before, but that's because she talks too much and smells funny, she's not cute..." It felt like it counted! She was taking it! "Yeah, you might just be weird..." muttered Aviana before following after him. "Whatever you say, boss..." she breathed out a breathy sigh with the words.

Emlen followed after him careful as ever. He took the steps a little bit slower since they were pretty much in the clear, and he'd hate to fall down them. Well, I saved Martyr from the closet of doom, but....I dropped her down the stairs and broke her neck....Also why the hell does Martyr get to come out of the closet' No fair....He'd been trying to do that all damn night.



He gave her a look as if considering something before he shook his head with a sly smile. He'd let her have that one. For now. "I might be," he agreed with a shrug like what can you do" "Or people might just generally be boring and pussies," he muttered under his breath. Her comment had him rolling his eyes and giving her a look. She asked! He answered. "Someone's gotta wear the pants in this relationship," he teased before continuing on down the hallway.



It's okay, Em. Hex had tried a few times and failed, or got interrupted. At least someone got to come out of the closet, right' His fingers trailed down the railing, leaning as if he was going to take a look over but rethought it before just making his way down the step. It was follow the leader with the weapon all the way down, but once he got to the bottom of the steps, he held his hand out to halt Em before he rounded the corner. A glance over his shoulder with a pointed look like remember what we talked about before he started his way into the main room.

"Yeah, I mean it's cool that you wear pants and all, but..." Aviana tilted her head to look at his ass for a moment, and she snickered. "You might wanna stop wearing panties beneath them, it makes it hard to take you seriously..." Fingers combed through her hair as she followed after him, intent on going wherever he lead. She was out of ideas.



"Yeah," he said in a hushed whisper. He didn't completely stop, but he did slow his steps to gently follow after. They were about to go into the main room, and he hadn't a clue what was there, but he did know that he wasn't going to let Hex fight alone if it came to that. He slowly began after him.

"Yeah' You think so?" His head still turned forward as he made a point...to hook his thumbs into the pantline of his jeans and tugged them down so his ass was hanging out. Since he was ahead of her....HA HA Aviana! That's what you get for talking shit about his panties.



His own steps were slowed as he made it into the room, socket wrench held up to chest height as he adjusted and readjusted his grip on it like a nervous tick. Was he worried something was waiting around the corner for them' Maybe. Probably. Paranoid nerves ran high when you were in a place with a murderer in their midst.



Nursing a concussion and trying to keep Speck's mind off the bullshit they'd been going through that night, he stood to his feet at the sight of Hex's head poking out. "Holy fuck. Where the hell have you guys been?" His eyes were wide and bloodshot from exhaustion and fighting a concussion. His eyes ticked to the others before pulling back to his team, it wasn't until his eyes focused that he saw Em behind him seeming to be holding someone but his vision was too fuzzy to really make out who it was.

Aviana rolled her eyes, "Mooning" Really' What're you, four?" asked the hellion. She skipped ahead some and tried to kick him right in the ass, if it landed, it would probably send him stumbling.



Freya looked over to see Hex, and Emlen. She wasn't concussed and it was pretty easy to make out the twin that Emlen was cradling. "You found her..." she softened some. Her eyes moved around the group, but not much had changed. Speck was injured, and the poor thing looked as if she'd fallen asleep against Todd. "Is she okay?"



Emlen relaxed suddenly and moved in alongside Hex. "We found her in a closet..." he muttered softly, keeping Martyr folded within his grasp, protective as ever. "How is everyone" Did we lose anybody' Where are the others" Do you know anything...?" he didn't mean to drill her for answers, he was just a little more than ready to get the fuck out of here.

Emlen seemed pretty dumbfounded by Craig's sudden suggestion, and he gave a light nod. Maybe it would be best to stay with the wounded, he'd certainly feel better about his sisters' safety if he was one guarding them. He took in a breath and looked to Hex. "Alright, then..." he muttered softly.

Freya just stared, blinking slowly at Craig before shrugging. "Alright, let's go then...We'll try to be fast," she said, moving to fetch Craig's guitar and hand it over to him. She looked around the room, where in the hell had her tire iron gone" She sighed and moved to grab the two pronged giant fork from the counter. "We'll check the rooms, you remember what I told you, right' No playing hero, no shame in running..." she went over by the door that lead to the ballroom and waited.

Em and Frey weren't the only ones that were dumbfounded. Not once did he ever think he'd hear Craig opt for wandering around this place. But he didn't particularly complain. He figured Em would want to be with his sisters. "Alright," he echoed Em, slowly nodding his head and sighing. A glance to Todd, who probably still had Speck sleeping on him. After all, part of his selfishness for not wanting Em out of his sight had him feeling a little bit responsible for that group getting attacked.

From where he was crouched, he slowly rose to his feet. The look on his own face mirrored everyone else's looks. Did I just fucking volunteer"! Fuck, it's like the Hunger Games. I'm gonna die. His eyes were pointed to the floor until Frey snapped him out of it by handing the guitar out to him. He slowly reached for it, pulling it close when he got a grip on it. His eyes lifted from the floor to meet hers and he gave a small nod. "Y-yeah, I remember.." He swallowed hard, wondering if his suggestion was going to be the death of them. He wasn't sure what was worse. If he ran like the coward he was, or dying trying to help Frey. Then possibly have his ass kicked by Frey if they survived for not running. "Shit.." He muttered, following after Mrs. Bravery.

Em gave a look to Todd and Speck, and part of him was glad she was sleeping through some of it. Same with Martyr. He moved to take a spot next to Martyr, pulling her so that she'd be laying against his shoulder. Even with the relaxed position, he kept himself ready to jump up at any sign of danger.

"Let's go find them, then..." Freya said with a firm nod, holding the oversized fork and heading on out. "Keirra, Beck...Zver and Dorian..." Who else? It was hard to remember everyone. "...Aviana and Sawyer.." Those two were the hardest since she hadn't seen much of them since they'd split. "I hope those two are okay," she muttered, and then moved on.

Em took stance by Mar and Hex dug into the cooler for a Redbull. Instead of drinking it himself, he handed it to Todd. "Just in case," he muttered, taking a seat on the cooler Ko had brought. They already had one girl out with no knowledge of when she was going to wake up, they didn't need another friend in a coma because he got clocked in the head. With the socket wrench in hand, he passed a fleeting glance over to Em. Am I ever going to get the chance to tell him"

With guitar in hand, he continued after Frey. Nodding to each name she ticked off, he frowned when she mentioned Sawyer and Avi. They hadn't seen the two since the start of the night, when everyone split into search groups. Please don't let us find them like Kai... He shuddered at the image that popped in his head as they went off on their own search. Yet again.

Emlen was half ready to just scream it out at the man. He frowned lightly, scolding himself for not thinking about the red bull, but Todd was given one. That's what mattered. He turned to Martyr and peeled her eyelid back, there was mostly just the whites of her eye to see. He sighed, not even sure why he did that before abandoning it and turning to look back to Hex.

Freya had a similar mindset as Craig. She frowned lightly, hoping everyone was smart enough to stay indoors. She really didn't want people wandering around outside. Though she had the feeling that she was probably the only one dumb enough to go out there. She moved toward the stage and attempted to climb up onto it, check out the area behind the curtains.

His bottom lip pulled over the top, blowing air upward as his cheeks puffed slightly. It had already been a long night, but now it just felt like it was going to drag on sitting there in silence. He glanced over at Em checking Mar's eyes, muttering a "any luck?" to him before meeting his eyes. He glanced over at Todd, who was more or less just trying to stay awake himself. It was probably as cozy as he was going to get, between Speck sleeping on him and the quiet trying to lull him to sleep. A sigh, he was at a loss. He slid from the cooler to the floor with his legs bent up to rest his arms around. They had a loooong night ahead of them.

Craig followed Frey slowly, twitching at any possible sound and nearly holding the guitar neck to the point of strangulation as those doe eyes darted around. He hated the ballroom. He knew there a body around here somewhere, the nasty kitchen was close, who knows what else was around. There were too many places for the killer to be hiding. He didn't like that a bit. Frey leaped up on the stage and he stood in front of it. "Anything?" He whispered out a hiss, with his back to the stage so he could see the expanse of the ballroom floor littered with tables and chairs. Every shadow had him squinting and staring as if something was going to pop out of it. Fear had a way of manipulating the imagination to make you even more scared.

Emlen shook his head, "Nah....didn't even move..." he muttered and settled himself on in. He wasn't much in the mood for making conversation, so for now, he just listened. Made sure that if someone tried to sneak up on them, he'd see it coming.

Freya clicked on her flashlight, moving behind the curtains to check it out. She shined her light, but the folds seemed endless and massive, like she could go in there and get lost. "Doesn't look like it..." she muttered, still moving careful as ever around the inside of the stage. She was mostly just looking for bodies now, as sad as it was.

"It's like we just keep going in circles." He muttered, shaking his head. "Cycling around some fucked up catch 22. People go missing, we go searching, find someone, someone else goes mi-..." He paused, jolting and letting out a mouse like squeak as he heard a noise out back. "F-Frey?" He backed up against the stage, holding the guitar up.

"Yeah," she whispered, shining her light at the door. "I heard it, too," she said softly, hopping off of the stage and landing in a crouch. She straightened up to her height and moved around toward the back door. She had really been hoping they'd stayed inside. Swallowing hard, she put a hand up to Craig to tell him to let her check it out, and slowly moved to open the door. Her light shined this way and that.

His head bobbed like one of those dolls that was spun out of control, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull with fear as his hands trembled around the neck of the guitar. "Be careful," he hissed to her, voice wavering as his head swiveled from side to side. He stared at Frey as she made her way to the door and opened it, his eyes ticking from side to side as if paranoia of something sneaking up on him had him even jumpier. "Do you see anything?" He whispered, his steps taking him a couple feet closer to where she was standing but keeping his distance.

Like drawing a moth to the flame, another noise sounded around the corner of the building. A pinging sound as if something metal was being tapped against a pipe.

Freya shook her head, reaching out to grab a rock and prop the door open. She didn't want to get locked out and have to double back around the entire building. Mostly because she hadn't wanted to leave Craig alone, poor guy would probably die from a heart attack by the time she got back. The noise rang out and she knew someone was baiting her out...She had one shot at this, though. She could turn the other way, but if more people died, then it was automatically her fault. "Stay here....if something happens, shut this door and fucking run..." then she slowly proceeded toward the side of building.

His lower lip trembled a bit as he slowly nodded. He didn't like any of this. He regretted telling Freya they go looking alone. He didn't want anything to happen to his new friend, and now he was standing in the ballroom alone and quaking in his dress shoes. "Please, just be a fucking raccoon." He muttered, clenching the neck of the guitar hard enough to make the strings creak.

And yet, the metallic pinging kept going. Whether it was just a leaky pipe, a loose and rattling pipe on the side of the building, or something baiting her. That was debatable. Whatever it was, it just kept pinging at a slow and steady pace.

If it were a loose rattling pipe, they'd have heard it the first time they were out there. There was no doubt in her mind; she was being baited to go that way. Teeth were gritted lightly as she moved toward the corner. "Whoever you are, I'm not afraid of you.." she called out, words spilled through her teeth as she moved to round the building and go out of sight. All the while, the lady cop had the weapon held out in front of her, ready to strike.

The girl caught her breath and watched as Craig eased the door shut so that the killer wouldn't know they'd come in. She took in a deep breath, and straightened her body up. "Y...yeah," she muttered. "I'm alright, I think..." Checking her body as if to make sure the killer hadn't thrown a ninja star into her body without her knowing. "You..?" Stupid question, she knew the moment it fell from her lips.

Now that it had seemed the moment had passed, oxygen returning to his brain from where his panic had all but washed it out. It was all starting to sink in. He was strangely silent for the moment, his ragged breathing seeming to be all that could come out of him even with her question. He made it to the edge of the bed but didn't sit on it, instead he sunk down on the floor in front of the bed. His knees pulled up to his chest, and his arms cradled around. The one friend he'd made tonight, he'd watched her die and he could do nothing but run away from it. No, he wasn't okay. His head fell forward on his knees and....was he crying" You bet. Like a bitch. If that answers her questions any.

Aviana was near the door, she pressed her ear to it. She squinted for a moment, listening. She didn't hear anything on the other side, and she slowly clicked the door locked as quietly as she could. By the time she turned back to him, he was on his knees and crying. She frowned lightly and began heading over toward him. Her fingers stretched out and she awkwardly patted his shoulder. "There, there....I'm sure the debate team would love to have you..." she shook her head. "...sorry, habit....Uh....It's okay.."

While Avi was taking care of the door, the coward was blubbering like a baby. Trying to muffle sobs with his knees and the cradle of his arms as he sat there in front of the hotel bed. Soaking up some tears with his pant legs, he jumped slightly at the sudden pat on his shoulder when he hadn't realized she'd come closer to him. He squeaked like a mouse who's tail had been stomped on, his arms moving to wipe away tears and a little bit of snot as he shook his head. His head was tucked so she couldn't see his face, not that it mattered much. It was obvious he was crying like a bitch. "I'll....be....fine...Just give....me a minute..." No, he wasn't. Sorry, Avi. He's probably going to be there for a while.

Beck sighed softly, slamming a closet door shut and flopping down to sit on the edge of the bed. "No sign of Mar, no sign of Keirra, or Zver, or anyone fucking else..." she hissed, getting pretty damn discouraged. "I have no clue where these assholes are, but I'm getting tired of looking..." she sighed softly, realizing she was yelling at the wrong person. "Sorry, I...Rough night, you know better than I do.." she muttered and ran her fingers through her hair.

Beck's outburst had Dorian twitching slightly at the sudden slam of the door and the yelling, but it was more surprise than fear. His surprised expression softened to her words as she apologized, his head shaking lightly as he moved over to the bed to sit next to her. "It's like they've just....disappeared out of thin air," he admitted with a sigh, "which is absolutely ridiculous. You'd think something would turn up. This place is huge but there's still only so much one can look without finding any clue or hint." He grumbled a bit under his breath, discouragement evident on his stature as well. "You don't need to feel sorry, love. You're not alone in feeling tired of playing ring around the rosy." Optimistic at the beginning of the search, it was slowly getting worn down the longer they went and the death of Kai on top of it. "We're running out of places to look," his palms rubbed at his face, his first hint of frustration. He didn't seem offended about her outburst.

"It's awful, but....I kinda just want to lock the door and take a nice long nap, like somehow if the sun comes up, this nightmare will be over..." she whispered. She rested her elbows on her legs and groaned lightly as her forehead met her palms. She wanted to just bury her face in the pillow and scream her head off, but instead she looked over at him an gave a pathetic attempt at a smile. As if it alone would wipe away the awfulness of what just came out of her mouth. It didn't, though. She said it and she couldn't take it back.

The worst part was that the man seemed to have had enough once he found out that Kai was dead. It was like a switch in his head where he'd stopped really caring. Instead of being an emotional wreck like Craig was being, it was like his emotions had cut off. He felt numb, and he wasn't sure if he was just in shock or he'd just gave up hope completely. His eyes turned on her and he didn't even make a face at her words, a forced smile did come out though if anything to just return the gesture given to him. Looking away, he stared at the wall in front of them. "....Between us..." He sighed, shaking his head lightly. "I wouldn't blame you if you did." The nightmare being over when the sun was up was wishful thinking, he knew it. Some sense of dread had him feeling that they were in the most danger the closer they drew to danger. "I don't think the sun would help us at this point, love. Light doesn't get rid of monsters like many believe, not when the monsters are human." He was silent for a moment before wincing at his words. He'd tried to be Beck's rock through all this, but his words sounded terrible even to him. "Now I'm the one that's sorry," he snickered, giving her a fleeting glance.

Beck sighed and leaned on him as he sat next to her, she followed his gaze to the wall and stared blankly ahead as if it would somehow provide answers. Dorian was talking to her, and she listened to every word. He made her feel like less of a jackass as he went on, and even managed to get a smile out of her. Right until he apologized, then she was frowning and shaking her head. "No apologizing," she said with a rough shake of her head, pulling away from him and staring up. "Don't ever apologize for not being a bullshitter.."

She told him not to apologize and he spared a glance her way, looking at her for a moment before nodding his head a couple times. "Alright. Then I won't," he chuckled but it was a dark gesture. There was no humor in his tone, but merely the sound of someone who'd had enough. His eyes ticked up to the ceiling, and frankly he didn't care in the moment. He let out a heaving sigh and just fell back against the mattress. "People are missing, and all I want to do is lay here and stare at the ceiling. The worst part' Or I'd assume is the worst part, is I don't really care." Since they weren't bullshitting anymore with false hopes and delusions. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. "Even if we get out of here, life isn't going to be the same. It's just reliving every bloody horror within these walls." His jaw tensed a bit and he scoffed. It wasn't so much that he'd given up, but he was definitely at the point of not giving any fucks.

Watching him fall back, she sat there for a moment and simply listened. She should've told him he was wrong. That they'd somehow get to a point where they could live again. She should've helped him up and supported him. She should've done something but she didn't. Instead, she fell down beside him and sighed softly, nodding her head in agreement. Everything felt pointless, and his words had never made more sense before all of this. "I'm right there with you..." she whispered.

He spent most of his life being the rock for everyone he knew, the optimistic Silver Lining kind of guy when shit hit the fan. In the moment, it felt good to be a pessimist. It felt good to just....lay there and not care instead of finding those hopeful words. He wasn't a preacher and he didn't believe in any God. "Thank you," he muttered. Explaining why after a moment of being silent, since the random gratitude might've seemed strange and out of place. "For not giving me hell about being a pessimistic prick, that is." He snickered, his eyes ticking in her direction, the light turn of his head. He offered a smile, and it was a strange one. Humorless, not particularly happy, but that whole finding-common-ground sort of smile.

"If you could find something truly optimistic about anything tonight, I'd be really fucking surprised..." Beck mumbled and let her baby blue eyes tick back to him. "I think anyone who actually tries is just a fucking bullshitter, and....I think if you tried to bullshit me right now, I'd leave your ass behind," she snickered lightly. She was kidding. Probably...

His eyes squinted as he looked past her, as if in deep contemplation for a moment. His mouth opened, hanging there for a moment before snapping closed. His head turned back toward the ceiling as he chuckled. "I've got nothin'." At least they could find some strange form of comfort in each other's dark thoughts. How could he be an optimist right now?! He was a virgin, his only friend before tonight was murdered in a horrific way, there was no real hope of getting out of this alive....and above all else....someone might find his body while he looked like a transvestite vampire. He couldn't quite find a silver lining in that. Or maybe that was it. His nose crinkled, more than a bit of dark humor ringing out as he glanced at Beck. "Well, at least if they find my body later, I'll be wearing something to show off my stunning ass." Smirking lightly, he shook his head before looking toward the ceiling. So dark. So....Well. This is why most people assumed he was gay.

Nodding away at that, she posed lightly pouting and pursing her lips until he spoke about being the freak in a speedo. Beck snickered and gave him a look before shrugging. "I don't know," she said reaching over to snap the side of the waistline in a gentle way. "I think you look kinda hot," she said, nose crinkling in a smirk that said she was only half joking.

A single brow rose as she began, a light grunt escaping to the snap of the waistline. It didn't hurt, it was just not something he saw coming. That brow was almost lost to his hairline as she claimed he looked hot. The half joking smirk had him squinting at her before breaking out into a bit of a chuckle. "It's the lace isn't it' Or the little bow on the side?" He teased lightly, his nose crinkling right back at her.

"I think it's...the confidence, honestly.." said Beck. "Like....If one of the football players wore than on a dare, they couldn't wear it like you do....You're confident in it, and I think it makes you look good..." Beck thought hard about that and then frowned, "I guess your corpse can't really be confident, though, so....Yeah, total freak," she nodded her agreement.

He seemed to consider her words for a moment, his lips pursed as he stared at the ceiling. "There's a fine line between confidence and simply not caring what other's think about it." He couldn't help but chuckling at the image of one of the jocks wearing it however. "It's true what they say, though. Confidence is key." Giving a firm nod to that statement. Her final sentiment had him grinning. "Total freak. Like I may just have a gimp outfit in my basement along with my fetish dungeon kinda freak." He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

Beck couldn't help but cackle and shrug, she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "I think I'm..." she chewed on her lip. "I'm gonna regret not doing more of what I love," she told him. "Like....I loved playing the piano, but I never got into it, because it wasn't considered cool. I wish I'd lived my life differently.." It was like Beck knew she was going to die.

When she rolled onto her back and drifted her gaze away, he did the same. Her cackle had him smiling, but her words had it faltering. "You play piano?" A little puff of air came out of his nose, brows bouncing up as he clearly hadn't expected that from her. "Well, be damned anyone who doesn't find it 'cool'. Doing what you love is much more important than popularity." He seemed firm on that statement, truly believing it. A slow sigh left him as his voice softened. "There's plenty of things I wish I'd done differently. Lived more, made more friends, been a bit more reckless instead of careful like.." His voice trailed off, the name sticking to his tongue like vinegar as he swallowed hard. "He always knew how to live, even if he did do it blitzed out of his mind most of the time."

"Yeah, I play, but....I stopped, because I'm an idiot. Maybe if I hadn't I wouldn't be in this situation," she scoffed. Then he spoke of his regrets, and she glanced over at him. "I don't know....You got pretty reckless tonight," she said, nudging him lightly. "You explored a supposedly haunted hotel with a murderer on the loose, and you happened to make friends with the coolest bitch in the world." Yeah, she couldn't keep a straight face on with that one.

He shook his head as if he disagreed with her being an idiot. "We're all idiots in one way or another." Then she spoke of how he'd been reckless tonight and he chuckled, his chin tipping upward a bit. "I did...I did get reckless," as if he was proud of it, even if it was false pride. "I didn't need to be dragged kicking and screaming the whole walk up," he was only half lying with that, clear by his tone. He hadn't been kicking and screaming, but Kai did have a firm hold of him the whole time. His smile spread at her finishing claim, however. "I don't know, I think I did anyways. Whether you believe it or not."

Eyes trailed up to him and she smiled a bit. He definitely wasn't all that happy to have been dragged there, but...He came, and he could've dipped out, but he didn't. The last bit made her smile wider, "Yeah, you think so?" she pursed her lips in a light smile and batted her eyelashes at him.

When she looked at him, he dragged his eyes away from the ceiling to her. His own smile matched hers as he gave a firm nod, as if he truly believed it. "I know so," putting emphasis on that word, his smile spreading a tad more.

Thinking for a long, hard while she raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged lightly. A deep breath was taken in and then sighed out, as if she were getting passed her own nerves. Beck softened a bit, and then sat up. She beckoned him with her finger, "Come here," she said.

His own brow lifted as she seemed to be psyching herself up for something. He watched her sit up, confusion clear on his features before she was beckoning to him. "Alright..." he muttered, more confused than reluctant as he did as she asked, his hands sliding out from under his head and pressed to the mattress to aid in sitting him up. When he was sitting next to her, he tilted his head slightly. He had absolutely no clue what she was doing.

Considering the last time she'd made a move, she got shut the fuck down by Emlen, poor Beck was totally on the fence about doing this. Her eyes sat on her hands which remained folded in her lap, and never before did she seem more like an awkward nerdy girl than in that moment. She swallowed hard and attempted to grab his hand, if he didn't protest, she'd just kinda...plop it down on her boob. Hopefully he'd take the hint. Probably not.

Dorian had chances before, he'd had a couple women make a move on him before but it had never felt right. Hell, considering the times he'd been dragged to parties by Kai, most of those women had been tipsy in one way or another. He'd never found it in him to want to sleep with a girl while intoxicated, either parties. It just seemed....sloppy. So he'd declined them gracefully and managed to weasel his way into being friends with them, though the likelihood of seeing or talking to those women again had gotten scarce. In this moment, however, they were almost dreadfully sober. And too stumped in what Beck was doing, he didn't object when his hand was grabbed, he merely looked down at it and watched with furrowed brows until....well, that's a boob. His brows shot high, nearly lost to his hairline as he took a shaky breath. "Oh...oh my," he muttered, swallowing hard. Yeah, he got the hint. If only because she'd been so forward with it. How could he not' The evidence was in his hand. "My point stands," he muttered even more awkwardly as his hand was now on her breast. In this instance, he meant her having lovely breasts. Though he was terrible at really finding the right words.

Eyes stared down at his hand, and then darted for a moment back up to his face. Hand, face, hand, face....She pursed her lips, and waited for a response, and damn it if he didn't say the right thing. She couldn't help but utter a light laugh to his words, and she nodded slowly. "Good," she said in a soft tone. Fingers moved to cup his cheek, and if he didn't protest she'd try and lure him right on in for a kiss.

There was a particular rosy hue to his cheekbones at the unexpected happening of Second Base, but that didn't particularly mean that he was complaining. His dark eyes drifted to the fingers that sought out his cheek and he didn't seem to move away as they made their destination, only for his eyes to move back to her as it was hook, line and sinker, she lured him in with ease. He leaned forward, a simple brush of lips at first before he moved to gain a firmer hold of her lips. He'd let the kiss linger, his eyes having closed and he didn't quite remember when. But after a few moments passed, he pulled away. His eyes drifted to the door, still leaned in close as he swallowed hard. His hand moved away from her chest to hold up a single index finger, "just....one moment, love. Wait right there," it was a hushed whisper considering their closeness. But he couldn't quite find himself able to relax. His hands raised as if him moving away from the bed would have the magic broken and her interest lost as he gave her the one moment gestures. Turning toward the door, instead of reaching for the knob, he turned the lock and slid the chain for the room deadbolt. Turned away from her for the moment, his eyes closed as he took a heavy breath. Am I really going to do this" Considering their gruesome possible fate, his eyes opened and he turned towards her with a soft smile, making it back to her. "Where were we".."

When he pulled away, she felt that familiar pang of rejection. He told her to wait a moment, and she did. Every instinct told her to avert her eyes and laugh it off as if the whole thing had been a joke. She didn't, she waited for that moment, watching him as he moved away. Then he locked the door, and she took in a deep breath. Was this really going to happen" It was beginning to look like it, and just like that he'd come back. He asked where they were, and she didn't speak. Instead, she smiled right back and leaned back in to press her lips hard against his.