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Is totally not scared of ghosts.
Characters: Vera Solomon, Open
When: 24th September
Where: The Hospital
Rating: PG
Summary: Vera decides to go ghost hunting. Unfortunately, she's not too big a fan of the supernatural. At all.
The hospital is an old, tall building with plants slowly creeping their way up and through the walls and it just seemed to generate a feeling of eeriness, the fact it was raining didn't seem to help.
Vera wasn't even inside yet, and she hated it already.
She shifted irritably in front of the old building, hands buried deep in her trench coat pockets; making sure to keep a glare firmly fixed on it. Really though, why the hell was she feeling so uncomfortable; she'd been in old, abandoned buildings before, the only thing that made this one different was the possibility of ghosts...
...Maybe she'll stay outside for a few more minutes.
When: 24th September
Where: The Hospital
Rating: PG
Summary: Vera decides to go ghost hunting. Unfortunately, she's not too big a fan of the supernatural. At all.
The hospital is an old, tall building with plants slowly creeping their way up and through the walls and it just seemed to generate a feeling of eeriness, the fact it was raining didn't seem to help.
Vera wasn't even inside yet, and she hated it already.
She shifted irritably in front of the old building, hands buried deep in her trench coat pockets; making sure to keep a glare firmly fixed on it. Really though, why the hell was she feeling so uncomfortable; she'd been in old, abandoned buildings before, the only thing that made this one different was the possibility of ghosts...
...Maybe she'll stay outside for a few more minutes.
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He muttered something under his breath, one of the orbs floating ahead of them, disappearing down the stairs. He laid his hand on the railing, gripping it to steady himself.
He stepped in front of Vera a little once they reached the next floor, glancing down one corridor and then the next. Had it gotten darker? He shifted his strap to his other shoulder and tilted his head, "Which way do you think we should go first?"