[WM] Mummies And Ghosts

[Elena Petrowski]

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Elena opened the door to the giant mansion, wincing a little at the creaking noise before stepping inside. She had picked a time when there was fewer people around, which honestly, was something of a surprise, considering how popular this silly little event seemed to be. She wasn't one for celebrating Halloween; Which wasn't surprising, as it wasn't a popular tradition in Europe, but she couldn't resist that chance now that it was presented to her.

Closing the door behind her, she squinted her ice blue eyes as she waited for her to get adjusted to the darkness. The house was old and left very little to the imagination, considering how it looked like it was just about to fall apart. Sighing, the blonde pursed her lips before rolling her eyes.

She continued through the house, checking out the various rooms before she decided heading upstairs was the best course of action.

She didn't stop until she reached a door at the end of the second floor hallway. Opening it, she slipped through the crack of the door and headed inside, waiting for the door to close behind her. In the darkness, she could make out the old bedroom still containing a few tore down furnitures; A bed, an old mirror with no glass left; the pieces laid spread across the floor, an old wardrobe which honestly had seen better days, just like the rest of the house and some chairs and tables scattered about. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the blonde pursed her lips as a bored sigh fell from her lips.

Well, this wasn't nearly as spooky as she had thought it would be.

[Charlotte Logan]

She had been a fool. A fool. Charlotte was no brave hearted girl, a hero who feared nothing; she was human and she was a very fearful one at that. God forgive me now... she thought to herself as she stared up at Winter Mansion, a dimmed flashlight in her hand- the path of light shaking as her hand became ever more jittery. 

Why she had come here in the first place was beyond  her. She had heard some other kids, younger than her, talking excitedly about it in the library earlier that day; claiming that people who didn't go into the house we're scaredy cats before they were shushed by the librarian. Charlotte had not meant to be listening, she had been working on an essay on Classical music but her wandering concentration had latched onto the only other distraction in the room. 

Charlotte was almost definatley a scaredy cat, but she didn't want to be. That was why she was here, that was why her hand was slowly reaching for the handle on the front door of the old dilapidated house...

"No!" She said quietly to herself, withdrawing her hand from its action as if the door handle had been burning hot. "This...this is stupid.."

She turned to leave but something stopped her, something stopped her feet taking a couple more steps back to the street where she would walk all the way back to campus along. Charlotte breathed in then out before she turned back to the house, went up the stairs to the porch and found herself again at the front door. This time she opened it and went inside...

It was dark, even with her flashlight which was slowly dying anyway- getting dimmer and dimmer with every step she took into the house. Soon it was too dark for her to see her own hand! Oh...wait.. she thought to herself, focusing hard on where her fingers gripped the flashlight tightly I've just turned invisible... 

Charlotte sighed and began to make her way out the house when she heard someone upstairs. Curiosity got the better of her, unfortunately, and she found herself climbing the rickety old staircase which creaked and groaned with every step she took onto the second floor. Her flashlight died suddenly, causing her to drop it in fright- she watched it sadly roll away to the end of the corridor to a door which was partially ajar...

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[Elena Petrowski]

Elena's head snapped to the side at the sound of someone walking up the stairs. She tilted her head to the side, as if to hear better. Her ice blue eyes rested upon the open door, curiously watching for any signs of movement -- and that's when she saw the rolling flashlight.

Sighing, the blonde pushed herself up from the bed, causing the old mattress to creak and moan, as if any movement pained the old springs that had undoubtedly rusted a long time ago.

Moving to the door, the blonde reached out her hand to push the door further up, her pale face sticking out from the doorway as she looked down the hallway, her eyes squinting in the dark. She couldn't see a whole lot, which didn't surprise her all that much. When you lived in a world filled with supernatural human beings, few things did. Elena wasn't overly brave or anything like that, but she did think there was a logical explanation behind everything. Even something as a flashlight rolling without any visible owners.

Kneeling down, Elena picked up the flashlight, weighing it with her hand as her icy stare continued watching the seemingly empty hallway. Her blonde hair hang over her right shoulder and her costume would probably light up like a damn beacon in the darkness, but what the hell. She could however pick up the thoughts of whoever was around and it had the blonde rolling her eyes.

"You know, if you're trying to hide, you should probably consider cloaking your thoughts as well," she said, drawling, "They're practically screaming, and I'm pretty sure I can smell your fear too, which is ironic, considering how that's not part of my ability."

[Charlotte Logan]

Charlotte sighed heavily, moving one step towards the door before something stopped her. A noise. Charlotte froze, arms by her side and her eyes wide- invisibly- watching the door. She could feel her heart beat fast as she heard delicate footsteps walk to the door. The blonde thought about closing her eyes, thinking maybe if she did then the ghost or whatever was in that room wouldn't bother her. 

It was too late though cause as this thought crossed her mind, the door opened and a mummy appeared in the doorway. Charlotte repressed a scream as she watched the creature lean down and pick up her flashlight- it was too dark to see much without it so all she saw was the white outline of the thing, and its gaze as it slowly drew its eye contact to her. 

It was only a few moments later, that Charlotte realized that the mummy was in fact just a girl dressed in a costume "You know, if you're trying to hide, you should probably consider cloaking your thoughts as well, they're practically screaming, and I'm pretty sure I can smell your fear too, which is ironic, considering how that's not part of my ability."

She didn't recognize the voice, sadly, which made her even more nervous than she currently was; it was foregin. 

At that moment, Charlotte felt her power falter. She flickered visible for a mere few seconds before returning invisible again. Swallowing, Charlotte thought she might as well apologize for frightening the girl

"S...Sorry" she stammered- out of fear mainly- quietly "I-I-I'm not trying to hide fr-from you...I can't hel-hel-help it..."

Which was the truth, no matter how hard she was trying to return visible Charlotte couldn't do it; she just hoped the girl would believe her. 

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[Elena Petrowski]

Quirking a brow, the Russian kept her blue, piercing eyes glued to the area the voice came from. It was far too dark to really see much, but that hardly bothered her. Elena wasn't easily scared, and even something like a voice coming from seemingly nowhere didn't put her off her ground. Granted, it surely helped that she could read the girl's mind and the poor thing was out of her mind terrified, which had the blonde rolling her eyes.

Some people really needed a bap to the head to get their priorities straight.

"That's unfortunate," she drawled as the girl spoke, mentally forcing herself not to roll her eyes again. And the stuttering; God, that was painful to listen to.

"Stuttering like a damn fool isn't exactly going to make things better, you know; The invisibility might catch people off guard, but you're not a very intimidating individual; Imagine if I was some kind of predator, searching for my next victim. Nevermind me being able to read your mind; You're plenty noisy on your own," she added with a sigh, lifting her hand to comb her fingers through her hair.

Pursing her lips, Elena looked at the flashlight for a moment. She then continued to toss it towards where the voice came from, her blue eyes watching it as it rolled over the floor. "There you go. That might give you a little more bravery."

[Charlotte Logan]

The more Charlotte listened to this girl, the more her feathers became ruffled- metaphorically speaking. The girl did not seemed concerned or, bothered for that matter, if Charlotte could control her power or not. It showed that this girl, whatever her name was, that she wasn't a very nice person. The blonde pursed her lips and listened further to what the girl was saying. 

"Stuttering like a damn fool isn't exactly going to make things better, you know; The invisibility might catch people off guard, but you're not a very intimidating individual; Imagine if I was some kind of predator, searching for my next victim. Nevermind me being able to read your mind; You're plenty noisy on your own,"

There was pause, before Charlotte watched the foreign  girl roll her torch back towards her "There you go. That might give you a little more bravery."

Charlotte felt her face flush red with anger, embarrassment, a whole plethora of emotions that she could not think of a name for right now. Goodness... this girl is terribly rude Charlotte couldn't help but think about the girl. Seconds later, she realized what she'd done on a subconscious level; reaching down quickly to pick up the flash light Charlotte found herself blurting out words in actual complete sentences.

"Sorry," she apologised first before thanking "Thank you..for the..." she waved the torch in the air aimlessly before bashing it a little to turn it on. "It's a bit old so it doesn-doesn't work...really...unless you hit i-it" 

The flashlight flickered back to life. Charlotte looked at the beam and slowly turned it towards the stranger, but kept it at ground level so's not to blind the poor thing. After thinking for a moment Charlotte turned her head to the side (not that the girl would be able to see her, she was still invisible). 

"Why wou...would you say that...about the ...the predator...." Charlotte managed to splutter out- thinking about the possible mutant haters "I-its not...not the safest time for people...like us..."

Charlotte had not heard anything specifically about mutants being kidnapped by people because of what they were but with all that had happened in the last few months; it was still pretty scary. It was only a matter of time before history began to repeat itself- where those different would become targets of hatred. 

"I...I mean you must have problems with mutants clashing in your coun...country?" she questioned "where..are you from?"

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[Elena Petrowski]

Watching curiously as the girl apologized and then defended her flashlight by making excuses for it, Elena pursed her lips and absentmindedly tapped her fingers against her hip. "Very interesting," she drawled sarcastically. Not exactly the piece of information Elena was interested in hearing, though, knowing the girl's skittish personality, she couldn't exactly blame her for rambling. It seemed to be a common trait among these people.

However, the next time the girl spoke up, it had the blonde quirking her brow. Wow, did she take everything Elena said too seriously. Sighing, she simply shook her head, as her gaze dropped to the dancing light at her feet before smirking. "Because it's true," she informed the girl. "And I assure you, there's currently no predators lurking around; If there was, I would have been able to pick them up. You're much safer here, with me, than anywhere else as of right now." Which actually was kind of ironic, but still true.

From reading the girl's thoughts once more, she gathered that the girl was referring to SPECTRE, which honestly was even more ironic, seeing as how they were nowhere to be seen after having publicly humiliated themselves by attacking a school filled with children and teenagers; That didn't exactly go well with the media, which had forced the organization to take a step back. They would be foolish to make another move. Especially this soon.

The girl didn't seem to think that though, considering how worried she was.

"Not the way that you guys had," she said thoughtfully, pursing her lips. "And I wouldn't worry too much. Because of the way SPECTRE handled the situation, you guys probably won't see them for a very long time. Even with the way things went down, we're still a national secret and the only ones who really outed themselves was SPECTRE; Attacking a school filled with teenagers and children? The media didn't take kindly to that." This had the blonde smirking.

"I'm from Russia; A student of the St. Cadou school in Romania."

She was surprised the girl hadn't gathered that much from her accent, though, Russian didn't seem to be a popular strike of people around Bellefonte, so maybe it wasn't such an odd thought after all.