[WM]Ghostly Pictures

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn was ready to take the picture of a ghost even if it killed him. Alright, this was a little over dramatic. He had no intention of dying while getting his shot but he sure wanted to get to that mansion and see what was so scary about it and get proof of the existence, or non-existence, of ghosts. This explained why he was one of the few students who chose to go to the Winter Mansion for Halloween.

Honestly, he didn’t see what was so scary about it. What really was scary was how likely it could fall on their head as they ventured through the many different rooms. He wouldn’t even be surprised if the second floor was forbidden because the stairs could break under you at any moment. He also expected a lot of dust and he came ready for it. He knew he looked a little ridiculous with his surgical mask but like this, he wouldn’t risk inhaling too much dust and ending up coughing a fireball. One mistake like that was enough. Of course, he also made sure that his level of gastric acid was pretty low so it was not likely for him to cough up one but just in case, he still brought that mask. He didn’t want to risk burning the place down. There would be ghosts for real this time, their ghosts.

Quinn took a picture of the facade. “I haven’t come here just for the front door, I should get in,” he thought out loud, the mask making it somewhat difficult to understand clearly what he said, but then again he wasn’t talking to anyone in particular. This was a solo operation, just like anything else he ever did. He wouldn’t be surprised to find some other student inside but he hoped this place was vast enough not to be forced to stay with them. With that thought, Quinn entered the mansion.

Quinn was scanning the whole place. He was trying to look at everything at once, forcing him to turn around sometimes to make sure he didn’t miss anything. He was not taking any pictures yet though. Dust and spider webs were not what he came here for. “Basement or second floor, what would be creepier?” he said to himself.

[Raegan St. Croix]

"You should try the basement. I hear bodies used to kept down there."

A voice simply said from around one of the corners. Rae revealed herself as she walked towards the younger guy, only to walk in a circle around him as she glanced around the room, as if she was trying to study it. Truth be told, Raegan had been in the mansion for the past hour or so, just checking out every room, studying the walls, seeing if there was really anything spiritual or haunted about the place. Even though she hadn't seen anything amusing to her so far, she was sure something would soon pop up for her to enjoy.

If not, then well, she could find her way back home. Her car was only parked right outside. Smirking, she noticed the mask on his face, probably the reason to why it was hard enough to hear him talk to himself. Well, seeing how he was talking to himself it probably wasn't her business as to what he was saying anyway.

She shrugged, "Or you could simply check out both and still be disappointed."

[Quinn Wiley]

Yes, Quinn jumped when he heard a voice. He didn’t notice anyone and was even less expecting anyone to reply to him. Most people simply ignored him. Well, it was more the other way around, he ignored them, but that was just playing with words. He looked at her, standing his ground. He had the feeling she was sizing him up and he didn’t like that feeling so he tried to look as unimpressed by this as possible and pretend that she did not scare him for a moment there. He also felt suddenly really stupid with his mask on but he didn't want to repeat the same mistake he did in the drama class. Burning a box full of prop was not as terrible as burning a centennial house. Or mansion. Whatever.

She was suggesting him where to look without really telling him what to do which made him wonder why she bothered talking in the first place. Who was she anyway? He looked up. From what he read, it had three floors. And certainly an attic he could explore. Well, if he could get there. Ghosts always seemed to be either in the basement or the attic. Like she said, he expected to be disappointed but he still brought his camera, just in case. “Might still get something interesting,” he objected. Alright, probably not a ghost, but how about some very old antiques?

“Attic,” he let out as he made his mind. The attic was the perfect spot to search for. Again, if he could get there. He tested the ramp of the staircase before putting one foot on the first step. It seemed solid enough. He turned to look at the young woman. “I’m not sick, I just don’t want dust in my lungs,” he said, pointing at the mask. He obviously was not disguised for Halloween since he had no surgeon outfit on. He didn’t know why he felt the point of justifying himself to her. Maybe because he didn’t want people to think he had the plague or anything like that.

[Raegan St. Croix]

Oh. Had she scared him? Well that was a shame. How the hell was he going to get through this haunted house if Raegan out of all people made him jump. Though, she did have a tendency of blending in with the shadows and the darkness in the cut corners all too well. Couldn't really blame her though, kind of was the gift she was working with.

It was kind of difficult not to notice someone in the middle of the house, with a surgical mask trying to take photos of ghosts. It was kind of entertaining, really. Raegan had been bored this whole entire time here, hopefully he was a screamer or at least a shouter whenever his figment of imagination got the best of him in this really shitty and dark home. She was pretty sure she would follow him anyway. She turned to look around towards the ceiling of the home. "Wouldn't hurt to try."

Her brows lifted as she looked at the guy, "Oh, well. And here I thought you were trying to pull off a fucked up fashion statement.." She nodded, "Ebola was probably the last thing I'd assume you had or something." Shrugging, she spun and made her way up the stairs. She figured if he was going to start at the attic she might as well join him, for the shits and giggles.

[Quinn Wiley]

She did not scare him. If asked, he would forever deny she scared him. It was just a jump scare because he didn’t see her, that didn’t count. The ghosts, ghouls and whatever other monstrosity living here will not be able to affect him that way. He shall capture them with his camera. If there was anything to capture, other than some very old and dusty pieces of furniture and spider webs.

He frowned, looking at her. A fashion statement? Like he would ever try to make a fashion statement! He knew Ebola was scaring everyone lately. Some people were paranoid with it. Yes, it was awful and all, but he doubted it would ever reach here. What were the odds anyway? “No, no statement or Ebola. Just a problem with the dust,” he repeated. Well, it wasn’t technically the dust that was the problem but Quinn didn’t feel the desire to explain coughing can have nasty effects with him.

He was already ignoring the girl, his mind too busy making up a plan of action for the evening. First, make sure it was possible to climb all the way to the third floor. Then, try to locate the entrance to the attic and finally dig through whatever there was up there without walking on some rotten plank. The last thing he wanted was for his foot to get stuck and have to call out for help. He didn't want to get in trouble for this when he bet it would be a disappointing night. It was still better than staying home watching bad horror movies with Pips tucked against him. And, from the attic, he could then walk down one floor at a time, exploring every room.

This was meant to be done without anyone around of course. He was even able to turn back if he found someone in the attic before him. But she started to climb the stairs with him. “What are you doing?” He knew this house was not his and she was allowed to go anywhere she wanted but that didn’t change the fact he wasn’t too keen in having her tagging along.

[Raegan St. Croix]

Rae cocked a brow, "Hm." So he just had an issue with dust? "Do you have like allergies or asthma or something? I don't see how you coming in an old abandoned and haunted home would be your smartest idea if that was the case." She took a few steps in a circle as she glanced around the walls and ceiling. "This place is infested with dust." Not that it was an issue for her or anything but she'd hate for someone like him to be bothered by it. Then again, he always had his cute little surgical mask.

The only real reason for why she was bothering him was because there hadn't been another person around in almost a few hours. Mostly everyone just came in, got spooked and ran off but it was clear that this one was set to do something and she wanted to see. She was bored and what better way to clear her boredom with messing with someone. Who knows, maybe she'd even use her powers here and there to have some real fun.

As she followed him, she stopped as soon as he asked what she was doing. Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. "Uh, going with you silly. I want to be able to witness stuff just in case a ghost possesses your body or something." She smiled, "You don't understand how long I've waited for that to happen today. Now get a move on. C'mon, go." She made a hand gesture, for him to hurry up the stairs.

[Quinn Wiley]

Quinn didn’t think he had to justify himself when it came to his mask but now that he had to, he realised how irrational it sounded, to come over to an old, dusty, abandoned house when you acted as if your had asthma or something. Quinn hesitated for a moment to tell her more. Speaking about his power was not something he did a lot and he failed to see why that should change. But, as she said, this place was dusty and he just admitted having something against the dust. “I just... don’t want to cough because of it...” he said with hesitation. This reason seemed just as irrational as the rest. “Why do you care anyway?” His tone was defensive. He didn’t like feeling trapped like she had managed to do and if he couldn’t get his way out of this with a good reason, he’d lash out at her. That generally worked pretty well to have someone off his back.

Quinn wanted to argue when she said she was coming along. He didn’t want her there. It wasn’t even like she cared about him or anything, she just wanted to witness something interesting. Quinn wanted to tell her no but he couldn’t find anything he could tell her that would have her turn back. It shouldn’t be hard, he could just bore her until she found someone else to annoy. She wouldn’t be the first girl calling him a creep and leaving him alone for that reason. But she wanted to go upstairs, with him and he felt she was ready to push him up the stairs if he didn’t move already. “If you’ve been here for a while, you must have checked every room. What makes you think it will be better this time?”