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[warning] horror

STOP THAT.

HAUNTED SHIT MEME

All right, dumbass. Didn't your momma ever teach you not to mess with ghosts? Either yes and you didn't listen, or no and you never learned on your own. You messed with some shit you shouldn't have messed with. You hecked up. Time to deal with the consequences.

LOCATIONS

1. HOUSE Your home, someone else's home, a haunted house up on the hill, whatever.
2. WOODS Why are you out in the woods? Why are you courting ghosts? Stop that and go home before slenderman gets you.
3. CHURCH This is a place of safety, right? Nothing can get you here, right?
4. MISC For anywhere that's not above. Haunted hospitals, prisons, "asylums," and so on. Just do what you will.

WHO ARE YOU?

1. STUPID KID From the dumbass teenager to the stupid kid sitting on the internet reading creepypasta, you're young and dumb and probably gonna get murdered by a ghost.
2. SOME ASSHOLE You're basically the dumbass dad that moves his family into some haunted-ass place. You don't listen because the house is PERFECT and nothing could possibly be wrong. Walls are dripping blood? Nah, it's just water damage.
3. HISTORIAN/ETC You're smart. You just have to deal with dumbasses coming into your research library every week and asking you about some stupid shit they want to do, badgering you until you tell them. Seeing their obituaries is getting kind of tiring.
4. OLD PRIEST/YOUNG PRIEST Some dumbass got possessed and you gotta fix it. Or you're cleansing a haunted house. Does it work or does shit go wrong? We're rooting for you, Father.
5. POOR DISTURBED SPIRIT You were just resting, minding your own business, when some dumbass called you out of the grave, or hell, or the abyss, or whatever. So now you're pissed off. Maybe they did the ritual right and you're bound to protocol, or they fucked up and you get to have fun. Careful though, don't get exorcised.
6. INNOCENT BYSTANDER You're not stupid, everyone around you is just a dumbass. Your family moved into a scary house and you want out, your roommate did some dipshit ritual and pissed off a demon and now you're stuck, whatever. Survive first, unfriend them on facebook later.

SCENARIOS

1. GHOST HUNTING Okay, you're pretty much a dumbass. Maybe you're legit or maybe you're just some amped up dude-bro, you're going to explore the far corners of the world in search of cool shit! Don't get murdered by a pissed off ghost, maybe. They're gonna scratch your nipples.
2. SCARY STORIES You're not actually as much of a dumbass as some of the other options! You're just sitting around telling scary stories. That's not too bad, right? Except you forgot that words have power and you can still call up some shit.
3. TIME TO PLAY You read about some cool scary game on the internet and you want to go through with it. You know, just to see. Here are some suggestions, dumbass.
4. SUMMONING ALL HAIL THE KING OF THE DUMBASSES. You wanted to summon a demon either to control it or ask it something or just to see if you could. Get ready to get messed up, because honestly? You shouldn't have messed with this shit. Better hope your circle of salt works, or you're screwed.
5. POSSESSION Y'all, this is some shit. Don't be a dumbass, call up some priests. Don't try to take care of this yourself. You know better. Don't listen to the demons.
6. HAPPENSTANCE Okay, maybe you weren't acting the dumbass. Maybe you just stumbled onto something on accident. Still, you disturbed someone's slumber and now you gotta get out.

As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun! Remember, you never know what things you do can conjure. Maybe something scary will happen to you. Here's some creepypasta if you want it, but you can also make up whatever. We're not the actual cops, just the ghost-hunting dumbass police.

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[ his entire job centers around being a dumbass. ]

[she does work at a shrine. the perfect place for spooky shenanigans!]

[Hey. This seems like a good way to make some money or find YouTube fame!]

[Hi. Hello. This sounds awesome. Keiran could use some odd jobs stuff. Maybe they can go location hunting? Or he could do maybe sound engineering?]

[ either of those options sounds great! i like the idea of scoping out new locations. maybe an old hospital for a medical-themed flick? those places could be haunted as hell. ]

_{[He's all about this noise.]}

It was pretty much the coolest thing in the world to have gotten himself hooked up to the film production group. Sure, they could only pay him peanuts, but he was a big supporter of peanuts and he didn’t need much. Anything that made him a little more financially independent and kept his hands out of dishwater at a restaurant was a worthwhile endeavor.

Plus. Haunted Houses. That’s what grabbed him most when he applied. He’d get to work with horror movie makers and wasn’t that the coolest thing in the entire world? Yes, the answer to that question was yes.

So sure, he was a little enthusiastic as he parked the van and bounded out of it, leaving his team mate to try to get all of his equipment together, so that he could go racing up to the doors of the abandoned hospital. The chain and lock on the doors had been cut by teenagers and homeless people awhile back to use this place for shelter or to get high. The ground level windows were boarded up or broken and covered in rusted chicken wire. Ivy creeped up worn and weathered stone.

Were they allowed to be there? Well…not exactly. They’d work on permits if they liked the location. Kili hadn’t been able to even get the security staff that patrolled the grounds (well, sat in a truck at the front gate and didn’t even check that people were using the back to pull a van in) to sign off on their visit. But he didn’t want to disappoint. This was his first gig. His first find. And oh boy, was it ever a doozy.

“C’mon, man! Ghosts won’t film themselves!”

[ He's the sensible friend who got dragged along for the ride. Modern au also available. ]

Edited 2017-07-12 16:04 (UTC)

[he's hella the ghost]

Don't you think this might be a bit... much?

[ clive stares up at the looming church building in front of them. it's huge. ridiculously huge with high, daunting archways; white concrete walls and maroon, wooden shutters. everything about it screams grand and imposing as it stretches out across a good portion of the land. if it isn't for the obvious thick layers of dust and cobwebs, you would think the church was still open to the public for sermons and prayers.

but then again, he can't really envision most people wanting to attend a church in the middle of one of the most haunted graveyards in the town, especially with its own sordid history. it's impressive. it's impressive as it is ridiculous. ]

It looks like a bloody mansion. I thought churches were supposed to be humble.

[He can kind of see dead people. Surprisingly not as "everywhere" as you'd think.]

Somewhere, Bong-ju's mother is sensing a disturbance in the force again and lamenting the fact that her son is a dumbass that messes around with ghosts again but unfortunately for her, her son continues to do so because it's his job and it kind of pays off sometimes, like, with real money. "Real" money as in dollars as opposed to "exposure" or something, not big bucks. There's an important distinction there. Paying Kili peanuts isn't being stingy; they're all getting paid peanuts.

It's exciting though, and his passion. It'd have to be. Today he's only dragging a small handicam out of his bag to take some preliminary footage - they can worry about lighting and otherwise if they decide to take it on. It's promising so far though, and soon enough he's locking up the van and jogging up behind the other man, shaking his head. "Man, I don't want to film any real ghosts."

He's grinning though in that knowing sort of way that either means he's going to look for a way to make it seem like it or they're going to do some dumbass thing while they're here. In any case he carefully shoulders one of the large doors open, voice low with that strange reverence that comes up in some people in abandoned places.

"We're thinking it's going to be a news camera. Documentary-style. It's overdone but if we're careful with the scripting I think we'll be okay. This will be enough to check it out and see if it'll work out." Bong-ju is already swinging the camera around slowly from one end of the entry area to the other, looking thoughtful. "I like doing those kinds of shoots because we can get the whole crew on camera."

It's pretty ostentatious, huh?

[ bong-ju frowns a little, brows furrowing, but he's not put off. not yet. he shrugs after a moment, pushing the large metal gate open and wincing as it screams from disuse before stepping inside and holding it for clive so he can close it after him.

(rule one of abandoned places: there's no politeness in "here, you go first.")

bong-ju likes the church, but maybe the other man is right. maybe it is too much. still, he moves toward it and carefully up the front steps. it's so gloomy with the way it looks - somehow it's sadder to look so ready to accept people in but be so empty. like the building itself is waiting.

creepy. ]

I like it, but you think maybe it's too Resident Evil movie? I dig those, but that's not what we're going for here.

By the second set, and only the same few groupies he had acquired present (all drunk moms out on ladies night and this one sullen goth boy who might be a girl but Keiran couldn't tell), the man on the stool with the guitar and the mic stand realised that the second date he'd set up with Gabriel wasn't going to happen. All of the upbeat covers dissolved into a few just-as-sullen-as-the-goth-boy/girl ballads he'd written himself for when he was terribly heartbroken and he ended up joining his brother at the bar as the night wound down.

"It was sparks, Fee," Kili complained into his pint. "Honest to God sparks. Like my lips were on fire when they touched his." But Gabriel hadn't texted him back on a few days, though he warned him he might not be able to because of his work.

There would be no shirtless training sessions. No playful attempt to keep the scarf. No more long walks. No songs sang while looking at just one person nursing a cider in the corner.

Kili glanced at his phone but there was nothing. No excuse. No apology.

He shouldn't have asked for that kiss. His was a kiss of death. One and done. He was sure of it now. This proved it.

Fili ordered him another drink and threatened to have it himself until Kili downed it and then sighed into his new pint. "No more sadness. Kee," Fili said, putting his arm around his brother. "I've a job for you. Up by Camden Stables. One of Uncle Dolan's shipments is getting in late."

"Why don't you go?" Kili grumbled in frustration, pouting at the door that never seemed to admit the one person he wanted to see.

"Because you need the distraction or I'm just going to give you a shiner on the other eye."

And Kili couldn't really tell his brother off for that when he was right. So he left Fili at the bar, hired a taxi on the corner and went up towards the vibrant but seedier side of London. He never asked what his uncle shipped in to these weird, mostly abandoned buildings (though he knew better than to ask), he just did as he was told. Second floor. Metal case with the combination on the centre staircase landing. He tipped the cabbie well and sighed, dragging his feet, scarf around his neck.

( Kili you're breaking my heart oh noo )

It had been his own fault. He shouldn't have stayed out as late as he had, or better yet he shouldn't have gone out at all. As careful as Gabriel thought he'd been, he was caught returning to the property by a member of Christian's father's security team, and since he wasn't well liked amongst the rest of household, it was inevitable that this got back to his boss. Staying out all night was not deemed as acceptable behaviour, not when he knew how high the family's standard were. Not when he was expected to be at the top of his game every day, without failure. He should have known better.

To cut a long story short, his personal phone had been confiscated - likely disposed of - and his hopes of seeing Kili again pretty much shot to hell. He hadn't memorised his number, so as he'd left the office, it'd taken a lot not to let his anger show.

Thursday loomed, and a quick look at his calendar let him know just how much the universe hated him. He was allowed that night off, but for one reason only, and that sadly didn't involve apologising profusely to a handsome musician. So as the evening sky darkened and his work day came to an end, he headed to his usual haunt with even less enthusiasm than normal if that was possible.

The place had been abandoned for years and hopefully it'd stay that way; it was one of the better places for him to turn without being interrupted. There was a lot of space and a couple of storeys which afforded him hiding places should he need them. Once he'd arrived, all he had to do was just sit around and wait. Each turn was different; some started early, some late. There was no way to tell, but the one thing they had in common? They hurt like hell. Heading upstairs to the first floor, he chose one of the larger rooms, took a seat under the window, and waited.

Was Kili still playing, or would the gig be over by now? Was he angry with him? Gabriel couldn't blame him if he was. He'd be pissed were the roles reversed.

"Creepy warehouse, probably drug dealers nearby," Kili sung to himself as he climbed the stairs. It had been dark for about two hours now. His set had gone from seven to just after eight and now the moon was out and bright and the only visible in the London-haze sky. Light pollution came through the windows that weren't boarded up, but Kili had his phone out to act as a torch. It was just bright enough to tell him where not to step. "Probably assisting one now oooor, maybe gonna catch some teens shagging and if I do, good for them!"

Maybe he shouldn't just be singing nonsense. Maybe he should be quiet. And if he was doing something illegal and again, he didn't ask questions, then maybe he shouldn't exactly advertise his presence to the great wide masses. At least Keiran was dressed for this section of London. He loved his punk rock look and he had managed to slide into some skinny black leather pants, a tight black shirt and fingerless gloves.

The latter was actually to try to keep the swelling of his knuckles down because they hurt like a bitch when he played.

Other than that, his hair left to its naturally curly glory, Keiran had only his phone and guitar with him, strung over his back like an urban cowboy in a Stephen King novel. Yeah. He felt cool. He felt badass. He felt a little ridiculous feeling either, honestly.

On the second landing, he abandoned his singing to head towards the large room to his left only to stop in the doorway. "Gabriel?" Was this planned? Was that why Fili sent him alone?! Were they about to have a romantic picnic and warehouse sex like the hypothetical teenagers in his imagination?! "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"So...I could be in a film?" Keiran's accent was pure posh-London, which got him further in life than one might imagine it would outside of television. He regularly used it to smooth-talk his way into beneficial situations, or at least that was what he told himself was his true, real life super power. In reality, people tended to feel sorry for him. He was entirely too gung ho and took things just a bit too literally.

His older brother generally did his best to keep him in line but Philip wasn't here right now to grab his ear and drag him out of a situation that could very likely lead to being hurt.

Why? Well, there was a reason no one was supposed to be here. Outwardly, it was because the building was falling apart and could be a health risk. Secondly, and the reason that the security staff never even came close to the hospital, was that this place had a reputation.

And it wasn't for being a great place to throw Halloween raves for high schoolers.

"What's the Documentary going to be about?" Because yes, he was taking that literally. Kili leaned on the door so Bong-ju could shimmy past him, using the light on his phone to guide the way.

With his head resting against the wall behind him, Gabriel had been content to lose himself in his thoughts until the first familiar pains shot through him. He'd already been there a couple of hours, maybe longer, but that wasn't unusual.

What was, however, was the sound of someone approaching the warehouse. And that someone entering the warehouse. By this point Gabriel's eyes had flicked open as he'd sat forward, listening with growing dread as the person not only began to make their way up the stairs, but as the voice very quickly became familiar.

No.No no no, this wasn't good.

Well in a way it was, but if this situation was a pie chart, a hefty 98% of it was coloured in red, with red representing how less-than-ideal this was about to become.

On his feet in an instant, Gabriel tried to think of what he could possibly say to excuse his being here, or why he was here and not at Kili's gig. Why he hadn't texted him or called, or better yet how to get Kili to leave here as soon as was physically possible.

And then it was too late. He'd been caught, and now he had to act like absolutely nothing was wrong and that he wasn't suddenly on the brink of a full blown anxiety attack.

"Kili- hi, ah-" Crossing the room, he made himself speak quickly. "Before you say anything, I am so sorry about missing tonight, my boss took my phone and I don't know your number off by heart. I promise I'll make it up to you if you want me to."

Come on, universe. Let them wrap this up first at least.

Daft, beautiful Kili was too busy laughing, reaching out to press his hands to Gabriel's lovely feeling biceps. He'd known there had been sparks. He'd felt them zinging his lips, like little pleasure Devils with amorous pitchforks all geared towards making Kili feel special and more in love than he had any right to be given that he didn't know the man's last name or even what his favourite flavour of ice cream was.

And that was no way to have a relationship!

"How's it your boss can take your phone? Not supposed to have them at the restaurant either but I still manage to Tweet from time to time on the clock. No, not important. You're here now. You missed a fantastic show. I was scouted by two dozen potential managers from prominent labels but when I told them that my lead singer for the Air Band had stood me up, they all left. You cost us an air recording contract and so yes, you will make it up to me. I absolutely want that."

Kili was expecting that making up to happen right here, right now. He'd figure out how to get the scarf in on the action too. Or maybe he'd play a new set of original songs for Gabriel, bathed in moonlight at the window.

That would be romantic, right?

(Gabe the ~~friendly~~ asshole ghost.)

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