Good is Never Good Enough

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Playroom//Nov 2//11:00 am

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Rosie blinked in shock. Swallowed and whispered, “Oh.” That was not-that was not something she had considered. Filleted open. Like wings. She supposed, dizzy, that that explained the blood.

Ava, at her side, suggested that she had perhaps underestimated what was going on here. It was not as easy as it sometimes was to ignore her.

Not considering at all what she shouldn’t say, she answered honestly, “No, I didn’t see her. Not like that anyway,” she answered, voice distant, floaty. Or, maybe, it was her that was floaty. Rosie was unsure. “Do you think-was it religious in nature or a mockery of her character?”

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She stared at the other, confused at how she was able to believe that there was some sort of religious factor. That thought would have never crossed Liz’s mind nor did she believe it. “No. I believe that someone did it for their own reasons that we’ll be able to find out once we find them. I don’t like jumping to conclusions until I have enough information.” Liz paused, thinking silently for a moment. “Did you do it?”

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Playroom//Nov 2//11:00 am

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Rosie blinked, actually looking at the girl. She seemed interesting, sharp. Fear hadn’t puddled her yet. The others were jittery, frantic, looking over their shoulders. More liable to mistakes. But this girl…calculating was the word. 

“Hello?” Rosie said, soft, unsure. The girl had a look, a certain look Rosie had once been very used to, on her face. The other girl thought there was something wrong with her, bad wrong. It was like being back in middle school. And then, something else, “You saw the angel, didn’t you?”

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Liz hadn’t expected the girl to react so calmly to her presence. In fact, a normal person would have probably been in hysterics over the whole situation in front of them. There was something strange about here. If she had done this, there was no telling what else she would do.

She stepped into the room, staying as close to the door as possible. “I saw the girl who’s back was filleted open like wings, yes. I assume that you have seen her too.”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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“You’re seriously fucking delusional if you think anyone is dead around here. You even just saying that makes me think that maybe you, yourself is just in on it.” Shaking her head, Ember rolled her eyes and started toward the stairs. “Stay up there then, and I guess we’ll see you when you decide you’re sick of going in circles. Half the tour guides got lost in here, see if you will, too. By the way, you’re a freak.”

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“Don’t you dare call me delusional. I saw her with my own eyes. Her back was filleted and she was turned into an angel. And don’t you try to turn this on me. You’re the one who brought us all here. You’re just as much of a suspect as anyone here.” Liz shook her head in disbelief. She couldn’t believe Ember had that audacity to blame her. “And you’re a bully but you don’t see me stating the obvious. Have fun hanging out with a murderer.”

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Playroom//Nov 2//11:00 am

Rosie hovered unsure at the entryway. She could smell the stench of iron from where she stood. She bit down harshly on her lip and pushed the door open wide. The room seemed to shiver as she entered it. Something truly awful had occurred here. 

Most of the blood had dried except the largest puddle in the center of the room. It was the message smeared across the wall that caught her attention again though. 

“1 out of 12. Good luck.” 

That if nothing else confirmed that this was a sick game. The Being didn’t want anything from them (but their suffering). This wasn’t something they could fix or negotiate their way out of. Rosie desperately needed to talk to the girl who had died here, the one in her dream, the angel girl. She had to know something, anything.

“Hello?” She whispered. “I need to talk to you? About the thing that killed you?” Silence, unadulterated, thick. A flicker. A name. A smirk held together by sheer willpower. A knife piercing the skin of her back. An angel again.

The creaking of the door behind her pulled her slowly out of it. She stared unseeingly at the girl in the doorway for a moment still puzzled about the angel. Outloud, she questioned, “Why do I keep seeing angel wings? I don’t understand. Was that her costume for the party? Is it symbolic. Is she saying the Being is the angel of death?”

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Staying separate from the group, Liz continued searching the house for more clues. So far, she hadn’t had anything that would lead her to Hayley’s killer, however, she remained hopefully. At the moment, it seemed unsolvable and that didn’t sit well with Liz. She hated when she couldn’t figure a problem out. It always made her question her intelligence. 

Maybe there was something that she was missing. Something at the scene that she hadn’t seen yet. Hopefully, something would shed some light on this murder. Liz ventured back to the room with the ‘angeled’ girl before stopping as she heard someone speaking. Had the killer returned to the crime? Did the mystery solve itself before Liz could figure anything out? 

She quietly pushed the door open before peering inside to observe the other.

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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“You really think there’s some kind of ghost here or something, don’t you?” Looking at the girl like she was insane, Ember shook her head and threw up her hands. “I swear to god, some of you people are seriously insane.” Rolling her eyes at the mention of a girl that she didn’t even really know, the leggy brunette rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I haven’t seen anyone who isn’t with the group. Maybe the house got her. Wooooo.” Making little movements with her fingers, she sighed. “Are you coming downstairs or not? I am not staying up here any longer than I have to.” 

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Liz looked at the other, eyebrow arched. How could they think she of all people believed that there was some type of ghost activity? In fact, Liz was offend that she thought she was that stupid. “Absolutely not. There is no such thing as ghosts, you over dramatic ditz. If you think otherwise, you’re an idiot. Oh, and for your information, someone in this house, someone in your “little group”  murdered her. Filleted her. Turned her into an angel. So by all means, go back to your people downstairs. Idiot.” She rolled her eyes before storming off.

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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“Don’t find it beneficial? Are you insane?” She was sure looking at the other girl like she was, Ember confused how anyone would want to be alone in this place with everything that was going on. “This place is a fucking maze, believe me, if anyone knows, it’s me. You get lost on the upper floors and there’s a good chance no one is going to find you because all of us are downstairs, safe together. But hey… your funeral, right?” If this place was haunted, maybe it was better to have someone around on their own. Let her draw it’s focus and keep it away from the rest of them.

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“Let’s be real, you’re better off surviving with your own intelligence than you are relying on the half brains of the group. Plus it’s a fact that people in groups are sheep. They do what other people do which puts you at a higher risk of dying. If you don’t like being alone, that’s fine but I wouldn’t surround yourself with all of them. I’d pick like one or something.” Liz shrugged before looking down the hallway. “Speaking of small groups, have you seen Hayley?”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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Johnny continued to keep his fake smile on his face. He couldn’t read the others facial expression to know if she bought into it or not. But he was just going to keep going on with it. It seemed like the smarter option than allowing the guilt to spread across his face. Johnny nodded. “I feel you on that. I wish there was a way out.”  

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“Yeah, I can’t believe no one has found anything yet. Between however many of us there are, someone should have found a way out by now.” Liz shook her head before leaning against the wall. She wasn’t sure how to go about questioning Johnny but she knew something had to be said. “Have you seen Hayley? I can’t seem to find her anywhere.”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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Ember calmed a little once the shock of having ran into someone else had passed, and she took a deep breath. “Listen.. no one should be up here, it’s seriously easy to get lost in this place. Besides.. unless you planned to jump from a window, I don’t think there’s a lot of exits up here. I think it’s safest if we all just stick together downstairs… A search party is the last thing we need to be doing right now.”

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Liz was a bit skeptical of the other’s intentions. Ember had never been particularly kind to her. Plus, she had been the one to invite everyone over. What if she had been in on this the whole time?  “Mmm, while in theory it sounds good to stick together, I personally don’t find it beneficial. Too many voices. Too many opinions. Not enough action or good.”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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Johnny used his sleeve to wipe his glossy eyes. The last thing he wanted was this girl to think something was wrong with him. Everything was okay, he had to tell himself. A fake smile spread across his face. “’M fine.” Johnny lied. “Are you okay?” He shot back at her.

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She examined him. The other was definitely not okay. Only an idiot would believe him but she decided not to press the issue, especially if he was going to try to get some answers from him. Liz frowned as she nodded. “I’m alright. Just tired. I really wish we could get out of here, you know?”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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Ember was freaked right out. After finally being let loose from the room, her arms clutched around her clothes, she’d quickly changed in a bathroom on the first floor, leaving her clothes behind as she made her way back towards the main floor and everyone who would be waiting there in the Great room. They definitely needed to all stay together. The hallways though, weren’t making sense, and it was just about the time that she was about to panic that she turned a corner and felt herself collide with someone else standing there. Humiliated at her own scream, she instead narrowed her eyes on the other girl, a searing glare. “What are you doing up there?!”

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She put her hands up in defense as the other screamed in her direction. Liz hated when people made loud noises especially at her. Once she was able to cool her self off, her arms dropped to her side. Her eyes focused on the other. “What am I doing up where? You invited me. I’m doing whatever one else is doing, trying to find a way out.”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

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Johnny had been a mess, since he started to notice what was going on around him. All he had gathered was they were trapped in the house, Sully and some girl were both dead. It bothered Johnny that he couldn’t do anything to help in either situation. With Sully he sadly let his best friend die, which had cause a huge pain in his heart. He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to forgive himself because his best friend was begging for his help. With this girl he wanted redemption for not being there for his friend. Sadly, he was unable to do that. Johnny sighed as he roamed around the halls. Hoping something would at least ease his pain for a few moments.

[elizabethsuttonn-blog]

As she heard footsteps, her attention was immediately turned to them. Liz noticed the other walking along the corridors. He looked guilty. Super Guilty. He would be her best bet for possibly getting some answers. She walked over to the other and looked at him. “Excuse me,” Liz meekly asked. “Are you okay?”

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Perspective Hallway|Nov 1st|3:00PM

Typically, Liz knew how to handle a situation. She was very capable of keeping herself together under stress. However, there was something so unsettling about seeing a dead body and knowing that someone in the house had been responsible. Liz needed to figure out who had done this. Not necessarily because she wanted justice for the girl, Liz didn’t really care about that. She just wanted to know how whoever did it, did it. But, for once, she didn’t know where to start. She held her head in her hands and slowly paced up and down the hallway, trying to figure out who could be a suspect. 

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“is it just me or has it dropped ten degrees in last five minutes?” 

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“I think that might just be you because if anything, it’s stuffy and warm in here.”

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Kitchen II Nov. 1st II 11:47 am

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They could understand Elizabeth’s shock, in a distant sort of way. It was quite the scene to behold, absolutely beautiful. It had been a labor of love. Honestly, they thought it might one of their best works. Their victim was staged for a show. They had positioned the girl, naked, in the center of the playroom, facing the door. On either side of her, the skin of her back hung, pinned into place, like angel’s wings. Carving her up had been delicate, messy work, blood painted the girl’s back and the floor around her. The staging of the body, beyond just their enjoyment, was for all their lovely little guests but the words scrawled in Hayley’s blood on the floor-that was for Elizabeth. On the floor by her body were the shaky words,                                                 “Don’t trust-” They had made it appear as if she had tried to start another word, a name, but it was deliberately indecipherable. Just the suggestion that someone was guilty. Their curious girl would approve; it was a science experiment. Would the girl keep the warning to herself or would she reveal everything to the others?

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At first, Liz couldn’t take her eyes off the display in front of her. Someone with an advance knowledge of the human anatomy had to have done it. You don’t just cut into a human and know how to make them looking like an angel. It took skill. Something which she knew no one at the party had, but if they did, she would want to meet them and pick their brain. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she had noted the shaky message on the floor. Don’t Trust-? How curious. 

She wasn’t entirely sure what she should do in this situation. The smartest thing would have been to call the cops and let them sort it out, however, with the lack of phone service and the whole being “trapped” in the mansion, it seemed like that would not be doable. Liz had to take matters into her own hands. She was going to be the one to investigate all of this. Moving to stand on her feet, Liz smeared the message with her shoe before taking one last look at the body. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll figure this out.” With a simple nod, she left the room, closing the door to conceal the body from the rest of the world. If anyone asked, she didn’t see a thing.

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Kitchen II Nov. 1st II 11:47 am

They had been watching the arrogant girl since she arrived. There would be no point in trying to force her into believing in the paranormal. It just wouldn’t happen. She was intelligent, yes, but so close-minded to anything outside of  popular, testable knowledge. It was a flaw in her logic that she couldn’t accept that science was ongoing field and that there was still so much humans had to learn. In the grand scheme, they were all still stupid. It wouldn’t be a true problem though, fear not belief was the key, and like all the guests she had her pressure points. The girl just needed a tangible, logical reason to be afraid, to be terrified for her life. She needed a villain she could recognize, another human. It was an utter work of art to them. It would be a cold, vicious slap in the face to all of the stupid children. But for Elizabeth, it would be a puzzle, a frightening, irresistible puzzle for a curious girl like her.  She, unlike many of the others, was still moving about the mansion alone, seemingly unconcerned with their lockdown. Although, they knew that wasn’t entirely true. Halting the girl’s search of the pantry, they slammed the door shut and instead swung open the kitchen door. Making sure they had the girl’s attention first, they opened the next door, and then another beyond that leading to the hallway towards the second floor stairs. Once she entered the hallway and they just knew she wouldn’t be able to resist checking out the hallway, the unmistakable blood trail would lead her the rest of the way.

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The sun had finally come up and Liz couldn’t have been happier. It had been a rough night. She was never good at sleeping in places that she where she had never slept before. That combined with the various commotions that the other people at the party were causing didn’t make for a goodnight’s sleep.Liz hated being tired. She always felt that a lack of sleep dulled her senses and intelligence. At this point, Liz could not lose her sense of rational and reasoning. She seemed to the be the only one in the house who was more than capable of figuring a way out. 

By this point, Liz was starving. She headed to the kitchen to raid the pantry. Hopefully she’d be able to find so sort of leftover chips from the night before. As she skilled through the half opened chips, Liz could sense something...different. Just as Liz was about to grab for some tortilla chips, she was startled by the slamming door. Her heart was racing. The sound pounding in her ears. However her curiosity was peaked as she noted a series of doors opening up. Of course it was strange but she just thought that one of the other guests must have set it up to play a prank of whoever was around and it just so happened to be her. 

Being the person that she was, Liz obviously followed the path and as she did, she spotted the trail of blood. Odd. Maybe someone had cut themselves and didn’t bother cleaning up after themselves. Either way, she needed to find out. Closer and closer, the trail began to be more prominent and the splatters more wet. The air began to smell weird. Something was not right. Liz picked up her pace and immediately regretted it. A body. A fucking body.  She couldn’t believe her eyes. Liz dropped down next to the body and checked for a pulse. Of course there wasn’t one idiot. She let her hands drop to her side as she stared blankly, trying to figure out what to do.

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grand foyer || nov 1|| 12:00am

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     Brittany had ditched her friends in search of some more bars for her phone. She was previously in the basement, so she figured because she was underground, her phone wasn’t working. So she made her way back up into the grand foyer but as soon as she stepped into it, the lights had instantly shut off and the whole mansion was pitch black. She would’ve let out a scream but she was so confused and convinced that her friends had pulled this little trick on her because she left. “Okay, guys very funny” she faked laughed but the lights were still not on. And then she heard screams coming from the distance. She quickly turned around in the direction from which they came from and swallowed thickly, nerves trickling down her spine.

    BANG! Every door was shut tight and the sounds of them shutting were deafening. “Oh my god” she kept repeating to herself under her breath. She begins to walk but she did so slowly (not that she had much of a choice in those heels). Then someone was talking; softly but it was audible. Whatever they were saying, it wasn’t making any sense to Brittany. “What?” she asked loudly, “English, please? If you’re going to kill me ghost, I’d like for you to do it in something I understand… like English!” she continues, not having a clue that she was talking to a real person.

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As she heard the other’s voice, she made a face. Liz was taken back by the conversation that this person was having. Did she really think she was talking to a ghost? And more importantly, did she really think that if there were ghosts, that they’d kill her by using language? Liz stepped back and put her arms up to make space between the two. “First of all, there are no such thing as ghosts. Ghosts are not real and any sort of paranormal phenom can be explained. Second, if a so called “ghost” were to kill you, I highly doubt it would change it’s language to suit your needs. Finally, you need to calm down. Like I said, all of this is easily explained. This building is old. The wiring is obviously shot. The doors slammed because the air pressure changed. It’s not a big deal.”

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