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Scott J Williams. 35. Entertainment Lawyer. Help me.

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

Gotta say, kid. It’s kinda cute how completely fucking CLUELESS you are. I’ve beat at that door till my bat cracked down the middle, there is no way out. Now you’ve seen where communicatin’ gotcha; onto my bad side, so you can come back to reality, sit down, and wait to rot, or I can speed up the process, and that threat might just turn into a promise.

[scottjwilliams]

And that's your problem, you feel the need to resort to physical means. I, on the other hand, have spoken to people and found out about some cave with some strange markings or whatever. Nothing was damaged in the process.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Too much new people.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Not my fault people are so stupid. Who the fuck walks into an abandoned inn that’s obviously haunted?!?

[scottjwilliams]

I obviously missed the giant flashing sign that read "Do Not Enter. Building Haunted."

And is this what its supposed to be? A haunted house? Who even opens a "haunted house" that's only been abandoned for about two years. Not a very scary premise. That's like me trying to sell an "Obama 2012" pin and calling it an "antique."

[bridgestoheaven]

@Everyone

[bridgestoheaven]

Precisely. Would you like to help me plan a party that will put the fun into this funeral?

[scottjwilliams]

Of course. Plus I have 2 bottles of cheap wine that I could afford getting rid of.

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

If all ya did was talk about your feelings with people, it’s no wonder you’re such a downer now. Christ, where I grew up there was nothin’ better than knockin’ a few heads against the pavement after a long day. You’d be dead if you’da grown up in Boston, but at least you have your “social skills”, right?

[scottjwilliams]

Someone woke me up by shouting in the building that I am trapped in, of course I'm not going to be ecstatic about this situation. And you'd be arrested if you grew up in a decent part of LA, I'm sure your fighting skills would get you far in prison. But unfortunately neither of us are where we want to be.

Now, you can fight with everyone in the building or we could all communicate with each other and figure out a way to get out. 

[bridgestoheaven]

@Everyone

I think we need to do something to cheer up around here. Perhaps we could put together a little victory party after all the nastiness with this monster is over and done?

[scottjwilliams]

Now this is actually a good idea. Some of these people have been stuck here for goodness knows how long and what everyone is missing is some sort of normalcy to bring them back to Earth. 

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

Dunno where you’ve been, son, but I live and breathe trouble, I used to, at least, but I’ve been itchin to splatter some heads, so keep talkin’. Guarantee that you’ll spend the rest of your time here in a world o’ hurt, and eternity is a long damn time.

[scottjwilliams]

Well I've been trying to find a way out of here, so you can sit there and be angry. I'm going to actually communicate with people instead of throwing around threats. You don't have to do this but in my life its something that's worked.

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

I’m shaking in my combat boots, kid. I didn’t sit quietly while Stiglitz was pumped fulla lead so I could be bossed around by some clean-shaven pretty boy, got it? Now here’s some advice for you, shithead, stay outta my way if you wanna keep your kneecaps intact.

[scottjwilliams]

No. No I don't "get it" because I have no idea what you're talking about. And are you just going to continue making threats. We're all trapped in this place and the last thing we need is someone making trouble.

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

Y’know sweetheart, I can think of a pretty damn quick way to put you to sleep…

[scottjwilliams]

Let me guess, you're going to make me hot chocolate and sing me lullabies. Look, I'm not looking for any trouble but here's a word of advice: The next time you decide to shout at inappropriate time. Don't. 

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

'Scuse me, your highness. Just let me drag my ass back to my room, everything'll be just fine and dandy, yeah? Fuck off! Christ, some of us chain-rattlers find it a bit hard to get some shut eye in this hellhole. Goddamn, this is like Berlin all over again…

[scottjwilliams]

That doesn't mean that you have to try to wake everyone else up. If you spent more time counting sheep and less time shouting, this wouldn't be a problem.

[fantomes-and-gore]

Too much new people.

This place is already crowded as it is. Thanks for showing up and using up our supplies, you wankers.

[scottjwilliams]

Oh I'm sorry, maybe we should just leave. Just walk out of the front door...Oh...wait. Unless someone sticks a sign out on the front gate people are going to keep coming in here.

[fatelocked-blog]

As far as I know from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, he was attacked out in the forest. It kind of serves him right for being stupid enough to go out there.

[scottjwilliams]

I think someone told me about this. His first name doesn't happen to be "Danny" does it?

[sergeantddonowitz-deactivated20]

Why is it so GODDAMNED quiet in here?!?!

[scottjwilliams]

Probably because people need sleep. Please, don't tell me that you're making it your mission to change that.

[scottjwilliams]

Smoke and Mirrors || Scott & Cassidy

[codewordghosts]

The FBI agent couldn’t manage to sleep. It was the same every night since she got there, the creaking and moaning of the building was enough to make her lay in bed with eyes wide open. She swore she saw things out of the corner of her eyes but she chalked it up to being tired. Her door closed by itself but that must have been the wind. The place was so very drafty after all. She pursed her lips and threw the covers off, finally getting up to do something that might wear her out enough to get her to sleep. She put on her pantsuit and loafers, leaving her nightgown in a pile on the floor.

She quietly walked through the main room of the apartment she claimed. There had been no one at the reception desk when she first entered and she needed a place to stay so she just picked the first apartment she came across that didn’t have anyone living in it and also looked relatively clean and cobweb-free. Before she left her apartment, she made sure to grab her gun. While she was still uncertain about what was going on she knew she had to have it. Anything could go wrong and if it did go wrong she had to be prepared for it.

There was still one room she hadn’t checked, one room she had been warned not to enter and she’d heeded the warning up until then but it was too late at night and she’d had it with superstitions and paranormal bullshit. She was going to get into the manager’s office if she had to break the door down. There would have to be some kind of clue or hint in there, some files or even someone holed up in there with whom she could have a serious talk. She was going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

She made her way down the stairs and went towards the lobby. She heard a sound like someone was prowling around and had knocked something over, and she raised her gun. 

"Who’s there?" she demanded. "This is Cassidy Dane, FBI agent, come out and put your hands behind your head." 

Cassidy walked carefully over to the front desk, her gun pointed ahead of her the entire time. If someone was hiding there, she’d find them. She saw someone’s hand reaching up to put pens back inside of the container that had been previously knocked over. She was looking for answers and for all she knew, this person had those answers. She didn’t really want to shoot them but she also was certain that if it came down to her life being on the line that she would fire her pistol. 

"I’m serious, come out," the agent restated. "I don’t want to have to shoot you but I will if you don’t comply."

[scottjwilliams]

Crap, was the first thing that jumped into his mind when he heard the someone approaching. He hoped that it wasn't the manager or an employee or anyone who had access to the reception desk. Scott had no idea what was going on and the last thing he wanted to do was get on the bad side of whoever was doing this to them. It was only a matter of time before he somehow made the situation worse. He tried to think of a way he could get his self out of this, but climbing over a desk and hiding when someone approaches doesn't give any room for excuses. Though, maybe with the amount of people who had claimed to have come across something "supernatural," the idea of him hiding from a ghost wouldn't prompt an eye-roll. 

FBI? Really? Scott wondered. He was slightly relived that someone, who he could only assume to be sane, was actually in the building. If there's an FBI agent here maybe there really is something, going on. He remained on the floor for a few seconds before slowly getting up.  "Don't shoot," he cautiously standing up, placing his hands behind his head as he looked at her.  "I was just picking up pens," he insisted. 

[fatelocked-blog]

Haha. You’re funny. I would never go to such lengths to get back at someone. I wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Yep. It was definitely a monster attack. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

[scottjwilliams]

Which part of the building did this "monster" attack him?

[scottjwilliams]

Smoke and Mirrors || Scott & Cassidy

Someone must be coming to look for me, right? He had clients and important meetings that he'd be unable to attend. His boss would be notified, co-workers, friends and family asked. He should be found in no-time. His doubts about his situation were growing...what if this wasn't a government conspiracy? Could these people be criminals, was he kidnapped by criminals? Which means that if he was declared missing, these people would just fake his death. Stop Scott, you're over thinking this. 

Scott stood at the entrance doors underneath soft flickering lights, his arms crossed, simply staring out the window at the full moon. Being outside he'd never notice that the inside would look so dead. Wind whistled through gaps in the door and he could feel the light breeze brush his skin as it escaped through the crack. "Fuck," he let out calmly and quietly. "Fuck," he repeated with a small chortle as he let his arms drop. He had on a faint smile in disbelief before wiping it off with a sigh. He tiredly turned around as he removed his cell phone from his pocket. It didn't work before but it was worth a shot. He tried a couple of random numbers and even 911 but he heard nothing. No ringing, not even a dial tone. He'd tried the payphones before but none of them worked either.

His eyes scanned the lobby he wanted something...something that could help him get out of this building as soon as possible. He surveyed each and every inch of what laid before him while carefully listening for anything that could help him. Gates clanging, electricity buzzing but he heard nothing of the sort. There was a reception desk with no one behind it enclosing its own space. He slowly walked up to as if someone were to jump out. He reminded him self that there was no reason for him to do so no matter how many times people spoke of ghosts and monsters. The desk stood at the height of his waist and he leant over, standing on the tip of his toes, looking for anything that could be of use. A door slam broke the silence, shot through the hall and he dropped to the balls of his feet quickly snapping his head round to the direction of the noise and his heart skipped a beat only to rejoin with a faster rhythm  No one seemed to be there with him. He walked slowly towards the sound checking to see if anything- anyone was coming. Inhale. Exhale. Inahle. Exhale. He confirmed that the halls were empty and he rolled up his shirt sleeves as he walked back to the desk. A chill followed by breeze ran across Scott's bare arms as he got closer and he stopped in his tracks. Mind tricks. He thought. It's just a silly mind trick.

Scott reached over and placed his cell on the inner table then turned around pressed the palm of his hands firmly behind him on top of the highest part of the desk. He looked ahead. No one was around. 1...2...3...he heaved his self onto the desk and sat upon it before slowly shifting his body to face the other side. He exhaled before looking behind him and then carefully he lowered his legs attempting not to knock anything down. He then lowered his self onto the floor but as soon as his feet hit the ground his hand knocked down pens in a pen holder. "Shi-" The fact that he was trying to stay as quiet as possible seemed to elevate the amount of noise that this made. Slightly anxious, he quickly looked up to see if anyone was coming. In a quiet rush he pushed the pens back into the holder as his head kept darting up and back down to see if anyone was coming and ducked when he heard footsteps.

[fatelocked-blog]

Sure. I’ll see a therapist just as soon as I get out of this deathtrap. 

Yeah, well I mean he was - up until I got his boyfriend to turn on him and kill him. Haha! Just kidding. About the revenge plot thing. He is dead though, monster got him. No need to worry.

[scottjwilliams]

I feel like that sentence is in the wrong order. Are you sure that you're not just joking about the monster thing but serious about revenge. Because one sounds a tad more realistic than the other.

[fatelocked-blog]

Hey buddy. News flash! Nothing’s normal around here.

[scottjwilliams]

No what I mean is that you need to see doctor. "Feeling" ghosts is one thing but selling your soul to a demon? I don't know, maybe he'll listen in to one of your therapy sessions and give it back. 

The person who stabbed you isn't in this building, right?