Trust No One

&&_in the dark of the night

therealelijames

O…kay… I have to admit that kinda creeped me out.

Is it the fear of your death or the fear of your life after death?

gracebertrandsmoved-deactivated

#face

[byron gore] &&_hell hath no fury

"Stay put, keep an eye out,"

Byron always hated having to take orders, especially from a girl. But Charlotte seemed to know what she was doing, and they were dealing with matters related to the Manager. He wouldn’t mind sitting this one out, actually. “Sure,” he agreed as he nodded in reply. As Charlotte made her ways upstairs, Byron continued looking around for anything useful. He thought about what she said about an army. He felt frustrated at how she wouldn’t tell him who but he hoped they were intelligent and powerful warriors at least. Humans would be great fighters, monsters and demons were powerful but could go out of control. But whatever army she had, it better be a damn good one.

It wasn’t long until Byron noticed something outside the door. It was a tall, shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. He couldn’t make out what or who it was, but a horrible feeling told him it was the one and only Manager. It didn’t enter the office, though. It simply stood outside the door, doing and saying nothing. Byron broke into a cold sweat and felt his breathing grow heavier. If it was the Manager, he was as good as dead. But it could just be another menacing ghost…right?

Scrambling up the creaky stairs, he called out, “Charlotte!” It was his job after all to keep an eye out. This was definitely something he had to tell her. “There- There’s a, ehm, black figure thing…out, out there,” he began, trying to explain despite his panting and pounding heart. His eyes traveled to the walls and widened in shock. Scribblings and writings covered the wall. He should have been panicking because of the figure outside the door, but he was completely mesmerized by the writings. He let his fingers touch it, ever so lightly. He stopped in his tracks when he saw words written in blood, and realized it was a poem. “Don’t let it out. The evil must be contained. The fear will make you scream and shout. For the dead will be raised,” he recited aloud. How lovely. He turned to Charlotte, eyes gleaming with fear and alarm. “What do you think this is?”

#post #Byron Gore #OOC: I asked Niks what we should do and he gave me a few suggestions so I'm using one of them

Her eyes grow wide as he tells her about the black figure. "Really?" she asks. "What did it look like exactly? Just a silhouette? That could be anything but... That look on your face tells me you might have seen something you weren't supposed to see." She hopes silently that it isn't the Manager. She isn't ready to face that creature, not yet. When Byron reads the rest of the poem out to her, she frowns. "Wait a moment. I think I know what this means. I think I know what all of this means." She walks up to the skeleton and leans down, finding a note clutched in its bony hand. "This must have been the building's last owner, Alfred Whitaker. Everyone thought he got the hell out of Dodge but this note is signed with his signature."

The note read:

To whoever finds my body:

I'm sorry that it's too late. It's too late for me, for you, for all of us. I bought this building thinking it'd be a great investment. Little did I know I was the brand new owner of a nightmare.

There's something here that's ancient and evil. It lives omnipresent in this building and far below it. It's darker and more sinister than anything your imagination could conjure. It was planning to spread corruption and death outside of the Inn, maybe even to the whole world.

With my own blood I wrote a spell that would contain the evil here but every spell comes with a price. The price we pay is being trapped here for eternity, may God have mercy on our souls. Everyone who sets foot in this building is damned.

Forgive me for what I've done but the evil must be contained.

- Alfred E. Whitaker

She hands the note to Byron to let him read it too. Whether or not it was true, it was still something useful. It could have just been the delusional rant of a madman who was trapped for too long in a room by himself, but something about it rings true to her. "We should call a meeting, tell everyone about this," she says. "This is important information. If this is true, then maybe by defeating the Manager, the spell will be broken..."

A sudden thump comes from the bottom of the stairs. The bookshelf slides back into place and the dim light bulb goes out. They're trapped inside the room with no way out. "Damn. This room is warded against ghostly powers," she says. "I can't teleport out of here. What are we going to do?"

&&_in the dark of the night

Does it scare you living ones to be trapped in this place? You can run but you can't hide. There's only one way out... death.

#tfi starter #convo

[byron gore] &&_hell hath no fury

When Charlotte mentioned the Manager, he nodded in agreement. There was nothing he wanted more than to take down the Manager. He had taken his life, so now Byron intended to take him down and planned to do so, whatever it may take. “Alright, let’s do it,” he said, bracing himself to enter the office. He had never dared to enter the dreadful room, but with Charlotte and his new found courage, he was determined to get in, find something of value and get out alive.

He followed her into the office, warily looking around. He half expected to by dead by now, whether by booby traps or some ancient curse. Luckily, he was still very much alive. He let out a sigh of relief and began searching through the room. So far, all he’s seen is papers, books and things he dared not touch. Nothing of much value, considering most of what was written was in a different language. “What kind of army do you have?” he spoke up as they both dug around. He wondered who else wanted to bring down the Inn and its owner.

It didn’t take long for Byron to find something…interesting. He was scanning the bookshelf, hoping to find a book of great importance. He spotted a thin book, ancient and battered, among the huge, hardbound books that filled the shelf. He squinted his eyes, trying to read the title. Yet another unknown language. Carefully, he took a grip on the book and slowly pulled it out. The bookshelf suddenly slid to the side and before him was a set of spiral staircase, leading only up. He spun around and his eyes met Charlotte’s. “I think this is what we’re looking for,” he said, almost excited but even more afraid of what lay upstairs.

#post #Charlotte Farrell #Byron Gore

"An army of mind controlled warriors," she replies idly, as though it's nothing important. She's already distracted by going through the various papers in unknown and archaic languages. She's growing frustrated with how little she understands of it. When the bookcase opens, her head turns quickly. "Yes, yes," she says. Her eyes are wide and she rushes to the spiral staircase. "This could be it." The ghost takes a step forward but hesitates. Her red hair waves in a mysterious breeze that travels from the top of the staircase downwards. "Stay put, keep an eye out," she tells Byron. She knows he probably won't comply with her demands but she says it so she won't feel responsible if he doesn't listen and something happens to him.

Charlotte approaches the stairs and sets foot on the first step. It creaks beneath her foot but she takes a second step and continues upwards until she reaches a room. In the room there are two things: a skeleton and a large black book on a pedestal. The room's walls are covered in ancient and satanic writing along with desperate scribbling in English. It looks like someone went crazy in the room a long time ago. Perhaps it's the person whose skeleton is sitting in the corner gathering dust and cobwebs. A phrase written in blood on the wall catches her eye. "Don't let it out?" she reads aloud. "The evil must be contained..." She looks back to see if Byron's following her.

#post #Byron Gore

[byron gore] &&_hell hath no fury

Charlotte's got a new recruit in mind. Someone as angry at the Inn and all its tricks and twists as she is. He wants to see the place burn as much as she does and they've both got their reasons. She turns to Byron Gore, her new soldier. She doesn't think she'll have to use any of her mind controlling abilities on this one. He seems like the kind who will follow her into battle if it means getting revenge. "So if we're going to send this place up in flames and unholy smokes, we're going to have to first get to the Manager," she says. "Believe me, this isn't going to be easy. We're going to have to march into that office and dig around for whatever we can find. Anything is helpful. I've yet to go in there because I know it may be a sentence of destruction. I'm sure the Manager could easily have me banished to the afterlife, but I'm not done here yet."

She motions for him to follow her and she takes a turn towards the Manager's office. She stands in front of the door with her hands on her hips and she smiles vaguely. "Lucky for us, The Manager doesn't know what kind of a threat it's dealing with yet. I've been building an army." Her fingers coil around the knob and she thrusts the door open. "It won't know what kind of storm came through when I'm finished with this place." She begins to search around the office for anything that could be helpful. Articles, papers, anything.

This place is absolutely filthy.

((Sure, I’d love to para. Who should start?))

((Yay, great! :D Could you please start it? If I did, it would take literally eternity for me to get it up.))

((I'll start one as soon as I can!))

#OOC

This place is absolutely filthy.

Now, that is something we can both agree on.

I’m always, always angry, so I’m in. Let’s destroy Satan’s asshole.

((Sure, I'd love to para. Who should start?))

#OOC

This place is absolutely filthy.

Y-Yeah, he did. I still miss him.

Destroy the Fantome Inn? Is that even possible?!

It's worth a try. Anything is possible when you're angry enough.

This place is absolutely filthy.

jack-pelham

Alright, yeah sounds like a plan. Where do you want me to start? *Asking as looks around for sponge or duster* What do you mean by being completely fucked for life? No one has given me a clear answer.

Start by dusting the front desk, it's filthy. I'll keep doing the floors.

If you haven't figured it out already, we're all trapped like rats. Whether you're alive or dead, you can't leave the property. That is why everyone's completely fucked for life.

This place is absolutely filthy.

jack-pelham

Well hey, what kind of guest would I be if I didn’t offer my help. Sorry for what I said if it offended you in any way.

I'd love your help. Grab a sponge or duster and help me get this lobby straightened up. If people are going to come in and get completely fucked for life, they may as well be greeted by a clean atmosphere.

This place is absolutely filthy.

My best friend ran in here and I just had to go get him. When I found him again, we found out we were trapped. He…He died after a week.

I hate it here so much. It’s actually much worse than Satan’s asshole. At least there, there aren’t any monsters out to get you.

Your best friend died here? I'm sorry. This place has taken too many lives, and that's why I'm going to destroy it. Would you care to join me?

edwardthewitch-deactivated20151

This place is absolutely filthy.

People are not interested in cleaning this place it seems. Personally I tend to stick around the cleanest areas of the inn. Hello, I do not believe we have met. I’m Jasper.

I sometimes feel as though I'm the only one interested in keeping house. It's good to meet you, Jasper. I'm Charlotte.

This place is absolutely filthy.

jack-pelham

Yeah this place is not that great but it’s better than what I’m used to.

I'm sorry to hear you had to live in squalor. I've been working hard to keep this place looking decent but it's difficult. Too many people, none of them helping tidy.

This place is absolutely filthy.

Byron Gore.

I applaud you for trying to clean up this shithole, Charlotte, but it’s useless, really.

#convo #OOC: I forgot I had this character >_>

It keeps me busy. Good to meet you, Byron. What brought you to Satan's asshole?

This place is absolutely filthy.

I’m not surprised. No one here bothers to clean up after themselves. And I highly doubt that the Manager is sending in a clean up squad any time soon.

I do what cleaning I can but every time I get it done someone messes it up again. I'm Charlotte, and you are...?