@is-itself-a-deviant | (semi-plotted starter)
This was equal parts a nightmare and a dream. Well, perhaps more a nightmare for those poor souls lost to whatever tormented the old Trinity theater. For Molly, even as a hunter, the opportunity to step into an abandoned theater was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up...danger be damned.
She’d read about the Trinity, see. It was one of the many abandoned buildings she knew of within state limits, and one she hadn’t yet had the chance to explore--the job made it difficult to do the things she enjoyed outside of it. Once an ornate house of cinema, it now lay in ruin...but the photos she’d been able to find showed that a majority of the theater remained relatively intact. This gave her hope of finding something interesting that had absolutely nothing to do with the paranormal.
Problem was, Molly had indeed also ready plenty about the...not-so-savory history of the place. Something about murder, disappearances, things that went bump in the night...blah, blah, blah. She had enough knowledge and know-how to keep herself prepared for whatever could happen, and that meant sourcing and carrying around enough salt and salt ammunition to make her float in bodies of water. Underneath her excitement about the building itself, she needed to keep the job in mind--kill bad things, save lives...then she could go explore.
She just hadn’t expected the movement behind her, and when instinct took over, she spun about and fired the weapon, salt spray hitting the wall. Least she didn’t hit the fucking guy standing there. “Show me your hands!” She demanded, aiming again. “What the hell are you doing here?”