[IC] The Spook Club (A Slice-Of-Life/Horror Fusion RP)

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

Now, Andy Anderson was not exactly the best at reading people. Some might say that he was a little dense, or oblivious-- gullible, even.

And they'd be right, of course. Because... yeah. It was true. He was pretty gullible. The type of person who got convinced to buy weird medicines and random things on sale that he didn't even need. Pet rock for sale on e-bay? Yeah, he was the sucker who fell for that stuff all the time.

But these people... man, they weren't even trying to hide how skeptical they were. Seriously, why even bother joining a supernatural investigation club if you weren't even going to give it a chance?

[color=f6989d]”Hello everyone,” said Victoria. ”Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all.” Victoria—wait, no, Tori looked like she was trying hard not to groan, but at least she introduced herself anyway.

Meanwhile, Head-Bashing Girl --who he had decided was probably Lilith, judging by her voice and the whole height thing, he'd definitely listened to one of her rap covers-- was pulling some sassy looking faces. Brody looked doubtful too—a disbeliever, then. Even despite his excellent taste in watches.

Well, whatever! It wasn't like that bugged him or anything… really, it wasn’t! No one ever believed him about this sort of thing… but that was okay. They’d get it eventually.

He sighed. Even so, it was a little disheartening. But then—

"Hi. This is the S.P.I.R.I.T club right?"

Andy looked up. There was a tanned boy with curly brown hair standing in the doorway. Handsome, and a little shorter than him. Huh.

Stay professional, he reminded himself. Stay professional.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then a girl walked through the door. She was pretty tall for a girl.

"Hey," she said, smiling cheekily. Woah, deep voice. "This the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest weirdo of them all right here." She pulled up a chair, plopping herself down in it and crossing her legs. "It's me. I'm the weirdo."

Hadn’t he seen her somewhere before? In the hallway, or something?

And then… another new arrival? And none of these people were Blær Helguson or Raul Gardessa. Those two probably weren’t coming, then.

But seriously, there were definitely more people here than the eight who had signed up. Which was a good thing, and did make Andy feel somewhat better.

This particular girl… uh, she was really muscular. And that was a looooooot of tattoos.

"Sorry for barging in here but euhm..." She raised one of the S.P.I.R.I.T. flyers that Andy had stuck up around the school. She sure did have a loud voice. "... is this the SPIRIT club?"

Andy blinked, and glanced behind him, at the blackboard. Was his handwriting… that bad? He’d thought he’d written it fairly neatly, but…

It did look kind of like chicken scratch. And Andy was terrified of hated chickens, so getting him to admit that anything he’d done even resembled one of the horrible things was already kind of... Okay, maybe his handwriting really was that bad. Whatever.

“Yeah, this is S.P.I.R.I.T,” he said, and grinned. “Are you guys here to join?”

He was already standing pretty much by the door, so he stuck out a hand for the tanned boy still standing up to shake. “We were just introducing ourselves,” he said. “You probably missed it, so yeah, I’m Andy. We’re going to go check out the haunted bathroom on the second floor after this.”

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

Unfortunately, it seemed Tori wasn't going to be talking any time soon. After Brody made his entrance, she went back to her, hoping to finally get a response, but it seemed whatever gods there may be didn't want her bugging Tori at this moment. Instead, the long purple-haired cute looking girl/guy, whatever gender they were, walked over and tried to get her attention.

"Hey, Sidney? That's your name, right? Maybe you co-"

and that's, when said person promptly tripped over their own feet. He fell to the ground, hard, and Sidney couldn't help but to snicker rather loudly as he did so. Poor thing. She spared him further embarrassment by decided to not take a picture of his hilarious fall. It didn't seem like he had been injured though, thankfully. He quickly stood up, face a little more than red with either irritation or embarrassment, she couldn't tell at the moment. Either way, he seemed fine enough to talk to her.

"Anyways, before I was cut off due to me tripping... mind if I borrow that pen since your not really using it for anything right now? Plus, could you leave Tori alone as its obvious she doesn't want the paparazzi bothering her. Could you please save your questions for when she's in the mood?"

....

....aw hell fucking no.

The hell this jackass think he was?! Telling her what to do? Not only that demanding her pen! Pfft. Well, she had news for this clumsy androgynous moron. However, instead of blowing up or otherwise losing her temper, she gave Gray a seemingly friendly smile.

"I'm sorrrry!~" She said quickly stood, folding her hands together in front of her, as if praying for forgiveness as she bowed her head slightly. That was an obvious, blatant lie. "I had no idea I was bothering anyone!~" She sweetly said, before giving him a mischievous smirk, folding her arms. "But excuse me if I don't take orders from a scrawny giraffe that can't even walk two steps before falling on its face. Did your parents never teach you to walk or something?" She snickered, giving the person a rather hard poke on the chest to assert her point, slightly hoping he'd trip again.

....yep, definitely a guy. Oh well.

All interest lost.

Before she could take further action though, it seemed as though Andy had finally decided to address the group. She would have liked to have added 'before I make the rest of your nonexistent highschool life a living hell', but oh well. it was an empty threat anyways, even if she could do it. She may like spreading rumors, but she would never intentionally do that to someone.

“Okay, guys, settle down, Why don’t we get started? Make yourselves comfortable, and we’ll go around the room and introduce ourselves. But first… I’m Andy Anderson, a junior. Welcome to S.P.I.R.I.T! As a club, we’re going to be investigating paranormal and supernatural activity throughout Sandalwood.”

Ooh. Yep, definitely sounded fun. Her and her camera would capture any of the so called 'ghosts' easily so she could make sure they were passed off as hoaxes and idiots playing tricks and games with smoke and mirrors.

“So, what are we doing today? Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

Oooh, those! She had did a little digging into that herself. Easy explanation for that. The three simply skipped out on school. Left. For whatever reason. There was no evidence that there was foul play, and no evidence of 'ghosts' the three probably just got bored of school and left or something.

“The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”

Sidney sat back down, ignoring the clumsy penguin. Hrm...seems decent enough. Andy probably had something planned to make it seem like there was some sort of supernatural influence over the whole thing. She'd definitely make sure to go.

"Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

And that was her cue -

"Hello everyone. Most of you probably already know who I am, but my name is Victoria Harris, you can call me Tori. Anyway, it was nice meeting you all,"

Tori beat her to the first introduction. Ah well. Not that it mattered much. She kept it short and too the point. Apparently, she didn't want her to know why she was joining...probably a smart move, in retrospect, but oh well. Not her problem....she had her ways of getting information.

...kek...

Before anyone could introduce themselves, however, three more people decided to show up. Ooh. They all looked like they'd make for good victims interviewees too. First up, was a guy asking if this was the SPIRIT CLUB. Well duh. Anyone with a brain could figure that out moron.

next up was another girl, claiming to be the biggest weirdo in the room.

...she doubted that seriously, but eh, whatever. Anyone who introduced themselves like that was bound to make for a good little piece...yep, definitely was gonna be her next victim interviewee. Mainly because she didn't recognize her right off the bat. Curious.

And lastly...a tall girl, that if Sid had to say, was, well...definitely out there. Not in a bad way, oh no, in fact, Sidney's curiosity was thoroughly grabbed. Was that a slight accent she detected? Was this the new student in the area? The one who supposedly had gotten expelled from her previous school because of a fight? Hohoho...

....forget the last girl. This one was gonna be who she went after first. Of course, there was currently the problem of introductions!

“Yeah, this is S.P.I.R.I.T, Are you guys here to join? We were just introducing ourselves, You probably missed it, so yeah, I’m Andy. We’re going to go check out the haunted bathroom on the second floor after this.”

"Ooh, me next!" Sidney said, standing up again. "Sidney Garland! All of you obviously know me! I mean, come on, if you don't you've been living under a rock. Seriously, who in this school doesn't visit my blog? hrmm?" She snickered with a smile. "As for why I'm here? I think it's rather obvious!" She said, suddenly becoming serious, pointing a finger towards Andy. "To disprove any supernatural phenomena that you jokers might come up with! That's right. I'ma reveal any of your little supernatural bullshit as smoke and mirrors." She gave a smug smile with a little huff before sitting back down. "And if you even think about kicking me out, then well, good luck with that~"

And with that, her own introduction was done, and she went back, to clicking her pen whether the clumsy giraffe wanted her too, or not.

[RainbowReindeer]

:^) Connie Sweets :^)

Looks like he was at the right place. Before he could talk, a tall girl walked in. Connie patiently waited at the doorway, letting the girl talk. However, he was taken-aback by the girl's rather deep voice. Ah, well, whatever. Whether or not the girl was a transgender hardly mattered to Connie. It was all about personality. And she had quite explicitly stated that she was a weirdo. Connie opened his mouth to comment on that before another girl walked in, cutting him off.

The newcomer had rocking tattoos. She held up a flyer, asking the same question Connie had asked earlier. A guy answered her, introducing himself as Andy - Ah! So this was the Andy from the flyer. Connie studied him, taking note of his glasses and how he was slightly taller than Connie. He was so absorbed in studying Andy that he missed half of what another girl was saying.

And wow, wasn't she a party-pooper? Connie wondered why this girl even bothered to join a paranormal club if she didn't believe in the supernatural but then he realized that he also didn't believe in it as well. But she seemed rather confident in herself and her skills and Connie wished her the best of luck in his mind. Turning his attention back to the boy in front of him, Connie took the offered hand and shook it vigorously.

"Nice to meet you Andy. I'm Connie Sweets, it's my first year here." He said with a dashing smile. "Hope we all get along well!"

[soph]

Lillith Marjo

lmao who the fuck are these newfags
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FRIDAY
SEPTEMBER 4TH
FUCK IT
YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN
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"But excuse me if I don't take orders from a scrawny giraffe that can't even walk two steps before falling on its face. Did your parents never teach you to walk or something?"

OH
FUCKING
SHIT
GET
FUCKING
REKT
FUCKING
NEEEEEEEEEEEEERD

goddamn
where the fuck did you find this

Okay, maybe clickbitch aka Sidney Fuckland wasn't as bad as Lillith thought. Sure, the clicking was annoying as all fuckshit, but maybe, JUST MAYBE it'd be fun to become friends with her. Either that or channel her inner whatever that girl's name was that asked for God to help her, and pray that this club would crash and burn after an hour.

A bit of interest was found.

AND NOW NEWFAGS

lmao fucking newfags get the fuck out of here with your shit
i mean
hooray new people...

boo new people.

Hey, a newfag walked in. Looked like she was a girl. Innnnteresting. Lillith hadn't seen her around before. Was she new, by any chance? Great. Then she may not have heard any of her rap covers, which most likely boosted up the chance of becoming friends with them by one thousand.

"This the club for mystery huntin' weirdos? Because I got the biggest weirdo of them all right here."

oh is it you miss(ter) deep voice?

"It's me. I'm the weirdo."

fucking knew it.

The self-proclaimed weirdo sat down in a chair with her legs crossed, and then another newfag came in. Another girl.

"Sorry for barging in here but euhm..."

what, another is this the SPIRIT club?

"... is this the SPIRIT club?"

all interest lost just for being an idiot.

"boooooo!" Came from Lillith at the second girl, who apparently had tattos, and her shitty introduction-OH GREAT SIDNEYBITCH IS GOING TO INTRODUCE HERSELF

"Sidney Garland! All of you obviously know me! I mean, come on, if you don't you've been living under a rock. Seriously, who in this school doesn't visit my blog? hrmm?"

i fucking don't because it's boring

"As for why I'm here? I think it's rather obvious!" Sidbitch said, and pointed towards Andy. "To disprove any supernatural phenomena that you jokers might come up with! That's right. I'ma reveal any of your little supernatural bullshit as smoke and mirrors. And if you even think about kicking me out, then well, good luck with that~"

"I really hope you're the first to die." Lillith whispered to herself, and made a terrible decision. The one to step up there and introduce herself- OH GOOD GOD THE GUY NEWFAG DECIDED TO TALK

"Nice to meet you Andy. I'm Connie Sweets, it's my first year here. Hope we all get along well!" The newfag said. It was clear he was the newfaggiest of newfags if he thought they were going to get along well.

OKAY, NOW LILLITH GOES TO INTRODUCE HERSELF.

"H'lo. My name is Lillith Marjo," She said, finally standing up. "I hope none of you have heard of me or heard my voice before. _{brodyisafaggot.} That's all." AAND then she sat down.

what, i didn't say she would go into any detail about herself, fuckers

lmao newfags

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

"Ooh, me next!" Pushy girl. Andy blinked, and cocked his head, hand still extended towards other glasses guy. "Sidney Garland! All of you obviously know me! I mean, come on, if you don't you've been living under a rock. Seriously, who in this school doesn't visit my blog? hrmm?" She snickered, smiling.

Oh. So her name was Sidney. He thought he’d heard her name before. She had a blog? Well, that would probably explain the whole reporter-y vibes he’d been getting from her.

"As for why I'm here? I think it's rather obvious!" Sidney continued, and all of a sudden her tone completely changed. She leveled a finger at Andy, challenging. "To disprove any supernatural phenomena that you jokers might come up with! That's right. I'ma reveal any of your little supernatural bullshit as smoke and mirrors."

Andy stared, lowering his hand. He turned to face the other girl, startled. Uh…

…well. So that was… something.

Was that supposed to be… a challenge?

She smiled smugly, and sat right back down. "And if you even think about kicking me out, then well, good luck with that~"

Smoke and mirrors, huh? Andy raised his chin boldly, and gave her a pleasant smile. To be honest, he was pretty easy to fluster and embarrass… but about the supernatural? Hell no. This was his home field.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. Pleasantly. Very very pleasantly. “You’re part of this club now, Sidney Garland. So regardless of whether you believe in ghosts or not, you’re going to have to participate to the best of your abilities.”

He shoved one hand into his pocket, and leaned back against the wall. “So how about this? You try to prove to me that it’s all just smoke and mirrors by the end of the year. Give me undeniable proof that it’s all make believe. For now, though, you’ll be a responsible member of this club. And I’ll prove to you that it’s all a hundred percent real. Okay?”

Finished, he turned back to tanned boy, and offered him his hand once more. The other boy shook it vigorously. Wow. That was one heck of a good grip.

And he had nice hands. Was he an artist or something?

"Nice to meet you Andy. I'm Connie Sweets, it's my first year here. Hope we all get along well!" said the boy, whose name was apparently Connie. Nice name, that. And woah.

That sure was a dazzling smile. But Andy would NOT BE AFFECTED BY IT. NOPE NOPE NOPE. PROFESSIONALISM, REMEMBER?

Andy opened his mouth to reply, and—

Was promptly cut off by Lillith.

"H'lo. My name is Lillith Marjo," said Lillith, getting to her feet. "I hope none of you have heard of me or heard my voice before. _{brodyisafaggot.} That's all." Then she sat down.

…did she say what he thought she’d say? No way. He must have misheard. Wasn’t that… kind of rude? Like, really rude?

No way she’d say that. Yeah.

And also it was sort of too late about that voice thing. He’d definitely listened to one of her loli rap covers before.

“Nice to meet you too,” Andy said to Connie in an undertone. He ran a hand through his black hair, smoothing it down, and he smiled, a little ruefully. “Uhhh… interesting people here, right? I've been here for three years, and I still don't know any of them very well.”

[XxFellsingxX]

☆ Deborah Wright ☆

“But then we’d be deprived of all your style and grace, Debbie, dearie. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Who else could pull off that lovely...errhm...”

Deborah lifted her head from her hands and looked over at Brody as he faked a cough in attempt to cover up his ability to say anything nice. Thankfully, he distracted by that pushy red-haired girl from before, and Debs was spared from hearing him speak to her for at least a minute.

Thank God for small miracles, eh?

It was then Andy spoke up, and Debs turned her attention to the other boy. “So, what are we doing today? Well, I’m sure you’ve all heard about the rash of disappearances at our very own school. Nathan Duarte disappeared in January. Julia Parker, in April. And Melissa Franklin, just a few weeks ago. All of them vanished on the second floor. And what happens to be on the second floor?”

Debs frowned. Oh yeah, she'd heard about this, hadn't she? The rumours about...

“The haunted girls’ bathroom, right? We’ve all heard the rumors. A girl committed suicide in there eleven years ago, and ever since then, it’s been out of order. No one goes in there. And that’s where we’re going to check out for our first case.”

Debs felt the tiniest of shudders run up her spine. Yeah, that bathroom. Every time she had to walk past it on her way to class, she found herself quickening her pace, and she guessed she probably wasn't the only one.

Still, it couldn't really be haunted, could it? The only reason it scared everyone was because of what had happened in there. Bad memories, bad vibes... no one would ever feel comfortable in a place where they knew someone had died, would they? Especially if they had taken their own life.

Luckily, Andy spoke again, distracting Debs from her troubling thoughts. “Anyway, why don’t we go around and introduce ourselves now?”

Victoria was the first to introduce herself, though she really needn't have bothered. Everyone here knew her.

Red-haired girl introduced herself as Sidney Garland, and while it wasn't a name as well known as Tori's, it did ring some small bells in Debs' mind. She was a gossip, a would-be reporter, didn't have any real friends. And once again, Debs found herself distinctly disliking the girl. So she didn't believe in the supernatural. That was fine. Believe what you believe, but don't disparage others for their beliefs.

During this time, some more arrivals appeared, one dude, one girl, who's style one Debs happily approved of, and one...

... other girl.

Debs quickly averted her gaze so she wouldn't be accused of staring, and instead turned her attention to the new boy, who had just introduced himself as Connie.

Then head-bashing girl introduced herself as Lillith. Also apparently, she didn't seem to like Brody either.

Note to self: give Lillith high-five.

Seeing no one else speaking up - and Andy was obviously feeling a little overwhelmed by all unusual people - Debs decided it was time to introduce herself, and did so in her typical monotone way. "Hey." She waved a hand briefly at the rest of them. "I'm Deborah Wright, by ya'll can just call me Debs." She shrugged. "Well, if you want that is. It doesn't matter much to me. Anyway, I'm, err, not entirely how much I believe in the supernatural, but I'm willing to be convinced." She smiled at Andy as she said this in a gesture of encouragement. Having Sidney so rudely proclaim herself a skeptic, she felt that Andy needed to know that he did have at least one person who was here out of true interest, and not someone who just wanted to cause chaos. She then shrugged her shoulders. "That's all I have to say." She then turned her head away to show she was well and truly finished introducing herself.

[Zoldyck]

-Elizabeth Falke-

Idiot... Next time maybe look inside the room before asking something. If she had only just looked at the schoolboard she would have seen that this was indeed the SPIRIT meeting. Atleast no one really seemed to care. Well, no one except for that one small girl who's head looked like it had been banged against a wall or something like that. She's kinda rude though, to just boo at someone you havent even met yet. Ooh well, could have been worse.

Speaking about the other people, Eliza was quickly scanning the other people in the room. At first there was the club prez, or Andy as he was apparently called. He seemed like a nice guy, abit of a slob though but that doesnt mean he isnt a nice guy to hang out with. He seemed pretty darn excited about starting up this club and why wouldnt he? The occult is awesome and anyone who thinks otherwise... Well to each their own, right?

Before Eliza could do a quick check up on any of the others her train of thought got interupted by one of the students introducing themselves. A red headed girl introduced herself as Sidney and apparently she was the school's "reporter". She wanted to disprove the paranormal activities. Well, best of luck on that missy but did she really just join this club to spoil the fun of others? Kinda sad really. Didnt she have anything better to do?

Well, it didnt really matter to Eliza. She knew the occult was real. Every culture in the world has some kind of story about paranormal creatures, that's too much of a coincidence. Anyway, Eliza made her way into the class room and decided to sit down somewhere. To her right there was this guy who wore some fancy clothes and had a pretty nice golden watch. He looked like he took good care of himself and Eliza could respect that in a guy. But there was something off about this guy, he looked like one of those condecending pricks from her old school. But she didnt know him yet so until then she would give him the benefit of the doubt and try to be kind to him.

She started to sit down more comfortable, stretching her legs infront of her and folding her arms as she listened to some other people introducing themselves. First one other guy introduced himself as Connie, he seemed like a nice guy. Pretty relaxed and all. After him the girl who had earlier booed at Eliza introduced herself. A very short introduction from her and...

Eliza tensed for a moment. Did she hear that right? Eliza didnt know who this "Brody" was but did this Lilith just call him a faggot? She clenched her fists. "Ooh haha, how funny." she mumbled to herself. If there was one thing Eliza hated, it's judging people because they are "different". It didnt matter if it was on racial grounds or religious, hating on people for being different is just wrong.

Eliza was getting so worked up about this that she nearly missed the introduction of another girl, Deborah, or Debs as she apparently preffered to be called. Debs looked like she could use some sleep to be honest, those bags under her eyes didnt look healthy. Anyway, she seemed like a nice girl and although she was sceptical about the paranormal she did seem to be interested in it. Well, that's good. Atleast we have some people who didnt join up just to laugh.

It turned quiet for a while. This was the excelent moment to introduce herself. She lifted her right hand up, it had a very detailed spider tattoo on it which looked like it was about to run across her arm. She let out a soft cough as she tried to get the attention of some of the people. "Heya people!", she practically yelled, "my name is Elizabeth Falke. Most of you probably dont know me cause I just joined Edison High this week. I'm from Germany and as you might have guessed from my attire I'm what you could consider a Metalhead" She smiled at the people in the classroom. "I'm looking forward to working with all of you as we're gonna do our research into the occult."

Eliza folded her arms again. "Besides that I dont really have alot to add at the moment but if you've got any questions you can always ask." She smiled widely as she would listen at the next person.

[Punished GN]

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Theresa Sindel Obott

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Huh? Theresa hasn't seen a bigger group of squares since that time she walked into that catholic church. She let out a sigh, and watched their dynamics for a bit (Since no one was talking to her). Heh, she knew that there was a rule against this, but she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a stick of bubble gum - Big red. She unwrapped it, and stuck it in her mouth, and began chewing. Oh yeah. Where was she? Two people walked in right around the time Theresa got there. It made her smirk - she didn't feel so bad about being fashionably late. What caught her eye was the muscle-girl who looked like something out of bad Mad Max rip off. She was covered in tattooes (Ooooooh, someone's a rebel. Wait, are those even legal?). She was kinda hot, Theresa had to admit - but Theresa was gonna keep it to herself in fear that she'll get hers chopped off! Though, that boy (Who is obviously the leader, Theresa isn't stupid.) was taking the scene.

“Yeah, this is S.P.I.R.I.T, are you guys here to join?”

Isn't it obvious? Theresa grinned. "Yup." She said with a nod of her head. Though, it was hard to resist making a comment about bad acronyms.

“We were just introducing ourselves. You probably missed it, so yeah, I’m Andy. We’re going to go check out the haunted bathroom on the second floor after this.”

Andy. Well, she figured that he was a real Average Andy. Average looking, and kinda hot. Oh! She was supposed to introduce herself. "I'm Theresa Obott, but ya'll probably wouldn't have known that because I'm new here. I don't really believe in the supernatural, but I thought anyone who'd join a club like this would be fun." Theresa shrugged, with a smile on her face, blowing a bubble with her gum. Andy mentioned that they're going to check out a haunted bathroom... Okay, okay. She had to chuckle a little bit. In the middle of her laughter, she forgotten about her bubble, and it popped all over her face. "Aw, piss." She said. She quickly went to work peeling the bits and pieces of the gum off her face. But, really? This is a group of mystery hunters and they're going to check out a haunted bathroom. Theresa didn't believe in ghouls, goblins, and whatnot, but is this the best the club could really do? Laaaaaaaame. By the time she picked all the gum off her, she stuck it to the side of a wrapper. Crunching it up, and tossing it in a trashcan. As she reached to get another piece, she spoke out about their plans, "C'mon... we know this supernatural stuff is silly and all, but is a haunted bathroom really the best you can come up with?" She shrugged, smiling. Chewing her piece of bubblegum.

Theresa took this time to listen to what everyone is talking about - to get a feel about what they're all about. And what a wonderful bunch of weirdos they were. They got along just nicely.

First to speak up was the Redhaired gal, "I'm sorrrry! I had no idea I was bothering anyone! But excuse me if I don't take orders from a scrawny giraffe that can't even walk two steps before falling on its face. Did your parents never teach you to walk or something?"

Daaaaaamn. What a burn. And more importantly, what a bitch. She was probably one of those bitter chicks who got whatever they wanted, but what they really wanted was the D. Theresa was going to call her... She didn't know yet. Maybe something about fire and crotches? She'll get back to her late. But then, she just kept talking. And talking. And talking.

"Ooh, me next! Sidney Garland! All of you obviously know me! I mean, come on, if you don't you've been living under a rock. Seriously, who in this school doesn't visit my blog? hrmm? As for why I'm here? I think it's rather obvious!" She then shot her finger at Average-Andy like she was calling him out. "To disprove any supernatural phenomena that you jokers might come up with! That's right. I'ma reveal any of your little supernatural bullshit as smoke and mirrors. And if you even think about kicking me out, then well, good luck with that~"

... Yup. Total bitch. She was kinda cute, actually. Actually all big and strong. "Wow," Thersa started off, feigning shock. "Mommy and Daddy must have not loved you enough, huh?" She followed the statement up with a snicker. This girl was clearly going to come up with some sort of silly retort. Which would be icing on the cake, because this chick's a huge tryhard.

"H'lo. My name is Lillith Marjo, I hope none of you have heard of me or heard my voice before. _{brodyisafaggot.} That's all."

Some tiny girl introduced herself, and wow. Just wow. She just called someone a faggot. Like, there's nothing wrong with being gay. We're all a little homo. And there's nothing to be ashamed of if you like a little D. She loved it herself! Theresa has never seen such raw negativity and passive aggressiveness before in her life! She was right in picking this club. They were going to be the best of friends!

Andy said some other stuff, but Theresa wasn't listening. Two other people introduced themselves.

"I'm Deborah Wright, by ya'll can just call me Debs."

Black haired girl, looked all nerdy and shy and stuff. She said some other things about not believing in the supernatural - but who does? Oh, yeah. That's right. The kids who watched Paranormal activity too much. She forgot. Though, Deborah was kinda cute.

"my name is Elizabeth Falke. Most of you probably dont know me cause I just joined Edison High this week. I'm from Germany and as you might have guessed from my attire I'm what you could consider a Metalhead. I'm looking forward to working with all of you as we're gonna do our research into the occult."

Ooooh, German. Theresa herself wasn't from Europe, but she was close to it. Though, she got the feeling Elizabeth was taking this a bit too seriously. What? Was she expecting to find a ghost? A butt ghost, or what?

So... Thersa had to remember a lot of names here. Andy, Sidney, Connie, Lilith (Who names their kid Lilith? Seriously), Deborah, Elizabeth, and two other people she didn't know. Well, somebody had to be named Brody. Though, she was getting bored of sitting here. If they're going to go check out the haunted toilet, then they might as well do it now. Everyone looked like they were ready to claw each other's eyes out! "Hey boss... Are we going to head out to find this-" Theresa finger quoted, "-Haunted toilet? Or are we going to sit around and see who can come up with the snarkinest comments?" She peered at Lilith, then Sidney.

She would join in one the snarkfest herself, but she was more interested in seeing Andy make a fool out of himself trying to prove the toilet was haunted. She expected to find many strings, windmachines, and speaks for when the "spooky shit" goes down.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

Legs crossed, Tori listened to majority of the club members introduce themselves. Most of them were new to the school, which Tori couldn't tell was good or bad. If they were new then they wouldn't be aware of her popularity status. How would people judge Tori just on her personality alone? Would they hate her, think she was annoying or love and enjoy her company? While Tori didn't want people to view her as perfect, she hadn't thought of the idea of becoming a nobody. Would that be the result of joining this club? She looked around the room of students.

The club president, Andy Anderson. Obviously, he wasn't afraid to show his passion and love for the Supernatural. It didn't even matter that the entire school was making fun of him behind his back. He did want he believed in. Where did he even find the courage to do that? Unlike Tori, Andy knew exactly who he was.

Who was Tori? She certainly didn't know. Maybe joining this club could find her an answer?

Absorbed in her thoughts, Tori didn't hear the majority of the group's comments. She awoke from her daydream to hear a girl, who later called herself Theresa, speak up.

"Hey boss... Are we going to head out to find this-" Theresa finger quoted, "-Haunted toilet? Or are we going to sit around and see who can come up with the snarkinest comments?"

Wow... A lot of people in this club were certainly rude... What was the point of even coming to this meeting if you were going to be skeptical? For some reason Tori's anger was starting to bubble. Andy had taken a big risk by creating this club. Tori had already heard 'her crowd' discuss several childish pranks to play on him. She still couldn't believe how much courage he had. Tori felt a small blush forming on her cheeks. NO. NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NO. She screamed at herself. Victoria Harris didn't have crushes, people had crushes on her. Keeping clam, Tori flipped her hair back and reapplied her pink lipstick.

Sexiest Hair flip

How could Tori have been so silly? All she did was admire him for his bravery; it had nothing to do with liking him. She was freaking Victoria Harris for goodness sake. It was a huge no for her to even think about liking him. What was I thinking? The room must just be hot or something. Tori reassured herself countless times that it was nothing past admiration until she believed it herself. Afraid she would say anything stupid, Tori kept quiet for most of the introductions.

[RainbowReindeer]

:^) Connie Sweets :^)

Huh. Interesting group of people. Lilith introduced herself and wow, did Connie just hear what he heard? He hoped he didn't. People shouldn't judge others based on their sexual orientation. He shook his head, sighing. Perhaps he would talk to Lilith later about using such foul language. _lolno He sidled a bit closer to Andy, nodding his head.

"Yeah...very interesting," he whispered back. "Ah, really? Maybe this will be your chance to get to know everyone well." He blinked a few times before softly chuckling. "Good luck though, looks like some people will be pretty tough to handle."

Then another girl introduced herself as Deborah, who seemed rational like Connie. They both would believe in the supernatural once they personally experienced it. After Debs was Elizabeth who was new to Edison High as well. She was from Germany? Awesome. Connie always wanted to take a Europe-wide vacation. Maybe later. Theresa then began to ask about the haunted toilets.

Honestly, Connie couldn't help but shiver a bit. Haunted toilets on the second floor of this school? Creepy, but the thrill would be worth it.

"Whenever you're ready, boss," he said, throwing a wink.

[Ogo]

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Holy shit, it actually got worse.

From the depths of fashion hell crawled out an abomination in combat boots. And camo. There is never an excuse for camo. Ever. There was a very real urge rushing through Brody: an urge to reach across the room and slap some sense into the poor reject. Maybe they’d be lucky and he’d slap some of those hideous tattoos off her arms as well.

Ahh, Brody, you truly are a man of the people. A saint, even.

She asked if this was the S.P.I.R.I.T. Club. He looked at the board and scoffed on the inside. Was it really that hard to just look around before asking stupid questions? Maybe tall, pale, and brutal was beyond saving. Oh well. Now the Great Goth Gobbler might have some company. They could sacrifice some goats to their Goddess of Hideousness, or go kick puppies and blot out the sun.

Was normality too much to ask from these people? Or did they inherit some sort of freak gene from their useless, drain-on-society parents?

Andy stepped in to welcome the losers. Then Sidney went about declaring war on Andy’s club. Which was a good thing. After he went about explaining his theory on the disappearing students, Brody knew the kid was a loon. Which was sad, really. He wasn’t that bad to look at. Not ManCandy tier, mind you, but passable. He had the librarian look, and while nobody could rock that, he had a sort of nerdy charm. He might even be able to look past that but…

Well…

Crazy did horrible things to a man’s appearance. Even now, Brody could make out a slight twitchiness to the boy’s eye, a hint of deliriousness behind them. Maybe. Or he could be seeing what he was wanting.

ManCandy shook Andy’s hand and announced himself to be a true newbie called Connie. Horribly lame name. Who does that to a child? A boy named Connie? Might as well call him Sue. No, from this moment forward, he would forever be known as ManCandy.

"H'lo. My name is Lillith Marjo,"

Oh god, her voice actually made him want to vomit. She sounded like a castrated chipmunk. On helium. And probably speed. Seriously, if she could just turn the spaz levels down from eleven to literally anything below five, then she might not be completely repulsive.

"I hope none of you have heard of me or heard my voice before.

Considering that he hadn’t yet shoved nails as far into his ears as possible, then no, he hadn’t. In fact, if he could keep things like that, life truly would be fantastic.

”_{brodyisafaggot.} That's all."

…

What…?

Things started to simultaneously speed up and slow down. Did he...did she…

...faggot?

This couldn’t be a coincidence. First the kid in the hall...then her…

Faggot?

No.

Please.

Not here. Not again.

Faggot.

Brody drew his mouth into a line. Faggot. He crossed his arms, hugging himself. Faggot. Those are just words, Brody. Faggot. They can’t hurt you. Faggot. Not anymore.

Tarhead must have waddled up to the spotlight at some point, because he could now hear her voice. Though what was she saying?

”...Faggot faggot faggot.”

She shrugged. Brody’s eyes widened. She wasn’t really…

Faggot faggot fag faggity fag fag.”

Then she smiled at Andy. Fucking smiled at him. Sharing a little inside fucking joke with him. And apparently Machinehead wanted in on it, because she stepped up to speak next.

“Faaaaaaaaaaag. Faaag. Fag.” She smiled at everyone. Wasn’t it FUCKING funny? Look at the little faerie, frolicking about. Look at the little FAGGOT. Brody’s mouth quivered ever so slightly. He bounced his leg, looking off into the distance. His eyes shifted from object to object, trying to find something to blot out the...the…

“Faaaagio. Fag.”

Even the chomping of her gum was echoing that goddamn word. He had to get out. He couldn’t do this. Not again. Never again. It…

“Fag”
“Faaag”
“Faaag”
“Faggio”
“Faggio”
“Faggot”
“Fag”

…

Well, he had to admit, their little harmonizing didn’t sound that bad. And the gaping wound it left on his heart? It would gro-

Brody stood up, slightly shaking. He took a few steps toward the door. Then a few more.

“Fuck this. I-I don’t need th-this.”

He mumbled. It was barely more than a whisper, really. He kicked a desk, toppling it. It hit the ground, causing a loud crash to ring throughout the room. Brody left the classroom, slamming the door behind him. Fuck this. Fuck them. He didn’t need that. He didn’t deserve that. He hadn’t done a fucking thing to any of them. That was wrong.

Wrong.

Fucking wrong.

Fuck them all. Fuck them and their little reject convention. Fuck the plan. It wasn’t worth it. Brody could feel his eyes start to water up. His legs were moving, but everything was a blur. All he could think of was that word. It echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls and slamming back into his heart.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Freshman Year

Gibbler High School, Gibbler, Oregon

“Faaaaaaag”

Umph.

Brody coughed, gasping for air.

“C’mon, sissy, we’re just getting started. We’re gonna have some reeeaaal fun, yeah?”

Brody sobbed. He looked up. The sky above was gray and it cried with him. The rain felt nice. Odd...all of this was happening but...but the rain was amazing.

Umph.

Back to Earth. Back to the shitty little alley, behind the shitty little dumpster, with those shitty little people.

His arms were being pulled to either side. On one was Gregory Watsons, senior, and starting kicker for the Gibbler Coyotes. The other arm was being restrained by Antonio Giuseppe, the Coyotes’ star quarterback.

And the ginger menace in front of him? The bastard tha- UMPH! Brody coughed violently. He was caught in the throat with that one. His eyes stung. His face was more soaked by his tears than the rain. And another one. Brody’s vision was starting to blur. He felt like he was only seeing out of one eye. He was only seeing one thing. Ethan Martin. The saving grace All-Star of the Coyotes. He was destined to end up in the NFL. And he was Brody’s first love. Unrequited love, mind you, but love nonetheless. Brody was head over heels for the guy.

Speaking of heels…

A foot slammed into the side of Brody’s face. He felt his legs give out on him. He fell, nothing but slack weight. Or he would have. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum were still propping him up.

“Ahaahah, look at the little sissy fag. You gonna pass out, boy?”

It was really Brody’s fault. He...well, he was careless. Mistake number one. When you’re a closeted guy in high school, you’ve gotta be careful. People have odd ways of battling boredom, and while Brody was more of a musical guy, he was sadly a doodler. This afternoon, he had doodled a death wish.

B+E
4-EVA

Maybe he would have been able to get away with that, but he had also written both of their names over and over in the notebook. Brody Cunningham. Ethan Martin.

Mr. Brody Martin.

“Hold this little faggot up. I’ll learn him right.”

The pulled his arms in opposite directions while lifting him by his armpits.

Someone had seen. Someone had to piss or use the pencil sharpener or some other bullshit. It didn’t matter. What did matter was that Brody wasn’t aware of his surroundings. Someone saw it and they snatched it.

And they showed Ethan.

Ethan walked closer and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a short wood- Ethan’s hand tightened, and a blade shot out. A knife. Ethan pulled it up and waved it front of Brody’s eyes.

“Whoa, hey. Ain’t that a bit too far?”

“Ease up, E. The faggot ain’t worth that.”

The ginger flushed crimson.

“So what? You guys faggot lovers now? You gonna take Sissyfag here back home and sin together?” He grinned a lopsided, toothy grin. “You guys ain’t fags. Hold him there. He won’t say a damn thing. Ain’t that right, faggyboy?”

The henchmen gulped uneasily. They exchanged nervous glances. This was going too far but…

Well…

You don’t piss off Ethan Martin. It just...no. Don’t. Bad things happen.

He pushed the knife at Brody’s stomach. He pushed the blade against the shirt. Slowly. Softly. It made contact then...he kept pushing. It cut into his skin and Brody whimpered, pleading for it to end. No dice. With his free hand, Ethan punched Brody’s face, throwing his nose to one side. Blood started gushing out immediately. Ethan smiled. With the knife, he traced Brody’s shirt down the middle. slicing the buttons right off. He pushed back the shirt and looked for a moment.

Then he sliced.

One long line. Than two shorter lines perpendicular to it.

He grinned a disgusting monster’s grin. Brody screamed, but one of the minions held something over his mouth, muffling him.

One diagonal slash, than another in the opposite direction. Short slash connecting them. He screamed bloody murder each time the knife touched his skin.

One of the hooligans punched him, causing his good eye to swell up. He could barely see. He tasted pennies rolling around in his mouth and...his ears were ringing.

Ethan got creative with the last series of cuts. He made a three-sided square, then a two-sided triangle. What a fancy ‘G’.

Ethan threw back his head and laughed hard. He pointed at his handiwork with his knife. “Lookee, boys. We did good. Now there’s a warning sign on the fag. You ain’t gonna perv on anymore good ole boys, now, are you?” He lightly sliced a line below the word. Then below that he did it again, pressing deeper.

FAG

How fitting a label.

“Come on, guys. Littering is wrong. Let’s put the trash where it belongs. But first…”

Ethan grabbed Brody’s leg and straightened it out. The boy fought wildly against it, flailing about fiercely...but eventually, one of the other boys grabbed it and held it in place.

“P-p-please no...not the l-leg.”

Bad idea.

Ethan laughed. And laughed.

“‘Not the leg he says’. Hahaha, can you believe it? Not the leg.”

There was horrible snap, followed by a howl of pain by one Brody Cunningham. Never before and never since has the boy ever experienced such pain.

“Oops. Did I do that? Faggot.”

Brody felt himself leave the ground, then he was moving, soaring, then he was…

There was a squish. Brody landed on a black Hefty bag filled with whores know what. He heard laughter that began to fade away quickly. He was in so much pain. Everything hurt, stung, or was itchy. Brody wasn’t able to move. He just cried. Alone. Until he passed out. The faggot with the truth carved into his flesh wanted nothing more than death’s embrace.

---

♥Brody Cunningham♥

Junior Year

Edison High School, Sandalwood, Oregon

How’d he end up here?

Brody looked about. He was in a bathroom. There were no urinals, he quickly noticed. Girls bathroom. He dropped to a knee and looked down the row of stalls.

No feet.

Clear.

Wait...he looked back at the door, then to a window.

Girls’ bathroom on the second floor. Seriously. Fuck. He had just stormed out to leave those fuckers and now…Now they’d be here soon. Those cruel bigots, ready to cut him down in order to defeat the gay agenda. Time for them…

No. Y’know what? No. Fuck them. Fuck their club. Andy Fuckerson wants to scare some losers? Well no. Over Brody’s dead body. He looked around, looking for something that seemed out of place...but to no avail. Everything was just, well, bathroomly. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But something felt…wrong. He couldn’t quite place it. It was almost like a feeling that he was being watched. Something…

He went to the first stall. He hesitated then...kicked.

Nothing.

To the next one.

Nothing.

To the next one.

Again...nothing.

This was a waste of time. There was nothing. Anderson was just a fucking idiot.

Brody ran his hand back through his hair then pulled it back and rubbed his mouth. Then he cried. Bawled even. It was just too much. Why? Why couldn’t he get out from underneath the fucking gay umbrella? Did it really have to follow him everywhere? No. Just no. Fuck it. He was done. It was already starting here. He’d just have to talk to mom. There were other high schools nearby. He cursed. It wasn’t fair. He was being careful...other than the clothes. Fucking hillbillies. Because he used soap, he was gay. Great.

He walked over to the nearest sink and loosed some water. Brody removed his watch and placed it on the edge of the sink, more out of habit than anything. He pushed up his sleeves than tested the water. It was warm It felt nice.

Huh. There was an odd smell…

Whatever.

Brody cupped some water then splashed his face. He would have to leave in a bit. His light makeup was already being attacked by the tears. Might as well clean up before leaving. Never let them see they hurt you. The fucking vultures. The go-

...what was that?

What....

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

Brody stared fearfully in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary at first glance but…there were four open stalls. Four. Brody had only opened three. The others were securely closed. What the actual fuck? He turned and looked around. Nothing. He dropped to a knee and looked under the walls.

Nothing. Well then. Whatever. He was upset and...and Andy's stories were just getting to him. Whatever. It happened. Loserdom had infected him...but he'd survived.

He turned back, ready to just wash his hands and be ou-

…

…

…

Five open stalls. Fi-

CRRRREEEEAAAAKKKK

Brody’s eyes shot open wide.

The sixth stall door was moving. Slowly.

…

Brody could see an eye in the slit. Brody could see the madness dancing wildly…

He turned around slowly, shaking harshly. Then he wept. All of the doors were closed. What the actual fuck was even going on anymore? Was he losing his min-

The fourth door opened. Brody screamed at what he saw.

Then he stopped screaming.

---

^V^Michelle Harley^V^

Literally Like A Second Later

I'm Not Holding Your Hand On This One

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She was late.

She was so so so late.

If she didn’t make it, the instructor would drop her from the lessons. But she couldn’t help it, she had to go. Bad.

But…

But was it worth going in there?

She stood in front of the supposedly haunted girl’s bathroom. She was running late, so she had to hurry. She also had to go. Badly. But the other one she knew about was full up.

…

Just a quick in and out.

She opened the door and walked in. Or at least started to. Something felt hella off about this room. Maybe it was just the stories she heard whispered about it but...she couldn’t do it. Oh well. She was a chicken. Bawk bawk. All she knew was that she couldn’t do anything in there.

Before she left, she did notice something odd. There was a nice looking watch on one of the sinks. A very nice watch. A...man’s watch.

…

Huh.

She dropped down and checked, but as she expected, the stalls were empty. She briefly considered swiping the watch, afterall it had been abandoned. But…

No. She couldn’t go any deeper in that place. Hell no.

So she left.

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

"Yeah...very interesting," Connie whispered back. He sure was getting kind of… close… "Ah, really? Maybe this will be your chance to get to know everyone well. Good luck though, looks like some people will be pretty tough to handle."

And then he was very close. Very very close.

Andy nodded back, but he was already feeling a little flustered, _{andyxsweets4ever, whispered a small voice in the back of his head,} and quickly had to turn his attention back to the room.

"Hey. I'm Deborah Wright, by ya'll can just call me Debs," said the next person to speak. Short Girl One. "Well, if you want that is. It doesn't matter much to me. Anyway, I'm, err, not entirely how much I believe in the supernatural, but I'm willing to be convinced." She smiled at Andy, shrugging. "That's all I have to say."

Andy grinned back at her, relieved to have at least one person willing to give this a chance. She seemed nice, too. Maybe he’d go talk to her or something afterwards.

He was so busy feeling grateful for, uh, Debs (the nickname felt weirdly overly-familiar for the stoic looking girl, but he’d deal) that he nearly missed the next girl who stood up to speak. Eliza Falke: she sounded pretty serious about all this. He liked her already.

People were getting restless, though. There was only one person who hadn’t introduced himself, and all the new people had, so that meant that ‘Gray Crowell’ was the guy with the long, flowy purple hair who looked like a girl.

"Hey boss... Are we going to head out to find this-" said Theresa, making creative use of some finger quotes and confirming Andy’s worries. "-Haunted toilet? Or are we going to sit around and see who can come up with the snarkinest comments?"

Andy opened his mouth to respond, but then--

Brody stood. He was shaking. “Fuck this. I-I don’t need th-this,” he mumbled.

AND THEN HE KICKED OVER A DESK.

That… was a hell of a crash. Andy watched, eyes wide, as Brody made his exit stage left. The door slammed behind him. What had been the cause of that outburst? Had… had Lillith really said what he’d thought she said?

He bit his lip. The silence was stretching on.

“Well,” he said, for lack of anything better to say. It wasn’t as if he could logically go charging after the other boy, or launch into a lecture about appropriate language. He’d… maybe he’d talk to Brody after school. See if he was still interested, or something. Andy bit his lip.

They should probably skip Gray's introduction before anyone decided to murder someone else.

“Uh. On that note, why don’t we head on over to the bathroom to check it out? Not to do anything yet, because I don’t know if we’re ready to fight off a vengeful spirit. But if we just go in for a while, in a group, and look, then it shouldn’t bother us unless we bother it.”

Andy picked up his backpack. It was heavy with books, and his baseball bat swung from where it was strapped to the bag.

He smiled awkwardly. “Shall we?”

---

Edison High second floor, the out-of-order women’s restroom
September 4th, 2015. 4:01 PM.

---

“We’re not going to bother the ghost,” Andy warned, pausing at the door. No one was in the hallway: everyone seemed to be at club activities, or had already gone home. “We’re just going to check things out, okay?”

The air just outside the doorway was already a little cooler than the air in the rest of the hallway. The door looked… ominous, really. The out-of-order sign hung slightly crooked.

Andy had popped by the day before to check it out, and… hey, wait. The dust on the floor looked recently disturbed. In fact, there was a footstep in it.

What…?

He shook his head, brushing off the wave of worry that suddenly washed over him. They might as well check things out.

And so he pushed open the door.

It was, for all intents and purposes, a regular women’s washroom. Six stalls, sinks on one side, mirrors on the wall. Andy hadn’t seen too many women’s restrooms over the course of his life, but this looked like it was pretty standard.

Still, it… didn’t explain the awful, creeping feeling wriggling its way up his spine. Something was wrong in here. The air felt so heavy that it was almost hard to breathe, even for Andy. And he had no supernatural powers whatsoever.

But—

Hey, wait. Was that… a watch? Andy narrowed his eyes. He knew that watch. Heck, he’d been ogling it a few minutes before. Here was the question, though. What was Brody’s watch doing in the haunted women’s restroom?

Well, if your name was Andy, then the answer was pretty obvious, actually.

“On second thought,” he said, raising his voice a little. “It looks like we’re going in after all. You can follow me, if you want. Or not.”

He dropped his backpack, taking the baseball bat with him. It probably wouldn’t do much against a ghost while it was incorporeal, but when it manifested… then it might help. Maybe.

Good thing he’d brought his handy-dandy big plastic bags of salt with him. Well, he only had two, actually. He tossed one to Tori, and the other to Deborah.

He wasn't sure how well anyone, himself included, would be able to handle a ghost coming at them. But they were the two he was most inclined to think would need the extra help. And at least this way, if anyone was about to die, someone could try to do something about it.

“Salt repels ghosts,” he said matter-of-factly, grinning ruefully. “Well, temporarily. If you’re coming, you can be in charge of that. If not, give it to someone else.”

To exorcise the ghost, they’d need to destroy whatever was tying the spirit to the mortal plane… usually its corpse. So they probably wouldn’t be able to exorcise this particular spirit. Andy had a bad feeling about this.

He took his first step into the bathroom. Immediately, it felt like something was off. For one thing, it was a whole lot colder.

Andy crossed the floor in a couple of strides, stopping by the sink. He picked up the watch— shiny, expensive, and golden. Definitely Brody’s watch.

He looked around. There was no one in any of the stalls. Glancing into the mirror, he only saw himself, and the bathroom. Maybe Brody was playing a cruel prank on the weirdo club president… but that didn’t seem to be his style. And Andy honestly didn’t think that Brody was in any state to do something like that, anyway.

“Brody?” he called out, his voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom. No response.

Fucking hell. What had it done with him?

“This isn’t good,” he said. “Brody was here. And now, somewhat obviously… he’s not.”

Andy gripped the handle of the baseball bat a little tighter.

This was one hell of a bad situation.

[Punished GN]

---

Theresa Sindel Obott

---

“Fuck this. I-I don’t need th-this.”

"... Huh?" It was very hard for Theresa to miss Brody's outburst because of all the yelling and the smashing. The smashing certainly caught her off guard. Her cheeky grin turned upside down, and she nearly hopped out of her chair! Her head immediately shot towards the guy - the rich looking guy, Theresa thought he looked like a disney prince for a second (Hot like one too!) - and she caught him just as he was out the door. Huh. Never caught his name. And with that little outburst, it's likely she never will. She had a fleeting suspicion that he was the Brody guy that Lilith called a faggot. She was a little disappointed regardless. She shrugged, there will always be next time. Though, Theresa just sat down and everyone's already ready to claw each other's eyes out! From here, things can only go two directions: up or down... Probably just downhill because everyone in this club just sounds like a massive asshole so far.

Maaaaan, never expected the weirdo club to be such douches. Shoulda just joined the Music Club like Grandpa said. Where's all that S.P.I.R.I.T gone, huh? Theresa thought to herself, as she looked forward. Putting her legs together, and tapping her hands onto her lap. Though, Average Andy spoke up and killed all the tension in the room.

“Well. Uh. On that note, why don't we head on over to the bathroom to check it out? Not to do anything yet, because I don't know if we're ready to fight off a vengeful spirit. But if we just go in for a while, in a group, and look, then it shouldn't bother us unless we bother it.”

... Again with the ghost stuff. Theresa thought to herself - then shrugged. She couldn't wait to see what sort of nonsense Average Andy tries to feed her! It'll be incredible. She pushed her chair backwards, then stood straight up, and stretched. Pushing out her chest, and raising her arms over her head - arching her arms backwards a bit. She let out a quiet yawn, before reverting back to her neutral position. She watched as Average Andy grabbed his bag - which had a baseball bat sticking inconspicuously out of it. Wait, wait, hold up. They wouldn't let me in school with a knife, but they'd let you carry a baseball bat around? Talk about racist, ha. She thought to herself, quietly laughing. She started walking towards the door at her own leisure, she was afraid that she'd accidentally bump into someone and get prison shanked! Fortunately, she made it to the door, and looked at Andy. "Ready when you are, Andyboy." She said to andy with a smirk.

As a group, they marched through the halls of the School - and there was not one teacher in sight. Looks like the S.P.I.R.I.T. club is on their own. Or, or, or the Spooky ghosts scared them all away! Theresa smirked, with her cheeks looking pretty big. She reached into her pocket and pulled out another stick of gum, before sliding it into her mouth and began chewing it. So far, this club wasn't anything impressive to Theresa. Hey, she could tolerate the ghost shenanigans, but wasn't a fan of everyone being a snarky asshole. Someone could get their feelings hurt. Though, the only thing keeping her here was... curiosity. She wanted to see how things play out. Rather than jump to a conclusions based off of first impressions. When they stopped, it was clear they were where they were heading: The Haunted toilet. Booooooooooooooo. Theresa merely leaned up against the wall right next to the door, and waited.

“We’re not going to bother the ghost. We’re just going to check things out, okay?”

Average Andy said. To that, Theresa replied, "Sure." She was sure they weren't going to bother anything but the janitor. Though, she felt a little breeze coming from the bathroom. Of course, Andy was the first in. He is their fearless leader after all. It just wouldn't be right to send in a lady like Theresa to scope things out. Though, a few second later....

“On second thought. It looks like we’re going in after all. You can follow me, if you want. Or not.”

What? Was their fearless leader a little scared? Ooooh, he was totally scared. "What Andy? Are you scared?" She taunted him with a grin. "You need old Theresa to walk in with you, so you can feel safe?" She spoke again as she got closer to him. She was trying to get a rise of some sort out of Average Andy here, since he's a little spooked by what he's an expert in.

Then he pulled out some salt. Salt. Of all things. Fucking salt. Come on, Andy! You're gonna be real salty after I punk you at the end of this. Theresa thought to herself - her willpower was not enough to suppress the welling smile that was growing within her. Hell, she could barely stop herself from laughing. Then he handed it to Deborah and... some other chick that Theresa wasn't introduced to. Saying...

“Salt repels ghosts. Well, temporarily. If you’re coming, you can be in charge of that. If not, give it to someone else.”

In which universe does salt repel ghosts? That was pretty much it concerning the salt. Theresa was getting more and more bored as this expedition went on. There better be a pay off, or else Theresa was going to take a piss in the haunted toilet and leave. That said, the group pushed into the Bathroom, and Theresa was right besides them... And Jesus christ, this room was cold as hell. Her nips were going to punch through the fabric of her shirt at this rate. Theresa wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered a bit. Who the hell has the air conditioner on at this time of year? The sociopaths that run this school, that's who. She looked around this old, dusty little bathroom. Only placing her attention back onto the group once Andy picked up a watch. Huh? Nice watch. But where did it come from?

Oh wait. She bet it came from the ghoooooooooost (This time I might just disappear!).

“Brody? This isn’t good. Brody was here. And now, somewhat obviously… he’s not.”

"... The butt ghost musta got him! What ever shall we DO!?" Theresa randomly answered Andy. Snickering like a goblin. She was sure that the reason why he's "somewhat obviously not here" is because he left. No body with a brain with take a shit in this dirty toilet - Oh wait! She could use that for her next joke. "Or maybe, he took a dump in the haunted toilet and it sucked him innnnnnnn! Ha!" She walked over to one of the open bathroom stalls and closed it as she spoke - keeping her hand up against it. Chuckling.

Ahhhhh damn. She could see it on his face.

She was going to get kicked out.

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

Even though there were others behind him entering and speaking, he took note of the other people and their voices as his ears perked up to each of the differentiating harmonic tunes of the voices entering the club. As he awaits the response from the girl, he heard the boy request for everyone to settle. The problem was that he found waves which caused the water to ripple spontaneously as he scanned around. Gray felt that some people were rather obviously disgruntled with such a mundane task of investigating a bathroom, but every organization had to start small, right?

Before reacting to anything from his spot, he finished getting a good idea of what each person was like just on appearance, however he couldn't bring himself to ring the hammer yet. Gray hadn't heard the way each of them spoke when they introduced themselves, other than the handsome actor and the club leader's debut, so he couldn't properly have a semblance of their true nature.

As he waited for one of them to pull the trigger back and take the shot, the girl that the fiery red-headed chick called Tori took the ball and stood up on the plate. Apparently her real name was Victoria Haris, but preferred the name Tori. He wouldn't infringe on why she decided to make the choice of going with that part of her name, but he could probably easily discern her reason.

"She seems to be rather friendly and sort of down to earth for the most part, however I can see that she is very discoverable with the presence of Sidney. She is putting on a good act, I'll give her that, but why does she have to keep it all bottled up? I mean, she is pulling off the act rather well, but it isn't healthy to be performing such a feat."

As he felt the tension between Tori and Sidney, both of which he had no familiarity with... in fact, he honestly didn't know a single person in this room, other than feeling that Andy was in a few of his classes. Either way he would finally procure knowledge of these people instead of being a loner... to an extent.

Swiftly as the first introduction end, he was barraged with two new faces, neither of which he could recall. The first who came in also donned glasses like Andy and watch rather bemused as he question if this was the location of the S.P.I.R.I.T. club. He didn't condemn his question as it was reasonable to procure an answer just in case you went to the wrong locale.

The second who entered came in with their head held high and no sort of solicitous voice or vexation in her body language as she strolled in. He didn't dislike her way of introducing herself but he felt that there was a bit of truth in her statement as there was no one in reality who could be considered truly normal. That wasn't the point as he felt there was something not only in her final sentiment, but the way she spoke it that made him ponder on feeling something truly different about the lady. Then again, maybe it was just his own imagination playing tricks on him.

...

Ok, there were three who came in who were late; a blonde chick who was adorned with myriads of tattoos which she displayed boldly as she waltz in. She was a bit buff, if not slightly buffer than him which he didn't mind. She enjoyed to work out and such, that was her jig and he wouldn't judge... in fact, he really didn't judge by anything but one thing. Looking at a cover gives you an idea, reading enlightens you with the whole story.

As the girl bellowed her question, Andy gave a similar response as before to the others who were clueless about where the club was. The boy seemed a bit outspoken in a positive sense and friendly to the mass of people who were late that were of different styles to boot. The diversity was interesting to say the least as myriads of people you wouldn't normally expect to be in a peculiar club like this. It seemed most of them found such appeal in a prospect, however he was soon shown to be incorrect after that Sidney girl conjured up her intro.

First off, she responded with an insult to the boy that... didn't really affect him at all. Even though her tongue was sharp, Gray wasn't bothered about the slice she made, or so he made others think. He kept his calm demeanor, not daring to respond her since he came to the conclusion that this wasn't the time to be responding to such petty matters. Let her descend to that level, but he wasn't going to stoop down even lower and deliver a nail to what appeared to be her pride as she droned on about how great she was.

Then she went off the deep end and made a jab... no, punch at this whole club, calling it farce while berating them all by calling them mere jokers. If anything, this was a bold and crude way to make herself known. Gray thought of her as the kid who always kicked down a magnificent sand castle someone or a bunch of children built up, then went on to call their skills trash. Sidney tried to deprive the others of fun that they wanted to have. He wanted to respond to her, calling her out by saying she was no better than them - actually, they were honestly better than her. Even though they believed in nonexistent things, they kept the gall to hold their tongues instead of releasing a kraken.

In a sense, the ones with a vivid imagination were much more mature than a teenager who tried so hard to act like a big girl when in a sense, she was turning into something she wasn't most likely.

...

That's what Gray interpreted for himself as Andy handled the situation in a calm and refined state which proved his thought process to be in the green, however he felt the boy with the glasses was really into this stuff as he responded to the girl. Anyways, if he recalled before that big ordeal, a boy named Connie Sweets interjected himself into the clubs room and made everyone cognizant of his presence by introducing himself. He couldn't tell much about him since he recently came in, other than the fact that he would most likely be very pleasant to be around due to the air he gave.

The next was the basher girl which reminded him of a loli during his time in Japan. He had taken note of a few of the girls who looked like that, but never gave it a second thought. Anyways, as she went on to introducing herself, he said her as... someone who had a volatile personality as she mumbled something that he barely managed to catch. Gray slightly frowned as she made such a humble and worthwhile comment, finding it to be unnecessary under these circumstances. Well, whatever, if that was his sexuality, they didn't have to go and make a fuss of it. Hopefully she would restrain from doing that from time to time, but he could only hope.

"That minor comment was rude and didn't pertain to anything useful other than bullying another about their sexuality. If he was into guys, he was into guys, no need to make fun of him under your breath... I must of been mistaken, ugh... Next time I need to judge others characters a bit more closely at first glance. Hopefully she will hold her tongue next time... Hopefully"

He let out a sigh as he slightly frowned at the girl who left such an inexcusable comment be released. Eventually his attention on her dropped as a girl draped in midnight set herself on the stage. She seemed to be... very normal out of this group of people, in a sense, down to earth normal. Though he wondered if that was the case, he studied her further, and came to the final conclusion about her for now. It was evident that she was quiet and possibly... shyed away from others? The latter was an inference, but what matters is he liked the girl as she kept the spectrum's in balance.

"Like some of the other girls, she not only has a cute exterior, but and internally appealing one too. Don't know much about the chick, but I can tell she won't cause problems. I know that she'll be a great person to hang around... However, I can't help but feel..."

As the introductions eventually came to a close, he came to learn of everyone and who they were. The punk woman was a transfer student who came from out of the country like him. Theresa made a snarky comment which made him roll his eyes before flipping his hair a bit as he cocked and eyebrow at her response. Like Lilith and Sidney, she singed mud at someone who painted a target on themselves before jesting about a haunted toilet. Gray covered his face and shook it as this escalated, wondering if this foul possibly get any worse.

...

Wish and you shall receive as Brody bursted out into tears as he slammed a desk into the ground with a mere kick as he mumbled something. The boy was in shambles, however he didn't do much except make a sarcastic insult. As the boy reacted in a corrosive way, Brody let the room in a swift matter, making his existence fleeting. Andy didn't know how to respond to this, except by saying they should go begin their investigation before leaving with Theresa in tow. The boy was the third at the door, but before traversing out, he stopped briefly. It was a wonder what was going through his head, but then he swiftly pivoted around and slowly walked up to the girl who insulted the boy in a whisper, appearing discontent and imposing as he looked at the girl fiercely.

"You know, that was completely unnecessary! Making fun of the guy because of his sexuality is low, you know that? Just because he likes the same gender doesn't mean he has warranted the right to be assaulted by your tongue. I know he seemed... less than enthusiastic but you do realize what you did was wrong, or am I incorrect? Did you not consider the way a person feels about such a thing and decide to hurt him for shits and giggles? Or do you just go under the presumption that he wouldn't be hurt? Whatever the case was, grow the fuck up, mature, drink milk, whatever, just realize what you've done wrong. I may not know much about the guy, but I'm not letting this go unrequited. Once we find the guy, I'm hauling you over to him and I want you to genuinely apologize to him, got it?! It isn't right for someone to be chastised for being who they are, unless they need a reality check and you my friend need one."

With that said, he let out a breath of hair with a slightly neutral-aggressive facial expression as he pivoted around and made his way towards the door. As his hair moved from side to side, he came to a stop yet again as he stop in front of the door. He turned his head, bent his arm so it made a ninety degree angle and pointed at Sidney before announcing something to her as he squinted at her, know she was possible going to attempt to get the last lip most likely if he didn't put himself in.

"Also, don't you bother making a bargain bin insult like you did to me earlier. Whats said is said, you don't need to make a big deal out of it and go off on your childish rants. I request only one thing and its to keep your trap shut for at least five minutes unless you legitimately have something useful to say for once during a club meeting. Use your breath wisely and don't waste it on meaningless insults because you are going to have to try harder if you want to rile me up... Anyways, see you guys at the bathroom, best we get started on crackin' this case, you know?"

Gray looked at each each he didn't speak to in the last couple of minutes and gave them a legitimate smile. After the deed was set in stone, he stepped out of the room and headed in the direction of where the duo went. Gray kept his air of confidence as he left, not lying about his actions, living them truthfully as he walked after Andy and Theresa, wondering how they were faring, along with Brody who was hurt by words unleashed unintelligently. He didn't care how they responded as he kept moving forward, not ensnared by such trifling matters.

((I'll do the bathroom post in my next post, ok?))

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

"Wow, Mommy and Daddy must have not loved you enough, huh?

Theresa.

"Oooh. Wow." Sidney rolled her eyes, obviously not bothered by her retort. "If you can't come up with a better insult than that, you should probably leave it to the big girls, okay?~" She said, giving Theresa a playful wink. She would have replied with something else, but Andy interrupted her.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, You’re part of this club now, Sidney Garland. So regardless of whether you believe in ghosts or not, you’re going to have to participate to the best of your abilities. So how about this? You try to prove to me that it’s all just smoke and mirrors by the end of the year. Give me undeniable proof that it’s all make believe. For now, though, you’ll be a responsible member of this club. And I’ll prove to you that it’s all a hundred percent real. Okay?”

Sidney mischievously giggled.

"Sure, prez. You can count on me~" He might not have believed her, but Sidney Garland always gave 100%!...though, in this case, 100% in debunking anything that might remotely be called 'supernatural'. Well, Either way, she was in the club for the long haul. After that, the redhead listened to the others introduce themselves, a bit too quietly for comfort some might say. If they took care to look though, they would see her writing away in her notepad, writing small little notes in her usual cursive. What? Her handwriting was awesome. Some might have expected it to be a messy scrawl, but those morons were morons. Handwriting was one of the things a writer should always, be good at. And she liked to think of herself a writer first, and reporter second.

"Nice to meet you Andy. I'm Connie Sweets, it's my first year here. Hope we all get along well!"
Ooh. New kid. She might hit him up for an interview on his first thoughts on the school. But first, notes!

brief, hastily written but surprisingly neat cursive notes

Name: Connie Sweets (Pfft. Sweets. Connie? Also, who names a guy Connie?...well, my name is Sidney. don't have much room to talk there.
Notes: Tall. Seems nice. Goody two-shoes as they say maybe?
Might be easy to...eh...get information from. Kek.

All the note taking she had time for, currently. Lillith introduced herself next. Sidney already knew a bit about the girl. One, she was a lesbian. Two, she like the horrible, horrible form of music known as rapping. She was more of a Rocker, even if she didn't look like it. At least it was pop of all things. Ugh, she didn't understand people who like that music. Okay, maybe she could. It was fun to dance to-

and she's off topic again. Brain, focus.

"H'lo. My name is Lillith Marjo, I hope none of you have heard of me or heard my voice before. brodyisafaggot. That's all."

Did...did she just? Wow. Okay, rude Lillith, rude. Rude, but kinda funny. She stifled a small giggle. Lillith had no room to talk about someones sexuality. Neither did she, really, but eh, whatever. Not her problem. Brody was gonna probably react badly though. No notes for her. She already had a file on Lillith somewhere...

"Hey. I'm Deborah Wright, by ya'll can just call me Debs. Well, if you want that is. It doesn't matter much to me. Anyway, I'm, err, not entirely how much I believe in the supernatural, but I'm willing to be convinced. That's all I have to say."

Next up, Deborah.

more notes

Deborah Wright: Skeptic. Might possibly be help. Kinda cute
seems shy. Might be easily..uhm...convinced. I think I have more on her at home...hrm...will look into later.

"Heya people! my name is Elizabeth Falke. Most of you probably dont know me cause I just joined Edison High this week. I'm from Germany and as you might have guessed from my attire I'm what you could consider a Metalhead I'm looking forward to working with all of you as we're gonna do our research into the occult. Besides that I dont really have alot to add at the moment but if you've got any questions you can always ask."

Oooooh. Elizabeth Falke. Kek. She was going to definitely hit this girl up for an interview first. She believed in the Occult and was from Germany, and was a new student. So. Much. Juicy. info. She could barely contain herself, and found herself grinning rather stupidly in her direction. Quickly, she turned back to her notepad before the other people went about introducing themselves. She was going to have tons of...heh, ~questions~ for her later.

"Hey boss... Are we going to head out to find this--Haunted toilet? Or are we going to sit around and see who can come up with the snarkinest comments?"

Theresa again. Seemed like she wasn't the only skeptic here with the 'haunted toilet' Really, how cliche. At least be...like, a haunted living room or something if you're going to haunt something.

oooh. a haunted cafeteria. If she was a ghost, she definitely would chose to haunt a cafeteria. Why?...free food, obviously.

...focus brain. Brody was finally flipping his shit. She made sure to get several very good pictures when he flipped that desk. Never underestimate the speed at which she could click a button on a camera! She had ten awesome pictures of Brody absolutely losing it. Ahahahaa, okay, she was gonna have an interesting little piece to write up about this incident, definitely. Now, all she had to do was decide if she wanted to make fun of him, or put the club in the spotlight by saying that they all humiliated him....

And then, Gray seemed to lose it.

Pfft. Well, she had to say Lillith kind of deserved that.

"Also, don't you bother making a bargain bin insult like you did to me earlier. Whats said is said, you don't need to make a big deal out of it and go off on your childish rants. I request only one thing and its to keep your trap shut for at least five minutes unless you legitimately have something useful to say for once during a club meeting. Use your breath wisely and don't waste it on meaningless insults because you are going to have to try harder if you want to rile me up... Anyways, see you guys at the bathroom, best we get started on crackin' this case, you know?"

...there he goes, telling her what to do again. Also, he seemed to take that insult the completely wrong way. Ugh. Moron. She folded her arms and gave a little huff before replying, her camera hanging around her neck again. She'd have given him a piece of her mind, but he had already walked out. oh well. Not like she actually cared.

Either way, to the bathroom!

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Edison High second floor, the out-of-order women’s restroom
September 4th, 2015. 4:01 PM.

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“We’re not going to bother the ghost, We’re just going to check things out, okay?”

"Right, Right, Prez. No bothering the ghostie." Sidney replied, following Andy in. As usual, the bathroom hadn't looked used in ages. Well, there was signs that someone had been in here recently. Probably a student who couldn't hold it and had to make an emergency pit stop.

“On second thought, It looks like we’re going in after all. You can follow me, if you want. Or not. Salt repels ghosts, Well, temporarily. If you’re coming, you can be in charge of that. If not, give it to someone else.”

Pfft. yeah, she was going in. Ghost or not. Like it was actually a ghost anyways. This was probably just some elaborate prank.

“Brody? This isn’t good, Brody was here. And now, somewhat obviously… he’s not.”

"... The butt ghost musta got him! What ever shall we DO!? Or maybe, he took a dump in the haunted toilet and it sucked him innnnnnnn! Ha!"

Sidney stifled a giggle at Theresa's comments. She had her own theory, though.

"Well duh. After that comment Lillith made, the guy probably was upset. We all know Brody's a sensitive wittle baby~" She giggled. "He probably was upset and left. Case closed." She shrugged, obviously happy with her conclusion of current events.

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

“Fuck this. I-I don’t need th-this.” Brody mumbled before kicking a table over and storming out of the classroom in an emotional and depressed manner. Tori's eyes blazed with anger and disappointment at Lillith. What in the world was wrong with her? Hateful and nasty comments should stay locked up in your mind but they should never be lashed out against someone And Tori knew better than anyone else... Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will always hurt you. Words she always tried to remember.

“Uh. On that note, why don’t we head on over to the bathroom to check it out? Not to do anything yet, because I don’t know if we’re ready to fight off a vengeful spirit. But if we just go in for a while, in a group, and look, then it shouldn’t bother us unless we bother it. Shall we?” Andy led the Spirit club to, what he believed to be, the haunted bathroom. Tori had heard the rumors too, mysterious disappearances and whispers of someone committing suicide. It seemed a bit misleading and only imaginary, but Tori wasn't going to voice her opinion. She was giving this club one month. Only one month. Tori wasn't sure exactly what she was looking for, or why this club held the answer, but she hoped the club's mix of unique personalities would cause the student body to not act as though she was perfect. Just one month.

“We’re not going to bother the ghost,” Andy warned, sneaking a look into the bathroom,“We’re just going to check things out, okay?”

Was he being serious? Tori wasn't sure exactly what was going on. Surely the school would know if the girl's bathroom was haunted, right? It was a little strange though that the administration hadn't looked into why no one ever used the bathroom. Couldn't they just remodel it into a computer lab or something?

“On second thought,” he said, raising his voice a little. “It looks like we’re going in after all. You can follow me, if you want. Or not.”


Andy tossed her and another girl a bag of... salt? You have got to be kidding me? Salt? What was salt going to do? She looked at him skeptically, unsure as how it could possibly solve anything. Once again though, she bit her tongue. One month. Sighing, Tori followed Andy into the bathroom.

“Salt repels ghosts,” he said matter-of-factly, grinning ruefully. “Well, temporarily. If you’re coming, you can be in charge of that. If not, give it to someone else.” If you say so...

Tori felt a chilled wind slither through her and she rubbed her arms for warmth. It's just a coincidence right? Why is it so cold? Andy picked up a shiny watch, the exact watch Brody had been wearing. What kind of joke is going on? An uneasy feeling made Tori glance around in caution. She even cracked open the bag of salt, just in case. Now you're scared? What is wrong with you? It was strange for Tori to get this creeped out, but something wasn't right.

“This isn’t good,” he said. “Brody was here. And now, somewhat obviously… he’s not.” Brody said, and Tori couldn't agree more. What had gotten into her?

"... The butt ghost musta got him! What ever shall we DO!? Or maybe, he took a dump in the haunted toilet and it sucked him innnnnnnn! Ha!"

"Well duh. After that comment Lillith made, the guy probably was upset. We all know Brody's a sensitive wittle baby~" She giggled. "He probably was upset and left. Case closed." She shrugged, obviously happy with her conclusion of current events.

Tori should have been laughing with them, taking this as a joke, but for some odd reason she wasn't. Whether it be the goosebumps crawling up her arms, the shiny watch sitting in Andy's hand, or the jittery feeling inside her, Tori knew this wasn't right.

"Sidney, aren't you cold?" Tori asked, rubbing her arms again, "I'm not sure I believe in ghosts, but something just feels off," She said, hoping Sidney would take her seriously.

[Rune_Alchemist]

~Sidney Garland~

"Sidney, aren't you cold? I'm not sure I believe in ghosts, but something just feels off,"

Tori was obviously cold, from the way she was rubbing her arms. Andy probably hid a air-conditioning device in here or something. Like...one of those mini AC units and stuffed it somewhere where they wouldn't find it easily. Well, he obviously didn't understand that she would spend all night here to find it, if she had too.

"Ehhh? You think something feels off?" she said, unzipping her jacket, revealing a plain yellow T-shirt underneath it. She, wasn't cold. Probably because she was wearing her usual rather warm jacket, but she wanted to see if it was actually as cold as Tori was making it out to be. She hadn't noticed any huge change in temperature, sure it was a little cooler, but eh, the cold never bothered her anyways. She just wore a jacket to hide her camera.

"Here." She said, taking off her jacket, handing it to Tori. "Let it never be said, that Sidney Garland, is not a nice person!~" She chuckled to herself, before leaving the other girl so she could explore the restroom a bit more. First things first, pictures! Recon! Information gathering!...this place was actually kind of cramped with this many people in here. Huh. Oh well.

She walked to the entrance of the restroom, and took a picture of the entire room from the entrance. It seemed normal enough, and there wasn't anything too suspicious on it at a glance. She'd look closer after she took some more. From there, she moved to the sink, the one that had Brody's watch on it, before quickly snapping another one of Andy holding the watch.

"I hope the ghostie isn't camera shy~" She mused to herself, as she continued to look around the restroom....Tori had been right though. It was kind of...chilly in here without her jacket. Must just be the old construction or something making the room cooler. God knows this room hasn't been touched since whenever it was abandoned. Still, next up, she wanted to get a picture of the stalls. So far, nothing paranormal or otherwise unexplainable phenomena occuring.

looks like your ghostie theory was sinking fast, Prez. At least to Sidney it was. After all, if it was a ghost then it would probably want to get them out of here as fast as it could, wouldn't it?

[Nightmare Bunny]

Andy Anderson

"... The butt ghost musta got him! What ever shall we DO!?” said Theresa. “Or maybe, he took a dump in the haunted toilet and it sucked him innnnnnnn! Ha!"

…butt ghost? Andy ran through a mental check of all the ghosts he’d ever heard of. The “butt ghost” that Theresa mentioned… didn’t seem to be something he recalled.

Maybe he’d look it up afterwards.

But still—there were lots of skeptics in this particular group of people. Theresa, Sidney, Lillith… well, they were still part of the club, and while Andy really did believe in ghosts rather sincerely (sincerely enough to get labeled a bit of a wackjob, to be honest), he could see why people would be doubtful.

After all—even he hadn’t really seen a ghost before. Or… well, there’d been that one time in his neighbor’s garden, but. He’d never actually seen anything particularly definitive. He’d just done a whole lot of research into things like this.

"Well duh. After that comment Lillith made, the guy probably was upset. We all know Brody's a sensitive wittle baby~" said Sidney, interjecting herself into the situation. "He probably was upset and left. Case closed." She shrugged, looking pleased.

"Sidney, aren't you cold? I'm not sure I believe in ghosts, but something just feels off," said Tori. She’d opened up the bag of salt, Andy noticed.

Well, good for her. He was liking her more and more by the minute. Usually he’d give a location the benefit of the doubt, but this place really did have strong evidence (if you could call it that) connected to it, and…

Well, it gave him the creeps, to be honest.

He smiled reassuringly at Tori, but turned away to check out the rest of the room. Sidney was offering Tori her jacket— how nice of her. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

"I hope the ghostie isn't camera shy~" hummed Sidney.

Andy looked up from the sink that he was inspecting. The metal spout was spotted with rust, but said rust looked… oddly redder than it should have. He turned the tap on absentmindedly. “I’m not really into taking pictures myself,” he offered hesitantly. “But I heard that having a ghost in the frame corrupts the picture. If you printed it out, though, then you might be able to see it. I’ve heard a lot of different theories about this, though, so I’m not sure.”

There. A peace offering. Photography advice from the school's resident ghost buff. Yeah, now that he thought about it... his advice probably meant nothing to her.

He looked down. Rust was mixing into the water as it swirled down the drain, leaving red stains on the sides of the porcelain sink.

Somehow, that seemed like a bad sign. A very, very bad sign.

The lights flickered, and Andy glanced up sharply at the single, antiqued-looking lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw something move in the mirror, but when he looked back, there was nothing. Just Sidney, Theresa and Tori, and the rest of the club just beyond the door.

And that, of course, was when the lights went out all together.

Andy flinched, and promptly tripped. He caught himself on the sink, but his glasses went flying… somewhere. Well, fuck.

He could still see the rest of the club outside, silhouetted in the light from the hallway, but it was dark as hell. The frosted glass window was not doing much for visibility.

“You three okay?” he said, and took a step forward.

Something crunched under his sneaker. Oh, Christ-on-a-shish-kebab. Those… were his glasses, weren’t they?

They’d been nice glasses, too. And expensive. All I have for back-up are contacts, he thought, feeling vaguely frustrated. But now really wasn't the time.

Something breezed past him, brushing against the nape of his neck. It felt like… fingers. Cold, chilly fingers, running down his neck. He jerked forwards even more, unwilling to let go of his baseball bat. In the darkness, though, he didn’t know how he was going to use it without killing someone by accident. What the fuck—

Rustling noises. He thought he could hear muffled sobbing sounds, from the direction of the stalls, but… none of the three girls who’d come in with him had been crying, had they?

Was it… the wind? But it couldn’t be. They were indoors, for crying out loud.

Fucking hell. He could only just barely see the outlines of the other club members.

“Be careful,” he said, raising his voice. It echoed oddly in the darkened room. “And get ready with that salt, Tori. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think it has Brody, and it’s sure as hell not happy that we’re here to get him back.”

[Savo]

Gray Crowell

As Gray entered into the supposedly haunted bathroom with the other few people, it seems they were set to work on investigating the area intensely for their own purposes... well, sort of. Andy, with his baseball bat, seemed really adamant to enter into the bathroom. Though the door looked ominous to passerby, it honestly didn't at all faze the boy. To him, this was currently another worn down part of the school which the administration was too darn lazy to fix. He could only wonder where the money for this school was going if a part of this place was in shambles.

Eventually he decided to take the plunge, notably to open the door, there was a chilling feeling that everyone mot likely felt with the exception of him. It was rather strange that he wouldn't feel chilled just a tinge, but he stayed, unfazed by this whole event... until he heard an echo from Andy.

His eye slightly widened in pure surprise at what he heard, along with his mouth as it frowned slightly at an unpleasantly unexpected occurrence. He could only ponder on why he thought of such a thing before his eyes drooped to a familiar shiny watch. If he could recall, there was such a person who had such a classy and expensive item on their well-being.

However, all he knew now was that this wasn't inviting trouble as he came to the full realization that something bad was about to transpire. As he decided to enter into the place, he took note of how savage it appeared inside, seek it as in a horrible state of disrepair. However, that wasn't the thing that stopped him from completely entering.

Oh no, it was something worst than that.

The boy slid one of his feet back, stupified by what such presence he was feeling. Even though he said the four of them in the bathroom, there was an enigma lurking in wait, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on as he nervously stared down the entrance.

There wasn't four people in there, he felt there was another.

"... Huh? Is my mind playing tricks on me or is the atmosphere just getting to me? He said that Brody left his watch in there but it feels like their are eyes that we can't noticed peering from the shadows. Something is wrong here, something is really, really off! I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural creatures but I have a bad feeling that something malignant is going to conjure itself up from thin air and do whatever to us. Kinda giving me chills."

"I need to investigate this all even further with an eagles eye."

With that resolution he was set on, he stealthily entered the bathroom, trying not to alert anyone who was possibly watching them. Although he didn't bother making a sound, he still couldn't shake the feeling something was following them.

Either way, it seemed like Theresa and Sidney were making a huge joke of this all which prompted him to shake his head. This was a corrosive situation in which there was the chance of a missing kid and Theresa was saying there was a butt ghost? In all honestly, that was a really horrible jab.

However, Sidney took the cake as she proved herself to be no more difficult than the loli girl... then again, after her last insulting comment she made at him in the classroom, that was probably to be expected. Seriously, why was she like this? The only thing he could actually pondered upon was that she was lonely and pushed everyone away, maybe.

Either way, this hypotheses could wait for now as he began snooping for clues that might lead to the whereabouts of the fleeing actor who decided to enter this bathroom. As a place in disrepair, it seems the constant shuffling of feet made it impossible to tell it there were any foot prints remaining as it stirred up the dust. However, the stalls looks mildly dubious, even with the things open.

"... These things looked as if they haven't been touched in ages, and appear as if they are rotting away from existence. Something smells in here, and it isn't the bathroom. Hmph, alright, maybe I can connect a few clues with these contrasting ideas. Lets fit a few pieces into the puzzle and reason for what might of happened."

As he pondered on the limitless possibilities, Tori commented on something feeling wrong here, along with the cold air. Again, was it just him or was he the only one who didn't at all feel the temperature drop? His sister did mention that the air got colder when there was something spiritual manifesting near them, but he never exactly felt the drop. Maybe such a suggestion was a myth? Then again, he couldn't dismiss all suggestions.

As Sidney stripped and lent Tori her jacket since she was slightly freezing, before saying she wasn't a nice girl. After that, she went about her business, inspecting the stalls to scout out possibly any inconsistencies just as he. So far, he only felt the strange pressure of another inside, a sort of phantasm if you will. Even with the stuffy room he could only go off nonsensical evidence that was provided.

"From what I've managed to discern, Brody was most likely standing in front of the mirror, his eyes welted up. Hegel humiliated, angry, and must of stayed in here a bit too long. He possibly saw something wrong in the mirrors, like one of those jumpscares you saw from an 80s or was it 90s horror film. Whatever the case was, he didn't react fast enough and was captured by a possibly phantom. Sounds ridiculous in the mind, but when you don't have enough evidence to go on, that is what a person may be prone to believe."

And that is when everything went to hell really fast.

The lights suddenly gave out under them, leaving them stranded in sheer darkness as the mood of the frightening area began to escalate. He was rather taken aback by this uneventful thing and promptly slid back a bit... before banging himself into a bathroom stall. Well, so much for being covert as it was most likely the others would be freaked out by that sound. He felt he should probably speak up, lest the situation goes from bad to worse... too bad these were the only words he could shoot out due to being in pain.

"AH DAMNIT THAT ACTUALLY HURT! Ugh, so much for investigating without being noticed... Er, anyways, I'm not a fervent believer in spirits roaming the bathroom, but I wouldn't just like to point out that there probably isn't fi-"

Before he could finish his analysis of the place, he thought he could hear slightly muffled weeping coming from somewhere in the bathroom. Now though couldn't at all be orchestrated by Andy as Sidney said... then again, he never believed this was all planned out by him as such an idea was ridiculous. Either way, he could only hope that salt did wonders repelling the ghost. As he began speaking yet again, it appeared in a calm way, however there were slight hints of fear in his voice as he spoke.

"And looks I'm a bit late on letting my thoughts loose... Eh whatever, I'll do it now, Sidney, don't you dare say this is planned because ever since I stood in front of this bathroom, I could tell there was something off from the start. I didn't see a difference in temperature like you guys, (if there was), however I felt that there was another set of eyes watching us in here. If I had my sisters supposed latent abilities to speak with spectral beings, this would be a lot easier. However, at this point, there aren't five people in this location right now from what we can understand..."

"There are six... And I think that's the same one Andy warned us in advance. I didn't believe in such things until now, and if you guys didn't either, I would recommend that you start right now."

As he pivoted around to face the area where the crying came from, he began to slightly tense up. He let out a soft breath of air to calm himself down, but he didn't make it any better for him. He sighed harshly as he backed away from the stalls, and pulled out a phone. Thankfully there was an app on here which would turn the flash on the phone temporarily until the battery ran out. He had to use this wisely as he raised the slightly bright light up, adding some semblance of peace to this place... for a split second at least in his mind.

Once it was up, he slowly began moving about to investigate where the noise was coming from, standing near the sinks as he kept his distance from the stalls. As he moved, he was too distracted to notice anyone else, and bumps lightly into someone on accident.

"Eh?! Erm, sorry about that, just trying to look for this ethereal being, eheh, heh... Hm..."

This was going to he a really bad day...

[BlueAjah]

👑Victoria Harris👑

"Ehhh? You think something feels off?" Sidney asked, before taking off her jacket and handing it to Tori, who gladly accepted the new source of warmth and slid into it."Here.Let it never be said, that Sidney Garland, is not a nice person!" Tori rolled her eyes, it was typical of Sidney to glorify her act of kindness.

"Thanks, Sidney," Tori said, grateful despite Sidney's sassy attitude. She watched as Sidney toured the bathroom, snapping pictures whenever she thought necessary. While most of the remodeled bathrooms in the school were spacious and tidy, this one was filthy and cramped, leaving barely enough room to walk around. Tori made a mental note to herself that when she died it would be a in a nicer place, preferably the ocean. Of course she wasn't planning on dying any time soon though.

"I hope the ghostie isn't camera shy~" hummed Sidney. She just doesn't know when to not be annoying...

“I’m not really into taking pictures myself,” Andy replied to Sidney, “But I heard that having a ghost in the frame corrupts the picture. If you printed it out, though, then you might be able to see it. I’ve heard a lot of different theories about this, though, so I’m not sure.”

That was when the room blacked out. A small light from the doorway could be seen, but Tori still backed into a wall, well she hoped it was a wall anyway. Touching something gave her comfort, having your back vulnerable to things gave Tori the shivers. If something was in here, the only way it could approach her was right where she could see it. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth once Andy asked if everyone was okay.

"I'm fine, are you okay Andy?" She asked, hoping nothing had happened during the obscure light shortage.

“And get ready with that salt, Tori. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think it has Brody, and it’s sure as hell not happy that we’re here to get him back.” Tori still couldn't be she was taking this seriously, but like Andy had suggested, she grabbed a pinch of salt in her hand, waiting for whatever was hiding in here to show herself. If all of this proved be a game, she could always throw the salt at their eyes. Tori actually hoped all of this was a only game.