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[b][code]John Reid's Farm - House.[/code][/b]
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[i]Mr. Cullen.[/i]
At least he hadn't called him "[i]faggot[/i]". That was almost like process, right? This weird almost business-like relationship with Hagan Rosefey was only proving to be a source of amusement as they continued. Martin kind of enjoyed Hagan's presence even if he was a bit... [i]rough?[/i] Hagan had an almost companionable nature, even if he liked to make fun of him. Martin wasn't adverse to snarky jabs as long as they didn't cross a certain line.

"[color=c4df9b]Don't hate me because you missed the last big event, my man.[/color]"

It was good to see that Hagan had showed up, even if he'd made sure to tell everyone that Martin could get a bit wordy over text message. Nonetheless, it was no skin off his knee and he was just glad to follow along as the group moved towards the building. It was a prime ghost-hunting night, a full spookathon, a legitimate spektor fest- a waste of time coming up with all of these descriptions for it. He couldn't help it, he was getting chills.

[i]The darkness wasn't foreign to Martin Cromwell, it was even less foreign in light of his new powers. It didn't make this any less terrifying.[/i]

When Rita had been the one to offer to get in for them, he had tensed on impulse but hadn't done anything to delay the process. He was trying to refrain from being over protective again and he wasn't about to ruin that by telling her not to go exploring parts unknown. It was hard though, he wasn't completely trustworthy of anything that they were about to face just yet. Though when it turned out that she was fine, he was relieved.

The inside of the place was standard affair, left behind and very old. It reminded him of urban exploration, it would have been cool if he'd brought a camera.

"[color=c4df9b]I don't mind exploring up the stairs,[/color]" he offered, nodding. "[color=c4df9b]Seems just as spooky and uncomfortable as any other part of this place.[/color]"

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[b][code]John Reid's Farm - Barn.[/code][/b]
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Aliana hadn't liked this place from the start but with Penny and Lynette going, it was a definite that she was going to be going as well. She had no interest in exploring creepy old buildings or getting spooked by creepy old ghosts. She had no interest in being a hero or doing brave things, she just wanted to be normal and now she was being drug into [i]all of this[/i]. She had chosen to go with Lynette into the barn and it had also been a mistake.

She wasn't happy and she certainly didn't appreciate the smell upon entering. She may have grown up poor in Florida but it had still been [i]Florida[/i]. Low tide was the worst smell to plague a native of Key West. She wasn't used to all this farm crap and she wasn't about to start getting used to it any time soon. She had pinched her nose and snorted when the brute-boy joked at Lynette.

Lynette had made a simple enough request of her and she'd been quick to agree. While she liked Britney, she also liked Lynette and Lynette has an interest in this stuff. If Aliana happened to find anything then she'd save it for Lynette's eyes first, and she [i]was[/i] looking, pawing around at things lightly and scanning surfaces for anything of interest. It was the idle searching of a very nosy person by nature. 

When they got to the tunnel and Lynette immediately descended, she sighed and headed down as well.

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