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ADRIK KAMENEV

Location: Break Room
Time: Morning
Mentions: @Liv
Interactions:Elena Kozlov; Open




"Hmmm...coffee's a bit cold today."

The seemingly innocent comment escaped Adrik's lips shortly after sipping the latest brewed up batch from his mug. He was leaning with his back against the edge of a counter in the teacher's break room, a coffee mug in one hand and his phone loosely held in the other. He'd been idly scrolling through his newsfeed before taking a sip, but the surprising chilliness of his drink had stolen his attention. He actually didn't mind iced coffee at times, but his cup was just plain cold and bland, as if it had been sitting out for awhile.

"You sure about that?" An older man asked, another professor at the school much like himself. The man, Dima Krupin, was pouring himself a cup of coffee as well from the same pot Adrik had used, but it was clearly piping hot as steam could be seen emanating from it.

"Huh. I suppose 'hot' is just a little too cold for me these days." Adrik joked with a tired smile. Subconsciously, however, his hand gripped the handle of his mug tighter. The coffee wasn't warm at all, it was damn near frozen. For several days now, he'd experienced bouts of chills like this that honestly made no logical sense. Ever since that night with the car...damn it, what the hell was going on? It worried him, but it wasn't like he could tell anyone what was happening to him, and he didn't have the faintest clue of what he could do anyway. Though, perhaps he deserved it. This could all very well be the start of a punishment he believed he'd had coming to him for years now.

"Ah, so tough," Dima responded dryly, "You know, my first class will up be up soon. I'll have to ask the kids in it when they decided hot coffee was the new iced coffee."

Adrik just shook his head.

"I don't know how a man in his mid-thirties is still considered a kid," Adrik scoffed. He took another sip of his coffee, but grimaced, then made his way to leave. It would be for the best if he showed up early to his own class, he figured. Though once exiting the break room, he found himself nearly running into another person who was about to enter, though he was aware enough to stop before they could crash into each other.

"Sorry, seems I'm in the way...oh, hello, Mrs. Kozlov. Or do you prefer Elena?" Adrik's tired smile returned as he nodded at his fellow teacher to greet her. He noticed she seemed...about as tired as himself, actually. Which was strange, in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"...Tired as well, huh? Long night?"
I should have a post up by tonight.
I've been busy, but I should have the character finished by tomorrow. I made a professor, just need to finish up his background.
I'm interested. Though when you say animated pictures, do you mean GIFs? Or just cartoon/anime pictures?



Five Springs Church




June looked at Brianna as the woman gave her a focused look in return. Another person, Jaden as he'd been named, called Brianna out in a way June agreed with: it really did seem like the woman had just expected people to believe and trust her for no real reason. Though to be honest, some people actually did. Well, those people could do whatever they wanted, but June didn't want any part of it. She didn't show up to play hero, so unless Brianna had something a little more tangible to show her, she was ready to head on out of there-

THUMP!

June flinched, then slowly turned around to face the noise that turned into a cacophony of banging and growling. Just as the noise rose up the other side of the wall, so too did she feel her heart rise up into her throat. The noise stopped, and she held her breath. One could have heard a pin drop in that moment.

It took just a second for the rest of the roof to suddenly collapse. Various people yelled out in shock, with one notably commanding everyone to move out of the way. June didn't need to be told twice, and after dashing away from the falling debris she found herself crouching down low behind a set of pews, near where Jaden had gone to hide for cover as well. June coughed as dust filled the air, a byproduct of the monster's destruction. Though even as she peered over the seats, she couldn't see the damn thing anywhere, though from what she could gather from the various shouts of everyone there, it was apparently invisible. All that could seen were the footprints the monster left behind.

'Shit, I should just run.'

Her eyes were drawn to the entrance they'd all walked through to enter the damned building in the first place. If she could just make it over there without drawing attention...hell, it looked like someone else had the same idea as well, as she could see the one pale woman who dressed in all black was trying to inch her way over along the walls. But, would that even matter? The monster couldn't be seen, could climb walls, and was apparently very fast. June doubted she'd ever be able to outrun or evade such a thing, and even if she managed to successfully escape there was no telling if it would just track her down later anyway. If Brianna was worth her merit and could be trusted, the safest place at the moment would have to be near her. Jaden was already yelling at her to do something, so hopefully she would, and soon.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." June muttered nervously as she saw the monster wasn't really wasting any time either. She couldn't help but cringe when the cop got rammed by the charging beast and was sent flying, even more so when the cop landed roughly. The officer had tried to fight back but even when armed with a gun it didn't seem like she could do anything; without something to aim at, what she could she even shoot? It wasn't like firing randomly in a room full of people was at all a good idea.

"Damn it, what do we do?" Her words hissed out through clenched teeth. It may have been directed at Brianna, but June truly felt like she was at a loss for what she could possibly do. Subconsciously, her fingers dug into the wood of the seat she was grasping, which a moment or so later caused her to hiss again, this time in pain as she'd accidentally got a splinter stuck in her finger. She shook her hand to wave off the minor pain, but then she stopped and took a closer look at the wood. It was rotting away slightly, and the seat itself wobbled a bit due to having loosened up over time. Maybe...

June gripped onto the seat with both hands, then attempted to yank it off with as much strength as she could muster. She grit her teeth and grunted as it wiggled and cracked, then used her foot as extra leverage to finally pull it free, nearly falling over in the process. She held the fractured board of wood tightly in her hands, with rusted nails sticking out of the other end of it. It wasn't much for an improvised weapon, but it was essentially a spiked club. Not a particularly good one, but it would have to do.

At this point, June was just waiting for an opening to strike. She needed to make it count. If she just charged in and swung randomly like an idiot, she'd probably just die. But if it tried to attack someone else (which it seemed like it was just about to do), she could try to hit it while it was distracted. Though, if it tried to attack her next...

Well. That would really fucking suck. At least she'd go out swinging, she supposed. But hey, she hasn't lost a game of chicken yet.



Five Springs Church




The inside of the church looked about as run down as June expected, maybe a bit more so. While she didn't feel like it was particularly unsafe to be in there, it still made her uneasy to see that the roof had fallen in. She noticed the crunch under her shoes as she walked had continued, but now it was due to overgrown ivy and the occasional broken shards of glass buried beneath the plant life. It made her wonder what could had possibly happened here and why the town never bothered to clean up the mess. Then again, they did have a hard on for preserving the past, even when it came to dangerous shit like rundown dumps like this. It was a miracle that no kids had ever broken in and gotten seriously hurt here, at least, as far as she knew.

It wasn't long before everyone finally filed into the church (June made sure to hover somewhere around the middle of the group) and somebody made their presence known as the person who'd brought them there. This person, Brianna, according to one of the Ghosts, began to explain why she'd brought them all there, though as she talked June could feel her expression falling from curiosity to disappointment. Well...this hadn't been what she'd expected, and honestly it was one of the last things she'd wanted to hear. She didn't recall signing up to hunt witches or whatever the hell this girl wanted the group to do, all she wanted was some simple answers so she could just move on with her life already. She felt like she'd just been misled by a saleswoman who'd advertised one product only to be sold a much more expensive one she never even asked for or needed. Wait, actually...

June pulled her phone out again and perused the text.

'Huh, ok. She actually kinda did ask for our help in the first sentence. My bad.'

Maybe she'd just been too hyper focused on the latter half of the text that promised answers. Maybe the part that made her feel just a tad bit special and important and even gave her a cool name had influenced her perception. Maybe the faintest hint of closure would had sealed the deal for her no matter what the rest of the text had said, like a carrot on the end of a stick.

She didn't like how easily she'd been convinced in showing up at all.

Regardless, she was here now, and she was going to have to make a decision. She slid her phone back into her pocket and looked around at the others, judging their reactions. Some seemed skeptical, others indifferent, much like herself. But a near immediate answer from the mechanic surprised her. She turned to look at the man as he told Brianna he would trust her. June was surprised, and wondered if maybe that was just a older guy thing, or maybe he was just gullible. She didn't know, though she thought it was a bit funny; she was just about to make a comment about how she figured that the motley crew Brianna had brought together didn't really seem like the type to commit to heroics, but the mechanic had shut that sarcastic joke down before it could even be said. So now that just left her own decision to be worked out.

"...Do we have a reason to trust you?" June eventually asked as she turned to look back at Brianna, "You've gotta admit, this whole thing looks really shady to a bunch of people who don't know any better. I get you don't have time for questions, but..."

'It's a hard sell to get me to put blind faith in anyone.'

"...I need something a little more solid." She shook her head, pushing away that other thought. "I saw the dog. I saw the killer. I can believe there's some supernatural shit going on here. I just...don't know if I can believe in you."



Five Springs Church




The crunching of leaves beneath shoes would be a pretty common sound today, it seemed. As June stepped down sidewalk leading up to an old church looming in the distance, she pulled out her phone to read over the text she'd received earlier once again, as she'd already done multiple times that day. Both nameless and numberless, it was about as mysterious as all of the other strange things that had been going on in town recently. She didn't know what to make of it, but after everything that had happened she'd take any lead she could get to find the answers she was looking for. It was like her existence had become an unending sequence of one life-altering event after another, and it was all starting to become too much for her to try to pass off as not her problem as she somehow become more and more involved in harrowing events she'd never imagined she'd experience. She didn't know if gaining answers would make her feel any better or fix her problems, hell she didn't know if she'd gain any answers at all, but figured she had to at least try. Besides, she wasn't anyone important, so she doubted the text was a lure or trap. What could anyone ever gain from her anyway?

"Ghosts, huh..." She hummed, reading the last bit of the text out loud before turning her attention back to the abandoned church up ahead. She pocketed her phone once more and drew her jacket closer, shivering a bit as cold winds nipped at her face.

'Yeah...I guess I probably count as a ghost. Not that I'd ever say something that edgy out loud.'

Then again, she could probably be allowed it, considering the circumstances. She'd already nearly died just this week alone.

...

June hated having the closing shift, but the library paid well enough and she needed the money. It was just such a pain to have to deal with. It wasn't so bad when she had some help, but tonight she was unfortunately alone. She half-considered it a bad omen, as she expected something to go wrong just when she would have needed the help the most. And of course, something did go wrong, just not in the way she expected. Closing up the library had gone smoothly enough, it was when she stepped outside to head to her car that the problem arose. She was not alone in the parking lot that night.

She felt her breath catch in her throat. The hoodie, the mask, the hellish orange eyes...the figure standing before her was no doubt the infamous serial killer that everyone was talking about. For a moment, she saw herself freezing up in fear. She saw the blade in the figure's hand, and with a quick swipe she could see the weapon slice through the air to slash her throat. Surely, she should have died that night. But she didn't, in fact before she'd known it she'd already broke into a mad sprint to get as far away as she possibly could from her potential killer. She ran and she ran, she didn't know for how long. She never looked over her shoulder either. But eventually, she found herself running past people. She'd made it to a more public area, she was safe. But she kept running, leaving the people behind her in case she was still somehow being chased.

"Easier targets."

...


The church was closer now, causing June to shake her head as the memory drifted away. Had she really seen her own potential death? Or, more likely, had she just imagined what her old, pitiful, spineless self would have done? She also briefly wondered if any of those other people had attracted the masked killer's attention instead, but shoved the thought aside just as quick. It wasn't her problem.

"People...?" June muttered to herself as she went up the well worn path to the front entrance of the church. Ah, right, the text did mention something like that. It appeared that she was late then, though perhaps not the latest. She didn't know if she'd missed introductions already, as one person had taken it upon themselves to open the double doors leading into the decrepit building, with another deciding to take the lead and enter first. She took stock of who was there so far, though she didn't recognize most of them.

There was a cop, interesting. She didn't recognize the woman as anyone in particular, but seeing as there were few female officers in Araminta it wasn't a stretch to say she'd probably seen her before. Maybe they'd gone to high school together? Though they were most likely in different graduating years.

The man at the door was a mechanic, probably? June was pretty sure he'd done an oil change for her car once. There were vague memories of him being fairly straightforward but polite, and her car was doing fine so he must had done a good job. She didn't really know much else about him however; she hadn't been around when tragedy had struck him, and had only returned to Araminta afterwards.

Clara Kane...now that was a surprise. They didn't have a particularly close relationship but they saw each other enough to be on a first name basis. Clara knew her way around a library better than most people, and her consistent use of it meant June saw her often when taking on a shift. The woman was nice, though a bit weird with some odd interests. Not that she had much room to talk.

As for the others, she was just drawing blanks. It seemed like the group that had showed up so far was just a bunch of nobodies, herself included. A hell of a team to put together, she supposed. Well she could only assume they'd all received the same text as her, but honestly the chances of it being otherwise was slim to none.

"Ghosts, right?" June asked the others rhetorically as she not-so-subtly integrated herself into the small group of people that had shown up. Really, from an outside perspective it was probably just awkward to see her walk up to the group of strangers and say something that would come off as bizarre without any context. She glanced around at everyone, looking for signs of recognition of what she'd said, which didn't take long to see.

"Yeah...definitely Ghosts."

She didn't see much point in just standing around asking further questions to people who likely didn't have the answers, so she just briskly made her way up to the double doors that the mechanic was still graciously holding open for everyone. She nodded at him and flashed a thankful half-smile before stepping through and entering the building.
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