Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

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[dishonestliving]

[she sighs; the sound is much shakier than she'd prefer. she tries backing away towards the door; there's not enough cover in here, and the small knife in her garter isn't much good against a gun, slime or no]

You don't want to shoot me, Joey. Dead people don't pay for much. And we had something, didn't we? Something good...

[jesus, this is how she's fallen, having to sweet-talk slime monsters. it's been a while, but she'll try to tap into her 6th sense, to try and sense if this is like... a spirit, or some bullshit imagination something or other, or what...]

[angelcage]

[ she could take a leaf outta rosalie's book. ]

[ A rotten rattle of a laugh hacks from his throat. ]

I'm dead, and here I am askin' for payment. Funny how that works.

[ Her sixth sense seems deadened, somehow. But with focus, she can pick up: he's dead. Definitely long gone, but he doesn't quite seem like a spirit. More like something long gone that's latched onto a memory, malice that remembers the card games, malice that's looked into her head and latched onto what it found.

It might not be true, but for now, it definitely believes it. ]

Now look, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you to the count of 10.

1. . . 2. . .

[dishonestliving]

[well

that

isn't good]

[she takes a few more steps backwards, until 3 and a half or so, before ducking and attempting to make a run for the door]

[angelcage]

[ WHICH DOOR ]

[dishonestliving]

[she'll dart for the east door, attempt to slip through and close it tight behind her, ugh why this]

[angelcage]

6. . . 7 . . .

[ Ivy's mad dash for the East Door brings her to the Chapel, and behind her, she hears a hail of bullets.

Just in time. ]