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Post by 0 on Dec 25, 2016 12:15:12 GMT
The last door was made of purple wood and had a missing doorknob, though the hole where it should have been didn't go all the way through, suggesting that the other side may have still retained its knob.
Wait-- purple wood?
Doppler noticed he still had the blacklight, and was about to put it away before he caught sight of the slot underneath the door.
He kneeled down, shining the light over it before clicking it off and briefly putting the flashlight on it.
There was some old spotting there, visible only through the ultraviolet light.
He took out the fluorescent tube again, violet spilling over the door as he nudged it open with his foot.
It appeared to be something of an office, with a big, fancy, turned-out desk, a couple smaller, turned-over ones, and a number of chairs both wheeled and not.
There were some file cabinets, a window with slatted blinds and cloth curtains pulled tight, and even one of those weird bed-slash-couches (the kind you tended to see in old cartoons when characters visited a therapist) nudged into a corner.
The spotting continued inside, where papers, folders, and a few chair cushions littered the floor.
Doppler instantly went to the big desk and began rifling through its mostly-empty drawers.
Key, key, key...nope.
He checked the other desks, then the file cabinets, ending up empty-handed.
With a disappointed sigh, he returned his attention on the spotted ultraviolet trail.
It led underneath the bed/couch, but looking under there revealed only a folder that was covered in the specks.
He pulled it out and opened it up, a number of papers, equally filthy, spilling out.
He picked them up, skimming the pages, but was unable to decipher the language on them.
He wasn't sure if it was a code or just his incompetence in the medical profession, so he placed the papers back in the folder and carried it out to the entrance's desk, slapping it on top before returning to the room.
There was not much else of note, though as he peered through the office window he could see the path on the hilly slope that led to the school, which remained unseen behind some trees, rocks, and additional hills.
Closing the door, Doppler grabbed the second camera he had that had thus far remained unused.
It was the one without a crack in it, and he brought it back outside, dumping it in the wheelbarrow.
He could save it for the school, a backup just in case the other two ended up using all the other cameras.
Leaning against the building's outside wall, with a suspicious look to the giant hole beside the front doors, Doppler would wait for the others to finish up their own work before doing anything else.
Perhaps one of them would be able to read that folder's documents.
He stole a glance towards the sun, watching as it dipped farther beneath the horizon, before checking his watch.
5:20 P.M.
His guess was that it would probably be but another twenty-five minutes or so before night fully fell.
If the others hurried, that may give them just enough time to check out some of the school before darkness overwhelmed the area.
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Post by Hun on Dec 26, 2016 2:52:27 GMT
Come out ye black and tans come out and fight me like a man! So they did have 3 cameras.
Okay, so maybe it'd all work?
If only these shelves weren't in the way...could "accidentally" knock them over? That'd fix the viewing problem. But it could also break the floor...was there even a basement here? That wouldn't be too unrealistic...maybe that's why Hun sensed something!
Maybe there was a basement and something was down there!
....But that'd add another 10 minutes to this venture.
The hospital was so close..
"Hmhmhm...right, okay, we can make this work!" What if they put two in the corners and one to the side? Would that work better? Or maybe-- What was that??
It sounded like...a whisper? Or maybe a breath. A murmur? No matter what it was, it was right in Huns ear.
"...Ahaha! Amazing!" She haphazardly tossed the camera up on a shelf, twirling around ready to confront any supernatural being. "Aaaand...it's gone...oh come on! So close...so close indeed.."
Instead of being fixing the camera, Hun walked to the other side of the building, stopping every few feet to make sure any entities weren't hiding.
"You'd think animancy would work for ghosts but nooo it doesn't...or maybe the ghosts are just good at avoiding things...I hope it's ghosts..." She mumbled to herself, walking up to Braz. "Hows it coming over here? Need any help?"
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Post by Nivei on Dec 29, 2016 0:02:06 GMT
(i'm back. I had jaw surgery, sorry i was gone! absence makes the muse grow stronger though, apparently)
Avery decided she was done with the upstairs rooms and headed back down, still holding a camera. she had ended up using two, one for the hall and one for that one room... she became disillusioned with the others and retrieved the camera she'd put in the other rooms. They'd need cameras for the other buildings too. She kicked the door to the outside open, since her hands were full (she hadn't collapsed the tripod).
"Hi again!" She said cheerily. "There was one promising room, and the hallway. Still two cameras left." She said, depositing the cameras in the wheelbarrow and folding up the tripod. "Now we just have to wait for the others." She sat down on the steps to the doors and it creaked loudly. She sighed contentedly. "Find anything, any more doors need to be broken down or picked?" After getting kidnapped that one time, she had picked up a bit of ability to pick locks (and a fear of ropes. She hadn't been rock-climbing since! She needed to ease herself back into the idea of tying anything around her, which was why she had picked up making friendship bracelets again. She had currently worked herself up to two on each arm and one on her ankle.)
Exploring really had been fun. She usually hated losing a bet, but it was for the best. She had bet Franco that he wouldn't ask Annalise out by the time the haunted house met mostly so that he finally would. Good lord, they were always making eyes at each other and she had been getting quite tores of it.
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Post by 0 on Jan 1, 2017 20:42:13 GMT
Doppler looked up when he heard footsteps and something being dropped into the wheelbarrow.
Oh, nice; another spare camera.
He gave a nod and wave to Arden, listening to what she said.
Hmm...only one promising room?
He wasn't sure how much time they had left before the others arrived; if nothing else, at least he would be able to further check everything out when he went back to pick up the cameras.
Doppler had been fully prepared to say nothing and simply wait until the sun went down, but at Arden's last words the child gave a double-take.
"Wai-- wha...you can pick locks?"
He immediately straightened up, arms cocked excitedly in front of him.
"Yes-- yes!
There is a door I found.
Locked, no key."
He wasn't sure how difficult the lock might be -- he had no experience in the complexity of locks...if it proved impossible, would she even be able to knock this door down?
He hadn't given the matter any thought after first laying eyes on it, but, as he recalled, that door had looked fairly heavy-duty.
Then again, so had the stairway door.
This girl had some strength.
...Or maybe he was just weak.
Er-- that is to say, he didn't really like breaking things in (probably) haunted places anyhow!
Ghosts usually try to kill ya for doin' stuff like that.
Or, rather, they do in the movies -- hell, even a bit of taunting could set one off!
But if he refused to break shit on purpose, surely that made him immune to their wrath?
Wait-- no...didn't everyone die in that one film anyways?
Wuh-oh.
"Here--," he continued, waving her back inside, "follow me."
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Post by Nivei on Jan 2, 2017 4:55:44 GMT
Avery followed Doppler to the door as she pulled a bent paperclip out of her pocket and a pin out of her hair. She couldn't claim to be a fantastic lock-pick, but simple stuff, she could do. The door looked too sturdy to be knocked down, so trying to pick the lock was her best bet. She wasn't super weak, but she couldn't run at a door and knock it in. She might have been able to take down the surrounding walls, given a sturdy piece of metal and some time, but not the door itself.
"This doesn't look too difficult." she said sticking her paperclip into the keyhole and fiddling around. It caught on something, so she pushed on it with the pin, and it madea funny sound. After a bit more poking, she managed to get the thing to unlock, but the paperclip was never going to leave the hole. "Eh, just a paperclip." She shrugged and stuck the pin back into her hair. It was bent, which was a pity, but she had managed to get it mostly straight, and it was necessary to hold down the little flower barrette in place.
When she turned the handle, the paperclip broke, and she retrieved what was left of it. She pushed the door open and motioned for Doppler to go first. "Man, I sure hope there's something cool in here." She flicked on her blacklight and went in.
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Post by 0 on Jan 2, 2017 19:13:56 GMT
Doppler led Arden down the dark hallway and under the archway, motioning her over to the locked door way at the end.
He clicked on the flashlight he had and held it over the lock in case she needed a little more light, but perhaps more so that he could observe in fascination as she tried to pick the lock.
Past a film or two, and maybe a really old pixel video game (the graphics were so primitive that it made things, to say the least, difficult to discern), he'd never really seen anyone lock picks before.
It was sort of a skill he'd liked to pick up someday himself.
Just think about it -- you're on the trail of a ghost, you find it, you're chasing it down a hall, it goes through a wall and BAM!
Locked door, you can't find the key, so much for your evidence, better luck next time, folks.
Perhaps he was leaning in a bit TOO close in curious examination when he heard the click, Arden turned the handle, and half of a bent paperclip went flying into his eye.
Sunnuvva....
Doppler held it momentarily with little more than a subdued scoff, lowering the hand as she retrieved the item before jiggling the door open.
His injured eye squinted, he shone the flashlight in after Arden stepped inside, soon following with an utterance of affirmation.
Yeah, better be some--thing...cool....
"No.
Way."
Doppler shone his flashlight around the room, Arden's and his shadow leaning tall over the low ceiling, his mouth slowly falling open as realization dawned on him.
It was a small room.
Really small.
Talk about getting too close before, he was practically having to be glued to Arden just to get inside.
There were metal shelves filled with a variety of materials -- old bleach cans, sponges, towels, and the like -- and plastic tubs stacked in a corner under what appeared to be a movable shower head.
There were wooden buckets with mops and--
"A...BROOM CLOSET?" the child screamed in anguish, wildly flailing his arms before falling out of the closet in a stumble.
He kicked the metal leg of a nearby hospital bed, before quickly forcing himself to calm down.
Just because he was a child didn't mean he had to act like one.
Doppler took a few deep breaths, before turning around to peer back into the room.
He said, mostly to himself, in a strained, cheery voice:
"Oh-- well...ghost hunters are used to disappointment.
It's no big deal --really!"
And then he gave a laugh so forced it might have actually been kind of creepy.
Then he arched his arms and began to stroll exaggeratedly back towards the archway, like a dopey, happy black-and-white cartoon.
He hadn't even bothered to examine the broom closet in detail, but really, what was the point?
What was going to hide in a broom closet -- a lint trap?
Pfft....
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Post by Nivei on Jan 3, 2017 5:43:37 GMT
Avery had been amused at how fascinated Doppler was with her unskilled lock picking (admittedly learned from films, which was why she had, currently, a 2 in 5 success rate), and now she was doubled over laughing. "I-it's - a broom! closet!" she let her laughter fade to snickers and poked around a bit for anything useful. "Oh boy! Cobwebs." she said to herself.
Yeah, there was nothing in there, though she did snag a blank notepad as a sort of souvenir. "I probably should have expected that." she muttered. She could only really get through simple locks at the moment, so getting it so quickly probably should have been an indication of what was behind it. Oh well, she seemed to have impressed her fellow ghost-hunter and that was worth something. Probably.
She shut the door behind her and followed Doppler outside, flipping through the blank pages of her new notepad. "We can write down observations in here. It's a pretty nice notepad - the kind with waterproof pages." She said as she hunted through her bag for a pencil. Pens didn't tend to work well on these. Once she found a pencil, she flipped back the yellow cover and wrote down that they had unblocked the main doors and unlocked a broom closet, as well as some observervations she had made upstairs. "Anything to add?" She asked.
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Post by 0 on Feb 9, 2017 10:25:05 GMT
As Doppler strode along, he could hear laughter echoing behind him.
Huh!
He didn't see what was so funny.
Disappointment after disappointment...still, the sound of laughter was contagious, and he found his own lips quirking up.
Even if it was nothing in the end, he still had the memory of the excitement coursing through his veins, the thoughts that raced through his mind as he tried to imagine the possibilities.
When it passed by his eyes, the child snatched up the folder of maybe medical nonsense papers before he could forget about them, letting it hang from his fingers until he'd exited the building, whereupon he leaned against the wall, folder clutched to his chest, cracked open so that he could flip through the pages again.
Arden appeared soon after in a clatter of footsteps, showing him a notepad and revealing her plan.
Okay, he had to admit, that was a pretty good idea, and especially a good find to go along with it.
Why didn't he, the PROFESSIONAL, think to do that beforehand?
"Sweet," he said, wrinkling his brow as she wrote something down, leaning over to see what was being written.
"This folder," he said, shutting it and waving it in the air.
"Some spots showed up in the ultraviolet light, and it led to this folder.
It's filled with papers I can't read.
Do you wanna take a look?"
He would try to hand the folder to her, while taking another look around at the area around them, wondering where the other two might be.
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I must apologize for having taken so long in responding to this.
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Post by Nivei on Feb 15, 2017 9:05:23 GMT
(it's fine, i'm too hyped that this is continuing to care hehe)
Avery took the folder and tried to decipher what was written there. She could read the words themselves okay, but she really wasn't a biology person - sure, she could understand human physiology abd some basic cell-related stuff, but this got into crazy latin terms and microbiology (or at least she thought it was, the names sounded like dieseases).
"Well it's biology related... and I think there are some dieseases mentioned? And some stuff that's probably about surgery, since it mentioned a scalpel. If i hadn't almost failed microbiology this would make more sense... It's talking about organs and dieseases that presumably affect them, but beyond that is above my paygrade." She shook her head, flipping past the rest of the more complicated stuff.
"And this is about patients. Probably. I mean there are names and little gender things circled and all that." She'd been lucky enough to avoid any serious hospitalization, and she hadn't ever been shown her patient info sheets anyway. This was kinda how she imagined them
though.
She shrugged and handed the folder back.
"We can always find someone more knowledgeable another time. One of my friends has always wanted to be a doctor, she might know something. Her or the dad of someone else I know - though I'd rather not deal with parents asking questions haha." She grinned. "My parents already think I'm a crazy risk-taker, I can't imagine what people who aren't emotionally invested think!" She'd had a couple people say their parents thought she was a bad influence - even though she never intended to get into trouble! Ok, she was a bit reckless, as probably evidenced by her shenanigans thus far on this hunt, but she rarely got anyone else caught up in it. Well, anyone she knew.
"So, on to the next site I suppose. D'you think the others will already be there?" She didn't SEE anyone, but her eyesight wasn't perfect and it had been a year or so since she last got a new prescription. Glasses were a godsend, but they could only do so much anyway. Maybe she'd try that laser thing... it sounded badass.
She mentally slapped herself to get her thoughts back on the subject. Hopefully they'd find ghosts in this place, even if they weren't supposed to be real. Ghosts were super cool after all (pun totally intended). Doppler seemed to know what was up woth ghost hunting, and that added to Abery's ridiculous streak of weird situations meant that if anyone was going to find ghosts, it was them.
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Post by 0 on Feb 15, 2017 9:43:47 GMT
Doppler peered over Arden's shoulder as she flipped through the contents of the folder, listening closely to her own attempted decipherizations...decipherables...decipherment.
Biology, diseases -- he figured as much, though his eyes widened slightly at the mention of organs and surgery.
Really?
He glanced back at the building behind him.
That little ol' place performed surgery?
He would have thought it was just blood donations or something, at least before heading in....
The clues he'd seen weren't all that compelling, however the prospects did intrigue him, and made him confident that perhaps the cameras might catch a glimpse of some ghosts, after all.
By the time the folder was being handed back to him, he was beaming, just as he had when first they had begun this mission.
His grin only grew when she mentioned knowing someone who might know something more, offering up the possibility for investigation after the fact.
"Right," he nodded, sympathizing with her lamentations on parental questioning.
"My uncle is always on me about my time-- uH, SPENt ghost hunting."
Doppler waved away his words with a nervous laugh, quickly jumping on the mention of the other two before any more thought could be put to his misstep and oh-so-suspicious reaction.
"Um...I don't know -- it's possible."
He hadn't seen anyone pass by during the times he'd been outside, and he did tell them that they should all meet back up at the clinic, but there was always the chance they didn't listen and went off on their own.
Or got spirited away....
"I think I'll go check their last location, just in case, and grab the other wheelbarrow if I see it.
Take this one up to the school, and I'll meet you there."
Tossing the folder in with the rest of the remaining equipment, Doppler gave Arden a brief wave (and a glance to Pop Rocks, who was still chained to the wheelbarrow's metal wheel connector thingy) as he began to jog his way back down to the gas station-slash-general store.
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Post by Nivei on Feb 22, 2017 6:38:48 GMT
Avery nodded and headed for the next site. Doppler was a bit suspicious, if she was honest, but it didn't bother her too much. She'd met stranger people.
Actually, what she was really wondering about was the folder. She didn't like the idea of ghosts with knives trying to cut her open very nuch at all. Admittedly, they probably didn't do any major surgery stuff, but the idea was still creepy and it's difficult to shut your own brain up. She sighed, but more in a determined way than anything else. She'd stuck through worse situations, the slight possibility of ghosts was nothing too serious. Who was to say they'd even be able to affect the physical world?
Avery reached her destination and let the wheelbarrow reat back on the ground. Whatever trepidations she had about real or imagined ghosts didn't really matter when she thought about exploring these cool abandoned places. It was always interesting to see what was left behind, plus it was spooky enough to give her a little adrenaline.
The thing she liked most about the possibility of ghosts was perhaps someday being one herself. Adventures were great, and if she was no longer limited by anything... well. She could explore the whole world! She'd never seen an ocean, or mountains, or a desert but if she were a ghost she'd go to all three and more. It's not like the super dangerous stuff that the government was always going on about would affect a ghost after all.
It was an exciting prospect, and soon she was lost in daydreams.
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Post by 0 on Feb 22, 2017 10:58:50 GMT
The gas station and general store came up fast, Doppler skidding into a halt when he found the wheelbarrow right where he'd last seen it, just outside the station's street-side windows.
He saw that most of the cameras were missing, leaving only two left, one of which did not have a stand to go with it.
Beneath the two cameras, he noticed some felt heads and mesh circles; moving aside the one stand, he could see that it was the microphones and speakers.
A quick count assured him that all of them were present, letting him know that none had been used here -- or stolen.
Which was good, because those would NOT have been the instructions that he had given.
Speaking of....
Doppler's eyes turned to the station and store.
He hurried over to the empty doorway of the station, peering into the small space, littered with old junk and picked-apart shelves.
He noted the location of a couple cameras, smiling with the knowledge that the deed had been done -- or was underway...a thoughtful frown returned, wondering what the hold-up was.
Looking over, he could see an old wooden door, knocked halfway off its hinges, slightly ajar.
He moved in, picking his way through the litter, and squeezed himself through the narrow opening, finding himself in the slapdash hall that connected the two buildings.
He creaked open the old door at the other end, looking through into the slightly larger, but just as open, space.
"Braz?
Hun?" he called, voice echoing through the narrow corridors, and out into both buildings.
The child stepped through here as well, watching the fading light pour through the broken glass double doors' frames.
Was that another camera or two that had already been set up?
Was this a camera and its stand, left behind?
Doppler picked it up, looking around the area.
He could detect no movement, and the garbage, which lay equally scattered about here as it had in the gas station, made it difficult to tell whether or not there had been any sort of a struggle.
It was almost as though the two had up and vanished...Doppler slapped his cheeks with a surprise look, the camera clattering to the ground, immediately slipping him out of his audience-less comedy.
"Shit!" he growled, checking the camera over.
Thankfully, this time it had not fallen on the lenses, and there were no cracks anywhere to be found.
He sighed in relief, making his way back outside and over to the wheelbarrow, so that he could deposit the camera.
Doppler tapped his chin, before grabbing hold of the wheelbarrow's arms.
"Braz!
Hun!" he yelled into the cool air.
"We're heading to the school now!
If you're not dead, meet us there!
There is no waiting for slowpokes!"
With a huff, he hurried up the hill, pushing the wheelbarrow along, its wheel making a nice squeak that rung through the dying light.
His eyes glanced towards the setting sun, noting that its very last rays were finally beginning to dissipate.
It was making the ground hard to see, tempting him to slow down, but he rushed on all the same.
He knew the layout well; after all, how d'you think his MASTERPIECE of a map was made?
Winding his way up a spiraling dirt path, the school's building, silhouetted into nothing but a shadowy blob, loomed in the distance.
He caught sight of three figures in the growing darkness, skidding his way into position beside them just before the last of the light disappeared.
"Arden?" he asked, grabbing his pocketed flashlight and turning it on, briefly shining the beam across the adolescent, the dog, and the wheelbarrow.
He stepped over to the dog, unwinding the leash from the front stay, before hooking it to a lock on his belt.
He shone the beam across the surrounding area.
They were at the front of the building, where there wasn't all that much to be seen.
A road led up and around one side of the building, bending away from some columns that held aloft a roof for an area just outside a series of front doors.
"Looks like we're a little late.
Let's hope the ghosts don't start without us."
He turned to her with a grin, the dog sitting with as dumb a look on its face as ever.
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Post by Nivei on Feb 23, 2017 10:37:35 GMT
Arden was startled by Doppler's reappearance, and as she had been leaning against the wheelbarrow in a less than stable position, she had to pinwheel her arms a bit to stay upright. "Oh!" she squeaked out, pushing her glasses back up her nose. "Ha, sorry, wasn't paying attention."
She turned her gaze to the building. "So I'm guessing the other two weren't there then." She stated, though Doppler didn't seem to upset, so they probably hadn't stolen anything. "Maybe they were kidnapped by ghosts." She said jokingly, though if she was going to suspend disbelief on the subject, it might have been possible. A rescue mission wouldn't be unexciting.
She walked up to the door, grateful that she had a little pen light (borrowed from her father). She could see okay at night when she was outside and there was general city light pollution, but once they were inside she wouldn't be able to see much. It would be fun to investigate under such ominous conditions! The dark always added to that kind of thing, and the place was abandoned anyway. Basically, it was twice the cool.
"Do ghosts show up more at night?" Arden asked. "I mean, I know they usually do in books and stuff, but I mean in real life or whatever." She still wasn't exactly convinced that paranormal stuff existed, but if she was going to ghost hunt she wanted to be informed. Good or bad. "Er, speaking of, what can they do exactly? Like, threat levels. Would I even stand a chance if I had to fight one, is basically what I'm asking."
(sorry, her name's arden, my memory is horrible -.- i must have forgotten while i was away for jaw surgery. oops)
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Post by 0 on Feb 23, 2017 11:25:51 GMT
Doppler lifted a hand to his face, hiding the grin that grew upon seeing Arden start upon his arrival, struggling to regain her balance.
He nodded at her words, confirming the others' disappearance, his face turning grim at the mention of ghostly kidnappings.
That possibility had crossed his mind, but, at the same time, it seemed rather unlikely -- if he could hardly catch a ghost on camera, he doubted he'd catch one committing crimes...but he also almost wished it were true.
Wouldn't that be exciting-- thrilling?
Like being in horror film!
He grinned at the thought, not even a little bit concerned about their well-being.
Hey, horror films were just that: films.
And in horror films, everyone died -- so, naturally, in a real life horror film, everyone would live!
Doppler shook himself from his thoughts, following after Arden as she approached the doors, some kind of infinitely teeny-tiny light shining from his hands.
Leaning around, he could see that it was some sort of pen-flashlight hybrid.
Gee, he hadn't seen one of those before!
But it was hardly any more impressive than those wonky, handheld computers he'd seen folks lugging around.
"Um...," he mumbled, "I have a few spare flashlights, if ya need one."
He stuck his thumb in the direction of the wheelbarrow she'd pushed up.
Then came a couple of questions about ghosts.
Doppler, moving to stand back over by the wheelbarrows, put a fist to his jaw, thinking on the answers.
"Well, I don't know about 'show', so much as they just seem to be more active," he said.
"Y'know, making creepy sounds, leaving doors ajar, walking around, rocking chairs, making TVs turn on and show only static -- that sort of stuff.
One theory I heard, it posits that ghosts live in a reverse world of sorts, and that's why ghosts are so active, noisy, and powerful come midnight -- because, for them, it's actually the middle of the day!"
He shrugged when it came to answering her second question.
"Honestly?
I don't know.
Depends on what sort of ghost we meet, y'know.
And if it were a demon...," he ended that sentence with a shudder, before waving his hand dismissively.
"But demons probably aren't real.
But there are these types of ghosts called poltergeists, which are the most physically active; knocking stuff over, breaking vases, even pushing people around!
One report actually mentions folks being pulled off of their beds to be thrown to the other side of the room!
But that's really rare," he added quickly, looking back to search her face for signs of fear or worry.
He didn't want to spook his remaining partner in this so badly that she runs away!
"Anyways, if we do come across an aggressive ghost, I'd say...no, we don't stand a chance.
My suggestion would be to: don't panic, but run the hell away; stick together, but also get out as fast as you can."
With a firm, final nod, Doppler turned back to the wheelbarrows, sifting through the equipment therein.
"Besides, I doubt we'll meet any ghosts at all.
I've been ghost hunting since I was six or so, and only once have I ever really seen a ghost in the flesh, and it wasn't even while I was looking!
It was also only for a brief instance."
Pushing aside some of the extra cameras, he pulled up the bag of cassettes, a couple tape recorders, and two microphones.
"Now, um...what do you wanna do first -- where ya wanna go?"
Setting down his flashlight so that he could open the bag, he slotted a cassette tape into both of the recorders.
Stuffing both into his pockets, he picked the flashlight back up.
"We've got cameras, tape recorders, oh-- radios!"
He pulled out a pair of two-way radios with a grin, hooking one to his belt, and moving to hand the other over to Arden.
"I'd forgotten about those.
Also some electromagnetic detectors -- gonna grab that here...and a second night vision goggles!
Want it?"
He pulled it out for her to see.
It was just like the one he currently had strapped to his head, only bigger, brown and green instead of blacks and blues.
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Went through the thread and noted some things down; this is from just before they arrived at the school, could be a bit off, and doesn't have to be followed to a T:
POSSESSION:
Arden: 1 blacklight, 1 notepad & 1 pencil
Doppler: 1 blacklight, 1 flashlight, 1 night vision goggles
wheelbarrow 1: -14 cameras
wheelbarrow 2: +3 cameras (& camera stands) -1 night-vision goggles -2 blacklights
USED:
2 cameras in the gas station
3 cameras in the general store
~6? cameras in the medical clinic (1 base level [one cracked], rest second/upstairs)
STARTING EQUIPMENT:
WHEELBARROW 1 (big stuff)
cameras
camera stands
microphones
speakers
WHEELBARROW 2 (small stuff)
1 ancient-looking flip phone
1 bag of cassettes
black light fluorescent tubes (one does not work)
some blue mittens
1 box of matches
1 bumpy grey pouch
electromagnetic pulse detectors
2 dousing rods
flashlights
1 giant remote control-looking thing with several buttons and screens on it
2 night vision goggles
tape recorders
several two-way hand-held radios
1 unopened box containing both seven hand flares and six scented candles (limited edition variety pack)
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Post by Nivei on Feb 27, 2017 1:02:22 GMT
Arden didn't seem too concerned about the idea of not being able to fight ghosts, though she was a teensy bit disappointed. "If really the most they do is throw ya around, then that's not so bad." She shrugged, then lit up at the idea of night vision goggles. "Aw hell yeah!" She grabbed the pair offered and carefully slid them over her glasses, glad that she had fairly small frames. It looked a bit ridiculous, but all of a sudden the world was a lot easier to see.
She gave Doppler a thumbs up and put her light away. "Way easier than carrying a flashlight... and sneakier. If the ghosts don't know we're coming they can't run away." She said with a wink (though it would be quite hard to see through the goggles.
"I've never seen anything like a ghost, honestly. I mean, I guess I figure people murder other people a lot, but you don't hear about ghosts doing that much? They're probably not that much worse than alive people." She said, adjusting the goggles a bit so they fit more neatly over her glasses. "I'm pretty good at running, so I'm sure it'll turn out fine."
She didn't really know where in the building would be best, but figured the front door was as good a place to start as any. "D'you just want to head in then? I mean... Seems like a good place to start." she kinda half-shrugged. It would be good to have the radios, since they'd probably split up again. She wasn't super concerned, but old buildings could be a bit dangerous even if there weren't ghosts. Time was very good at letting things fall apart, and even with nightvison it could be hard to see. She made sure to grab an actual flashlight just in case she wanted to see in color, and checked to make sure the radio was working.
"Welp," She said, walking up to and carefully opening the door. "Here goes nothing!"
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