Ghostbusters: A New Beginning

[WitchChild]

Victor frowned at the description, starting up the car and driving out of the station and heading for the school. "Well, let's hope the proton packs work and this ghost got a good night sleep" He said as a joke but he himself was a little freaked out about the news about the ghost. He cleared his head and kept on driving, shifting gears. "But we are going to zap him, trap him and send him off. And let's hope that it isn't a hoax either. I mean, we put on our fancy clothes and everything. It would be a shame if were stood up" He added, snickering a little. He hoped that his jokes would put some people at ease. Being a leader isn't a picnic.

[WitchChild]

The ride took about 30 minutes. Traffic wasn't exactly something one would want to be in but they had a job to do. Vic parked the bus at the entrance where the principal was to greet them. He seemed to be the only one around. Vic got out of the car and opened up the back where the proton packs were. He grabbed his and strapped it on with the rest of the equipment. "Alright everybody. Let's see if this is a hoax or not. If not, then lets bust some ghosts" He said excitedly to the others.

[WeepingLiberty]

Kyra worked on calming her nerves, after the information on the ghost, for the remainder of the car ride. When they arrived she was totally different from the girl that she was back at the HQ, calm and collected and quiet. She grabbed her proton pack from the back and strapped it on, loading herself up with the standard traps and gear. Kyra looked from the school to the principal and finally Vic, nodding when he made his little speech. "Let's get to busting." She smiled determinedly, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

[BigPapaBelial]

Eli hopped out of the car, making sure he had everything strapped down, and grabbed a PKE meter and a EMF gauge too just incase. You never know when you'd need to do some valance searching or methodical tracking of a ghost with some technical things. They had to be sure is all when out here. He made sure all his traps were in areas he could reach them, and his proton pack is ready and turned on. Then with a nod he heads for the door, determined to lead the way if need be, "Well it's what we're here for, lets go!"

[InkedWolf]

Olivia had been silent since the four departed for the site. Even in the group, she was the odd one, as she placed her faith in both Vic's science and her own occult objects. She carried three relics to the site. The others believed in science, trying to explain her faith in other means of holding ghosts at bay if needed was a little...hokey.

A blackened cat's skull, when crushed could provide them a small sanctuary from anything that meant to do them harm. At least that's what the ebay claim advised...

Her trusty tarot cards, if there was a situation that she ever felt that the cards would be useful. It was communicating with the other side.

Finally, a cannister of salt. There was a lot of weight behind salt lines as a defense against the spirits. She'd feel better if there was a way to protect herself.

Honestly, Olivia wasn't sure if any of these items would actually do anything at all. They did make her feel a little more reassured at least...

She carefully adjusted her proton pack as she followed the others inside. The school was barren, a cold chill brushed through her as she stepped inside. Nervously looking towards the others, she whispered, "Did you guys feel that?"

As the others began to survey the situation, Olivia could hear something that seemed to almost grate each metal locker.

Get out...

"Guys...I don't think this is a fake...."

The lockers at the end of the hall slammed open. Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin as she stepped back. Each locker door in succession began to slam open, growing louder as the doors closer to the team were nearly torn of their hinges. Paper began to strew about the hallway as each member of the team had their vision restricted by what could almost be described by a living wall of loose leaf paper.

The voice again boomed through the hall. "GET OUT!"

Olivia felt a large blunt object slam into her chest. The wind from her lungs were forced out as she was knocked against the wall. Groggily getting to her feet, she looked about for any sign of her attacker.

"Viiic! I think I told you so just doesnt quite sum it up!"

[Kacey Scott]

Alex watched the scene unfold through the teams button cams, as she continued diligently researching the case as well as answering the phones. The phones didn't stop ringing just cause they were working a case, so Alex carefully cataloged each call and took note of anything that sounded remotely like a real case. As she was picking up the empty pizza boxes she saw Olivia get hit by something, she didn't know if anyone saw anything, but she got a glimpse on camera.

" Liv, you ok? that looked like it hurt."

Alex cycled the cameras trying to find anything useful, as well as the security camera footage of the school. She saw a transparent man in a suit briefly in several locations but he seemed to be centered around one room, never venturing more than 40 feet in any direction.

" Room 142, he's partially bound to the room he died in, he'll be strongest there, but the most vulnerable too."

[WitchChild]

Vic had a small discussion with the school principal and he had given him the keys to the school. Vic gave him some speel about that everything was going to be fine and when everyone was inside he locked the doors behind him at the principal request. He placed the keys in a zip pocket and went on with his team.

He felt uneasy as they walked down the hallway, checking class rooms as they went but then came the unexpected chill. Vic shivered and he thought he had heard a voice but hadn't made it out.

"Come on, Olivia. This is just what we wanted" He said though not that happily. Being faced with a ghost at last wasn't exactly the picnic he had expected.

He then saw as the lockers burst open and he got his proton rod to bare, ready to fire. He saw as Olivia was knocked back and he shot quickly went to her to help her.

"This is a Ghost, Olivia. Just what we need. We aren't ghostbusters for nothing" he said, managing a smile.

"Thank you, Alex. Room 143 it is. You heard her. LEts get going" He said and started to head further down the hallway. He saw as paper flew around him and something really disturbing. They passed a wall with group photos from various classes and time periods and in the corner of his eye he thought he could see them alter, each person's eye in the pictures turning hollow and bleeding, running down the cheeks of each person. Blood was also flowing fro their mouthes and he was very freaked out. He got out his PKE meter and saw the scanner. It was going crazy, the levers on it's side extended as much as they could and the screen entirely red, signifying what he had expected, A ghost. "COME ON" He called out to the rest, running faster down the hallway, not an easy feat seeing as he was still carrying a heavy proton pack.

[WeepingLiberty]

The chill didn't bother Kyra, in fact she was so nervous she almost missed the change in temperature. It was the flying papers and the slamming lockers that got her attention, her eyes narrowing as she flipped her proton pack on. Out of the corner of her eye Kyra could see Olivia being knocked back by an unseen force, a gasp escaping her lips as she spun around. "Wait, so you're telling me we have to go to where he's strongest in order to bag and tag him? You've got to be kidding me." She rolled her eyes and tightened her grip on her pack, jogging after the group down the hall. Her jog slowed until she wasn't moving anymore, her eyes fixed on some of the school photos. The blood running down their faces, the way a simple photo was being changed into something so ghastly, it was terrifying and yet sad at the same time. "Such a poor soul, lost in life and still unable to rest in peace. How terrible." She reached out to touch the photo but thought better of it as she realized she had been left behind. "Oops, wait for me." She called, rushing to catch up with the rest of the gang.