"What? Thought you wanted do a little ghost hunting." Janine answered to Chad as she stood up, leaving her bottle next to the chair. As she stood up, while not noticing herself, the entire backside of her hoodie and jeans were covered in the dust apart from part of the sleeves. Going for Chad she just took the speakers from his hand. "But thank you for grabbing these for me, even if just to keep me somewhat sane while you go check on the party spot.." she continued as she walked back to her chair. She started to dig her pockets for her music player.

Manson reached his right arm behind the back of his head, and began massaging the back of his neck. He tilted his head to the left and gave a grin. Chad was the one to answer his question with a “Nope, nothing at all, other than beer,” Dean spoke as well, “Yep. Few beers and few cigarettes, nothing interesting. We seem to be heading to the cafeteria, so don't get left behind again alright? This place just spells bad vibes." And motioned for Manson to join the group. He looked at the group with a grin plastered across his face. He couldn’t shake the unease this place gave him. “Hey, speaking of beers, mind passing me one?”

Manson stuck to the group, ignoring whatever they had been saying and instead, trying to shake his unease with excuses running through his mind. It’s all in your head man, this place is dead. Nothing is alive here anymore. What’s the worst that could happen? This place is empty, nothing is alive in here except us. God, don't go losing your mind, you've only just gotten here. C'mon man, get it together. You're only panicking because of that moment you'd been left alone. It was an unease that he could feel physically, stretching into his gut. He decided to hide any unease he was feeling with a fake smile, knowing that it was most likely all just in his head.

Leah noticed Manson giving fake smiles. She tilted her head to the side watching him closely. He looked uneasy. She could get that. Definitely. What's wrong with him? So, she wandered over to him. "Are you okay?" She asked him, woory in her voice. He was her friend, she knows when something is wrong.

Manson didn’t even notice Leah approach him, but her voice broke through his train of thought. “Are you okay?” she asked, having seen through his mask. Manson dropped his fake smile. It’d be no use attempting to lie to her, she knew him too well. “This place…” he said, his brow furrowing. “Do you know what’s up with it? I feel like there’s something always looking over me” He looked at her worried expression. He brought back his smile and gave a wave of his hand, dismissing the thought. “It’s probably just me though. I guess I’m not the best when it comes to this late night horror junk. Heh heh… Seriously though Lee, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”

Her concern had helped him though. It kind of felt like he’d regained his composure, as well as lost some of that unease he had been feeling a moment ago. He oughta thank her later.

John was done here. This lobby was giving him chills. And he still felt like something was watching him. Something just out of the corner of his eye. He followed the group that was heading to find the cafeteria. If it was a cool spot to hang, they could get Chad and everyone else. His flashlight cut through the darkness in the hospital as they walked, stopping to look at signs that would direct them to their destination. His mind began to wander and he thought about what Chad had said about the prick who was playing ghost out by the car. It was just some late arrival. Right? That had to be it because everyone that had come with them was either with him or Chad. This was just a creepy run down hospital where a shit ton of people died. Nothing too strange.

Chad looked at his friends gathered in the lobby; Jackie at least looked content now the speaker docks were in play, but Manse was looking edgy. Leah was speaking to him in hushed tones, but he could tell the conversation was about the hospital's creepy feel. Truth be told, the more Chad was there, the less he felt intimidated by the whole place. It was just an old building, with a colourful history and a great deal of partying potential. Though, that partying potential weren't going to materialise in the lobby - the place was a dump. The cafeteria looked like a shore fire idea.

"Yo, Wallace, wait up," yelled Chad, his echo bouncing around the hospital's empty depths. As he went to head off, he stopped and looked at Jackie. "Any trouble shows up, gimme a hollah and we'll come back."

Wallace had moved on down the corridor. His flash light was wavering across the decapitated walls, and Chad could see him clearly silhouetted by its strong rebounding rays. Starting at a mild jog, he quickly caught up with him - before painfully forgetting he'd left his crate of bud behind. Ah well, I can come back for it once we find somewhere worth staying. Wallace turned to face Chad, and it was obvious something was troubling him. Chad guessed what.

"Look man, it's just some clown playing around with me. You know how many guys and gals have got it in for me for all the shit I did to them? Remember that Steve Holloway kid? When I filled his locker with dog crap because ... well I can't remember why I did it, but that's just an example. Trust me dude, just someone trying to rile us."

A crude map was slanted on the wall next to them, and Chad tapped it with a smile. "Visitor's Cafeteria, see? That's our cookie, let's go man!"

Leah listened to him. He was just like her, freaked out over this whole thing. And like her, he was hiding his fears. "This place......it has a bad history. A fucked up one actually." She added as an after thought. "But, trust me. Your not alone. It is not just you." She said, trying to be comforting, the best she could. He then told her not too worry. How could she not? He was her.....her friend. And she cared about her friends so she was going to worry. It was just her.

"But, I won't push you." She said to him, after thinking. "Just know that I get it. This place gives me the creeps too." She gave him a smile and a pat on the shoulder before looking at the others. Not moving from her place by his side though. Not even when Chad left. Even though she watched after him curiously.

John nodded at Chad's explanation. That's it. Just some asshole who's pissed at Chad. Probably heard that we'd be here and decided to fuck with us. John looked at the map Chad had pointed out and smiled. "Let's get this party started, shall we?" he said, smirking as he tried to figure out the quickest way to the Cafeteria.

Chel glared at John and Chad. "You call this a party? We're in a place were multiple people have died, a party is a little disrespectful? I only came because I had nothing to do, but, a party?!" Chel barked.

While Chad explained the situation at hand in an effort to ease the rising suspicion, Dean nestled himself against the wall and kept an eye on the group. He wasn't having any of it, just to be safe. This was just a fucked up place in general and being inside where thousands of carcasses had fallen just made his skin crawl. Period.

He figured he'd just have to stick with the group in order to keep himself from losing it. After all, even if he were to walk out now- where the hell would he go? Trek on home? Ha.

Scanning the room they were in, it was no doubt in as bad a shape as the last one they were in. It reeked of age and must.

After Chad was done, John seemed to lighten up- oh how Dean wished that could've worked for him as well.

Their eyes were pinned on a map of the hospital, seemingly tracing a possible way to the cafeteria.

Oh, god. Dean groaned as John finally agreed to Chad's shenanigans.

"Let's get this party started, shall we?" Dean rubbed his temples as he said that. He figured he'd have to follow along if he wanted to make it out of this alive and sane.


Dean himself wasn't sure if that was the right choice, he contemplated as he stood by John's side.

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"You call this a party? We're in a place were multiple people have died, a party is a little disrespectful? I only came because I had nothing to do, but, a party?!" Chel barked.

Dean was surprised that finally someone had decided to speak up. He grinned as he anticipated the rest of their reactions. "He's right, guys. This place is in no way a workable condition for a goddamn party." Dean finished off.

"Chill out. If you guys want to leave feel free. But I don't believe either of yo have cars parked outside so have a nice walk," John said. He wasn't about to let a bunch of dead people ruin his night. Nor would he let the assholes who thought that just cause someone died somewhere meant it was a sacred place. People had died everywhere. Nowhere in the world was free from the touch of death. It was just fact.

"You really are just a disrespectful twat aren't you? You don't care that people who were cured and walked free lived in this hellhole? You don't care that doctors were strapped down and ripped apart by their own equipment?" Chel remarked. "At least be respectful when we're here!"

"Wait... so you just tagged along assuming the night Isn't about getting wasted?" Janine asked from the sudden outburst from Chel... and felt like she wanted to have some fun with this one. "I mean 'abandoned' is the key word here. We can do exactly what we want how we want around here. Quite a luxury these days to some people really... of course if you don't like sticking with us, you can always grab by your lass from the side and jerk each other till the mornin' in the corner." she said with a chuckle.

"But as of this point on, I don't want to hear someone just blatantly bitchin' after coming here by free will... especially from a guy, so man the fuck up. There ain't adults around so you don't need to be kissin' morality-polices arse. Now if you excuse me..." Janine said, before placing her industrial beats on the speakers. She continued with something else, but the music was way too loud for anyone to hear what she had just said though she did laugh a little bit before sitting down to her chair, lighting up one for herself.

John laughed at Chel. "Would you like me to pick up my Ouija board and say sorry to the ghosts? Jackie's right. If you thought this night was gonna be about sharing our feelings and being nice and respectful and not getting hammered, you were wrong," John said smirking.

"And you use gender stereotypes too... fucking perfect." Chel replied, aware that no one would hear him, most likely. "Fine, if we're going to stay here atleast go somewhere interesting!" Chel yelled out.

"Follow me then," John said to Chel as he began walking down the right hand corridor, having decided that this would be the quickest way to the cafeteria.

Chad left the group squabbling. He didn't much want to get involved, not when the oestrogen was spewing out of the wrong God darned gender. Chel needed to man up, that was an affirmative - but he knew this would happen. Every group had its little goody-two-shoes, and Chel was theirs.

Rounding the corner, Chad shone his light up the length of a long but narrow corridor. His torch failed to penetrate the far darkness, but there was an opening on the wall to the left, and to his right was a stretching wall of shattered glass panes. If the map was right, that'd be his party pad. He gleefully ran on, stopping to get a few precursory glances at what awaited him, but was sure there'd be plenty of room and chairs - and hopefully no hobos or crack whores. He approached two large metal doors, both hadn't yet rusted owing to what he guessed was a galvanised coating, but their large frosted windows had been crashed through. Placing a palm against them, he gave a shove, and stood back as they parted.

Beyond was a large expanse of open planned eating space. Dozens of square tables dotted the area; some were in disrepair, but the majority looked sturdy enough. Off in at the far end was a wide counter, where Chad guessed the kitchen stood. Looking around in quiet admiration, he chucked to himself.

"Aweeeeeeeeeesome, hey guys, come 'n check it out, Uncle Chad's found us a nicer place to hang," he shouted back towards the lobby.

"If you were my uncle I'd shoot myself..." Chel muttered, stepping up and turning the corner, going through the corridor and into the eating space. So... all my friends are apparently alcoholics now...

John walked into the cafeteria and grinned. "Some music, some lights, and some booze and this place will not be a total creep fest," John said, looking around the room with his flashlight.

"I don't like this place," Fuyu said stepping into the cafeteria. It spooky and she did not want to stay here. much less party here.