"This place is a dump," Mikaela stated with disgust before taking another sip of beer. She eyed the place warily, scratching an itch on the back of her neck. "Y'all are a trip, y'all know that? One idiot is apparently terrified of clowns and the other one is shitting himself. She's cool though," Mikaela then motioned towards Adele, "and she's the only other girl in our group. Honestly, I should have just stayed my ass in detention..."

The girl then decided she might as well go explore the property. "Anyone wanna tag along? Maybe we can find something valuable so this little excursion isn't a total waste," she added as she walked to the door farthest to the left that lead to the living room.

To inquire for a potential partner was uncharacteristic of Mikaela, but she'd be lying to herself is she said she wasn't at least a little bit apprehensive of the place.

Scott glanced all around the barhroom, but didn't see any toilet paper.
"Motherfucker, this is bullshit."
He stretched his legs out, using his left shoe to push his right shoe off.
Reaching down, Scott pulled his sock off his foot"I can't believe I'm doing this, oh god."
Scott slipped his hand into the sock, and cleaned himself.
Carefully pulling his arm back out, and using his fingers to pull the sock free.
He dropped it in the trash can, and tried to wash his hands, but the water was even worse looking than his dump.
" Shit, can this day get any worse?"
He stuck his hands under the brownish liquid coming from the faucet, then quickly dried them on his pants.
Scott exited the bathroom, and instead of going back in the room with the others, he decided to do a little exploring, maybe he could find some shit worth some money.

Adam stared at the apple juice that Scott shoved into his hand before laughing his way into the house. Why did he honestly think anything was going to be any different just because he got detention and skipped out with the other delinquents he reluctantly had to share this day with? Did he seriously think he was suddenly going to be treated differently?
"Why does this shit always have to happen to me..."
Adam scowled at the juice one last time before tossing it on the ground and crushing it with his foot for good measure. He was the last one to enter the house which was probably going to earn him more backlash but whatever.
Let's just get this over with...
With a deep breath, he crossed the threshold to join the others. All he had to do was explore the house a bit and leave, right? He couldn't imagine the others wanting to spend more time in this house than absolutely necessary. He couldn't possibly be the only one getting the creeps from this place...
This first thing that Adam noticed was the smell. The dank musty odor assaulted his nose immediately. He couldn't help but gag and was about to make a comment but was then distracted by the clown paintings. Like most people, he hated clowns. There was just something creepy about them.... Who would even want paintings of clowns in their house anyway?

She let out a soft breath, calming herself down. Even though the various claims were spooking the hell out of them, Adele kept telling herself that the house was more bark than bite. Yes, it was a little intimidating being in there, but who were the ones to spend more time in it than others? Junkies. Being high out of their minds, God only knows what the hell they hallucinated, and in turn, what stories they passed on to others like her classmates. Adele was shy, not stupid.

Keeping to herself, she slowly walked away from the others, something she wouldn't have done had it been the middle of the night. But she wouldn't go that far, just traveling a little off the beaten path. Adele walked into the living room and was unimpressed with what she saw, the only thing catching her attention being the dolls on the floor. She also noticed the lamp on one end of the couch to be on. What idiot left the lights on? she thought to herself, shaking her head as if she were scolding a child.

Beyond that, Adele decided to go through the next door leading to the back of the house, and once she stepped through that door, it took her a few moments to realize she was in the playroom. She walked deeper into the room, seeing a dollhouse by the wall. Judging by what's she'd seen so far, the kids who lived here before apparently had a lot of toys. Adele leaned closer to look at the dollhouse, and when she laid eyes on the dolls, her neutral expression turned into shock. The dolls looked exactly like them, like her and her classmates. The resemblance was so precise it was hard to go unnoticed. Adele started trembling, standing up straight before she turned and rushed for the door. But as luck would have it, her own clumsy feet decided to work against her. Adele tripped over something on the floor and fell against the door, shutting it close as a result. Despite the setback, she didn't let it stop her. She quickly got up to open the door and much to her surprise, it wouldn't open despite the fact she was pulling on the doorknob with both hands.

"Let me out! Please, this isn't funny!"

"Anyone wanna tag along?" Mikaela offered. "Maybe we can find something valuable so this little excursion isn't a total waste." Xander forced his head to move. He wanted nothing more than to look at anything other than visages of clowns.

"Y-yeah, sure," he answered from the hallway, slightly unnerved. Strength in numbers, right? His thought seemed convincing enough as he made his way over to the living room. Once there, he looked on as Adele inspected the creepy looking dolls on the ground before she left for the next room over. His eyes drifted back to the dolls once more. "This place is so freaking weird, man," he stated, speaking toward Mikaela. "I'm pretty sure if we find something of value, that thing is probably gonna be cursed. Like, you're going to find a badass looking brush or something and then you're going to take it home and wake up the next day covered in hair looking like a yeti." A small smirk grew in the corner of Xander's mouth as he imagined it.

"Oh! What if we find a sword? Isn't it weird how swords are universally considered cool but dudes with swords are like automatically fucking weird? It's like the only situation where that happens and-" Xander's musing was cut abruptly short by the sound of a door slamming in the distance.

"Let me out! Please, this isn't funny!" came the muffled cry.

"Huh," Xander huffed before looking at Mikaela and then back toward the sound of Liv's voice. "And so it begins."

Evan opened the beer bottle with his teeth, taking a big swig before following the group in the house, which looked like it was oe strong gust of wind away from completely falling apart. The inside was...stereotypically creepy, as if he'd walked into a still frame of a 80's horror film. He kept his cool, because he'd already bullshitted the others saying this was anything but his first time in the place, and Evan liked holding onto his lies at least a little.

"Tacky as fuck." Was his only comment on the peculiar decoration of the living room. The lamp, surprisingly, was what aught his attention the most. Worst comes to worst, they still had electricity, he supposed but...who had been here before? And when had they left, to still leave a lamp on?

Liking his company more than anyone else's, he ignored Mikaela's request for company, and let Xander go bother her instead.

"Let me out! Please, this isn't funny!"

The rich girl's muffled voice caught his attention. Evan downed his beer, following the sound, glaring over at the duo who were supposedly out exploring the place.

"What the hell have you done now, Xander?" Evan said, accusatory "This better not be another shitty prank."

Mikaela had quietly motioned for Xander to follow her into the living room. If she was being honest with herself, she was relieved to have had company, though if shit hit the fan, she could very well end up on her own. "I just don't get people's fascinations with clowns...was it about them?" Mikaela shook her head, primarily speaking to herself. However, the moment Xander started going on about swords, she rolled her eyes, turning to gaze over at him. "Maybe because the guys [i]wielding[/] the swords are dweebs, very much like yourself," she added matter-of-factly, crossing her arms in front of her. Just then, she heard Adele's cry for help after one of the nearby doors slammed shut.

"Holy shit..."

Mikaela's heart nearly skipped a beat. She looked over at Xander with an expression not often witnessed. Scared out of her mind for what seemed like an eternity, Mikaela was finally able to speak once more when Evan joined them and chimed in with his two cents.

"Hey, watch your damn tone, none of us did anything!" Mikaela subconsciously walked in front of Xander in a protective manner, her fear subsiding momentarily. "Just because Adele is on the other side of that door doesn't mean we are the ones responsible!"

Scott could hear arguing downstairs, "Shit, I give em one lousy beer, and they're already at each others throats."
He turned his head to say something, but from his peripheral vision, his eye saw a twinkle of sparkly.
Scott pushed the ajar door open the rest if the way, looked like some sort of bedroom.
He started rummaging thru jewelry boxes, and drawers, anything that looked like a buck, he took and shoved into his pockets.
Scott found what he assumed was a lighter from maybe the thirties or fourties, "Should be worth at least, five bucks."