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Jennifer Caspin
The Webb Family Coffee House“Right, um, sorry Jen. Didn’t mean to go off on you. Just, ya know, a bit overwhelmed lately. Haven’t been sleeping. It’s just…anyway, sorry.”
"... It's fine."
Jennifer lied. It wasn't, but she would instead focus on the task at hand, finding their girl, then bickering, if she had to be honest. She knew that the group didn't trust her, given the constant subtle jabs thrown her way, but they didn't have a problem with all the leads she was providing them. So, did they really have a problem with Jennifer? She scanned every one of their faces for an entire moment before sighing. Guess not. At least not for now.... but what were they really going to do? Make her walk the fucking plank and feed her to alligators?
"We'll make it through this, but we'll need to be prepared for this journey. Silver is useful, plentiful in bullets, or solely in a knife. It'll be a bit different if we're fighting ghosts, but I think there's more here than we've seen thus far. Jen, you'll be coming with us; I think it's best if we stick together after what happened, don't you agree?"
"I will be,"
Jennifer said as she looked up at Erik; it was clear that he knew something about the world of the Paranormal. This was strange because, as far as she could tell (from their various reactions to experiencing slight supernatural activity), she was the only one with a certain... proclivity. She had to probe more... hopefully, he has an abstraction! Which would be more beneficial than any firearm against the things in Quintin. However, they needed to get a move on because Jen would love to be back in the motel by the time the night fell.
And not trapped in a swamp.
"Alright... let's.... uh, meet in the parking lot of the Summit Motel in an hour? Right?" She said, placing everything into her backpack and getting ready to leave. The rest of the group trickled out one at a time.
The Summit Motel Parking Lot.Unlike the rest of the group, Jennifer did not look for a weapon and instead just stocked up on supplies such as water - it was going to be hot and humid, and it was unlikely for the Black Manor to have running water. Even then, she would rather shoot herself than drink Quintin's tap water. She was the first person to arrive there, and she awkwardly stood in the middle of the parking lot as there were little to no cars.The Summit Motel was not a very welcoming place... but Jennifer wanted to get a motel that was anywhere but the place where those missing girls stayed. It was only Jen's paranoia, but she didn't know who would be creeping around and didn't want the unwanted attention.
Eventually, just the person she wanted to see showed up,
Erik.
With an excited smile, she walked over to him with her backpack straps and said, "Erik, I... wanted to talk to you," She started, "Um... You clearly - I hope - know something, that something the, um, others... uh.... don't."
She stumbled through that sentence as always before she said,
"Uhhh... just... what do you know about the Paranormal? Just so we're... on the same page, yeah?"
The Webb Family Coffee HouseTo the surprise of no one, poor Neko did not have one more peep to say. Jasmine half-smirked... there was the urge to gloat, but the pride of "winning" over Neko soon was overtaken, and she quickly went back to mindlessly stirring her coffee. Unlike others, she was less focused on the swamp itself and more on the Old Black Manor that rested in the swamps. The swamp was probably full of alligators that, if they weren't going through the water like a bunch of morons, should serve as an easily avoidable obstacle during the day. What was on Jasmine's mind was what exactly happened to those girls when they went to the mansion. Is the threat still there? Can they handle it? Jasmine could, but she would rather not be alone in the middle of Redneckville...
"Cool, so we'll go to the swamp, go to an abandoned house guaranteed to get us dead, and then...Guess I'm in."
Though some of the other group members irked her with their lack of situational awareness.... she almost visibly cringed when Ophrenia spoke, probably trying to be "funny." With a roll of her eyes, Jasmine turned towards Ophrenia and said,
"You realize we're in the boonies, right? One that is full of racists? It is not like whatever is at that mansion is more dangerous than what's here." Jasmine rolled her eyes. Jasmine would love to get her German ass back to Florida, where she can pretend she had a purpose in life that was more than taking pictures of her ass to put on Instagram.
“Wait, really? Yesterday at Mr. Thornton’s cabin, I looked in the pond and saw a, well, I don’t know, I thought it was a drowned girl, but when I looked back, she was gone. I thought my mind was playing tricks. What did she look like?”
Now, that caught Jasmine's attention because she thought that she was going crazy (well, crazier) because Erik didn't seem to notice the things that Jasmine saw. Well, for some "investigator," he certainly seemed a bit slow on the draw (missing the ghost twice), but Jasmine did give him the benefit of the doubt. Something was going on here that was deeper than they thought... more dangerous than possibly an Alligator. She was getting off track as she turned towards Neko and answered,
"I could not get a good look at her... She was like a silhouette, but when she came, I saw like... static in the corners of my eyes," Jasmine started... before Jen spoke.
"Alright... let's.... uh, meet in the parking lot of the Summit Motel in an hour? Right?" She said as she placed everything into her backpack.
"Hmph," Jasmine made the noise as she got up, walked over towards Neko, and gave her a little tap on the shoulder as she leaned in and whispered, "Let's go for a walk... I'd rather we talk in private anyway; gamer-gal here seems to talk like she knows something."
The Summit Motel Parking Lot.Unlike the others, Jasmine did not get a firearm... she was a bit caught off guard that America allowed you to carry around a knife where German knife laws were a lot stricter. Jasmine longed for home because she did not have to worry about getting stabbed by some junkie, but... she thought about what Charlie said yesterday and remembered just why she exiled herself. She walked to the parking lot of this dingy motel... there was not a single car here, and she could see the nervous husbands peaking out the windows at them, scanning to see if any of the group were their wives. Before returning to their mistresses, Jasmine looked disgusted at them as she walked to the parking lot with her new "friend" Neko.
Jasmine was silent as she kept the combat knife in her pocket... she didn't trust her ability to shoot (the Americans would likely have all the firepower), and she was more concerned about having proper food and water. This was the first time that Jasmine embarked on such an adventure, and she made sure to buy a backpack and stuff it with food and water.
The Webb Family Coffee HouseLily was silent during the meeting because she got high as fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
She wore sunglasses that hid her red eyes... though she still reeked of the stuff. Lily knew that the majority of the group was white, but she still didn't give a fuck. The only magic was the magic ganja she smoked before she walked into this lame-ass coffee shop (again) and her magical coochie. She had to conserve what she had because there was no chance she would get more weed in this awful, awful, awful town. Though, even though she was high enough to steal a plane...
"We'll make it through this, but we'll need to be prepared for this journey. Silver is useful, plentiful in bullets, or solely in a knife. It'll be a bit different if we're fighting ghosts, but I think there's more here than we've seen thus far. Jen, you'll be coming with us; I think it's best if we stick together after what happened, don't you agree?"
... She could still tell that people were talking crazy. Lord, they step into a spooky town for a minute, and everyone starts losing their head! If another motherfucker goes on about magic... though, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she picked on Erik a little bit.
"... And don't forget to bring a sword and shield in case there's a dragon out there, holmes!" Lily's Spanish accent was ramped up to the point where it sounded sterotypical, but afterward, she broke out laughing. "I know your first thought is to grab weapons, but make sure to stock up on some baby wipes, ladies! You're going to be reeking." She spoke to the rest of the group.
She chuckled again as she walked out around the time everyone else did...
The Summit Motel Parking Lot.Lily bet she was the only one who brought some medical supplies rather than just stocking up on firearms... Yes, she had a pistol in her cute little backpack that she should probably stuck in her waistband if she wasn't wearing leggings. Everyone probably thought they would brute force their way through the swamp, but what if they got caught off guard? What if they fell and got hurt? Nobody's infallible, and Lily doesn't want to see anybody get hurt. She was no EMT, but she was good enough to make sure that, at the very least, they could probably get back to Dr. Harkness... which didn't bode well because the closest hospital was probably in Lafayette, a thirty-minute drive at minimum.
However, Clayton was already here, and Lily waved to him - not getting too close because she didn't know the guy! and shouted, "Papi!"
