It's close midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark....
Who:Dean Winchester [viva_la_impala], others who feel so inclined, and ghosts.
Where1st Floor Corridors, which have been transformed into THIS.
When:During the creepfest that is the Fatal Frame Event Part II
Rating:R for language,violence,gore, and disturbing images.
Summary:Dean attempts to play Ghostbusters with the Mansion's newest spiritual residents.
the Story:
He really didn't know where to begin to hunt for these ghosts, but he'd seen enough postings on the network to know that those like Sam, who'd had intense nightmares, believed whatever they'd seen in their dreams was now crossing over into reality. Most people seemed to be using the term 'ghosts'. He could deal with ghosts, had dealt with ghosts, and was ready to take on ghosts. At least, he hoped he was.
Ghosts back home in the good old US of A had fallen roughly into a set of boundaries that made them all easy to deal with once you knew the basics. Find the remains, salt them, and burn them to ash. If attacked, shoot them with rock salt to cause them to dissapate and buy yourself some time.
Trusting the tried and true method that worked for him 80% of the time, Dean carried a Winchester Model 1867 12 gauge sawed off shotgun. All 6 rounds were his own special mix 50/50 buckshot and rocksalt. In his other hand he carried an EMF [electro magnetic frequency] reader he'd jury-rigged out of an old walkman.
With the earphones fixed at a lopsided angle on his head he listened with one ear to the erratic squeal of the machine as he swept it along the walls. The ear that was left uncovered listened for any sound of approaching nasties. Readings were off the charts, not unusual when the Mansion's appearance had changed so drastically.
Still holding the machine he ran his index finger over the vague but distinctly human shaped stain on the wall. The reader emitted several high pitched whines and it's lights burned bright in warning. He turned it off.
"Here ghostie, ghostie, ghostie," he taunted
Where1st Floor Corridors, which have been transformed into THIS.
When:During the creepfest that is the Fatal Frame Event Part II
Rating:R for language,violence,gore, and disturbing images.
Summary:Dean attempts to play Ghostbusters with the Mansion's newest spiritual residents.
the Story:
He really didn't know where to begin to hunt for these ghosts, but he'd seen enough postings on the network to know that those like Sam, who'd had intense nightmares, believed whatever they'd seen in their dreams was now crossing over into reality. Most people seemed to be using the term 'ghosts'. He could deal with ghosts, had dealt with ghosts, and was ready to take on ghosts. At least, he hoped he was.
Ghosts back home in the good old US of A had fallen roughly into a set of boundaries that made them all easy to deal with once you knew the basics. Find the remains, salt them, and burn them to ash. If attacked, shoot them with rock salt to cause them to dissapate and buy yourself some time.
Trusting the tried and true method that worked for him 80% of the time, Dean carried a Winchester Model 1867 12 gauge sawed off shotgun. All 6 rounds were his own special mix 50/50 buckshot and rocksalt. In his other hand he carried an EMF [electro magnetic frequency] reader he'd jury-rigged out of an old walkman.
With the earphones fixed at a lopsided angle on his head he listened with one ear to the erratic squeal of the machine as he swept it along the walls. The ear that was left uncovered listened for any sound of approaching nasties. Readings were off the charts, not unusual when the Mansion's appearance had changed so drastically.
Still holding the machine he ran his index finger over the vague but distinctly human shaped stain on the wall. The reader emitted several high pitched whines and it's lights burned bright in warning. He turned it off.
"Here ghostie, ghostie, ghostie," he taunted