Intro | Haunted Hotel (for lulz) | 7H Curse | BYOA (if you like)
The loud shrill of the alarm is the first thing that wakes him, the second is the fact he's lying on his back and blinking up at a pristine white ceiling. Without thinking he arcs his arm out and slaps the alarm with his hand, fingers fumbling blindly to turn the damn thing off before it gives him a headache. He succeeds, but jerks his hand back
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Jo opened her mouth to retort, but shut her mouth as she stepped aside. She rolled her eyes. "So, knocking won't do, but just going in there works?" Her arms, crossing over her chest, she watched him enter the room, pretty much immediately following him in, not even bothering to actually listen to him telling her to wait. When did she ever?
She stepped up to stand beside him, throwing the room a glance around. "Ugh," she grimaced, lightly scrunching her nose. "It's kinda stuffy in here though..."
With another exhale, she left Dean's side, approaching one of the bedside drawers, opening it, trying to find something. Anything about this place. With an exasperated huff, she dropped down to sit on the bed, raking a hand through her hair, looking back at Dean. "Aren't hotels supposed to have brochures or something? Can you find anything?"
[ooc;; sorry if my tags are long-winded. tell me if you want me to shorten then down or something? :)]
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"Yeah, it is .. doesn't seem to be any windows either... what kind of hotel doesn't have windows?" The kind that doesn't want you to leave, he thought to himself but didn't voice his suspicions
Dean then went through all the drawers in the dresser and the two on the desk that sat against one wall. "Ah, here we go." He said as he pulled out a few leaflets and flipped through them. Dean snorted softly as he tossed them onto the edge of the bed where Jo sat.
"Well, figured out where we are. A goddamn love hotel. Doesn't look like any love hotel I've ever been in." And he'd been in a few, just sayin'.
(ooc: No problem at all! Write however much or little you like~ I don't always write super long tags, either so .. rofl it works out fine. =P)
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She actually galnced up around the room at the mention of the lack of windows. "Yeah, tell me about it?" Jo watched Dean toss the brochures onto the bed, and she reached across the bed to get them, flopping onto her stomach in the process, and leafing through them, skimming quickly.
"Ugh--oh!" Her brows raised, and cheeks surprisingly flaring up, she dropped the leaflets aside, rising to sit again, uncomfortably crossing her arms. It's not that she never heard of love hotels or anything. It's just that this one was the weirdest one she ever could think of hearing about. Let alone actually being stuck in here. "Yeah, i hope not...So...ugh wait, there's no way out of here?" And what was that about aphrodisiacs? Was that why the air was so stuffy, even to some degree, sweet, in this place? And she wasn't ready to just believe there's no way out...
Jo frowned, giving the tossed-aside brochures a distasteful look. And back at Dean. "Okay. Seriously though. What now?" She blinked. "Actually finding anyone in this place seems a long shot, if there's as many floors as those things say," she waved at the fliers briefly. "So what? Stay here 'till we think of something better?" Aaand she was back to a light panic now, again. It wasn;t too obvious, but that's how she felt, anyway. And no, it wasn't that she minded sticking around with Dean, it was just...this place...
((ooc: okay! xD awesome!))
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He really didn't wanna be stuck here and longer than necessary, especially if those leaflets were right about this place pumping out the love juice. Not that he wasn't interested in Jo, or thought she wasn't hot -- cause she was -- but Christ, Ellen scared the shit out of him. Last thing he wanted was Ellen on his ass for breaking her little girl's heart.
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And now, she's walking over to, and past Dean, to go out of the room, before turning around, turning an index finger first to the right then to the left. "Okay. Pick a direction." Since she clearly had no idea where the hell she was going.
[ooc; also, sorry, would you want to play this pairing out, or do you not like it? xD; ]
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Following and closing the door behind him, just in case it /was/ someones room, Dean looked both ways before heading right. "Let's go, maybe there's just no one on this floor, with as many as that brochure said there was, there's got to be some people around here somewhere."
(ooc: I'm good for playing it out~ Whatever you're comfortable with. xD)
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After a moment, she fell silent for a bit, starting to think a few things over. Then, though, she awkwardly rubs the back of her neck. "So, Dean, what's the last thing you remember from ugh...well, before you ended up here, anyway?"
(ooc: okay! then we'll play it out :) I'm new at the lovehotel, so, i apologize in advance! ;; and obvs, with the rate things are going, there'll need to be some clever leeway or something. IDK. Suggestions? xD)
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"You?"
(ooc: Welcome, then! It's fun here. There's sooooo many different events to play with. xD And .. I have no idea rofl. Dean IS cursed with a 7 hour curse so, there's that at least rofl. They could get locked in somewhere or something rofl xD)
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"So ugh, you have any idea where we're going? 'Cause right now, I don't think this 'walking around' thing is really working..." So she was impatient. Could you blame her?
[ooc; lol thanks! Ugh, 7hour curse? :U i don't know what that is!! D: i'm sorry! but them getting locked in somewhere will be fine. Maybe they like, check out a room, and the door locks on them? lmao idk >.<)
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"Nope, I figured we'd just walk the floors and see if we find something. With as many floors as there are taking the elevator would take took damn long." And he didn't really fancy himself being stuck in such a confining place for hours.
(ooc: It's one of the events from their halloween week. Basically he's cursed and if he doesn't have sex with someone then ghosts will haunt him and have their wicked way with him. xD But if he DOES have sex with someone, the curse then transfers to that person. Sooo .. rofl. xDD)
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"Tch, right," by the tone of her voice, she didn't really think it was a good plan. After following a few more doors down, she stopped, sighing. "Okay, hey, let's try another room. Maybe one of the brochures had a map we didn't see or something?"
And being the headstrong girl that she was, she didn't really wait for a reply, doing the exact same thing as she did the first time, heading for a random door. Although this time, she did simply open it, slowly at first, to peer inside to make sure no one was around, (grimly) taking Dean's actions as an example, before swinging the door open completely, strutting in, heading for the various drawers of the bigger room. "Where d'you get the fliers, again?"
Jo didn't even look to see if Dean was following her or not. If anything, he'd hear her call out. So instead, she opened and closed the various drawers, intent on finding said brochures.
[ooc; OH Lol. That's...so fitting and ironic for Dean. and that works. lmao. Them and ghosts. there's no getting away.]
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"I found 'em in the desk drawer." He said, moving around the room and checking the bathroom and closets, just as he had the other room. And just like the other room it was completely empty and devoid of people, like no one's ever stepped foot into the place except them.
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She glances at Dean from them, brows furrowed. "Why do you keep doing that?" Referring to him 'securing' the bathroom and closet. Sure, she realized that it wasn't the smartest question she could ask but hey... "Neither of the rooms we've been in look like they've had anyone in here for a long time. I'm pretty sure nothing's gonna come jumping out at you." A pause, her lopsided smile faltering as she muttered: "Although knowing our luck, it probably could."
Taking another leaflet, trying to still find something that'll help them get around this place. "...I can't find a map..." Her voice drifted off slightly. "Should we keep going or what?" she cast the room another glace. A sigh. It was almost exactly ht e same as the other one, maybe a bigger.
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"Doubt we'll ever find a map of this place. With as big as it is I doubt it'd even do any good. The map would have to be like, three feet long or something." If this was some weird fucked up love hotel he doubted there would be a map. Maps tended to show where the exits were, and if something brought them here he doubted they wanted them to get out. No map means finding no exits. But he kept that little tidbit to himself, not wanting to freak Jo out anymore than she was already.
Walking over to the door -- which was closed, though he didn't remember closing it when he came inside -- Dean pulled the handle only to jerk back, his grip slipping. He tried again but the door didn't budge. Gripping the handle with both hands, and planting one foot on the wall next to the door for leverage, he twisted it and pulled hard but the door still didn't budge.
"Son of a bitch!"
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The next scene that ensued in front of her, as troubling as the fact that the door wouldn't open was, was also very humorous to her. She stifled a laugh, or at least tried to as she walked over to him. "Can't get the door open there Dean?" She gave the handle a try to, first pulling on it. Once, Twice. Then giving it a solid push, becoming more perplexed by the minute. "Shit..."
A pause, after which she gave it a good kick, which achieved nothing. A frustrated groan, raking her hand through her curls again, as she looked up at Dean, grimacing. "Hey, when did you even close door?!"
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"I didn't! I was too worried about you bustin' in here to shut the goddamn door." Dean snapped, kicking at the door in annoyance. "Fucking hotel." He muttered and pulled the knife from his belt as he stalked up and tried to pry off the hinge bolts on the door. He'd gotten out of a few rooms this way but no matter how hard he tried, the bolts were popping up. He tried all three of them before cursing.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He ground out, forcing himself to not throw anything, like one of the few only weapons they had between them.
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