If you're going through hell, keep going. {Closed/Finished.}

[ocean_styx]

Characters: Jack && open.
Setting: East Hallway {first floor}
Time: dusk.
Summary: A late entry, a feeling of dread, and a few illogical assumptions.
Warnings: None, yet.

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[blood_n_leather]

Lip curling back as the first wave of nausea hit her, making the blood in her stomach feel like it was boiling, Rayne paused to shake her head in disgust at herself. Buck up, bitch. Nausea probably isn't the worst you're going to have to deal with here.

Shoulders rolling as she started walking forward again, her steel heels loudly clicking on the marble floors, the dhampir didn't seem too surprised when she came across Jack. Though, something about him nagged at the back of her head... Red hair grazing over one shoulder as her head tilted curiously, her lips part in a question. "And who are you?"

[ocean_styx]

Hearing the sound of footsteps against the marble flooring, and then finally the sound of someone's voice made him fight back the feeling of dread and nausea that threatened to, for the first time in years, overtake him and cause him to lose his wits. The last time he actually had lost his cool, calm, and collected demeanor he had been on the verge of having all the work he had been doing for the past... God knows how many years, destroyed and having his soul count ticked right back to zero. That had been a rather awful time, though perhaps not as awful as his current situation could turn out to be

[blood_n_leather]

Nostrils flaring as he answered, she gave a slow smirk after a moment, a hint of fangs showing through her lips. "Rayne." She answered with a purr. "And you smell like fear, Jack. What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?"

Walking around him to trail fingers along the wall, Rayne gave a dark chuckle. "And this place? This place... This place is a funhouse. There are all kinds of goodies here for me to play with, as long as no one tries to ruin my good time. As long as you can take care of yourself, there's no need to fear at all."

[ocean_styx]

He flashed a rather fake smile at her words, but ignored the 'fear' part. That didn't deserve a reaction in his mind, or at the very least, he didn't entirely feel like providing a proper response dedicated to it. Besides, what would he say? This place feels like hell? I should know because I'm a frequent visitor of the place? Yeah, not the most intelligent thing to spout upon meeting a new person. Though, those fangs did hint at the possibility that she wouldn't find such a statement strange at all. Unless she was one of those sorts, those satanic-worshiping, plastic-fang wearing idiots that preyed for what they thought was the bliss of hell. She didn't seem it though.

His eyes followed her as she walked, and he resisted the urge to just turn tail and head out of the hallway to find a place a bit less unsettling. "Funhouse? Yeah. This place seems really....... fun." Fun like a glass shard sticking out of your retina, perhaps.

[blood_n_leather]

Motherfucker, please. Did anything about her look plastic? She is one hundred percent flesh and blood, with extra emphasis on either, depending on her mood. Letting out another laugh, this one much more deep throated, Rayne turned to face Jack again. With a flick of the wrist, a blade went from laying against her arm to resting in her hand. "Oh, I don't know." She sultry answered, running a finger along the edge of her blade, green eyes mischievously glittering. "I think it all depends on your type of fun..."

Her iris' suddenly bleeding from green to red, the dhampir pointed her face towards the ceiling, looking at something past it. Slowly, a predatory smile spread across her lips, fangs flashing in the light. "And this place is full of my kind of fun. Blood and violence, and all sorts of playful things." She murmured, before looking back down to Jack, eyes returning to normal. "But perhaps that's just me."

[ocean_styx]

As if he thought she would strike out at him any moment, his blue eyes stayed latched on her, following her every move. Especially the movement associated with her blade. Sure, he couldn't die, but getting stabbed would hurt a lot. Getting decapitated would mean he'd be rather fucked for a while, wouldn't it? Like getting blown up. Ugh. That had been painful, but compared to the holiday in hell afterward, it had been a walk through the park

[blood_n_leather]

"Plenty of things upstairs. One person and an odd creature from the room I just came from. I smell plenty of humans around, but there are a lot of things that /aren't/ human in this house, too." Sending another glance for the ceiling, she barely hides her impatient to get upstairs and see /exactly/ what things were up their for her to fight. Fingers clenching over the handles of her blades for a moment, they slowly unfurl as she takes a deep, calming breath. "And since you seem so content to disapprove of /my/ type of fun, what is it /you/ like doing, hm?"

[ocean_styx]

One of his eyebrows rose slightly as his chin rose to let his gaze move up to the ceiling as hers had previously. More people, and things that weren't human? Surely, she wasn't talking about himself. For all intent in purpose, he looked, sounded, and acted human, but he wasn't entirely sure if it could fool someone that had such a sixth sense about such things. Because, well, he hadn't ever really come across such things before, other than the spirits he had sort of captured for a number of years, they knew he wasn't human, but they thought him to be some sort of demon. He wasn't a demon. Silly ghosts never could get their evil entities straight.

"You know.....I like the normal things, sailing.." Sailing, yeah. He liked sailing about as much as someone forced to do it for an undetermined about of centuries would. "..fishing... " If one wanted to give it that title, one could be so obliged, couldn't they? Sure it wasn't a perfect metaphor, but it was close. "Not.. getting kidnapped... and locked up in strange houses."

[blood_n_leather]

Giving an amused sneer, and a dark chuckle, the redhead was amused when she answered. "I'm not sure anyone really likes getting kidnapped and locked in a strange house." Again glancing impatiently at the ceiling, she's unable to deny the call of battle any longer.

"And speaking of strange houses... I do believe I'll go upstairs and see exactly what goodies await me up there." Rayne and heading for the stairs, the trails of her skirt swaying in time with her hips as she called back flirtatiously.

"I'll see you around."

[ocean_styx]

Looking down from the ceiling, the man frowned slightly and watched as the rather strange woman turned her back and swayed away from him. One of his eyebrows rose slightly as he watched her hips sway as she walked and he smirked slightly, since her gaze wasn't locked on him now. Sure, he was dead and all of that, but he wasn't quite that dead. He did give, uh, credit, when credit was due-- and credit was certainly due in her case. Credit all around, though the blood and gore loving thing did sort of work against her.

Or notEither way, he simply nodded yet again, and once she disappeared up the stairs, his smirk faded and was replaced by an obvious grimace. The hallway still did nothing but make his stomach churn with unease and bile, while the back of his head was still quite sore for the moment. It was expected, though, he had really just recently just taken a pounding. Or had it been recently? How long had he been in the house? He had no way of knowing, of course, and that bothered him greatly. The grim expression remained on his